Broken
I was out at my usual hangout when I spotted my ex girlfriend Julia at
the other end of the bar. I hadn't seen her in at least a year. Julia had
been an oddity for me, as far as sexual partners go. I usually go for the
pale, cute, petite, sensitive and submissive girls. Julia was quite
different. She was the only I had ever dated who I could describe as
a "hardbody". She's 5'8' tanned & lean and has a predatory look about her.
Not to mention an incredible ass. I think it was that which made me
deviate from my usual pattern and ask her out. We dated for a couple of
months and then mutually ended things.
Sex with Julia was of the "ok" sort, which I found unfortunate. To be
in bed with such a physically hot body (scrumptious clean shaved too), but not to feel any real passion was a disappointment to me. I put
it down to not being able to establish an emotional connection. I found
Julia not to be cold, but simply disconnected. She wasn't very forthcoming
about the things that turn her on, and sadly I wasn't able to bring any
passion out of her. I put this down to both my own lack of ability and the
possibility that she was simply uninteresting sexually. Either way, I
don't think that either of us was too crushed when we decided to move on to
other pastures.
Anyway, I found myself looking at her across the bar, I felt a little
pang of regret about my past performance with her. She looked hot as
always, wearing tight black vinyl hotpants and knee high boots. I thought
to myself that I was probably a little too soft with her during the time
that we were together. Since she was probably the most conventionally
attractive that I ever dated, and in great demand from other guys, I
let her get away with things that I had never my other get away with
in an attempt not to upset or offend her. I accepted tepid, shallow
blowjobs, tried extra hard to be sensitive, and never introduced her to the
kinky darkside of my sexual self.
I would have never dreamed of approaching Julia again, if it had not
been for one lingering little reminiscence of my short time with her. One
small scrap of information about her that continued to intrigue me. This
small item was brought back to mind full force by seeing her stalking
around my favorite hangout in her little-miss-fuck-me vinyl outfit.
Several times throughout our relationship, Julia would tell me that she
liked to work out in a gym. This didn't surprise me, since she had such a
lithe, toned body. She would invariably inform me during the course of our
conversation that she had worked out that day, and talk about how "buff"
she was getting. Of course, I would compliment her that she looked good.
Then oddly, she would make some sort of remark implying that she was in
such good shape that she was probably stronger than me! Self-depreciating
as I am, I always agreed with her that she probably was (never believing
that for a moment).
It's hard for me now to believe that at the time, I never even gave her
remarks a second thought, because in the subsequent year since we broke up,
I had become quite obsessively interested in physical and sexual domination
of all sorts. Whenever I thought about Julia (which was seldom), I had
wondered if she really was that strong, and could be a dominant woman. She
had never shown such a side at all during our sexual contact. Seeing her
then, in the bar, these thoughts had begun to take hold in my mind again. I
decided to find out. I approached her at the bar, looked directly into her
eyes and stated simply "You look like you've been working out bitch"....
An hour later, I was staring across my living room at Julia, who was
stripped down to her black bra and little vinyl short shorts. I too was
stripped to my boxer shorts. I guess it wasn't too hard to convince her of
the necessity of seeing who was really stronger. We would wrestle until
one of us asked for "mercy". And it was I who suggested to make things
more "interesting" by placing various items around the room for use should
things take a sexual turn (which of course they would).
Very quickly, what I had envisioned as an arousing bit of sexy wrestling
took a turn that I had never expected. It turns out that Julia was a bit
more serious about this stuff than I had ever dreamed. After a bit of
grappling (in which I found out she was every bit as strong as I wished),
she punched me in the stomach with a forced that doubled me over in pain
and I went down on the floor on my knees, struggling to breath.
"HA! That was so fucking easy!" she shouted.
"Shit...I didn't think you were gonna fucking punch me!", I gasped.
"Too bad pussy...now say "mercy" or I'll do it again"
I was in a state of shock. This was not at all what I had expected out
of this. And the bitch had called me a pussy. I began to get mad through
the pain. I told her that I would not be saying "mercy" any time soon.
"Ok...just remember that you asked for it"
I was still on my knees at her feet. She hauled back and kicked me in
the stomach hard with her bare foot. If I was in pain before, that memory
was erased by the kick, which sent me absolutely reeling in a wave of pain
and nausea. I was out. The "fight" was over before it had even begun.
Through my glazed eyes, I saw that Julia calmly sat down on my living room
couch and casually began to hum to herself and thumb through a magazine,
while I lay on the ground helpless and writhing in pain. This bizarre
scene went on for about three minutes, until I managed to recover slightly
and get to my knees. Julia then walked over to me and helped me up to my
feet. She gazed into my eyes. She was calm, cool and serene. I was
shaking with tears flowing down my face, humiliated. She caressed my hair
with her left hand and planted a kiss on my lips.
"Are you ok?"...she whispered.
"I guess.". I was trembling.
"Good. Because you still haven't said MERCY!"
Her left hand grabbed my hair and she slapped me hard across the face
with her right. I probably would have fallen again but she was holding me
up by the hair. Again and again she slapped me. Stinging, humiliating
blows coming from a slim120lb and I was helpless to stop her. She
thrust my face right into hers an spat on me.
"I changed my mind pussy. I don't want you to say mercy anymore. In
fact don't even bother trying. It won't matter. Instead, I'm going to use
your sorry ass. Make you my bitch. See, I'm a changed girl, different
than you remember."
That was the understatement of the century. I had no idea what she
intended to do to me, but I realized in my debilitated condition, there was
no way I was going to stop her.
"Now my little pussy, we can make this relatively easy or we can make it
hard. Very hard. You decide. You can get on your knees right now, or I
can beat the shit out of you some more. I think you'll make the right
decision. On your knees...NOW."
I thought for a moment about fighting back, and found that I was afraid.
Afraid. In my own home, with a that I had fucked numerous times I was
afraid. The fear came from the fact that I was truly unsure whether this
girl would me seriously. I could end up in the hospital or even dead.
My strength to fight back was sapped to the point where I thought it would
be best to obey. I sank to my knees.
"Now you can start by showing me how much you like my ass. You always
said I had a great ass, right?.
She quickly stripped off her little shorts, turned and stuck her ass in
my face. The irony is that on any number of occasions, I would have been
happy to suck her beautiful ass, but she had never shown any inclinations
toward this type of thing. Now she was bumping and grinding, shoving my
face into her ass and instructing me to tongue her anus.
"Ugghhh....yes bitch....deeper...get your tongue in there...come on
boy...do it right...FUCK YEAH"
As I licked....and licked...and licked...my recovery increased to the
point where I was not so much in pain, but simply overwhelmed by emotions.
I realized that I was incredibly turned on by this treatment. Being
dominated by this psychotic bitch-vixen was something out of my dreams, or
nightmares. Julia roughly extracted my head from her ass, threw me down on
my back, grabbed my boxer shorts and ripped them off. She noticed my huge
hard-on.
"Oooh....looks like you've got a little problem there. Maybe I can help
you out with that. Or maybe not."
She stomped hard on my sore stomach, incapacitating me yet again.
Standing over my prone body she pressed her small foot onto my face,
turning my head sideways onto the floor, putting just enough pressure to
force my cheek onto the floor. She stood over me, posing majestically.
"Ref, I believe he is pinned. You may start the count. Oops, I forgot.
There's no ref...I'll have to do it myself....ONE....TWO...THREE...The
winner and new champion...JULIA!"
She was maniacal...
"Pussy, it's too bad for you that this was a submission-only match, no
pins. Otherwise it would not be over...I guess I'll just have to carry on.
You look hungry...I guess I'll have to feed you something."
She rubbed her exquisite and deadly little foot all over my face,
literally rubbing my face in her total dominance over me.
"Open up sweety...time for dinner."
She took great satisfaction in shoving her foot into my gaping mouth.
Her foot was small enough for me to my lips entirely around it. I
could feel her toes touch the back of my throat as she slid her foot over
and over again into my obscenely stretched mouth.
"That's right bitch...suck it...Suck it like a big fat dick...come on
pussy...deep throat my little foot...GAG ON IT...."
Every once in a while she would pull it out and slap my face roughly
with it or pinch my nose with her toes, only to shove it back in my mouth
deeper. She was rubbing her while doing this, her dominance turning
her on immensely. Eventually though, she tired of this. I was totally
exhausted and out of breath from her efforts.
"Come on...you're not done...on your knees", she pulled me up.
She thrust my face into her cunt. Silently I prepared myself for what
was sure to be about an hour of oral service. I was wrong.
"We can't have dinner without a little wine now can we?"
She pissed in my face, all the while screaming humiliating insults. She
held my head firmly in her crotch, making me drink, yanking my head into
different positions to make sure every inch of my face and hair was
drenched with piss. When she finished she again threw me to the ground
with disdain.
"God you're pathetic...I would have never believed that you are such an
asslicking piss-drinking little slave bitch...I thought that you were a but I guess I was wrong. You're just like a girl...and you know what you
do with girl's...you fuck 'em. And just in case you think you're going
somewhere...."
She stomped my tortured stomach again. I wasn't going anywhere. She
picked up a bottle of baby oil and a large dildo that earlier in the
evening I had intended to fuck her with. Julia then bent down facing my
legs and sat on my face, forcing my mouth and nose into her dripping cunt.
She pulled my legs back towards my head, folding my body up painfully. She
used her elbows to immobilize me completely. She ground her into my
paralyzed head while oiling up my ass with her free hands.
"Now here's the deal. Were gonna do some and fucking. You'll
be doing the and of course I'll be doing the fucking!"
I had no choice, no will to resist. A 120lb was going to rape me
with my own sex toy. When she plunged that huge dildo into my ass, my
world exploded in pain like I've never felt, before or since. The rape
seemed to go on for hours, and to tell the truth, I didn't do much sucking,
not that it mattered to her because she was using my face like her own
personal sex toy. She had three long protracted orgasms, each time
drenching my face with copious cum. Finally it was over. She climbed
off of me. I lay on the ground crushed, an exhausted wreck.
"Damn that was good. I didn't think I would do this, but since I had so
much fun whipping your ass, I think you deserve a reward. Stay right
there..."
She approached me and once again folded my legs back, forcing them
upwards until only my head and shoulders supported me on the floor. I was
pinned again. She cooed soft words to me while she rubbed and pumped my
cock which grew to huge dimensions. Despite my humiliation I was still
turned on. I couldn't resist her power. I realized in horror that at the
angle I was bent that the head of my cock was only inches from my head and
pointed directly at my face!
"No...please...don't"
"Oh yes....you're going to cum...that's right...yer gonna blow a big
load....right in your own face...CUM NOW or I swear to god I'll pummel you
some more..."
With her free hand she pried open my mouth while she jerked my off
expertly and I came in buckets, drenching my own face and tongue. She
laughed and cheered all the while. It was the best orgasm I ever had. I
hated her.
She stood over me and just looked and looked at the destruction she had
caused. She looked quite amazed at what had happened, at what she had
done. Even a little embarrassed.
"Thank you...that was amazing", she said quietly.
I was incredulous. She was thanking me, even though I had absolutely no
choice in the matter.
"I'm still so turned on. We're going to fuck now. You still seem to be
hard. And I've always loved your big cock"
Her manner had softened a bit as she mounted me. She was still in
complete control as she rode me. As we fucked she lost control, bit by
bit. She quivered. She softened. She came, squealing, softening more.
And I recovered, bit by bit. Sexual energy was healing my battered
body.
When she shuddered through her fifth orgasm of the evening, our little
dynamic turned itself around and my humiliation and hate for her gave me
the energy to finally subdue her.
Suffice it to say, I spent the rest of that long night giving back
threefold what she gave to me. Julia became quite familiar with the word
"mercy". My cockhead became well acquainted with her throat...her
cervix...her bowels. And her pretty toes became well acquainted with her
pretty mouth. I slept soundly with my softened dick firmly encased in her
mouth.
In the morning, we woke groggily.
"How do you feel Julia?", I asked her.
"Broken. You?"
"Broken."
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