Honeymoon Horror
by Sunblind



"The thing of it is ... " said Robbie, as she hung upside down in the bathroom
doorway, her ankles firmly trapped in the padded shackles that hung over the
top of the jamb, "All I did was knock her off of her raft...it was an accident
... she's way stronger than me, though, I bet she's at least a G-cup."

Adam, chained face down on the big four-poster that was the centerpiece of the
honeymoon villa's bedroom, smiled and said, "It's okay, honey ... they haven't
really hurt us ... and they're leaving tomorrow, so we'll at least have two
days to ourselves ... "

Any further conversation was, however, curtailed, as, at that moment, using
the key that the newlywed's had "given" to them, Anna and Christina entered
the villa.

They were Englishwomen, on vacation for the week, in Jamaica. Robbie and Adam
had encountered themr for the first time, two days prior on the first day of
their honeymoon, at the exclusive resort's beachside restaurant, where, after
unpacking, the man and his wife had gone for a late lunch.

They had noticed them because as Anna, who at five foot eight was exactly as
tall as Robbie, had flounced by their table, Robbie had leaned forward to her
new husband and whispered, "This might be a new experience for you..."

And when he looked at her quizzically, "Your woman's double D's aren't the
biggest tits in the room," as she rolled her eyes in the direction of the
giant-boobed blonde.

Anna's tits (the young couple would find out later ... the hard way) were L-
cups, and they were truly spectacular in the mint green tube top she had on.
As Robbie further noted, Anna's companion (Christina), who stood five foot
two, with light brown hair, had a chest that was small only in the comparison
to her companion. "I'll bet the little one's got me by a couple of cups,
also." marveled the raven-haired bride.

"Wow!" was all that Adam could manage as he caught site of Anna's massive
mammaries. And then with a smile, "What was your name again?"

Robbie laughed ... the young couple had a wonderfully secure relationship,
built upon a seven year courtship that had begun during their senior year of
high school when, they had met as lab partners in physics and Robbie, during
the second month of the term had, at the close of a particularly productive
study session, rewarded her new friend with a slow, teasing hand job. Taking a
moment to admire her husband's broad shoulders, she smiled, "I'll be sure to
remember that comment tonight when I have your balls in my hands."

Leaving the restaurant, Adam and Robbie had headed back to their villa for
some late afternoon private time.

Since the Changeover had occurred, a year into their relationship, the lovers
had developed an extensive repertoire of sex games; most of which revolved
around Robbie being so substantially stronger than her larger (six foot;
200lbs.) husband.

Following the Changeover, the size of a woman's tits had become the single
most important factor in determining her strength. As such, the average
untrained woman, sporting a set of double D's, had become approximately six
times stronger, with an average max bench press of about nine hundred pounds,
than the average man's max of approximately one hundred fifty pounds. Both
Adam and Robbie trained with weights, however, and at the time of their
wedding were maxing three hundred ten and eleven hundred lbs., respectively.
And while Adam was a great wrestler (2 time Big Ten Conference champion), and
Robbie had no hand-to-hand combat experience of any kind, she was just too
strong for him.

First they simply wrestled. Adam employed all of his skills, but no matter
what, all of their matches always ended the same. Robbie would let him
manipulate her around the room for a while before eventually catching him up
in what she called the one-armed boyfriend hold.

To throw the one-armed boyfriend hold, Robbie would maneuver them into a
situation where the two wrestlers would be standing side by side facing in the
same direction. She would then bend her knees slightly and wrap her left arm
around Adam's bottom and catch his left wrist in her left hand. Then she'd
simply straighten up. Because they were facing the same way, his right arm
would be trapped between their bodies; and because she had bent low and taken
him around his bottom, when she stood up his feet would be a good six inches
off the ground. And because she was so strong, no amount of struggling on his
part could change his helpless condition.

Since Adam wrestled naked (Robbie, though a kind and gentle wife, did not
allow her husband, in accordance with post-Changeover convention, to wear
clothes in the house), whenever she had him in the one-armed boyfriend hold,
Robbie would simply play with his penis and balls with her free right hand.

And today on the first day of their honeymoon, Robbie caught Adam in the
one-armed boyfriend hold six times in the first fifteen minutes of "playtime."
The first five times she merely massaged his balls. He kicked his feet
helplessly and tried to squirm out of her grip, but she held him fast. The
sixth time she rubbed him right up to the brink of orgasm and actually had him
begging for release before she simply dropped him in a heap onto the thick
wall-to-wall carpeting of the villa's sitting room.

"Please, baby ... I ... I'm going to burst."

Robbie giggled at her husband's condition. Drawing herself up and puffing out
her tits, she strode back to where he remained kneeling on the floor. Placing
her crotch several inches in front of his face, she indicated her preference,
more with body language than actual words, and he silently pressed his face
into the front panel of her red bikini thong..

Keeping his lips in contact with Robbie's pussy area, Adam politely asked,
"Please may I cum?"

"No, my sweet darling" she smiled, "But I'll tell you what ... If you can
remove my top, I'll let you cum ... but watch out ... especially for my left
tit ... if you get caught under it ... you're probably going down for a nap
... "

Adam leaped at her bra. Robbie, however, caught him easily as he attempted to
rise, and held him in place with his face right level with her deep cleavage.

"Tsk, tsk," she clucked, and then with a wry smile, "Good night, sweetie." He
tried to resist as she forced his face between her boobs, but as his face
became surrounded by her soft skin, he gave in to the inevitable and just
tried to relax.

Approximately fifteen minutes later, Adam awoke on his back on the big four
poster. Robbie was wiping his genitals with a damp cloth when she noticed he
was stirring.'

"Hey, sleepyhead ... that was terrific." And with loving mockery, "Sorry, you
missed it, baby ... you were great."

Adam smiled groggily and offered no resistance as Robbie climbed up on the bed
and positioned her left breast over his face. "I'm going for a swim ... when
you wake up, jump in the shower and I'll be along. We're having dinner with
the Resort Captain tonight, so you have to wear a tie ... "

Dropping her big left breast onto her husband's face, Robby held him as he,
again, gently slipped away. Once he was asleep, she jumped into a racing suit
and headed out directly onto the resort's private beach, and into the water
that was about three hundred feet from the villa's door.

Adam was, of course, deeply asleep and thought he was dreaming that someone
was hammering, when he realized that someone was knocking on the villa's door.
Grabbing a robe, he padded across to the sitting room and took a quick peak
out the peep hole. The site that greeted him, though distorted, was,
unmistakably, the giant-breasted blonde from the restaurant.

Anna, who's name Adam did not yet know, was wearing a blue bikini with green
polka dots and holding a piece of cloth. When Adam opened the door she brushed
right past his attempt at a greeting and said, "Your wife should be more
careful where she swims."

Huh?!

Adam was, of course, speechless ... particularly when she looked directly into
his eyes and said, in actually a rather gentle manner, "My name is Anna ...
Get rid of that robe and greet me as if I were your wife."

Adam did as he was told. Though, in the post-Changeover world, most
conventions had stayed in place, they had definitely been stretched. Thus,
when a massive-breasted power-house, like this Anna person, told a man to
kneel or to rise or to strip, if he was wise, he did as he was told, no matter
how gentle her tone of voice

Adam slowly dropped to his knees and eased forward until he was well under the
shelf of her massive mammaries. Pressing his lips to the smooth fabric of the
front of her bikini panties, he waited for her to speak.

"Unfortunately for your wife ... she is very beautiful by the way ... my
traveling companion, Christina, has a bit of a temper ... your wife was
swimming laps and knocked Christina off of her raft ...

Robbie had bounded into the water, barely taking notice of the fact that Anna
and Christina were sunbathing on inflatable rafts about fifty feet beyond the
surf line. She swam almost half a mile out before stopping to catch her
breath. After treading water for a minute or two, she put her head down and
made to swim back to shore. As she neared the beach ... tiring ... (she had
lost concentration) ... she swam right into what turned out to be Christina's
raft.

Christina, who had been dozing, hit the water hard and came up sputtering.

"What the hell!"

Robbie had had an equal surprise upon bumping her head on the raft and stood
up in what turned out to be four feet of water.

Before Robbie had cleared the water from her eyes, she had figured out what
had happened and was apologizing with vigor ...

"I am so sorr ... " was as far as she got before Christina grabbed her. The
shorter, bustier woman took hold of Robbie's crotch and started digging for a
good pussy hold while Robbie still had her hands in her hair, brushing it from
her face.

"Hey ... What are you doing?" Robbie was so taken by surprise that she didn't
put up any fight, but merely put her hands on Christina's shoulders and tried
to push her tormentor away.

Her hands working underwater, as Robbie ineffectively pushed on her shoulders,
Christina had quickly shoved Robbie's suit aside and was "three fingers in" in
a matter of seconds.

"Ow ... ow!" Robbie cried, "You're hurting ... you're hurting me ... please
... please ... I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to hit into you ... please ... ow
... oh ... ow ... I'm sorry ... please let me go ... please."

Robbie never had a chance. Christina, as Robbie had noted in the restaurant,
was actually a G-cup, more than four full cups larger than the raven-haired
newlywed. Christina never said a word and in less than a minute, the pain had
become so intense that Robbie began to black out. As the helpless bride began
to lose consciousness, her head fell onto Christina's shoulder, and she
wimpered unintelligibly as Christina continued to claw her pussy.

Just before Robbie completely lost consciousness, Christina switched to a
double tit squeeze and dragged Robbie up onto the beach by the taller woman's
big double D's. Robbie couldn't keep her feet, and when Christina let go of
her breasts, the beaten woman fell to her back and began a deep sobbing cry.
Christina quickly stripped off Robbie's suit (to which Robbie offered no
resistance, unless crying harder can be counted as resistance), and slung the
barely conscious woman onto her shoulders in backbreaker position.

By this time Anna had come up onto the beach. Christian handed her giant-
busted friend Robbie's bathing suit.

"Christina, let her go ... it was an accident ... I think they're honeymooners
... she said she was sorry ... don't ruin her vacation ... take her back to
her husband ... you've humiliated her enough."

"Please ... " It was Robbie ... still barely conscious ... pleading to be let
go.

Christina snickered and poured on some pressure. Robbie sobbed and cried out
in pain. Letting up a bit, Christina spoke to her blond-headed travel
companion, "I'm taking her upstairs to finish the lesson. If you want to go
"mother" the husband so he isn't scared while his big-strong wife is gone,
that's up to you."

Squirming as hard as she could to break Christina's iron grip, Robbie actually
managed to flip her head around and was able to get some eye contact with
Anna. "Please ... please ... don't hurt my husband ... he didn't do anything
... he's sleeping in our bed ... please ... I will do anything you want ...
please don't hurt him ... "

As Christina re-powered up the backbreaker, and Robbie groaned pitifully, Anna
smiled, and said, "That's sweet, honey. Don't worry ... I'll take good care of
him ... he'll be as safe as if he were with you ... safer actually ... "

Anna watched as Christina carried a struggling Robbie up the path towards the
two Englishwomans' villa. As her roommate rounded the first bend, Anna started
toward the villa that she'd seen Robbie burst from not fifteen minutes ago.

As Anna finished the story, Adam threw caution to the wind, and spoke. "What
will she do to Robbie ... that's my wife's name ... Robbie."

"You're pretty bold ... talking without permission ... (a tense pause) ...
that's okay, though, ... you're cute, so I'll let it go ... also, I can see
that you and your wife have a very easy going relationship ... come out from
under there ... Christina probably won't do much ... I'm sure right now your
Robbie is having a lesson in the finer points of sucking on Christina's tits
... Christina loves to have her tits sucked ... I'm sure you'll get your turn
soon enough ... "

By this time Adam was standing opposite the big blond.

"What are you going to do to me?"

She smiled at him and slowly and deliberately, never breaking eye contact with
him, she removed her massive bathing bra ...