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Broken (Sexual Combat and Dominance)
by Bryen193@aol.com
***
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 girl I had ever dated who I could describe as a hardbody.
She's 5'8' tanned and 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 pussy 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 hot pants 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 girl
that I ever dated, and in great demand from other guys, I let
her get away with things that I had never my other girls 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 dark side 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 girl
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 girl that I had
fucked numerous times I was afraid. The fear came from the fact
that I was truly unsure whether this girl would hurt 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 stretch 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 cunt 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 believe that you
are such an ass-licking piss-drinking little slave bitch --I
though that you were a man 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 cunt
into my paralyzed head while oiling up my ass with her free
hands.
"Now here's the deal. Were gonna do some sucking and fucking.
You'll be doing the sucking and of course I'll be doing the
fucking!"
I had no choice, no will to resist. A 120lb girl 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 girl 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 cock-head 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."