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Broken: Sexual Combat and Dominance 
by Bryen193 (bryen193@aol.com)
 
***

A guy gets dominated and forced to orgasm by an ex-
girlfriend. (Fdom/M, D/s, v, rough)

***

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 hard-body type. 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 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 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 gonna cum, that's right, you're gonna 
blow a big 
Load, right in your own face. CUM! 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." 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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