Grizzly

By Montrose

Illustrated - face-sitting, beating and rape as she destroys Mike

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Mike was a brutal guy, so I can't say I pity him or think he didn't deserve it. When I think about it he kinda had it coming. You see, Mike and I live in a small town where you hang out with some one just because they're around. I could call him my best friend, but that seems like mis-using the term.

Normally, we hang out in bars, getting drunk until some girl hits on Mike. He's very big, very strong, very aggressive, and girls just seem unable to stop themselves. Every girl within driving rang knows Mike is an asshole who'll just fuck 'em a few times and dump 'em. But so many keep lining up for the ride.

Sometimes I get his cast-offs. I'm just 5' 9" and 145 pounds. Most of the women who hit on Mike are my size or bigger. Sometimes they want me to tell Mike how good they are. Those are the ones who suck me till I blow my wad on their faces. Others are just so sexually frustrated from being rejected by this greek god that they grab me because I'm handy, drag me off, pin me, and take their pleasure on my face. To be honest, I enjoy both scenarios.

When he's not brutalizing a woman with hard sex (I've heard a lot of stories about stretched out orifices and bruised butts) he's brutalizing the men in town by mashing their heads into the sidewalk outside one bar or another. Some guy will catch his wife or girlfriend paying for Mike's drinks and then Mike spends the next hour feeling up the girl and hospitalizing her significant other.

Anyway, one Saturday he tells me we're going to a concert. He could have taken any woman in town, but he hates spending money on a lady. He says it gave them ideas about ownership or something. With Mike a good date is a bar pick-up, a fight with her man, and a dumpster-side ass-fuck by midnight.

We get to the concert (some heavy metal band Mike likes - real loud and real crowded) and we have great seats. Who did he hose to get these, I wonder. I look around. Lots of leather, pierced young bodies, and chains. People are pushing and mashing into each other, elbowing for space.

Then I see this tall, broad shouldered woman with a wild mound of brown hair and a tight, soft black leather vest walking our way. She easily back-hands men to their seats as she tramps on their feet with her huge work boots to make her way to her seat next to Mike. She stands as tall as Mike but must have 50 or 70 pounds on him. She is wide, but I don't mean to say she's fat. She's built like a construction worker, only with massive tits and a wide round ass that pushes Mike over into me as she plants her feet in front of her chair.

Mike gets mad (like I knew he would) and drives his shoulder into her biceps. I expected her to go flying, knocking over four or five people on her way, but she only jiggled a bit on impact. She gave Mike an amused glance and turns back to the stage. The music has started. The sudden shock of noise is overpowering.

Mike gritted his teeth and drove his fist deep into the big woman's italian belly. I've seen that fist cause blood to flow from a victim's nose with one such blow. This girl just grabbed Mike's wrist in her hand and twisted it. He dropped to his knees to keep his arm from coming off. His expression was as puzzled as mine as he looked up at her.

Besides the tight leather vest that strained to contain her breasts, she wore ass crack riding jean cut offs, short white socks, and those huge work boots. Her left tit had a huge tattoo of a standing grizzly bear coming up from her cleavage.

She crushed his head between her knee and the chair in front of them, then slammed his head face up onto his chair. She sat down on top of it adjusting his nose so it fit up her ass crack. His body twitched and squirmed between her muscular legs. Her hips bent the arms of the chair out and her elbow overflowed into my lap. I sat mortified amid the noise and violence, unable to control the raging boner that was throbbing into this amazon's forearm. She patted my thigh in time to the beat.

She pointed to Mike, who still struggled valiantly under her ass, leaned down to my ear and shouted, "Is this piece of shit your friend?"

I didn't want to get into a discussion about semantics, so I nodded yes.

"Did he drive you here?"

I nodded again.

"Well, he just volunteered to be the evening's amusement for my friend and me. You're welcome to stay and be a part of it, or you can take his car home. He ain't goin' home for a long time, if ever." She said. I looked past her. There sat a gorgeous young blonde, three inches taller than me but not much heavier - a long thin girl. My heart was already pounding over the amazon, and now this.

"Everyone calls me Grizzly." said the amazon. "This is Wendy."

Wendy leaned forward, laying across Grizzly's chest and offered me her hand. I put mine in it and she grabbed on hard and pumped it up and down. "Stick around! It'll be fun!" she shouted over to me.

I nodded again.

Grizzly smiled and put her big arms over both of our shoulders. She mashed me into her side as she rocked to the music. I had to crain my neck to keep from being sufficated in her bosom. I kept thinking her chair would give out any second. I watched Mike. By the third song he stopped moving. By the end of the show I thought he was dead.

When she got up he gulped for air, but I had a hard time recognizing his face - it was all mashed out of shape. Grizzly grabbed Mike by the front of his jacket, held him up in front of her like a shield, and marched off into the crowd. Wendy grabbed me in much the same way and said in my ear, "Follow her, and stay close."

With Wendy pushing me, I ran to keep up with Grizzly. She plowed a path to the gate. Mike took the brunt of the blows as she used him to clear the way. When we got to the parking lot she bee lined to a huge camper. Wendy unlocked it and Grizzly threw Mike in.

Wendy pushed me up against the camper as Grizzly pulled a few beers from the fridge inside and passed them around. "This one ain't bad Grizzly." said the young blonde. "Can I have him?"

"He can do what he wants." said Grizzly. She drained her beer. "I'm just gonna get started greasing up the other one. You comin' in?"

"In a minute." Said Wendy.

Wendy leaned her long hard body on me, looked into my eyes, and smiled down at me like a mischievous child. Her red tube top and matching mini divided her lithe form into red and white stripes, like a flag. She slid her crotch back and forth over my throbbing cock. I could feel her lips over my shaft through her skirt and my pants. The hard nipples on her perky little breasts dug pits into my collar bones. Then she said, "You look like you have a strong tongue."

"What?"

"Do you like to wrestle?" she asked.

"I... I'm not... that is..."

"I'll be 19 in May, but I bet I can beat you up. I bet you'd like to be beat up by a 19 year old girl... How old are you?"

"36. Excuse me... what did she mean, grease him up?" My mind was racing - way to many unanswered questions. And should I try to make a break for it? No. Mike's keys were in his pocket. Besides, wrestle this girl? Yes, I'd like that.

She pressed her full candy flavored lips against mine and my heart leaped out of my chest. "Lets go inside." she murmured. "I'll explain everything." She walked in ahead of me rocking her round little fanny in my face. I could not help but follow.

When I got inside Mike was stripped naked, but on his feet. Grizzly handed him a tumbler of water and dabbed the blood from a cut over his right eye - suffered during the exit. "Giving this one a chance, Grizzly?" asked Wendy.

"Ya. I'm hoping he can put up a fight. That was a good punch he threw back there." Mike looked up. I could see the old cockiness return to his eyes. He gulped the water.

"Don't tease the man. Just grease him and fuck him. My friend wants to know what that means." said Wendy. She took my arm and lead my to a bench where she gave me another beer.

Grizzly smiled. "It means this." she said and pulled a huge strap-on dildo and a can of shortening out of a drawer and slammed them onto a table. "If he can't fight his way out of it, I'm gonna stuff that thing up his hole for as long as I can keep going."

Things started happening pretty fast after that. Mike hit Grizzly in the head with the water glass, shattering it. "I'm gonna kill you, bitch!" he yelled.

Wendy laughed.

Then Mike pushed Grizzly against the far wall of the camper. The entire thing almost tipped over with the impact.

He had a clean shot at the door for a second. But that wasn't Mike's way. He yelled a string of obscenities and insults, charged Grizzly, and pounded her belly like a body bag. He got a dozen blows in before Grizzly casually returned one to his chin.

He fell back on his heels. Grizzly stood up and grinned at him with her hands down at her sides, inviting another attack.

"You fucking hole!" Mike nailed her with a left, right, left that snapped her head back and forth. She fell back against the wall. He kept working her body and face. Grizzly stepped forward into the assault, only able to block a third of the blows. Mike was smaller than her, but much quicker.

He rammed his fist twice into her ribs. She pulled her guard down. He jabbed her in the face. She blocked his next blow and slapped him to the ground with an open hand. She kicked him once in the side. As he gasped for air she opened another beer and drained it. He got up and worked her belly as she crushed the can. She dropped her forearms onto his back, mashing him to the floor again. She stepped back and let him stand. He backed her into the wall again with a right and a left to the face. When she raised her guard he drove his shoulder into her gut over and over.

They kept it up for half an hour. Mike's naked body was dripping with sweat and beet red from exhaustion. Grizzly was on her heels a lot, but enjoying an aerobic workout.

She lifted her arms out to the side. Mike looked worried. He'd never had to hit anyone that many times. Wendy threw one leg up on my lap and hugged me tight, obviously excited over the violence. Her hot box pinned my arm to my side. I could feel her panties moisten on the back of my wrist.

Mike's fist shot forward, this time into Grizzly's exposed ribs, but I could see he was loosing steam. Sweat covered his swollen eyes.

Then Grizzly wrapped her thick arms around Mike, crushing him to her ample chest. Immediately, his head turned a frightening crimson and the air blasted from his body. She chuckled and bounced him in her arms, tightening her grip, constricting him. I heard a blood chilling crunch.

Wendy pressed her lips to my ear. A thrill ran up my spine. "She's breaking his ribs now. Your friend may have been a big tough man, but when she's done even you will be able to beat him up. Isn't she magnificent?"

I couldn't deny it. "She is amazing." I said with way too much admiration in my voice.

"You're almost making me jealous, little man!" said Wendy in my ear. "But I don't blame you. Grizzly is hot." She started grinding her cunt into my arm as she watched her friend destroy mine.

I rubbed my cock on the back of her knee, which rested on my lap. The entire scene was more than I could stand. I had to come, or explode. Wendy picked up her leg and crushed her thick high heel into my shaft, narrowly missing my balls. I looked down. Her wet cotton panties glistened up at me. She left her heel there and growned it back and forth. "You just sit still and look pretty, little man. I'm watchin' Grizzly!" Her long fingers were around my wind pipe and I couldn't breath. Tear sprang to my eyes. "Are you gonna behave?"

I nodded.

She relaxed her grip, dropped her leg back onto my lap, and returned to watching the show, humping my arm once more. I sat as still as possible and watched too.

When Mike's face turned blue Grizzly dropped him to the floor. He landed like a pile of rags. Grizzly planted a work boot on his naked ass and pinned him to the floor as she unbuttoned and removed her vest. Her breasts were perfectly round high-riding orbs, each bigger than my head. They rocked back and forth under her broad, muscular shoulders. Her belly was plump, but looked small under her breasts. Her powerful hips rolled out in perfect spheres.

I felt Wendy heat up next to me. Her breathing grew faster and came in starts as she wiggled her tight quim up and down my arm. She humped me using only pelvic thrusts - she didn't lurch up and down - definitely built for speed.

When Grizzly reached for the buckle on her tight cut offs Wendy leaped to her feet dumping me onto the floor. "Oh! Let me!" She squealed.

Wendy knelt on Mike's back in front of her and gently unzipped and pulled down her shorts and black leather panties exposing a wild tangle of wet pubic hair. She ran her tongue up Grizzly's moist thigh and into the dense tangle. Grizzly arched her back and ran her hands through her hair, enjoying the rim job. But soon she pushed Wendy back. "I got work to do, sweet cakes. Go play with your friend."

Grizzly and Wendy stepped off of Mike. He gasped for air and eventually staggered to his hands and knees. Grizzly slipped her hands under his armpits and hoisted him to his feet facing Wendy. He took a couple of clumsy swings at the girl's blonde head. She easily ducked out of his way then popped him in the ribs with her little fist. He groaned and fell to his knees! Must've hit a broken rib.

"He's almost ready, Grizzly. Can I finish him off for you?" Asked Wendy.

"Ya. It'll give me a minute to get ready."

Wendy let Mike stand again. He swung at her, missing miserably. She teased him, slapping his face and ducking his wild blows. Then she slipped in under his arms, pressed her slim body up against his massive chest and crushed her knee up into his balls. He dropped to his knees before her. She stuffed his head between her thin thighs and fell backwards on it, driving his face into the floor. She clamped her legs tight and dug the toes of her shoes into his scrotum.

"Please stop!" begged Mike in a squeaky voice from under the young girl's ass. He was crying now - humiliated and defeated. "You're killing me! Your feet! Move your feet!" He tried to grab her legs but she grabbed his wrists with her long slender hands and controlled his arms, pinning them behind his back. He was absolutely spent from punching Grizzly! Even this girl could take him. She tightened her legs even more. Mike chocked and sputtered. "I can't breath! I'm begging you..." He gasped.

I couldn't believe it. I've heard people beg to Mike every week for as long as I can remember. Now this girl, 40 pounds lighter than he, was forcing him to grovel without breaking a sweat. She ignored his begging and whining.

Soon he passed out. Wendy stood up and kicked him over onto his back. "He's ready Grizzly."

So am I." Said Grizzly, now sporting the strap-on.

Wendy looked down. "Hey Grizzly! I think he may be as hung as you!"

"Lets see." said the big woman. She flipped a table down from the wall, picked up Mike like a rag doll and slapped him down onto it. She slid her cock up next to his, which strangely was in full stiffy mode. Hers was half a cock head longer and nearly twice as thick. "Closer than most." she said admiringly. "I think we got a lady killer on our hands."

She slipped her hand into the shortening and filled Mike's butt crack with the goo. He gasped, coughed and jerked to full awareness. With Wendy holding his arms and Grizzly pushing his legs apart, he struggled feebly. Grizzly positioned the shaft and crammed it up Mike's ass. He arched his back and screamed like a woman.

Grizzly became lost in her work, humping away at the man captive below her. She bent his legs up until his knees touched his ears and hammered on him. Wendy stuffed a tennis ball in his mouth and bound it into place with duct tape to stifle the screams, then she turned her attention to me.

"We have another cock in the drawer, little man. I think I'll use it on you."

I leaped for the door. She tripped me up and sat on my back. She was too light to hold me down, so I struggled to my feet. I punched her rippled belly with all my might, but my fist glanced to the side. She back handed my face so hard I staggered back several steps. I dropped my shoulder and plowed into her, knocking her to the wall. I tried for the door and freedom again.

She jumped behind me, put me in a full nelson, and raised me up off the floor. She dropped me onto the bench and stuffed her knee into the small of my back then pinned my arms behind me. I kept begging, "No. Please no." as she pulled my pants down.

Grizzly kept humping but looked up long enough to say, "I told him he could leave if he wanted, Wendy. Don't force him to stay if he don't want to."

"Damn." spat Wendy from on top of me. She got up and sat me up with my pants around my ankles. I could see her shift tactics. She became soft and inviting.

She slid her warm body up my thighs, stomach, chest and face like a snake. She stopped with her meaty, panty clad muff resting on my upper lip just below my nose. She wet her fingers in her clit and played with my ears. My cock throbbed for her as she rubbed her quim over my lips. Then she spoke in a girlish, innocent voice, "you wanna stay an' play, doncha little man?"

"Yes!" I barked into her box. "Yes!" I grabbed her ass and slid my tongue past her panties to her tight little slit. Her button was soaking and hot. She shouted out when my tongue slid around it. Years of women riding my face were paying off. I took that girl to the stars. She fell off my face, off the bench and onto the floor. I followed. She rolled on top, flipped around, and slid my shaft clear down her throat in one stroke. We humped each other's faces as Grizzly continued to hump Mike.

After making Wendy come hard I looked up at Mike. I could hear the slap, slap, slap of Grizzly's belly mashing into Mike's balls with every thrust. He was only emitting gasps now. His eyes were glazed over. I grew harder in Wendy's throat.

I don't know how much time had passed. Wendy had drenched my face in come, meanwhile keeping me from coming even once. She seemed to know just how to take me down at the critical moment and she did it to me over and over. My sack was huge and ready to burst.

I was gritting my teeth when she whispered, "If you beg me to take yer ass, I'll let you come." She had that childish grin on again.

I know it seems insane now, but at that moment it seemed like a small price to pay. I assumed the police search position and begged, "Please fuck my ass. I'm begging you! I'll do anything if you'll just fuck my ass."

She casually pulled out another huge strap-on and handed it to me. "Tie me in." she said. I dropped to my knees and slipped it on her slender hips. "Spread 'em." I assumed the position again. "Butter yer ass." I dipped my hand into the goo and filled my own ass crack. What was I getting myself into?!?

"I don't know." she said. "Maybe I wont."

"Please!" I begged. "Take me! I have money!"

"Well, since you said please..." and she sunk her meat up into me. I cried out. She grabbed my hair and started working in earnest. My asshole felt like it would break under her pounding. Her hot breath puffed into my ear and her drool slithered down my back.

Then she slipped her long fingers around and touched my rod. I blasted my load against the wall. She touched me again and again I unloaded like she had her finger on a trigger. She seemed to own and control every aspect of my body like I never was able to.

She rested with her cock fully inserted. "Do you want to come on me?" she asked. My cock was still hard and ready.

"God yes." I growled.

"Too fucking bad." She whispered. She made me come again against the wall, emptying my sack, then continued her anal assault. "You pathetic worm!" she puffed.

I fell to my knees. She clamped her long legs around me and kept the shaft driven home as she rode me around the camper like a pony. I finally fell flat to the floor.

She slowly slid her cock up and down in my hole. "If you promise to suck my cock, I'll dismount." She said in her innocent voice.

I took a few more thrusts then admitted the obvious. "Anything you say. I'll do anything you say."

She slid out of me and stood over me. "Put these on." she said and dropped her wet panties onto my dick. I slid into the soft material. My sack and rod overflowed the scant fabric. "Get me a beer." I got her a beer. She sat on the bench and beckoned me to crawl up between her legs. With one hand she guided my mouth over the tip of her shaft and pushed it into my mouth. It was thick, greasy and smelly, but it finally fit.

My lips stretched wide. My jaw unhinged. She drained her beer and tossed it aside. Then she grabbed my ears and forced her rod deep into my face. She went slow, letting me overcome the gag reflex, but eventually my nose pressed her hard belly and her shaft filled my throat. After loosening me up with a few gently strokes she got busy with her crotch thrusts again.

When she pulled out she wiped her shaft on my shirt, then unstrapped it. She pulled my face back to her groin and forced me to rim her holes with my tongue and nose.

After coming once more she stood over me and pissed down my throat. My humiliation was complete. She kicked me out with only my dirty shirt, her wet panties, and Mike's car keys.

That was the last I ever saw of any of them, including Mike. The men of the town were happy. The police never even followed up with a missing persons report.