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"Good boy."
Kevin blushed. "Thank you," he said softly. He wasn't sure he completely understood what was going on here - his sense of reality was reeling a little at the revelations that Cameron had just hit him with. He would almost have dismissed it as an elaborate prank, except for the undeniable fact that a man was kneeling naked on the floor with his head bowed. Kevin's abiding memory of Alex was that he was big, muscular, arrogant, aggressive, and threatening - the kind of guy that had bullied and belittled Kevin since he was a kid in school. Such men sensed weakness in others like a shark smelling blood in the water - and had a similar belligerent response. Kevin, 5'4" and built like a collection of pipe cleaners, had been scared of such people all his life.
And now here Alex was, naked, kneeling, covered in bruises and literally trembling in fear as the two of them stood there looking down on him. It was like watching some dangerous wild animal that had been beaten and broken into submission by a particularly brutal trainer.
Could Cameron really have done that? The woman he knew was sweet, smart, funny, sensual... could she really have done as she claimed?
Kevin looked at her again, this time with new eyes. Yes, she was all that. But... she was also tall, extremely well-muscled, perhaps the most physically powerful woman he had ever seen. No, the most powerful person he had ever seen.
And she revelled in that power. He had seen her engage in contests of strength with Alex here, only a couple of weeks ago. Seen her beating him over and over again. He remembered how she had taken such joy in it. That was to be expected of any competitive person who won a contest of course, but there had been more to it than that, a look in her eyes that he was just now starting to recognise. Not pride in an accomplishment, but joy in the defeat of her opponent... in overwhelming and dominating him.
He thought about the time he had spent with Cameron over the last couple of weeks. The ease with which she had taken the lead, the degree of control that she had assumed. Kevin was used to being the beta male, the submissive party in more or less any relationship. It didn't matter if it was a friendship, a business relationship, a romantic encounter, he always seemed to be the one deferring to others. But with Cameron, it wasn't just that she led and he acceded to her as a matter of course, as he always had in those other relationships. Cameron openly demanded his obedience to her. She required it.
Could she do as she had claimed to Alex? Torture him, break his will, make him her... Kevin hesitated to use the word, but no other fitted - make him her slave?
She could, he realised. She had the strength, she had the will, she had the attitude. She certainly could. And as he watched his former bully cowering on the floor, Kevin knew that she had.
"Follow," Cameron said as she walked over to the big leather couch. Alex instantly began to crawl along behind her. Kevin wondered for a moment if the order - and it clearly had been an order - was directed at himself as well as Alex.
Cameron settled the question with a glance over her shoulder. "I said follow," she said with a stern look. Kevin didn't need to be told again; he followed obediently.
Cameron sat on the couch, pointing at the floor before her. "On your knees, boys," she said softly. Kevin slowly sank to his knees beside Alex, glancing at him. He could hardly have believed when he started this evening that he would end it beside Alex of all people, on his knees before his... his... girlfriend? That word didn't seem to fit. His Mistress? The very thought made him blush, but it was hard to deny that it was a better match for their relationship. The mental images the word brought were intense... and exciting. Leather. Whips. Chains. Were such things in his future?
Cameron smiled down at him, seeing the confusion on his face, revelling in it. She rather liked seeing him so off-balance. It amused her to know that she could so easily overwhelm him mentally as well as physically.
She placed her feet on the floor, one in front of each man. She had chosen black leather pumps for tonight, slim five-inch heels. Not the most comfortable shoe in the world, but she adored the extra height. Even in bare feet she towered eleven inches over little Kevin; in heels she was well over a foot taller. It clearly intimidated him, and she delighted in that.
Of course, lovely sexy shoes had other uses. "You're going to clean them," she said. "With your tongue." Kevin looked up at her, his little eyes widening. She smiled and nodded. "Yes," she with amusement. "I require acts of abasement from my males. It enforces the nature of the relationship. Enforces my authority... and your willingness to submit to that authority, no matter what is required. And Kevin... much will be required."
Kevin felt himself shiver in intimidation at the words. Intimidation shaded with a good deal of excitement!
"Let's begin with a kiss, boys," she said, "a soft, gentle, adoring kiss. Show your Mistress how much you love to be allowed to worship her."
Kevin bent his head, planting a soft kiss on the black leather. He felt like his senses had been heightened. His lips could feel the warmth of her body through the soft leather of her shoe. The scent filled his nostrils. He was intensely aware of the thickly muscled calf just inches away, of the kneeling naked man beside him worshipping Cameron just as he was.
That was the exactly correct word, he realised. This was not just an act of submission, not just an act of self-abasement and humiliation. It was an act of worship. He was worshipping her strength, both her obvious physical strength and also the subtler but ultimately more important mental strength.
"Now part your lips," Cameron said softly. "Kiss them again and this time, taste the leather."
Kevin drew a shuddering breath, parting his lips as instructed. He kissed her shoe, letting the tip of his tongue graze the warm leather. He could taste the unique, earthy taste of the leather, along with the less pleasant traces of something... dirt, perhaps, from their night out. And something else... a trace of shoe polish?
"Hmmm, that's it, boys, taste it. Show your Mistress how you submit to her," Cameron murmured. She was incredibly turned on by the sight of the two men grovelling before her; her panties were practically soaking wet. She slipped her hand up the rather short dress she had chosen for tonight and began to finger herself, moaning in pleasure. This was what she lived for, the total domination of the weaker sex. "Lick them," she said. "I want every inch worshipped with your tongue." She smiled, a fingertip caressing the little bud of her clit as the two men began to gently kiss and lick her shoes, cleaning the dirt of the day from them.
Anything, she thought to herself. They would do anything for her, anything at all. And if they refused, if they resisted... she would make them do anything she wanted. Their soft little bodies were hers to dominate and abuse... and destroy, if she wanted to. When she wanted to.
The thought drove her over the edge and she screamed in delight as a powerful orgasm swept through her body. Wave after wave of delicious sexual pleasure made her body tingle with satisfaction as the thought of the power she held over these two men acted as the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Finally, she came down from the high. The two men were still assiduously licking her shoes, she noted. Shame. If they had stopped without orders, she would have punished them. She would rather have enjoyed that.
"Enough," she commanded. "Stand."
They hurried to obey. Alex really was an impressive physical specimen, she thought with a smile. She reached out to caress his cock lightly. "Mistress wants this hard," she said. It was a phrase she had taken to using on him; erections achieved without it were punished severely, as was failure to become erect when she required it. Even after a couple of weeks, he had begun to become erect on demand - and only on demand. Pavlovian conditioning at its finest, she mused.
She looked at Kevin. "Isn't this a magnificent specimen of manhood?" She asked casually. Poor little Kevin blushed a deep red, and she chuckled. "Let's see how you measure up," she said. "Strip for me, slave. Show me your body."
Kevin hesitated nervously, but a simple raised eyebrow on her part prompted him to begin disrobing. His body was just what she had expected; he was slim, even petite. She didn't think she had ever seen anybody thinner or weedier-looking, man or woman. He didn't look unhealthy as such, just... well, very much at the lower end of the bell curve when it came to build and muscularity.
He hesitated again as he got down to his underwear, and Cameron frowned. "I said strip for me," she said, and her tone was clearly threatening. Kevin blushed that lovely blush of his and dropped his boxer shorts to the floor. His cock bobbed up.
She stared at it. The delicious anticipation of the night ahead shattered suddenly. "Is that it?" She blurted.
"Um, what?" He asked nervously.
"Why isn't it hard?" She demanded, a little affronted. Here he was in front of her, the perfect example of feminine sexuality, and he wasn't erect?"
"Um, well it is," he said. He pressed his cock down a little and let it bob back up. "I mean... well you're very beautiful, and..." he trailed off.
Cameron frowned. "But why's it so small?" She demanded.
"Well it's not, um, I mean, it's not that small," he said. "I... well it's about five and a half inches," he added. "That's average. It's actually a little above average."
"And what the fuck am I supposed to do with average?" She asked. She was actually angry at him. How dare he treat her this way? It was positively disrespectful! She took Alex's thick cock in her hand, giving it a hard yank. He whimpered but said nothing. "Look at this! Nine and a half inches long, seven and a half inches around. That's a useful cock. What the hell am I supposed to do with that thing?"
Kevin opened his mouth to speak but could think of nothing to say.
Cameron sighed. She'd had hopes, honestly she had. Intellectually, she knew that the average guy was a shade over five inches long down there. And honestly, she hadn't truly expected a weed like Kevin to be huge where it mattered, not up to Alex's standards, but come on! Was eight inches too much to ask for? Hell, even seven. Dammit, it was disrespectful to be going around with a cock that was less than seven inches long. What did he expect to do with it!
She took a breath and tried to calm down. Maybe it would be okay. She kind of doubted that Kevin was a supremely talented sex object, but one never knew. He might be a man of hidden depths.
"Well come on then," she said grumpily. "Let's see what you can do."
She led them over to the bed area, stripping her dress off as she went. "Kevin, on your back," she said, pointing. He scrambled to obey, and she smiled grudgingly. He was an obedient little beta, she had to give him that much. And that counted for a lot in her eyes.
She straddled his face, her pussy still practically dripping from the orgasm. "Lick," she commanded. "Alex, you too; my asshole."
She moaned with pleasure as her boys went to work, snapping occasional directions - faster, slower left a little, press more... Cameron was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted from a man, and was not at all shy about expressing it. And demanding it. And, if necessary, simply taking it by force.
Not that force was required here, of course. Alex had resisted as best he could at first, but he had long learned to jump when she spoke. And Kevin... well, he was a natural little obedient beta boy.
When she was good and ready she directed Alex to lie across the head of the bed and leaned back against him, using his lovely body as a pillow. "Now," she said to Kevin, "time to see what that strictly average cocklette of yours can do. Stick me with it, lover."
Kevin blushed furiously at the humiliating words, but when the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen made a demand like that, a little humiliation wasn't going to get in the way! He crawled up between her thickly muscled thighs, marvelling at their obvious strength as his fingertips caressed the compound curves of her body. He positioned himself carefully, one hand guiding his cock to the entrance to her sex.
He slid his hips forward in one long stroke, moaning as the velvet glove of her pussy engulfed him. Tight, she was so tight... Kevin was astonished, he had never felt anything like it. How was that possible, for a woman who... well, enjoyed larger men? Especially as often as Cameron seemed to.
He caught her gaze as she looked into his eyes, smiling a little smugly. "All of my muscles are strong and powerful, darling," she said. "Every last one of them. Now get to work!"
He needed no further urging. He pistoned in and out, thrusting for all he was worth. It was glorious, he'd never known a sensation like it. Her body was so warm and inviting... but also so hard and strong. She lay beneath him like a statue, something almost otherworldly. He practically whimpered in pleasure, looking into her eyes, seeking that deep connection.
She was looking back at him with barely concealed disappointment.
He paused, looking at her searchingly. "Is... um... is something wrong?" He asked.
"What could be wrong?" She said, irritation plain in her voice. "I'm just lying here being fucked by an average cock that isn't up to the job. Life's just peachy!"
He felt tears prickling in his eyes as her words penetrated him to the core. And, of course, the offending organ immediately began to wilt. Cameron pushed him off, shaking her head. "This won't do at all. Look, I'll show you what I really need. Alex! On your back and with that monster ready to fuck, right now!"
Alex scrambled into the required position, his cock already throbbing hard. Kevin stared at it, quivering with jealousy. It really was a monster, not far short of twice the size of his own member. Kevin was no different to most men when it came to such things, convinced deep down that size did indeed matter, and a great deal. As with most men, nothing a woman said could quite convince him otherwise. No matter how many times he might hear the words "size doesn't matter", deep down his insecurities always convinced him that the women who said that were just being polite, just trying not to hurt his feelings.
Now here was the most beautiful and exotic woman he'd ever met, who was bluntly confirming his worst insecurities. Cameron was a fully committed size queen, and she wasn't the least bit shy about admitting it!
She mounted Alex, emitting a guttural moan of animalistic lust as she slid down on his erect cock, taking the entire length in one slow plunge. Kevin watched, open-mouthed. How could she do that? He would have sworn it was impossible!
"Oh yessss," she hissed. "Now that's a cock. You just lie there and stay hard like a good boy," she instructed. Her massive thighs constricted as she lifted up, raising her huge body until the head of his cock was showing between her pussy lips... held it there for a long, long moment... then rammed down on his, screaming "fuuuuuck!" as the monster tool speared deep inside her. Her hips slammed into his with an obscene slapping sound... and she began to repeat the process, impaling herself again and again. She placed her hand on Alex's muscular chest, her biceps and shoulders flexing as she craned forward a little. "That's it, boy," she moaned between screams. "Drive it into me! Do what you're good at, make your Mistress scream! Oh fuuuuuck, that's so fucking good!"
She cast a glance at Kevin, and it was loaded with a degree of utter scorn that he had never seen. "This is what a real cock looks like, Mr Average," she growled the word contemptuously, never for one moment slowing down as she impaled herself again and again. "This is how a real cock fucks! Big and thick and hard and deep! Think you could do this?" Her hand lashed out, gripping his neck and pulling him painfully forward until his eyes were just inches from hers. "Well, DO YOU?!"
"No..." Kevin whispered. He could feel tears of shame on his cheeks. Never in his life had he felt so degraded.
"That's right!" She screamed, accelerating the pace. "Average cocks aren't good enough, Kevin, not for me. I need them big. BIG, do you hear me! Fucking enormous tools that can spurt huge when I want them to! Like NOW!" And with that she tossed Kevin contemptuously aside and slapped Alex across the face with all her strength, practically tearing his head off as she screamed in lust. "Now, you bastard, CUM NOW!" She screamed, throwing her head back and emitting a howl of frenzied ecstasy as an immense orgasm roared through her body.
Alex whimpered in fear and pain as his balls throbbed obediently, spurting a huge load of cum deep into his Mistress.
Finally, Cameron collapsed on top of him, gasping for breath. "Hmmmm, now that's what I call fucking," she murmured. She rolled to one side, snapping her fingers. "Usually, Alex swallows every last little drop of cum he produces," she said lazily. "I insist on it. At first, he didn't like it. I had to beat him rather forcefully, more than once. But today... I think a little change is in order. Kevin, get your ass up here. You're on clean-up duty!"
"W-what?" Kevin asked, incredulous. He looked down at her in astonishment. Her pussy was swollen and reddened, like... well, like she'd just had the fuck of a lifetime, frankly. A very large glob of cum oozed out of her as he stared.
"I believe," she said with a flat calm that was somehow more threatening than any yell, "I told you to lick Alex's cum from my pussy. Every drop. Are you going to make me ask twice, Kevin? I don't like to have to ask boys to do things twice. It makes me... grumpy. And when I get grumpy, soft, weak, helpless little boys like you get hurt."
Kevin glanced at Alex, noting again the rather large collection of bruises he carried. If she could do that to him, apparently with ease, what could she do to a man less than half his size? Terrified at the explicit threat, Kevin did the only thing he could do; he obeyed.
Crawling up between her legs, he bent his head to her pussy and began to lick hesitantly. The taste of the thick salty goo filled his mouth instantly, mixed in with the slightly muskier flavour of Cameron's own rather copious juices. He fought the instinct to retch as he began to swallow the fluids. "Hmmmm, that's better," she said languidly. "Obedience, Kevin, always obedience. Learn to do what I say when I say, without any hesitation, and we will get on better. And since your cock is useless to me, you'd be well advised to jump to it when I require any other kinds of sexual service from you. It's in your interest to be... useful."
Kevin, still busily swallowing the thick white pearls of Alex's cum, could not help but wince in fear.
Cameron worked the weight machine, curling a weight little short of her personal best. She drove herself hard, watching her bicep pumping as she lifted again and again.
She always pushed herself in the gym, but when she was frustrated she tended to push it especially hard. And boy howdy, was she frustrated lately.
Kevin had been such a promising prospect. She's enjoyed the idea of having her own little beta boy servant, she really had. And he was a sweet guy, smart and eager to please. Some of the demands she placed on him had given him pause, but truthfully, she rather enjoyed that. Half the fun was taking a man with 'normal' values and desires and forcing him to go far beyond them... making him expand his horizons in order to please her. It felt like she was corrupting him, and she enjoyed that thought immensely.
Yes, it was exactly what she had been looking for.
Except, of course, for that one nagging little problem. And little was certainly the word for it. Oh, he was average, of course. Even above average, as he never seemed to tire of saying. But Cameron wasn't an average woman, and she didn't require or accept average men. Dammit, was it too much to ask for, she thought savagely. All she wanted was a smart, eloquent, funny, short, slim, delicate, soft, weak little beta boy who would do absolutely anything she told him to, no matter how he felt about it... and who also had an enormous schlong that she could use and abuse as she pleased.
She switched arms and began working the weight again with her left. Dammit, the universe owed her that!
She had tried, she really had. Two weeks with Kevin now, since that night when she had brought him home and began the process of breaking him in. His tongue was excellent, she had to admit; not much stamina there, but she was working on that. But he was willing and enthusiastic, and even quite skilled. She wondered vaguely if previous women had also found him inadequately sized and insisted he develop his oral skills to compensate.
Hell, he'd even gotten used to eating Alex's cum. And his own, for that matter.
But it was maddening. Even when she wasn't having him actually use his cock, just knowing what he had between his legs drove her crazy. It was as if his cock was a personal insult aimed just at her.
She stepped back from the machine, sweating as she turned to find herself face to face with Kevin. He looked up at her, clearly very nervous. "Um, Cameron," he said softly. "Hi."
"Kevin," she nodded as she picked up a towel and wiped up some sweat.
"I, um, wanted to talk to you," he said.
She shrugged. "I'm not stopping you."
He blushed. "Look, I know things have been a bit, um, strained between us lately," he said. "I know you have... complaints... and I was hoping we could talk about it a bit, maybe clear the air?"
"I have complaints?" She said in irritation. "What complaints are those, Kevin?"
"Well... I know you think that I'm..." he trailed off, unable to get the words out.
"Hung like an anaemic chicken?" She said frostily.
His blush deepened. He looked around guiltily, desperately hoping nobody was close enough to overhear. "Now Cameron, that's not fair," he said. "You know I'm average, um, down below. More than average, actually."
"Average is such a good word," she said. "I like it, really I do. But average should never be confused with adequate." She stepped closer, lowering her voice slightly. "You can go around protesting that you're average, or even above average, all you like," she said, "but let's not for one moment confuse that with the idea that you are adequate for my needs. You are in fact completely inadequate. And I think you should stop making excuses and accept that fact. Am I clear?"
He nodded. "But... there are, um, other things we can do," he said. "If that's not big enough for you... not good enough... I mean, you've had me use my, um, tongue..."
She nodded, and just for a moment she relented. "I have. And there you have been adequate, or at least approaching it." Her face hardened again. "But let's not pretend that makes it okay, Kevin. Undersized cocks are unacceptable. It's frankly nauseating to think that there are men walking around with cocks less than eight inches long. And You know what the really insulting thing is? It's that some of those men genuinely believe that that's okay, that they think that just because it's average or even above average, that they can go around acting as though nothing is wrong with them."
She poked him in the chest and he staggered back, clearly scared as well as nervous. Good. "Well let's have the truth, Kevin. There is something wrong with you, and it's not okay. You ought to be thoroughly and completely ashamed of yourself for having that worthless little thing between your legs. I don't know how you manage to go around feeling good about it, when frankly the sight of it makes me want to vomit. Just knowing it's down there, that you actually have that thing hanging there, is nauseating. How the fuck am I supposed to enjoy a nice long session of oral worship when I know the little beta wimp worshipping me has that tiny little noodle getting all excited, wishing he could put it inside me. Jesus, I actually let you try putting it inside me!"
She grimaced, shuddering at the thought. "I've tried, Kevin, really I have. I don't know what else I can do."
"Do you want me to leave?" He asked, clearly very upset at the thought.
She shook her head. "No, I won't allow that," she said. "I claimed you as mine, and I meant that. I suppose I should have inspected the merchandise first, but what's done is done. You belong to me, and I won't let you go. But I don't know how to make this work, Kevin. I really don't."
"Please," Kevin whispered, tears prickling his eyes. "Please Cameron, I'll do anything to make it work. I'll try anything, become anything you want if you let me stay. It's so important to me... you're so important to me. I love you, Cameron, with all my heart. All I want is for you to love me back. I know you do, deep down. Please, just find that love inside yourself and let it loose. You can love me back, I know you can."
She recoiled, her beautiful Asiatic features twisted in disdain. He loved her? Well of course he loved her, didn't every man who knew her love her? And why wouldn't they? She was a Goddess, a towering giant amongst a world of pygmies. Love was the very least thing that everybody owed her.
But this... this wasn't love. Love was utter submission, total obedience to her whims and wishes. Love was devoting yourself utterly to bringing her pleasure. How could this pathetic neediness, this whimpering and begging for him to have what he wanted, possibly be called love? The thought disgusted her.
She sighed. She needed to work off some aggression. "Look," she said. "Just go. For now, just get out of here. Come to my place after we close today and we will talk about it."
He nodded vigorously, pathetically grateful. "I will," he said. "It will work out, you'll see. I know it will. If we both try, if we both work at it, this will all work out. In a week we'll be laughing about it. You'll see."
"Yes," she said flatly. "We will see."
After he was gone she stalked through the gym, watching people work out. She barely noticed the eyes locked on her, admiring her muscular body. She'd been working out for hours, she was pumped up and covered in sweat - and horny as fuck, to boot. She was the envy of every man here, and most of the women too. Usually the thought pleased her, but the encounter with Kevin had left her mood dark.
No, things were not going well, she thought as she went through her office and towards the door up to her apartment. Poor Alex was suffering all the more for it, too, she mused. Frustrated over Kevin's inadequacy, she was all the more demanding of her other slave. And rather rougher than she had been up to now, she thought to herself. If she was honest, she rather enjoyed that. He was, after all, something of an asshole. He'd come into her service as a result of making as ass of himself in her gym, followed by losing a bet to her. She didn't like him, and frequently enjoyed the pain and damage she inflicted on his body. Even more so, now that he was serving as a release for her frustration over Kevin.
Speaking of which... she reached the door and unlocked it, stalking inside.
Alex looked up from where he was sitting on the couch watching TV, terror on his face.
"What the fuck?" She roared angrily. "Why aren't you kneeling in front of the door?!"
"Please Ma'am, please," he whimpered in panic as he scampered over, kneeling before her. "I didn't know you were coming back up here this early... please..."
"What's that got to do with anything!" She demanded. "When I arrive, you're kneeling at the door! That's how it goes, Alex, and I don't give a fuck what it takes to achieve it! You can kneel there twenty four hours a day, if that's what you need to do! Jesus fucking Christ!"
She bent down, taking a handful of hair and dragging him across the huge apartment to the bed. "Get it up for me, NOW!" She yelled furiously. Here, at least, she could count on satisfaction. One of the few redeeming features Alex had was that as well as having a monster cock, he was one of the most virile men she had ever known. He was always able to get it up for her. Of course, she thought arrogantly, she was certainly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, so it was only to be expected.
She threw him onto the bed and began to strip out of her exercise clothes. "Come on," she chided, "I don't have all day!"
Alex whimpered in fear as she mounted him. She liked to be on top for sex - for life in general, really, but especially for sex. She lowered herself onto him, sighing contentedly as he filled her up in the way that she so loved. "That's it," she crooned. "Now thrust it, show me that you're worth keeping."
He did. Alex had become very obedient in the few weeks since she first brought him up here. He was terrified of her, she knew. With good reason.
"Harder!" She barked. She made a fist and slammed it into his abdomen. He jerked hard, driving his giant cock hard into her. She moaned in pleasure. "Harder!" She repeated, slamming another fist down. He didn't even try to resist - he knew it would accomplish nothing, she was a good deal stronger than he was. When she first defeated him, she had to admit that it had been a close contest. But since then she had subjected him to dozens of beatings. She fed him sufficiently to keep him alive and healthy, but not enough to be building muscles. Nor did she allow him to lift weights any more. As a result, whilst he was still a fine physical specimen of manhood, he had lost ten or twenty pounds of muscle mass.
Cameron, meanwhile, was training like crazy, especially now she was trying to burn off her frustrations and aggressions over Kevin. She had never been this big, this strong. Defeating Alex, hurting him for her pleasure, really wasn't a challenge any more. And that compounded her frustration. It was too easy, really.
She slammed her firsts down again and again. Alex began crying as she pummelled him, whimpering in pain as big fat tears rolled down his face. "Please Mistress Cameron, please don't hurt me," he begged piteously through the tears, over and over again. It just angered her even more. He was supposed to be this macho alpha male! And here he was, crying, begging? How dare he? Wasn't he supposed to be more than this, better?
She rolled over, bringing him up on top of her, and crossed her ankles. Alex screamed as her titanic thighs closed on his weak body with immense strength, overwhelming him. Her arms snaked around his bruised and battered chest and crushed him in a bear hug, silencing the scream. Cameron emitted a guttural groan of pleasure as she crushed him against her body, feeling his soft frame against her hard muscles. She could destroy him like this, she knew, and the thought was so tempting. Just squeeze and squeeze, literally crush the life out of him. It wouldn't be the first time she had done it; Cameron enjoyed breaking and using men, but one way or another she always tired of them in the end.
Her powerful legs compressed, driving his cock to the very depths of her pussy. She screamed as multiple orgasms ripped through her, visions of tearing Alex to pieces dancing behind her eyes. Every muscle in her body seemed to spasm, every inch of raw power she possessed bearing down on her poor abused male.
Deep inside her throbbing pussy, she felt something give. A sudden warmth. She was only vaguely aware of it, the waves of pleasure ripping through her pushed conscious thought far to one side. She felt Alex suddenly thrashing against her, desperately and futilely trying to resist, to wail in an agony that her muscles prevented him from expressing.
Finally, the orgasms abated. Rational thought returned. Cameron rolled to one side, releasing Alex and pushing him off of her. She genuinely didn't know if she had killed him. He settled the issue by sucking in a huge lungful of air and screaming in anguish.
The sound was sweet music to her ears, and Cameron rolled back and listened to him whilst she regained her breath.
Alex's screams trailed off into whimpers but didn't stop. Eventually she started to wonder if she had actually damaged him. The thought was not unpleasant, and she sat up to have a look. So long as she hadn't hurt the only important organ, she was quite happy at the thought-
She blinked, staring at him. His hands were clutched to his groin. Blood trickled out between them. "What the fuck..." she muttered. "Show me."
He didn't move. "I said SHOW ME!" She roared, gripping his wrists and pulling his arms apart.
His cock, that beautiful mammoth instrument of her pleasure, was... she wasn't sure what it was, actually. It was a deep red, splotched with purple. It was also misshapen. It looked crushed, as if it had been put into a vice and tightened until it had just ruptured. Half way along, the whole thing had a very noticeable kink in it. Blood trickled from the end in a continuous stream.
She stared at it, almost shaking in rage. "What the fuck, Alex?" She said finally. "What the ever-loving fuck?" She realised what must have happened; Cameron made a point of training every muscle in her body to the peak of perfection... including her vaginal muscles. Kegels, pelvic stretches, you name it. She was a highly sexed woman who had plenty of lovers over the years and loved the feeling of being so tight in spite of that. And frankly, she loved the feeling of being strong even there, of being able to grip a man's cock and squeeze it until it hurt.
Well, it seemed that she had certainly done that here. Her orgasms had made her lose all control. She had exerted every last bit of her strength on him, inside and out... and she had damaged him.
She gritted her teeth, rage roaring through her. "What fucking good is this supposed to be now, Alex?" She demanded. "You know what I want from you. It's not rocket science! I want total obedience, and a big, thick hard cock to fuck me whenever I want it! How is this supposed to fuck me, Alex?" She released one of his wrists and slapped his mangled cock hard. He screamed and tried to cover it. "Huh? Answer me! How is this supposed to fuck me? Well, Alex? HOW IS IT SUPPOSED TO FUCK ME!"
He tried to crawl away, sobbing with agony. It only drove her to greater heights of rage. She grabbed a pair of cuffs she kept in her bedside draw and quickly cuffed his hands to the bed frame above his head. She took hold of the ruined cock and squeezed hard, twisting it viciously. "Can this get hard, Alex? Can it? Can this fuck me? CAN IT FUCK ME, ALEX?!"
He thrashed, the agony rendering him incapable of speech. He couldn't even scream, the it was as if the pain had paralysed his vocal cords.
She released it and wrapped her bloody fingers around his ball sack, trapping his balls away from his body. "And if your cock is useless to me, then what's the use of having balls, Alex?" She roared. She drove her fist into them hard, and Alex managed to suck enough air in to emit a weak keening wail. "Balls shoot cum through cocks, don't they, Alex?" She demanded, slamming her fist down again. "And if you don't have a cock any more, then what's the point of having balls?" Another punch. His balls were turning a deep crimson colour. "There's no point at all, is there Alex?" She wrapped the fingers of her other hand around his abused testicles and began to squeeze. "Balls that can't cum are useless balls, just like a cock that can't fuck is a useless cock. And I already have enough useless cocks and balls in my life, you selfish bastard!"
She squeezed viciously, feeling the fat eggs of his balls crunching in her fist as she destroyed them. Alex managed to suck in a huge breath and emitted a wait of terrified anguish as Cameron relentlessly crushed his balls to a mangled useless pulp.
"There!" She yelled. "Useless balls and a useless cock! And that's just the beginning!"
She unlocked the cuffs and forced his hand down at his sides then straddled his hips, enjoying the feeling of his crushed genitals against her body as she punned him beneath her. "I'm so sick of men thinking they are good enough for me," she said menacingly. "Weak pathetic little Kevin with his average cock. At least you had a good-sized cock for me - had?? being the operative word in that sentence! Remember how you used to strut around my gym, Alex? Showing off how big and tough you were? A muscled pretty boy with a big cock, the envy of everyone who saw you? Well your cock isn't so big now, is it Alex? It's a mangled mess. And what did that, Alex? What made that mess?"
She slapped his face, hard. "It was me! It was the feminine power of my pussy! I guess we've answered the age-old question of which is more powerful, haven't we Alex? How many years did you strut around with your big hard cock, thinking it made you so powerful? Well my cunt showed it what real power is like, didn't it Alex?" She slapped him with the other hand, not holding back in the slightest. She began to punctuate her words with blows, each as hard as she could make it. He whimpered and tried to resist, his body shaking and jerking against his body, but he was truly helpless. She was just too big, too heavy, too strong for him. As she had always been.
"And what good are you now, Alex?" SLAP! "How do you measure up? " SLAP! "No big hard cock left now that my pussy has destroyed it. " SLAP! "And you're not so big and muscular any more, are you Alex? " SLAP! "As for being a pretty boy... well you're not so pretty now, are you Alex? Well ARE YOU?" She screamed, and this time it was no slap - this time she brought her clenched fist down on his nose with all her strength. There was an audible crunch as his nose was smashed flat. She honestly wondered if the blow might cave his entire face in. Or maybe drive bone splinters into his brain - she'd heard in a movie once that you could do that if you hit somebody hard enough, and she'd always wondered.
But he didn't die, not then and there. She growled in frustration and punched him again in the cheek. Another cracking noise. She slammed her other fist into his other cheek for good measure. "You don't look such a pretty boy now, Alex!" She crooned in pleasure, her pussy throbbing as she punched him in the face again and again. The pain she was inflicting had her soaring, but it was more than that - the damage she was inflicting, the smashing of his formerly beautiful face, the fact that she could use her muscles, her female power, to render such beauty into something lumpy and misshapen and ugly... she loved it, she truly did.
Her fists began to hurt and she sat back, straddling his thighs, releasing his arms as she examined her fingers. A few bruises. Nothing that wouldn't heal in a day or two.
Not so for poor Alex, she mused. His face would never look the same again, not without the intervention of a terrific surgeon at least. Which he wasn't going to get.
He tried lifted him arms, pushing against her, a pathetic attempt to push her away. "What, you don't like me this close any more, Alex?" She said. "You want to push me away, is that it? Does your selfishness know no ends? Here you are, up close and personal with a Goddess, and you try to refuse that privilege?" She lifted off his body, grabbing him and flipped him over onto his front, gripping both wrists and twisting his arms behind him brutally. She yanked them up, stressing the joints badly, and he mumbled pain between his split, swollen, bloodied lips.
"Fucking useless lump of male flesh," she muttered angrily. She had stressed his joints many times, twisting them until ligaments and tendons strained almost to breaking point - poor little Alex didn't move too easily these days, his joints felt like he was a hundred years old.
But usually she held back, unwilling to truly damage a toy she still wanted to play with in the future. Not so now. His usefulness had ended when she destroyed his cock - she had no further need of this particular toy, so she had no reason not to give free reign to her sadistic impulses.
She took a deep breath, holding his arms there, savouring the anticipation for a long, long moment... and then yanked his arms upwards as hard as she could. He shrieked in agony as the joints twisted savagely in ways nature had never intended; both shoulders instantly dislocated and Cameron screamed "YESSSSS!" as she felt them tear free. She didn't stop there - dislocated joints could be popped back into place, and that wouldn't do at all! She wrenched and twisted and yanked on his arms with all her strength, tearing at the muscles. She didn't think she would actually be able to rip his arms off - even her strength had limits, after all - but she was damn sure she could render his shoulders useless to him.
After a while she let him go, flipping him back over. His body was battered, bruised, bleeding... ruined. She could feel the juices from her pussy trickling down her legs, she was that turned on. She felt no pity, not one trace. Only utter contempt and an overwhelming urge to smash and destroy.
She rolled over onto her back, pulling his head between her thighs. "I'm done with you, Alex," she growled. "I'm fully, completely, utterly done. And so are you. I'm going to kill you now."
His body twitched and he whimpered a little. She wondered vaguely if he understood her words, if he still had sufficient awareness to understand what was happening to him. In the end, she supposed, it made no difference. What he thought, what he wanted... it just didn't matter. Not to her, and what mattered to her was the only thing that mattered at all.
She crossed her ankles and began to scissor his head. Again, there was no holding back, no trace of mercy or restraint. Not this time. She piled on the pressure, squeezing, squeezing... she roared out loud as she felt his skull begin to give under the colossal power of her thighs, a distinct cracking sound coming as the bone broke.
The thought of his death sent her lust soaring. She screamed in frenzied hunger as she felt his head changing shape, relentlessly crushed. Cameron's whole body stiffened, every muscle contracting with raw power as an immense orgasm ripped through her. Alex spasmed once, again... then once more, weaker this time... and then was still.
She felt blood between her thighs as his skull ceased to resist; the sharp edges of broken bone ripped into his brain, ending his life in that instant. Still she piled on the pressure, crushing his now lifeless head between her thighs until it literally collapsed into a misshapen lump, dizzy with the tidal wave of sexual frenzy that seemed to rip through her body seemingly without end.
Eventually, finally, she could take no more; she literally passed out.
She had no idea how long it took her to come around. It was still light outside, so she supposed minutes rather than hours. She sat up slowly, still a little lightheaded.
Alex's body was still between her thighs. She pushed it to one side as she sat up on the bed, examining it. It was pretty badly mauled. The head in particular was... well, the face was barely recognisable as a face any more, and for that matter the head was rather flatter than it had been. Here and there sharp edges of bone protruded through the skin.
She stretched, smiling as she basked in the pleasant afterglow. It was quite a while since she had killed a man. She'd forgotten just how pleasurable it could be.
She padded naked across to the bathroom and turned the shower on. The hot water washed a good deal of blood off her thighs. She would need to strip and clean the bed, of course. Dispose of the bedding - blood was so hard to get out of good sheets! She had no fear of anybody coming looking for her victim. She'd had Alex captive here for weeks already, and nobody had come asking questions about him. Few realised just how many people went missing each year, in America it was well over six hundred thousand. Many were never seen again - just gone, without a trace. The police couldn't begin to tackle such a problem, not really. The unspoken truth was that they only bothered to investigate if there was some reason to believe that foul play was involved, or if the person was important, or there were relatives who pushed for action.
She couldn't imagine Alex had anything in the way of family or friends, not close ones at least. He had been a shallow, selfish, self-centred sort of person, the kind who only ever valued others for what they could give him. Such people didn't collect close relationships.
Work? She didn't even know what he did, but she was sure it would be some high-flying something or other. Some legal firm, corporation, who knew. But she would bet it would be the kind of place that was filled with competition, all hungry to get one rung further up the ladder. If somebody failed to turn up they'd probably have his deputy in the job by the end of the day, and that would be that.
Home? He likely rented an apartment. A month or two without rent would have the landlord shifting his belongings into storage and renting to somebody else.
No, nobody would care about Alex. She thought it unlikely that a missing person's report had even been filed. And even if one had, without family or friends to press the police for action, the most that would happen would be a few routine inquiries. So far as anybody knew, she just owned a gym where he was a member. Maybe somebody would remember that they had engaged in a few little trials of strength a while back, but so what? Such things were hardly unusual in a gym.
No, nobody would be looking for Alex. She would pick a suitably quiet time, load him into the back of her truck, and drive him out far away from here. She'd burn the body to make sure there were no DNA traces on it and then dump the remains in a shallow grave. And that would be the story of Alex.
It was a couple of hours later when little Kevin showed up. He was dressed in his very best suit. Cameron had chosen a leather cat-suit for herself, matt black. It covered her from neck to toe, giving her a deliciously intimidating, sinister appearance. She had her lovely hair scraped back from her head and tied back into a plaited ponytail. She had also worn her highest heels; 6.5" black platform heels which brought her height to over 6'9", more than seventeen inches over poor little Kevin. His eyes were just about level with the generous swell of her breasts, which of course instantly drew his gaze. She smiled and crossed her arms under them as she stepped back, keeping herself between him and the bed in the far corner. Alex's apartment occupied much of the building above the gym, and was correspondingly huge - more than ninety feet wide and a hundred and twenty long. He had little chance of seeing anything from that distance, but better safe than sorry, at least until she was ready to let him see.
"You look beautiful," he said. "Truly stunning."
Cameron nodded. "Of course I do," she replied. He blushed a little, sensing that somehow, he had just messed up. He loved this extraordinary woman, he truly did love her with all his heart, but somehow he could never quite understand her, never work out just the right thing to say or do. Half the time she acted like compliments were simply incredibly obvious statements of fact, as if he had walked in and said "Hello, you're a woman," or "Hi, it's Tuesday." She had a titanic arrogance baked into her, yet she didn't see it as arrogance. Most arrogant people, in Kevin's experience, were arrogant because they were covering up for a yawning pit of self-doubt in the centre of their being that they were desperate not to let anybody else see. Cameron was arrogant because in the centre of her being she genuinely believed that she was ten times better than everybody else.
The strange thing was, he was beginning to think that she was right about that.
She led him over to the couch and he took his jacket off and sat, trying to work out the right thing to say. He had been mulling it over all day, all week really. She didn't seem inclined to say anything; she simply stood there, towering impossibly over him.
He took a deep breath. "Cameron, I wanted to say that I'm sorry," he said.
She cocked her head. "Sorry for what?"
"For being... well, you know... down there."
She considered that. "I'm afraid I don't know, Kevin," she said. "My mind reading powers aren't working too well today. Are you apologising for the state of your feet? Your knees? Now, try again."
He blushed. Dammit, she was always doing that, always pushing him with verbal jabs. He felt a flash of resentment. Why did she have to make everything so difficult?
He gathered together what courage he possessed. "Okay," he said. "What I mean is, I'm sorry my cock is... inadequate... for you."
She shook her head. "Not enough," she said. "Don't try to blame me for this. Don't try to imply that your little noodle is perfectly fine, really, it's just that big bad Cameron doesn't like it. Try again." The tone of threat in those last words was very clear. Kevin blushed. Something didn't feel right about this. Cameron was always intimidating, but somehow this felt different. Usually he found that he rather liked how imposing she was, liked that edge of her being so much stronger and tougher than he was. This time, however... he felt genuinely threatened. And there was nothing tantalising about it.
He could feel the beginning of tears in his eyes. Not just humiliation - he was used to crying with humiliation around Cameron by now. For the first time, he was feeling outright fear. Fear of her, of what she might do.
He tried to pull himself together. "I'm sorry that I'm so small, Cameron," he said softly. "I'm sorry that my cock is so small. Too small to be... to be of any use. I'm really sorry."
She nodded. "Stand up and strip," she said, taking a step backwards to give him room.
He stood hurriedly. Much as he might struggle to fully understand Cameron sometimes, one thing he understood very well - she expected total, complete, instant, unquestioning obedience. And she reacted badly to not getting it.
He undressed, setting the clothes carefully on the couch. Cameron watched, her gorgeous face impassive. Looking at her again he was struck by her tremendous physical presence, her stunning beauty. He didn't think he had ever seen a woman so stunning. Somehow the fear and humiliation combined to feed into his lust, with predictable results. He felt his much-discussed member slowly rising to full attention.
Kevin looked down at it uncertainly. Like most men, he had always had a bit of a preoccupation with the size of that particular body part. He was not a physically impressive specimen, he knew. Only 5'4", a typical ninety-pound weakling, pretty much everything about him was distinctly below average. He had always taken considerable comfort in the fact that he was slightly bigger than average down there.
Now Cameron had put an end to all that. He looked at his own cock, standing there throbbing erect in front of this Goddess, and he saw the contempt in her face. And he felt ashamed. It didn't matter that he was average, or above average. He was not big enough to please Cameron, and that was all that counted.
"Alright, so you've apologised," she said. "So what? What now? Do you think we're going to fall into one another's arms and live happily ever after? It doesn't work that way, Kevin. Pathetic tiny little cocklettes are no good to me, and men attached to them are no good to me either."
"Please," he whispered, "please Cameron, I love you so much. I'll do anything, honestly."
"What am I supposed to do, Kevin?" She asked. "You don't think that can give me orgasms, do you? Am I supposed to give up on having them?"
"You can fuck other men," he said. "Anybody you want. Alex, anybody."
"Well thank you very much for your permission," she said scornfully. "Of course I fuck other men, you moron - why wouldn't I? That doesn't mean you get a free pass to go around waving that little thing and not giving me orgasms!"
"Can't I give you orgasms some other way?" He asked desperately. "I can use my tongue... you've said you like that..."
"So, I'm supposed to just accept your tiny cock because of that?" She demanded.
"Please Cameron, I'll do anything," he said. "Anything to be yours. Anything to make you cum."
She seemed to suddenly go very still. "Say that again," she said softly.
"I'll do anything to make you cum," Kevin whispered, wondering if he had landed on that right combination of words this time.
"Anything?" She asked. "Absolutely anything?"
"Anything," he promised.
"Do you want to see what that means, Kevin?"
He nodded. "Sure."
A slow smile spread across her face. "Come with me."
She put a leather-clad arm across his shoulder and led him slowly over towards her bed. Kevin stared at it curiously. It wasn't made, which was odd - Cameron normally had Alex keep the apartment scrupulously clean. As he grew closer he began to stare. Was that... surely it couldn't be...?
It was. A leg was dangling off the side of the bed. He wondered if Alex was perhaps sleeping there, though deep down he already knew that he wasn't. Then he saw the blood.
His stomach began to knot. He would have stopped, but the looming muscular Goddess beside him did not allow the possibility. He could no more have resisted her arm across his shoulders than he could have flown to the moon.
"He's... dead..." Kevin said incredulously.
"Yes, he's dead," she said.
"But... what happened?"
She shrugged. "His cock was no further use to me, Kevin. I damaged it by accident. And with his cock ruined, there was no need for him to be alive any more. So I murdered him."
He looked up at her, open-mouthed. Cameron smiled sweetly. "And do you know what, little man? I had the most amazing orgasm from it. I literally passed out. I think it may well have been the best orgasm I've ever had."
"But..." he whispered. He couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"And now," Cameron said, her arm tightening on his shoulders just a little, "I'm going to do it again."
Terror lanced through him. He felt like he was about to vomit. "What do you mean?" He whispered. It was a nonsensical question - he knew perfectly well what she meant. He couldn't quite admit it to himself, however.
"I mean you said anything, darling. You said you would do anything, absolutely anything, to give me an orgasm. And so you will... when I kill you."
He tried to run then, knowing it was futile. Cameron actually let him go for a moment - and then caught him with two long, quick strides and looped a thickly muscled leather-clad arm around his neck. One swift jerk took him off his feet. He hung there in the crook of her arm, his feet dangling well above the floor.
"Shhhh," she murmured, tightening her arm until he couldn't speak. "Quiet now. There's nothing you can do about it, sweetie, so just relax." She walked across the room, supporting his weight as if it was lighter than the smallest feather. Kevin struggled for all he was worth, accomplishing exactly nothing.
A section of Cameron's apartment was dedicated to a collection of exercise apparatus of various kinds. She often worked out downstairs in the gym, where she could be admired and envied by all who beheld her magnificence, but on occasion she preferred it a little more private. This was where she had first conquered Alex and made him her own. And now...
Some chains hung down from the ceiling. They had held a punching bag; Cameron had taken it down an hour or so before Kevin arrived, and hooked a leather harness up to the chains instead. Now she slipped his arms into it and fastened it securely around him. He hung there, weakly struggling as he dangled above the floor.
"Anything," she said. "You said anything, Kevin. You invited me to do anything I needed to cum. Anything. You asked for this."
She launched a punch into his stomach. Every bit of breath in him was expelled in one enormous whuff; though the pain was incredible he couldn't cry out, couldn't scream.
Cameron punched again, hitting exactly the same place. He had such poor muscle tone, she noticed. Alex's body had been hard, at least at first. She had enjoyed the feeling of punching him, of feeling his body gradually soften and break down under her blows. This was different; like punching a sponge.
She threw another punch into his stomach, and another, and another. She timed the blows to allow him just a little air - he would begin to suck in a lungful and she would launch another punch, driving it back out of him. He couldn't cry out at all; couldn't express the agony she was inflicting. She rather liked that.
She kept it up, punch after punch, minute after minute. Kevin's entire abdomen gradually turned red, shading deeper and deeper as she worked him over. He was already in a lot of trouble, she judged; a good deal of internal bleeding going on there. Good.
"This is what anything means," she gloated as she damaged him. His entire abdomen was starting to turn black. "This is what you promised, Kevin. You have no idea how turned on you're making me right now. Look," she lowered the zip on her cat suit, easing the leather apart to bare her wondrous breasts. The nipples stood, beautifully engorged. "See how lovely they look, sweetie? They're practically tingling!"
She stood back and without warning launched a kick into his balls. Kevin emitted a strangled whimper as she drew back and kicked again, putting all her weight and strength behind it. His little body was literally lifted six or eight inches each time her powerful leg drove home.
"You really want to give me an orgasm, Kevin?" She taunted as she drove her foot into his balls again. "Well, you're going to." Another kick. "You're making me so wet right now," another kick, "my pussy is positively tingling, darling."
He heaved, and a thin trail of blood gurgled out of his mouth and dripped down onto the floor. Cameron laughed. "Oh Kevin, what a mess you are making! Look at my floor! And I don't even have Alex here to clean it up for me!" She kicked him again and again, then stepped in and wrapped her long fingers around his abused genitals. "Look at these," she said. She began to squeeze. "Look at how small they are. How useless. They're offensive, Kevin. I won't have a man walking around with something this pathetic between his legs." She twisted savagely, yanking hard as Kevin screamed. Cameron squeezed with all her enormous strength, twisting and yanking so hard she literally lifted Kevin's entire body by his balls. "How dare you have such a small cock," she ranted, "it's an obscenity! I won't allow it!"
She felt his little nuts crunching under her fingers, destroying them exactly as she had destroyed Alex's, only hours before. Kevin emitted high pitched girlish screams of agony as Cameron relentlessly destroyed the offending genitalia, using her brute strength to mangle them thoroughly.
"And you know what" She said, reaching up to lift Kevin and starting to unstrap the harness. "If your cock is useless, then you are useless!"
She lifted him above her head easily, held him there for a long moment, then slammed him down onto the floor. All the breath whooshed out of him at the impact, and for a second or two he literally saw stars. He was vaguely aware of Cameron lying beside him, but he didn't really come around until her thick thighs went around his chest and began to compress.
"Please..." he whimpered. "Please stop hurting me Cameron... please... I'll do anything..."
She laughed, and it was pure cruelty. "I know you'll do anything, sweetie," she crooned as her titanic thighs began to crush his ribs. She loved to scissor men, loved the feeling of their bodies fighting her strength. A straight one-on-one contest that they always, always lost. "That's the point, Kevin," she said as she watched his face begin to redden as he fought for breath. "This is the anything that you're doing for me. Dying. I'm murdering you, Kevin, and it's making me so fucking horny!"
With that she began to pile on the strength, inch by agonisingly slow inch. Her 24-inch thighs had destroyed far bigger, far more muscular men than little Kevin before. He could offer absolutely no resistance, none at all. She felt his ribs sag under her muscles as she deliberately, very gradually, squeezed harder and harder. He tried to cry out, tried to beg for his life, but he had no chance to draw breath. Cameron knew she could keep this up for a long time - hours, even, if she really wanted to. She wasn't even using half her strength yet. Of course, hours would not be necessary. Kevin would suffocate in about three minutes.
But she didn't want that, didn't want to end things so quickly. She wanted him to suffer for what he was, and most especially for what he dared to have between his legs.
She waited until his eyes began to close and his head was starting to loll backwards, then released the scissors. Kevin sucked in a huge lung-full of air, then another, and another. Slowly he began to come around. She reached over and slapped his face, hard. His head snapped back, his eyes lost their glaze, and he started to sob.
She wasn't having that. She piled on the pressure again, depriving him of air once more. The sobbing stopped, and little Kevin began to turn red in the face again.
She kept it up, squeezing him to the point of unconsciousness over and over and over, never quite letting him get there. Each time she would wait until he was just hovering on the edge of an oblivion that he would surely welcome as a respite from the pain. Then she would let him get a few breaths of air and give him a few hard slaps to wake him up... and begin again.
Finally, she tired of it. "No fading out for you this time, darling," she said, stroking his bruised face. "No gradual suffocation. This time, I am going to use all the strength in my legs. This time I will crush you as hard as I can. Are you ready for it, my darling? Can you feel it coming? Can you sense what I am about to do to you?"
He could. She could see the absolute terror in his eyes, and her pussy, which had been practically throbbing with pleasure for what seemed like hours, tingled on the very edge of orgasm at the sight of it.
She squeezed suddenly. It was no gradual piling on of pressure this time; she squeezed as hard as she could, as fast as she could. His ribs sagged under her. They were no match for the raw brutality of Cameron's muscles. She felt them giving and then snapping beneath her legs, heard the crunch as she broke them relentlessly. Kevin gurgled, his eyes rolling backwards in his head as he struggled feebly.
Finally, she released him. If the broken ribs had punctured his lungs, she knew he would begin to cough up blood and rapidly die. He didn't, though. She was both disappointed and glad - disappointed because she knew just how much she would enjoy watching him die. Glad, because she still had that pleasure to come.
She took his hand in hers. Her hand was so much bigger, she mused. It was like holding a child's hand. She wrapped her long, powerful fingers around his little finger.
"This little piggy went to market," she sang softly. And then she snapped his finger at the knuckle.
Kevin screamed, yet again. It was a sound that Cameron didn't think she would ever tire of hearing. She took hold of his next finger. "This little piggy stayed at home..." snap! "This little piggy had roast beef..." snap! "And this little piggy had none..." snap! She took hold of his thumb. "And this little piggy went... all the way home!" snap!
She laughed as she looked at his hand. "Oh Kevin, it looks so funny! All the fingers are pointing upwards. It's like you're trying to make a fist, but in the other direction!" She crushed his hand in hers, feeling the broken joints grating as the fingers twisted and bent.
"Oh god, I'm so close..." she whispered. "It's time, Kevin... time for you to make me cum."
She repositioned, wrapping her thighs around his head. "Are you ready, darling? Ready to give Cameron a lovely big orgasm?"
Her eyes met his. For a long moment she just looked into them, relishing what she saw there.
Somehow, he managed to speak. "I love you," he whispered.
"Of course," she said softly. Her thighs constricted, practically exploding with power. Kevin's skull put up a valiant effort, but it was no match for the strength that assailed it. She felt his bones creaking. The sutures began to give way under the colossal force, his skull starting to split back into the constituent bones that it had once been. Suddenly his skull simply disintegrated, collapsing under Cameron's immense strength. An explosion of gore burst all over her lap as his head literally burst, killing him instantly.
As before, a massive series of multiple orgasms thundered through her body, a series of sexual tsunami. She screamed in a whirl of pure lust that was beyond anything she had ever felt before. She came again and again, shaking with the force of it, her thighs clenching even harder, crushing the remnants of poor little Kevin's head into an unrecognisable lump of mangled flesh and bone.
And then, as before, she fainted from the intensity of it all.
When she came around, it was noticeably darker outside. At least an hour or two had passed, she thought. Yet she could still feel her body twitching slightly. Her pussy still tingled, just a little. She wondered if it was possible that she had continued to orgasm over and over after she fainted. What a lovely thought. She would give anything to have a gigantic, hard cock to fuck right this moment. She would have to acquire one as soon as she could, she decided. No sense going without.
She stood slowly, slightly shaky on her feet. Her legs and lower torso were covered in blood. She had no idea if she would be able to salvage the cat-suit. Probably better to destroy it and get another, she decided. Burn it when she burned the bodies. She had a busy couple of hours ahead; evidence to destroy, etc.
She stripped slowly, delighting in the feel of the cool air against her muscular body. As she undressed, she looked down at the wreckage of Kevin's corpse. "Well darling," she said softly, "I guess congratulations are in order. You did manage to give me a lovely big orgasm after all. And what man wouldn't be happy to give his life for that?"
It had been a good day.
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