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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: totocom on October 24, 2014, 12:36:25 pm
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-This story contains sex, violence and princkazons -in following chapters. Be warned!-
English isn't my native language, be indulgent. And, if you see a recurrent error, be gentle and let me know.
I hope you enjoy the story.
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Can you believe it? At the beginning of the 21th century...
Men are almost 6 feet tall!
Women were the weaker sex!
A bit of history.
In these times, boys started to be hypnotised by the internet and the virtual games it offered. They spent most of their time playing those stupid games, neglecting studies and sports. Later, they continued, neglecting their wives. The technology was so improved that they could do everything through the net, even work. They litteraly spent all the time before their computers.
Bored, the women started to hit the gyms to meet their friends and chat. The more their husbands played games, the more they worked-out. In twenty years, 50% of the males were addicted to those games and looked like anemic due to the lack of muscular training.
During these first twenty years, men really enjoyed that their wives went to the gym. Firstly, they could spend more time on their games, alone, without a girly voice telling them to stop. Secondly, the women started to be more fit and toned, so the guys didn't complain. They really enjoyed that their wives went more and more healthy and encouraged them to continue.
On the following years, the new generations of girls were more and more healthier. Naturally tall and strong, they increased the difference with men by hard training and healthier food. On the contrary, guys continued to be more and more attracted by virtual games, where they could waste their testoterone, fighthing huge opponent or fucking sexy girls, completely ignoring their wives, not realising they were becoming as sexier if not more than the virtual girls dancing on their screens. During these years, mixed gyms disappeared almost completely because of the lack of members. They were replaced by 'WO centers' which meant 'work-out centers' but which in fact were 'women only centers'.
As the women were becoming more and more attractive, the men started to realise that real life was as enjoyable as their games. A few men tried to reverse the tendency, but it was too late, the balance of power had changed and women weren't going to accept an about-turn. World was slowly becoming a matriarchal society.
Thanks to advances in medicine, in less than three generations, the balance of power was totally reversed. Most women were seven feet tall and weighted 400lbs of pure muscle. They towered two feet above the average men who looked like anemied compared to them. Generally around five feet, guys weighted less than 100lbs, the bigger ones growing a couple of inches more but barely reaching 120lbs.
Of course, laws have been modified according to the new society. Women rights were increased to match men ones, then soon to surpass them.
Judicature watched carefully the changes in behaviours and was more and more rigorous, specially when an affair opposed a man and a woman. For sample, rapes on women were almost inexistent but, on the contrary, the increase of male rapes was alarming. Soon it became a real problem as courts were submerged by proceedings. To relieve the task of magistrates, judges and members of parliament, which were all women, decided to legalize rape under conditions -unless it involves minors. This law, clearly allowed women to abuse men sexually and changed the behaviour of the population for ever.
WO centers started to offer facilities like areas 'refitted for men' known as WORMs areas. These areas allowed women to survey their husbands while they worked-out. Of course, men weights weren't the same that women's ones. They were made in light alloys like aluminium, allowing men to use big plates as well as women. Plus, weights were marked in lbm instead of lbs. This way men stats could match with women ones, according that 10 lbm equal 1 lb. Initially, it was a way to keep men ego preserved. Instead, men were offended and women had to force them to use this new unit which is now fully accepted by everyone.
Of course, the use of these areas was strictly forbidden to unaccompanied men and required a proper supervision. The training schedules and diets were planed to prevent any growth or strength development, usually they were elaborated to burn fat and reduce the muscle mass, according to the fact that lean guys are considered as the sexier ones. The meager, the better.
In 2050, an average woman benchpressed 800 lbs while an average man didn't exceed 900 lbm -which is exactly a ridiculous 90 lbs. Of course, well trained women easily benchpressed far above 1000 lbs, and powerlifters even more.
Virtual games were strictly modified and regulated as it was noticed that they modified men's minds very easily. According to the changes in the society, the behaviour of characters in that games had to change too. Female characters became bigger and stronger, while male ones became anorexic. It was obvious that those games were a good way to train men. Soon, players should be identified to play, preventing men to use female characters. The kind of missions changed too, usually players had to serve and please women or avoid rapes and beatings. One of the more played games was the famous 'GTA-XXIV' wherein an average guy had to stop cars and beg huge women to carry him through the town. of course, he had to please them by an appropriate way like kisses, lickings, or being employed as a sex-toy.
Nowadays, it's funny to imagine a man trying to lift a 3000 lbm barbell. No! that's insane! Poor guy, he would have his shoulders dislocated with such a weight.
Hopefully, we are the stronger sex, now, and we can prevent guys to try stupid things like that. Keep tuned, girls.
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Miss Paine turned off the projector and smiled to the students.
"Now, girls, if you have any question, feel free to ask."
A lovely brunette lifted her hand.
"Yes, Andrea?"
"Miss Paine, at the beginning of the 21th century, were women the weaker sex?"
"Yes. As unbelievable as it looks, that's right. But women were already stronger than actual men."
Another student lifted her hand, lifting in the process a poor guy who was leashed to her wristband.
"Is that true that men were 7 feet tall, miss?"
All the girls laughted at the sight of the poor guy dangling off the floor, even miss Paine had to hide a smile.
"Stop doing the clown, Betsy, and lower him. You're in a classroom... Then, no, that's pure fiction. Average height was under 6 feet... Another question?"
"I heard that men had 24" arms? Is that true, miss?"
"Caroline! How many times should i tell you to talk when permitted?"
"I'm sorry, miss."
"No. Even if nowadays 24" is ordinary for women..." she said flexing her huge arm, "the average girth was 13" for men and 10" for women." She smiled. "A few men reached 24" but they were weaklings compared to actual women. These men could barely lift 4000 lbm and probably no more than twice. Anyway, 13", that was awesome compared to the actuals 8 or 9" of our men."
A frail hand extended in the last row.
"oh! A guy asking a question? What's your name, young fellow?" she asked, amused.
"Aaron, mistress." he said while he stood up as required when adressing to the professor.
"Are you a newbie, here?"
"No, mistress, i'm an auditor from two weeks."
"Of course, men aren't allowed at the university". She gazed to the girls. "Someone knows him?". There were fifty students but only one extended her hand.
"May i tell something, miss?" the girl said.
"Of course."
"Aaron was part of an experiment in the 21th century, he has reborn three weeks ago and had been offered to my mother as minion. She's going to give him to me on my birthday."
"Interesting. Thank you, Jenny". Miss Paine smiled and glanced back to him.
"What's your question?"
"If i workout a lot, may i reach 24" like these men?"
All the girls bursted of laughing, including miss Paine. The guy lowered his gaze and sat back on the bench.
"Debbie, may you answer to this ignorant?"
"Sure, miss." she answered giggling.
The guy stood up again and waited for the answer to his question.
"Nowadays, bigger guys can reach 16" guns...". All the girls giggled.
"...but that requires a lot of working out and the intake of supplements. These supplements can't be delivered before the age of 21 and without the permission of their mistresses. They can't be as tall as women neither. The treatments which have been developped these years are only for women and the process requires estrogen enhancement. But you can probably make your man to grow taller and reach 6 feet with good nourishment."
Miss Paine nodded smiling. "Good answer, Debbie." She glanced to Aaron and motioned him to sit down.
"Is it true that, in those days, men could lift their partner while lovemaking, miss?"
The girls looked at miss Paine quizzically. The professor smiled as she remembered how stunned she was when she first heard that fact.
"Yes. Strong ones could do it." There was a tremor through the classroom. "Remember that women weighted around 120 lbs instead of the normal 400 lbs... Anyway, the guys needed both arms to hold them up and couldn't stand more than a few minutes. Nowadays, women can do it one-handed and for hours, while men can't even dream of lifting a girl, even 5 years old."
Betsy extended her arm and her pet dangled a foot of the floor. The girls bursted of laughing again except miss Paine.
"Betsy! Come here right now!"
All the girls stopped their giggles instantly. Betsy stood up silently and approached to the desk with the guy following her on all fours.
"Give me your pet, young girl."
"But..."
Miss Paine put her hands on her hips and frowned. Betsy knew she couldn't argue anything and lowered her gaze as she took off her wristband. Miss Paine took it and leaded the pet to the corner while Betsy returned to her seat.
"More questions?" The professor asked while she hung the guy to a coat rack.
"Eddy?..." she said "...a question?"
"Were men better lovers than nowadays, miss?"
"Yes and No... Nobody really knows what were the expectations of women but they probably enjoyed it - even if sometimes they faked orgasms to preserve male ego or avoid beatings.By new standarts, males would be poor lovers, they had small penises, usually 5 inches long... GIGGLES... and they generally couldn't spurt more than 6 ml once or twice in an hour. Nowadays, an adult male who is correctly nourished and don't spew more than 20 ml at least three times is considered as deficient."
A little girl, around 6"5 tall and less than 200 lbs, lifted her hand at the first row. She visibly hadn't her growth completed yet.
"What do you want to know Fiona?" asked miss Paine with a big smile.
"Men could rape women in those days?"
"Yes. Some men could do it because they were stronger than average women, but men could be raped by women too... Some women, called 'bodybuilders' were strong enough to abuse, beat or rape men easily. Anyway, it was against law and they were severely punished as needed."
"And nowadays, miss?"
Miss Paine smiled.
"Don't fear anything, Fiona. No, that's physically, impossible. Firstly, the male sexes aren't hard enough to penetrate our vagina, even relaxed without consent. Secondly, if it was that hard, men aren't strong enough to force our vagina open. An experience was conducted a few years ago, it showed that the strength of five men was required to insert a steel rod in the pussy of an average teen. Conversely, the penis couldn't be removed without the girl acceptance without damages. See? You risk nothing."
The siren sounded. Miss Paine looked at the girl carefully then she permitted them to leave. All the girls shouted simultaneously 'Goodbye, miss Paine' and left the room. All except Betsy.
Miss Paine sat and motioned to Betsy to come at her desk.
"Listen, Betsy. You perfectly know what's going to happen if you act like this with your pet. I'm going to tell it to your mother and she will probably kill him. I hope you will behave."
"Yes, miss. I'm sorry."
"Now take him and go home. You have a lot of work to do."
"Thank you, miss."
Miss Paine stood up, waited for Betsy to leave and started to pack her bag.
"You guys can leave now, except Aaron."
The guys at the last rows stood up. "Thank you, mistress". Then, instead of leaving by the door, they left the classroom through a hatch in the far wall. Miss Paine took a chair and let it before her.
"Come here Aaron... climb on that chair" The young guy complied. She turned slowly around him, sizing him from head to toes. Even with him on the chair, she was taller than him by almost two feet -even if half foot was due to her hight heels.
He craned to look at her right in the eyes.
"Stop this immediately! Lower your gaze!" she spat. He did as it was told.
"Strip!" she commanded. He complied and she observed him carefully.
"So that is what a 21th century cock looks like? That's pityful." She added as she took it between her thumb and her forefinger.
"Masturbate!"
He looked at her quizically. She grabbed his throat and squeezed.
"Now!"
He started immediately to jerk his cock with his trembling hands and she released him. It didn't last a minute before that he spurted feverishly in her awaiting hand.
"Is that all you got? Men were really pathetic in those days" She tasted the cum with the tip of her tongue and winced. "Yuck! That's really disgusting. I can't decently to eat that. Lick it clean!"
He did as ordonned and she pushed him off the chair.
"Leave!"
"Thank you, mistress"
Aaron lunged to the door before she could change her mind, but he was stopped in his tracks.
"Where do you think you're going?" she said, motioning to the hatch in the opposite wall.
"I'm sorry, mistress. Mistress Jenny ordonned me to meet her in the hall and..."
"No way!"
He turned back and left by the hatch.
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Not sure where this is going, could be a long story though.
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this is sounding really interesting. cant wait to read more
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8) can't sait to read more :thanks: :rock:
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Sorry can't wait to read more! K+ anyways
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REBORN - part 2
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Betsy joined Jenny in the hall. She ordonned her pet to sit at her feet and she rearranged her make up.
"What are you waiting, Jenny? We are going to be late, and you know how is miss Rawness"
Jenny smiled. She was a bit embarrassed and reddened slightly.
"I know, i'm waiting for Aaron" she answered avoiding Betsy's gaze intentionally.
"Aaron?... You mean your mother's minion?"
"Yes" Jenny answered with a worried smile.
"I don't understand"
Betsy was sincere. Usually minions wait for their mistresses, not the opposite. She didn't understand her friend behaviour.
"Come on. He will join us later. I don't want to piss off miss Rawness" She said pulling on Jenny's arm with a hand and on the leash with the other. She leaned forward and took her pet in her arm.
The young guy let his head on her shoulder and put an arm on top of her breasts to keep his balance. Betsy checked his stability and lunged to the physics department, pulling Jenny with her.
"Are you attracted by him, Jenny?" Betsy asked with a mischievous smile. Jenny blushed.
"You're stupid", she answered, "He's my mother's minion"
"He'll be yours in a week. You told it to miss Paine in class. Remember?"
"Don't tell me that you got the hots for him?", she asked incredulous.
Jenny stopped and started to cry.
"Oh! Jenny!", Betsy said, throwing her pet on the floor then hugging her friend tenderly, "I didn't want to make you cry. Are you really in enamoured?"
"I don't know, Betsy, i don't know" she managed to say between two sobs.
Betsy rubbed her neck nervously. She would have liked to help her friend, for sure, but she had never met a girl in love. That was so rare. Usually men were used as slaves or minion, only a few women had husbands or 'favorites' as they were called.
"Follow me", she said, "Come on, Jen!". She put her hand on her friend's shoulder and pushed her gently to an isolated bench at the far end of the playground. She forced her friend to sit and looked around.
"There is nobody", she said as she sat on the bench too, "We can talk". Betsy brushed the wet hairs, glued on Jenny's cheeks and used her more reassuring voice. "Tell me, Jen, what's bothering you?"
Jenny sobbed and Betsy realised that her friend couldn't answer. That was too much for her to handle at that moment. She tried to ask her differently.
"Are you attracted sexually by Aaron?"
"Yes" she answered without hesitation. Betsy smiled.
"Well, he's a sexy guy. I have to admit it. He's so cute, so innocent", she giggled, "Somehow, i'm attracted too by Aaron. That doesn't mean i'm in love. Why the hell do you think you're in love?", she added, trying to reassure her friend.
Jenny glanced to Betsy then lowered her gaze shyly.
"When he's around me, i feel so good. That's like in a dream, i feel so... I can't explain that. That's like if he could make me stronger and healthier by his only presence. I feel so alive. I would like him to ask me a favor so i could show him how much i love him. I could do anything if he asked me.
When Jenny glanced to her friend, Betsy was mouth agape, fixing her, caressing her pet unknowingly, not even realising that she was almost killing him in her strong embrace.
"You're going to kill him, Betsy" she said, pointing to the poor pet.
"YOU're going to kill me" she answered, releasing the pet who started to pant loudly, "So you're really in love?"
Jenny smiled, cleaning her tears carefully, with the tip of her long fingers. She seemed a bit reassured but obviously not completely. The giant Amazon seemed as frail as a little boy. Betsy glanced to her pet and sighed, she so would like to be enamoured too. That seemed so wonderful. Well, maybe a bit stupid too.
"Why are you crying? I though that being enamoured was so good."
"I miss him", she answered, lifting her friend's pet and letting him on her lap, "I want so badly to hug him", she added, acting the same with the pet in the meanwhile,"...to nuzzle in his hair... to kiss him", she kissed the pet passionately to emphasize, hugging him with force, preventing him to breath dangerously. Betsy stopped her.
"Hey! You're hurting my pet!"
Jenny glanced to Betsy and held the guy at arm length, letting him to recover.
"I want Aaron to fuck me" she said
"You mean that YOU want to fuck HIM, don't you?" Betsy asked mockingly, taking her pet back in her muscular arms. Jenny didn't answer.
She gazed to the physics department, "We should go to class, Betsy, we are late", then she lunged to the building without adding a word.
"Hey! You didn't answer" yelled Betsy, following her friend with her pet nestled in her arm against her voluptuous bosom.
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REBORN - part 3
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Aaron quickly crossed the playground between the two buildings, avoiding contact with the students, and tried to find Jenny. She wasn't here anymore. She had probably joined the class of miss Rawness. He lunged to the elevators and entered one still open. The doors started to close and he felt relieved. Unfortunately...
Someone slipped a hand between the sliding doors and Aaron looked quickly through the aperture. He saw a pair of hight stilettos then what looked like to be a mini dress.
He couldn't see her very well, due to the little gap between the doors, but he noticed that she had long blond hair and that she was tall, very tall!... At least 7'6"!... she should be a professor.
The doors opened slowly and he discovered her body, little by little.
He remained there, motionless, scanning her as well as a medical device.
She was so huge!... And so broad!... The doors were almost open and yet he couldn't see her whole shoulders!
When the doors were fully open, finally he had a good view. She had two huge shoulders, like bowling balls, which held unbelievably massive arms covered with thick hard muscles.
She entered the lift and let the doors to close behind her.
"Hi !" She said.
Aaron tried to talk. He couldn't.
She approached him slowly, unbuttoning her silky dress, revealing her magnificent neckline. Thick slabs of muscles hoisted a huge pair of perfectly round boobs; He was mesmerised as well as scared. Now, he had to tilt his head to face her.
She was looking right at his eyes and showed off a mischievous smile. Her big juicy lips were slightly open so he could see her perfect white teeth, beautifully agenced on her strong jaws. He couldn't help but step back. He was scared by the power and the self confidence which emaned from her. Soon, he was cornered against the wall.
She grasped him by his shirt with both hands and stuck him against the cold steel of the lift wall. The tissu was so tight on his body than his ribs were clearly visible through it. His shoulders were like clamped by the sleeves so his arms were nailed to the wall. He tried to grasp her wrist but with no result. He assumed that the only way to make her to stop was to kick her with his legs.
Unfortunately she seemed to read his mind. She turned slightly her hips, in a surprisingly sexy move, and started to rub her huge thigh against him. The enormous mass of flesh covered easily both of his frail legs so he couldn't move anymore. He was totally trapped.
She leaned over him slowly.
"You're mine", she whispered.
He was too afraid to argue. He remained dumb waiting for his cruel beating.
"i'm going to beat you to a pulp then use you as a sex-toy, honey."
"What?!.."
She applied more pressure on him and he stopped on his tracks. His lungs had emptied instantly and he couldn't breath anymore, so even less to talk. She looked at him as he tried pathetically to breath and she seemed to enjoy that. When he was near to pass out, she ripped his shirt in half. Then, as the air entered his lungs, burning him like hell fire, she continued...
"Don't interrupt me again, lover... Don't make it worse."
With that, she lifted his arms above his head and pinned them on the wall with one of her huge hands. Now, he was barely touching the floor with his toes. She stepped back, still hoisting him in the air, and threw him against the right wall without any care. Before he could react, she drew a good punch on his gut.
He surely had collapsed if she hadn't hoisted him, instead his head rolled forward and he began dangling like a puppet. He was almost inconscious with a single punch.
Anyways, she punched him again. This time she hit highter, on his left side. Both could to hear the crackling sound of several ribs breaking. He didn't shout, he couldn't because the previous shot prevented him to breath. Instead, he started to cry, trembling like a leaf, opening desperately his mouth to inhale some air.
She leaned forward to whisper.
"That's my weak arm, honey. Plus, i wasn't even trying to hurt you", she said while she hoisted him with the other hand.
She flexed her right arm just above his eyes.
"See ? This one is bigger and stronger."
With that, she delivered another shot on his left side. CRAACCKKK!
He screamed with all his might as the pain was now unbearable. Almost his ribs were broken and he was still hanging, fully stretched, at her arm.
He began to convulse, unable to get free of her powerfull grip. He twisted like the worm he was compared to her. His eyes rolled everywhere. His mouth, fully agape, stretched awfully to reach some fresh air. His limbs shaked uncontrollably.
She pressed her breasts on his face then squated a bit to encircle his neck with her huge boobs. This way, his arms were still trapped against the wall, unmovable. He had just the top of his head visible and he had to lift it to breath.
She straigthened slowly and he went up inexorably, lifted by her only boobs, rubbing his back against the cold steel of the lift wall. Soon, he was dangling one foot off the floor, crying like a baby.
His eyes asked for mercy but, unfortunatly, she didn't show the slightest sign of mercy in her eyes. She was smiling mischievously, licking the blood which was running through her fingers, his blood.
She reached for his cock and grabbed it. It was harder than ever but the thing was small, obviously too small for her.
"What's this? Is it a joke?" She said. She let him to fall on the floor and reajusted her dress.
When the lift doors opened, she lunged to the long hall without a glance, letting him curled on the floor, agonizing.
Four students entered the lift and continued chatting, completely ignoring him. He would have asked for help, but he wasn't allowed to talk without invitation. He tried to catch a glance from them but without result. During all the trip, none looked down. They were too busy commenting the first night of one of them, who had almost killed her partner while lovemaking. When they reached the fifth floor, the students left the elevator and someone entered... Miss Paine.
She looked down and saw him curled in a corner.
"I know you, right?"
"Yes, mistress. I'm one of the auditors. The one from 21th century".
"Oh, i remember you now. You're 'Little Dick'", she giggled. "What do you want?"
"I need help, mistress. A student has beaten me and she has probably broken a couple of ribs"
Miss Paine considered the situation then she crouched and scanned Aaron's iris with her thumb. The number of his mistress was dialed automatically and a list of data was displayed on a hologram.
Subject: Aaron
Owner : Diana M. Carter
status : Minion
shields: facial and anal penetration.
Miss Paine smiled, looking at the virtual screen while she waited.
"You're lucky, little dick, you're protected against princkazons. Usually, only favorites are protected that well. Oh, that reminds me that you're a present for Jenny. Now, i understand".
"Hello, Diana Carter speaking", a voice said.
A hologram of miss Carter appeared in the lift just before miss Paine.
As soon as he saw his mistress hologram, Aaron felt relieved and he fainted.
Miss Paine craned to see the face of the giant hologram before her and gulped. Miss Carter should be at least a foot taller than her.
"Hello, miss Diana", she said.
"Who's speaking?"
"Eleanor Paine, miss"
"It's great to talk to you, Eleanor. How are you?" said Diana, reminding Jenny's professor.
"I'm fine. Thank you, miss"
"May i help you?"
"Yes, miss. I just found a minion of yours. He has been beaten by a student and i wanted you to be informed that he has a couple of ribs broken"
"If he's useless then kill him. He's only a minion"
"His name is Aaron, miss"
There was a long silence. Then miss Carter spoke again.
"Sexually abused?"
"I don't think so"
"Listen to me Eleanor. Aaron is destined to my daughter Jenny. I want you to lead him to the hospital so they can give him the appropriate care. For now on, you're responsible of him. Is that clear?"
"Yes, miss... Miss?... Miss?". The hologram disappeared.
Eleanor crouched and took Aaron in her free arm while she dialed another number.
"Good evening! Miss Eleanor Paine's mansion. May i help you?"
"Hello darling. I'm going to be late, tonight"
"Miss Eleanor?"
"Yes, hun. Send a slave to the pet hospital, i need a good fuck to relax me"
"But, miss, i'm your favorite. I can do that, myself"
Eleanor hung up by rubbing her thumb on her tit. "don't worry about that" she thought.
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REBORN - ch 4
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Moments later at the pet hospital.
Eleanor entered in the emergency hall and two nurses lunged to her immediately. She entrusted Aaron to the older one and glanced to the other.
"I'm going to wait in a private room" she said.
"Sure, miss Paine. Wait a moment, i check for vacancies"
Eleanor looked around, she had never been to the pet hospital before. Not that she hadn't hurt a pet but usually they don't survive to her beatings.
The place seemed to be a smaller copy of the City Hospital. That was easy to guess why.
"Room 3 is available, miss Paine" said the nurse.
"Thank you... May you call my slave? He's waiting in the slave park"
"Sure, miss"
A moment later, the slave arrived and kneeled before her.
"Greetings, mistress. Please, i'm..."
Eleanor grabbed him by the loop on his collar and dragged him to the room. He tried to stand but his frail legs couldn't move as fast as the huge muscular limbs of his mistress. He was dragged on the floor all the way long, without any care. She entered the room, threw the slave on the floor and closed the door behind her.
The poor guy wasn't standing yet, she had already removed her jacket and her shirt, revealing her massive muscles. She pushed down her tight skirt, forcing the stretchy tissu to expand around her meaty thighs, she threw it aside, and she stepped forward.
When she reached the poor guy, she grabbed his hair and smashed his face against her crotch. She rubbed it on her pussy forcefully, without any care, enjoying the moment in silence, listening with care the sounds of the broken bones and the muffled cries of the poor guy. Then she pushed him appart. Her juicy clit was clearly apparent through the tissu. It had incredibly swollen due to the excitation. She ripped her soaking wet panties and forced them into his mouth. She pushed him on his back and straddled him brutally.
She was unstoppable now. She grabbed his meaty cock and jerked it with a good pace. In no time the little twig reached 10". Eleanor frowned.
"The more you take time to be hard, the more you suffer. And believe me, you don't want to suffer"
She accelerated her pace and before she could realise it, his cock was 13". She pulled it into her pussy and took in the whole length with a single contraction of her vaginal muscles. She grabbed the base of the cock under his balls and squeezed hard, forcing the blood into the shaft in purpose to inflate it a bit more. The guy screamed in agony, trying to stop her with his frail bony arms. She squeezed harder. A crushing sound echoed in the room, followed by scary howls of agony and a cruel laugh mixed with loud moans of pleasure.
She rocked her hips back and forth savagely, thrusting with rage against the pelvis of her victim, dismantling his skeleton, shattering the bones without even noticing. She rolled on her back, still squeezing the base of the huge cock, and used it as a meaty dildo, dragging the ruined body in the motion.
When she felt close to the orgasm, she released his shaft, squashed it in her vagina, locked her humongous thighs around his hips and took him in a lethal bearhug. On the first spasm, she tensed her awaiting muscles, and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she convulsed violently, rolling on the floor, moaning loudly, tightening her hard muscles, rubbing them forcefully, ignoring completely the anihiled being who was there, roaring, screaming in ecstasy, and finally, relaxing slowly on her back with a wide smile on her beautiful face. She let escape a last moan of pleasure as she pulled the hard cock off her vagina. Then, holding it above her mouth ajar, she squeezed his balls and swallowed the still hot cum, completely relaxed and with a great satisfaction.
"That's a tasty cum" she thought, tearing off the cock of the bloody remains and licking its tip peacefully. Oddly, that reminded her about Aaron. She stood up quickly and lunged to the shower.
In no time, she was showered, dressed and made up. She closed the door behind her and lunged to the reception desk.
When she noticed that the slave didn't come back, the receptionist smiled knowingly.
"Should i send a cleaning squad, miss?"
"Yes. Thank you. But don't send newbies, it's quite gory" she smiled.
"Don't worry about that, miss", she said, "May i remind you to regularize you slave account, miss? It's necessary"
Eleanor giggled. she rubbed her thumb on her thigh and the virtual screen appeared. She opened the 'harem' folder, then the desired file.
Subject: slave
Owner : Eleanor A. Paine
status : slave
shields: none
Eleanor smiled naughtily and edited the proper field.
Subject: deleted.
She received a message almost instantly.
new harem account:
slaves : 5
minions : 0
favorites: 1
"Miss Paine?"
"Yes?"
"An ambulancy is going to carry Aaron Carter to home,miss" said the nurse, "Miss Carter thanks you and wish to see you tomorrow at 5pm. Jenny will lead you to her mansion"
"Thank you" she said, rubbing her thumb on her tit. "Good evening"
"Good evening, miss"
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The next day at Carter's mansion.
Eleanor knocked at the door. She heard a timid voice behind it.
"Come in, miss Paine"
She opened the heavy door and entered in the house, discovering a large hall. A small guy was standing in front of her, with his hands behind his back and his gaze lowered to the floor. The room was tiled with white marble and the guy, in a black tailored suit, reminded her a bug on a kitchen board. She smiled and approached him.
"where is miss Carter?"
"Follow me, miss" he said, lunging to an open door behind him.
Eleanor grabbed him by his collar and lifted him of the floor.
"Are you giving me orders, miserable insect?" she asked, turning him to face her. The guy started to tremble instantly.
"No, miss, no!" he said "I'm sorry, i mean 'would you like to follow me, miss Paine?'" he added.
"Sure! Show me the path." she answered letting him to fall on all fours.
"Yes, miss"
the guy ran to the door and pointed to a chair in the garden. She passed next to him without a glance but clearly motionning him to follow her. He went after her, trying to keep a good pace with his smaller legs to stay close to the huge amazon.
Diana Carter was lying on a long chair. She was wearing a skimpy bikini showing off her big muscles and a large hat which protected her beautiful face from the sun. When she noticed Eleanor, she took off her big sunglasses and gazed to the guy.
"Bring a bikini to miss Paine"
"Yes, mistress"
Diana glanced to Eleanor and smiled.
"Take a seat Eleanor"
"Thank you, miss Carter"
"I guess you know why you are here?" Diana said, toying with her sunglasses and biting them with her perfect teeth, which made her huge biceps to bounce and relax alternatively on her massive arm.
"Yes, miss" Eleanor answered timidely, not daring to look at her."I suppose you want to talk about the agression". She gulped. "It was an accident."
Diana nodded. "I know you're not responsible, Eleanor". She put her glasses on her perky nose and leaned back on the chair."But i want you to check out who did it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, miss" Eleanor answered nervously.
Diana smiled. "Why are you nervous, Eleanor?" she asked.
"Nothing, miss"
"Take off your clothes, Slave is bringing you a bikini" she said. She sat on the edge of the chair and rubbed her massive quads. Eleanor looked at them carefully. They were bigger than hers. It was unbelievable.
"I asked you to come here because my daughter, Jenny, talked me about 20th century. She said you explained how guys were the stronger sex. I'm a bit curious about that" Diana said "Plus, i noticed her bad results in maths" she added.
Diana didn't wait for Eleanor's response, she stood up as the slave came back with a tiny bikini. She approached him and took the small cloth of his hands. Standing in her heels, she dwarfed the poor guy who barely reached her belly button. Eleanor gulped, realising how big she was. She remembered how she had pulled the same guy against her, a moment ago. She had pulled him close, his hair had brushed against her tits, now it could be brushing Diana's abs if he were close enough. She tried to figure how tall Diana was. She looked really more impressive than through the hologram.
Eleanor quickly took off her clothes and put on the bikini. The stretchy fabric was stuck on her big muscles. Diana smiled "You can keep it, if you want. It's very nice on you" she said "I can't wear it anymore. It's way too small, specially the top".
With that, Diana expanded her lats and inflated her lungs to emphasize. Eleanor reddened at the sight of the huge goddess who was smiling to her.
"Never seen a Maxima?" she asked, relaxing her big muscles and motioning to the slave to come. Eleanor reddened a bit more.
"Never in a tiny bikini" she answered.
Diana laughed.
"Yes, Mistress?" the slave asked timidely.
"Bring me a slave for my bath and another one for Miss Paine" she commanded.
"Yes, mistress"
The guy lunged to the house running and disappeared of Eleanor's sight. Seconds later, two guys came, running as well, and kneeled before Diana without a word.
"Chose one, Eleanor". Eleanor smiled and pointed to the smaller one. "The blond one, if you don't mind"
Diana didn't answer. She went to the pool and jumped in the water, keeping her long hair in a bun with her hand to prevent it to be watered. The water reached her nipples and, when she released her hair, it sprawled nicely on her large shouders. Eleanor did the same, except that, when she released the hair, it floated on the water around her, then it sunk slowly. The water almost reached her chin and Eleanor giggled.
"Woah! I didn't though you were that tall, miss" she said.
"Stop calling me 'miss', my name is Diana"
"oh, thank you, mi..." Eleanor stopped in her tracks and reddened a bit more. "I mean 'Diana'" she added, trying to show off a timide smile.
Diana stepped toward her, reducing the gap between them to nothing. Small waves of hot water hit Eleanor's face and she closed her mouth wincing. Diana stood proudly before her. Her nipples were above the water, at Eleanor's lips level. They had hardened a bit and were poking through the wet fabric teasingly. Diana didn't stop, she continued walking, encircling Eleanor's pretty face with her heavy tits, pushing her backward until she hit the edge of the pool. Then, she stepped back and pushed her top, letting one nipple to show off. It was now really hard, big and provocative. Eleanor didn't know how to react. Was that an invitation to suck the lovely appendage? She felt her limbs to go weak. Her muscular body was trembling now. She was certainly too aroused to think properly but she was almost sure. The bigger amazon was inviting her to a sensual worship. She approached slowly, allowing Diana to stop her in the case she were wrong. But Diana didn't. On the contrary, she took her nipple between her long fingers and pulled on it to lead it against Eleanor's juicy lips.
Eleanor took the nipple in her mouth and sucked on it gently. She closed her eyes and grabbed Diana's shoulders. They were rock hard. Harder than her own. She felt a tingle between her legs and moaned. Diana took her in a bearhug and squeezed slightly. With a quick movement of her head, she motionned to the guys to come. They entered in the water silently, taking a long breathe before going underwater. They hooked their tiny arms around the huge amazons thighs and started to nuzzle in their crotch. Diana slightly spreaded her legs, allowing the slave to lick her already throbbing clit. Eleanor, surprised, jumped instantly. She released the now fully hard nipple and opened her eyes. Diana smiled reassuringly and closed Eleanor's mouth gently with her forefinger.
"Tell me, honey..." she said, pulling the hair off Eleanor's face gently, "... how could men to be the stronger sex in 20th century ?". Eleanor looked a her quizzically, wondering if she was serious.
"They were bigger than women"
"Bigger?... How big?" she interrupted smiling.
The smaller amazon didn't answer, she was mesmerized. She smiled back unknowingly and relaxed her muscles. Time seemed to have slowed down, the slightiest movements looked so sensual, so oddly arousing. The droplets of water running down their muscles were like diamonds rolling on their perfect skins. They followed the ridges of the muscles teasingly, bumping here and there on the meaty masses, with one only purpose, to reveal the unreal beauty of their amazonian bodies. Suddenly, eleanor jumped again. The slave who was licking Diana's clit, had just jumped off the water. He tried to breath, his mouth fully open. He made small circles with his puny arms to remain off the water. Concealed between the two amazons, he couldn't swim properly. Almost instantly, he was sunking again before he had an effective breath. He grabbed Diana's erected nipple and pulled himself off the water to survive.
Diana smiled and pointed to the guy between Eleanor's meaty thighs.
"You should release him" she said.
Eleanor looked down, spreaded her legs and grabbed the guy by the hair, then with a smooth motion, she effortessly lifted him off the water. The guy was purple red. He didn't breath anymore.
Diana grabbed him by his torso and squeezed. A gallon of water spilled off his mouth. She pinched his nose and blew fresh air in his lungs. The guy torso expanded instantly. She squeezed him flat again and repeated the operation. Each time, his torso seemed to inflate a bit more. Eleanor couldn't help but notice the creakling sound that the poor guy emitted on each blow, as if his ribs couldn't take the pressure inflicted by his lungs. If he didn't wake up right now, the poor guy was going to die from internal damages. Hopefully, he soon started jerking and gasping for air. Diana lifted him overhead and threw him off the pool. Then, she grabbed the second guy, who had returned between her legs, and pulled him off the water.
"Take care of your friend" she said. Then, she threw him off the pool as well.
Eleanor looked at Diana quizzically. He was only a slave. Was that possible she cared about his life? She knew very well that she had killed him instantly in such a situation. Diana was more gentle than her, and more gentle than she looked.
Diana noticed Eleanor's surprise but she didn't care at that very moment. She grabbed her by the armpits and lifted her at eye level. She pushed her against the pool wall and kissed her passionately. Eleanor didn't offer any resistance, she threw her arms on Diana's shoulders and returned the kiss with the same passion. Diana moaned. She plunged a hand in the hot water and ripped off Eleanor's bottom. Then she grabbed Eleanor's hand and led it to her crotch. Eleanor's eyes opened instantly. She couldn't see it, but she could feel the big appendage. Diana's clit had grown to unbelievable proportions. Now, it could easily fill her hand. Eleanor runned her long fingers feverishly along the meaty rod. She could feel the blood pulsating in the big veins which covered it. With each pulse, she could even feel the growing effect on it. The shape of its tip was morphing progressively in her hand, letting no doubt about the final shape. A female cock! A huge female cock!
Eleanor's mouth was now fully open. She was sizing the shaft with her fingers, realizing its size with a mix of horror and envy. Then, without warning, the snaking rod slided in her hand and hit her watered pussy. There was no resistance, the hard cock entered in her vagina smoothly, pushing apart gently her lubricated inner walls.
Eleanor nuzzled in Diana's cleavage and rocked her hips back and forth, savouring the sensations that the huge shaft was giving her.
"Where were we?" Diana asked, kissing her lover's head.
"How... big ?"
"Yes" Diana smiled, "How big?"
"Aaron is a grown man... I assume that... he was an... average... guy... in those... days" Eleanor managed to say between soft but long moans.
"You mean he won't grow anymore?"
"No...he's... an adult"
"Do you think he could be a danger to Jenny?"
Eleanor emitted a long moan as an answer, kissing Diana's beautiful cleavage, "Nooooo...mmmmmm".
Her mind, as well as her pretty face, was obviously lost between the big tits of her giant lover. "Your daughter is way too strong compared to him" she added, as she stopped her kisses to take a good breath. Diana closed her eyes and moaned as well. She flexed her meaty pecs gently, crushing them on Eleanor's warm cheeks who blew a long hot stream of air between her tits. Diana hugged her and moaned louder.
Eleanor reacted instantly, when she felt the huge muscles of Diana squeezing her, she flexed her bulging biceps in response. She increased the pace of her curvy hips, and moaned louder and louder. Slowly and carefully, she flexed her inner muscles, in pace with her sensual rocking, to increase their mutual pleasure. Both amazons moaned in delight.
After what seemed hours to Eleanor, Diana leaned forward and whispered in her ear "Are you ready, my love?". Eleanor looked at her quizzically "Please, i don't want this to finish" she said, stopping her rocking motion. Diana answered with a smile "Finish? But we haven't started yet!". With that, in a long slow motion, she pushed her shaft deeper and deeper moaning loudly. The huge throbbing cock entered slowly, until its base hit Eleanor's vaginal lips. Eleanor hands were clamped on Diana's shoulders, squeezing them hard to relieve the tension. Her mouth was wandering wildly on her torso, trying to catch a smooth place to bite, with no result. The tension was unbearable.
She though she couldn't take anymore, it was worse when she felt the throbbing to stop and the shaft to grow longer and wider. Diana's muscles hardened, she cupped Eleanor's ass in her hands and pulled her in and out with an increasing speed. The giant cock pushed against the inner walls without care, the huge veins massaging the stretched muscles, barely relieving the pain but, however, sending uncredible waves of pleasure through her whole body. Eleanor tightened her vagina, unconsciously trying to stop the meaty rod, but knowing very well she had reached her highter level of bearable pleasure. She tried to prevent her muscles to tremble, but it was too late, violent spasms jerked her body. Diana released her, and she fell to her knees, realising just now that Diana had left the pool and carried her on the tiled floor of the garden. Eleanor was unable to stand by herself, she held Diana's thighs to keep her balance and avoid to fall forward. She looked up to meet Diana's glance, then she saw it. The female cock!
The thing was humongous, the biggest cock she had ever seen. Diana was rubbing it with both hands, unable to encircle it with one, working hard on it, carefully avoiding the tip which was too sensitive. Eleanor grabbed Diana's hands and pulled them appart. She took the shaft delicately in her hands and massaged it gently, enjoying the feeling as much as her love partner. She stuck her lips on the tip, sucked hard, then, opening her mouth wide, she took it in her mouth. She felt a tremor instantly, a violent throbbing then a huge load of hot cum which pushed her backward. She pulled on the cock and took it again in her mouth, securing the hold. It was useless, there was too much cum to swallow. The hot, thick, liquid spilled off her mouth, running down her cheeks and her strong neck. She gagged loudly, then, finally, she pushed the huge cock off her mouth and had to take the remaining loads of cum all over her face.
Diana who had moaned loudly at first, was now accompagning each spurt of cum with a small cry testimoning of her great pleasure. When she finally stopped, Eleanor opened her eyes, just in time to see Diana's big cock and balls to shrink and be swallowed by a dripping wet vagina. In no time, Diana showed off a perfect female sex between her legs, where only small droplets of cum could remind the just finished scene. She lunged to one of the showers which were at the end of the pool and started to rub her glistening muscles. Eleanor watched her a moment, recovering slowly, then she stood up and did the same.
As soon as she reached the showers, she heard the guys behind her, and she looked at them. They were on all fours, licking the remains of cum off the tiles with care.
Diana stepped out of the shower, she cleaned herself with a big towel the guys had prepared for her, then she started to oil her hot body carefully, watching the guys to do their job. Eleanor felt her nipples to stiffen and turned her gaze. She stepped under the warm water and cleaned her face, then her massive torso. She faced the guys, rubbing her huge muscles with care, and watched them while she continued to wash her. Now, they were checking the tiles, one after the other. Suddenly, the blond one stood up, went to Diana's chair and took a towel before he lunged to Eleanor, silently. Eleanor stepped out of the shower too and grabbed the towel. She knotted it around her torso smiling, realising the guy had given her the towel just in time, then, she joined Diana who was already dressed and sat on the chair. She looked away as she started to button her shirt.
"How did you know i was..."
"Bi ?" Diana interrupted. She smiled, lifting her huge arms to tie her blond hair, "Jenny told me"
"Jenny? how does she know that i'm..."
"She's a Maxima too, hun. We can feel this kind of things" she said, lowering her arms and readjusting her shirt on her tits. "She knows you got the hots for her too" she added smiling.
Eleanor blushed.
"Don't worry, i don't mind. Everybody got the hots for her, she's really hot" Diana added. She approached to Eleanor and kissed her. "Take care, hun, and don't forget to investigate"
Diana lunged to the house then stopped half way. She glanced to Eleanor. "I want the culprit" she said.
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Good chapter, is Diana going to use that tool of hers on a slave?
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Overall, quite good! :bravo:
I see some spelling and grammar issues. Translating idioms is tricky. English is my second language also, but I came to the US quite young.
I can't message you. May I make some suggestions here in the thread? Let me know. :thanks:
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I can't message you. May I make some suggestions here in the thread? Let me know.
Of course, you can. It's always a pleasure to read a feedback or have suggestions.
thank you for your comment.
PS: if you don't mind, may you point one or two grammar issues?
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:rock: :bravo: :bravo: :bravo:
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PS: if you don't mind, may you point one or two grammar issues?
Sure, let's start with those then:
x...more and more healthier... + 'more and more healthy' or 'healthier and healthier'
x...smiled to the students. + smiled at the students.
Not exactly grammar, but please consider: 'i' should be 'I' 'miss' should be 'Miss', or maybe 'Ms'
Is this of any help?
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Sure!
thank you very much
i'll try to avoid these.
:thanks:
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Really great story. Looking forward to more!
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reborn ch. 6
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Miss Rawness snapped her fingers and a slave went to her, as usual. She grabbed him by his collar, lifted him, and proceeded to erase the blackboard with his back, as easily as if the cloth were empty. Aaron, who was late, joined his seat in the back of the classroom and sat silently, checking that the professor didn't notice him. He froze instantly, when he saw her, and looked at the thick muscles of her arm to flex and relax, depending on the spot she was cleaning. Then his gaze went to the slave. Oddly, the guy wasn't afraid, at least he didn't seem to be. He was smiling timidly, his hands on his crotch, trying to hide a small erection, while the huge woman was using him as a handkerchief. The teacher finished the job and released the guy who returned to his place, under the desk.
Aaron glanced to the guy next to him quizzically. The guy didn't budge, he knew too well what was the punishment to noisy auditors. But Aaron was dumbfounded, he wanted to know why a slave was under the professor's desk. He pulled on the guy's sleeve. The guy still didn't budge and Aaron remembered that they weren't authorized to talk in Miss Rawness class. He decided to wait.
He looked around. Once again, he couldn't help but to marvel before such beautiful bodies. All the girls were tall, tanned, and were more built than huge male bodybuilders, at least the ones he remembered, because he hadn't seen a guy beyond 5'5" during the two last weeks. He never had realized he could be attracted by this type of girls. Now, he was wondering what was wrong with him. Was he really attracted by them? Maybe he had slept too much during the time travel he had just finished. Maybe he couldn't correctly remember how girls looked like in 21th century. He closed his eyes to mentally picture these girls, but he couldn't. All he could see was those very well built girls. He was really confused. He was lost in this place, in this time, in his mind. He tried to think about something he liked to comfort him. Oddly, he found himself thinking about Jenny. He opened his eyes and scanned the classroom to find his owner. A tear appeared in the corner of his eyes, as soon as he realised how he was referring to Jenny. Because if he called her 'his owner', how should he call himself ?
All the girls were attentive to the professor speaking, they had their notebooks open and were ready to do the exercises. Jenny wasn't. She was writing something on the screen of her notebook. He couldn't tell what, but he recognized a pink heart in which she was writing something. He smiled realizing that the huge 18 years old Amazon was still an adorable teen which was able to have hopes and feelings.
As soon as Miss Rawness finished her explanations, Jenny erased her screen and glanced to the girl close to her, Betsy. Aaron knew her. He had chatted with her pet, a couple of times, in the men's park. She seemed to be a nice girl and, somehow, Aaron felt relieved to see that she was a friend of Jenny. Generally friends share the same convictions which means Jenny should be a nice girl too.
Miss Rawness interrupted the silence.
"Jenny, may you tell to the class the area of a circle?" she asked.
Jenny looked at her timidly, without a word. Obviously she didn't know, because her smile disappeared instantly of her lovely face. Aaron felt his heart to stop. He hadn't realized yet but he got some feelings to his mistress. He wanted badly to help her at this moment but there was nothing to do. He just repeated the answer in his head, again and again, as if he could help her using some kind of telepathy. Of course, he couldn't.
Miss Rawness smiled mischievously and addressed to the class "This is what happens when you don't study. You look like stupid... Anybody can help her?". Oddly, nobody answered. This time, Miss Rawness seemed worried. "I can't admit it, young ladies. Studying is not an option! I will punish you severely if nobody answers"
Aaron stood up instantly, realising it was the unique opportunity he had to help Jenny. He put his hand up and waited silently as expected. Miss Rawness was silent in the middle of the class, she had crossed her huge arms, making her thick muscles to stretch her white shirt to its very limit. She waited for an answer, a long moment, but it never came. Finally, she pointed her forefinger to Aaron. Her thick triceps expanded in such a way that the already stretched tissue gave way and a loud ripping sound echoed in the room.
"You! If you can answer, I grant you a reward. What is the area of a circle?" she said.
Aaron, lowered his arm. He was petrified by the angry gaze of the giant woman before him. Miss Rawness smiled, assuming that he couldn't answer. Then he get the hardiness to speak.
"Pi times radius to the square, mistress" he said loudly. Miss Rawness glanced to the girls, then back to Aaron. "Good answer, slave. What's your name?... If you have one"
"I'm not a slave, Miss. I'm a favourite. And my name is Aaron M. Carter, even if I don't know what the 'M' means." he said, trembling like a leaf, unaware of the giantess reaction, and glancing to Jenny who was mouth agape.
Miss Rawness glanced to Jenny quizzically, and Jenny nodded.
"Glad to meet you, Aaron" she said with a beautiful smile "what do you want as a reward?" she added.
"No punishment for the class, Miss"
All the girls stopped whatever they were doing and looked at the small guy standing in front of the professor. They couldn't believe their ears, he had a chance to have a reward for himself and he just wasted it. Obviously, Miss Rawness didn't expect such an answer. She was so surprised that she didn't know what to answer. She remained there for a moment, thinking about it, clenching her fists menacingly, clearly wondering what to do. She looked at the girls closely. Nobody dared to move. Everybody seemed to hold his breath. That lasted only a few seconds but the silence was truly frightening. Finally, the towering Amazon nodded and motioned him to sit down.
There was a long murmur through the room while the professor joined her desk, then it stopped as soon as she sat. The silence came back and the students started to do their maths. To Aaron, the class seemed to never end, nobody added a single word until the ring announced the end of the class. Then, Miss Rawness stood up and told to the girls that they could leave. They all packed their affairs quickly, then lunged to the door.
"Jenny!" Miss Rawness said in a firm tone "Wait a minute". Jenny stopped at the door frame and waited patiently that her classmates leave the class, then she went to her professor. Miss Rawness gave her a sheet of paper.
"I want these exercises done tomorrow"
"But..."
Miss Rawness put her hands on her hips, arching an eyebrow and Jenny knew it was better to not argue.
"Yes, Miss" she said with a forced smile, then she left the room.
Miss Rawness closed the door and motioned the guys to leave through the hatch.
When the last one had left the room, she snapped her fingers. She needed to relieve the tension. Once again, the slave came from under the desk and stood before her, except this time he was naked and had a huge hard-on, as she had commanded him discreetly during the class. She pushed him against the nearest wall without any care. She grabbed his ass firmly with one hand, lifted her skirt with the other, and pulled him into her. The guy moaned loudly as he felt her wet inner walls to brush against his erected cock. He leaned forward to keep his balance and nuzzled in her cleavage while his hands explored her muscular chest. She clenched her vaginal muscles and pushed the guy's face between her big tits, muffling the screams to come -They all scream.
Soon, the pressure was unbearable to the poor guy. He though she was going to reduce his cock to pulp and tried to get free, of course with no avail. His pitiful attempts weren't even noticed by the huge Amazon who was toying with his cock, milking it slowly, keeping it easily under control with her inner muscles. The muffled screams sounded like music to her, she moaned and continued her slow and delicate movements with her pelvis. The guy didn't move anymore -certainly out of air- except the rocking motion she was applying to him. She didn't care, she was going to orgasm soon. She felt her legs to tremble, a thrill along her spine. She felt spasms, which prevented her to control her Amazonian body. In a quick motion she tried to cover her mouth ajar. Too late! A wild roar echoed through the room making to tremble the large windows. Then, a long silence followed.
She relaxed her muscles progressively, panting heavily with her hands on the wall, and remained there to catch her breath. Her boobs were crushed between her thick arms, going up and down peacefully on each breath, and she marvelled at how big they were.
Meanwhile, the guy slipped out of her relaxed pussy in a slow motion, and hung to her tits for a moment. As his head was still held between her boobs, she couldn't see him. His head was totally coated by the copious flesh of her tits. So he remained balancing in pace with her strong breathes.
When she finally decided to stretch, he fell on the floor heavily. His face was blue and distorted, as well as his bruised cock, but he was gasping for air. He was alive. Lucky guy.
Miss Rawness readjusted her clothes, took her purse on her desk, and lunged to the door.
"Don't forget to lick your mess before leaving, Ron. I hate when my class is dirty"
"Yes, honey" he managed to reply between two breathes which almost burnt his lungs.
"I'm going to the gym now. I'll be home at eight. I want the diner ready"
"Yes, hon"
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I just love especially muscle futa on female, but let's be honest, I - more or less - love everything that involves female muscle :D
I hope you continue, I really like it!
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chapter 7
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Miss Paine held the flex on her last rep -she liked to feel the muscle strain- then she released the heavy dumbbells which fell on the floor with a loud clang. Two stooges rushed from nowhere and prevented them to roll away. They made them roll to a spot, which was marked on the floor, then they hid again.
"Hi, Mila" she said, waving to her friend.
"Hi, Eleanor" Miss Rawness answered, "Woah! You're really pumped, have you finished yet?" she added.
"No, silly. I'm just warming-up" Eleanor replied, then she pointed to the dumbbells she had just used "Those are only the eighty ones"
"Nice, I join you", she said smiling, "I need to chat, today". She looked at the dumbbells on the floor, forming a queue close to the rack. They went from eighty to hundred and fifty pounds. "That's ok with me" she said. She grabbed the eighty ones and performed a quick set of alternate curls before letting them to fall on the floor. Once again, the stooges pushed the dumbbells, instead this time, they pushed them away and replaced them by hundred pounds ones, which were a bit harder to manoeuvre. Considering that they weighted themselves less than 90lbs, it was a really hard work.
Eleanor picked up the weights and started her set.
"How are you going, Mila? you seem a bit worried"
"Yes. That's a stupid slave. He dared to ask me to not punish the girls. Can you believe it?"
"Really?... I assume you killed him"
"No, he's a favourite... Aaron..."
"What?" Eleanor interrupted, dropping the dumbbells.
The slaves came to push the weights but Eleanor intercepted them. She grabbed them by their shirts and lifted them at eye level "I have not finished yet!" she spatted.
She put her hands on her hips, still holding them, then glanced to Mila, letting the guys hung like towels.
"Aaron is under my protection, Mila" she said in a grave tone "Diana... I mean 'Miss Carter' assigned me that mission. I hope you didn't hurt him"
"No! Of course, not! He's a favourite" Mila answered reassuringly, "Don't worry"
Eleanor felt relieved. She looked down at the two guys and threw them away. They disappeared as soon as they hit the floor, completely terrorized. Eleanor picked the dumbbells and finished her set without a word. Then Mila took the weights, with an understanding smile, and started to curl them giggling.
"What's wrong?" Eleanor asked, noticing Mila's smile.
"So you call her 'Diana'?..." she answered teasingly.
Eleanor blushed a bit .
"That's not what you think!"
Mila continued pumping the weights.
"Really? Are you telling me that you and her hadn't..."
"NO"
"Oh! Come on, Eleanor! I know you perfectly"
"OK, ok! We did it... in the pool"
Mila let the dumbbells to fall. Despite the wooden floor, they did a loud noise, and that was the point, instantly the stooges came out of their hideout and made them roll to the rack. Then, they replaced them by the 120 lbs ones. This time, they struggled to lead them to the spot, but they managed to do the work without the girls realising it.
"She's a Maxima, right?" Mila asked.
"Yes"
"Does she..."
"Yes... the bigger I had ever seen" Eleanor replied, knowing perfectly what was the upcoming question. She took the dumbbells and performed her reps silently. Mila continued.
"Did she... fuck you, Eleanor?"
Eleanor reddened a bit more, and it wasn't the effort she was doing with the dumbbells. She gave them to Mila and wiped her meaty arms.
"Yes, she did... and I loved it... The best sex I ever had"
"I've never been with a Maxima" Mila said, lifting her dumbbells in pace, and checking her pumped biceps on each repetition, as if they could grow with a single curl, "You're lucky"
Eleanor smiled.
Mila finished her set and let the dumbbells to fall again. The loud metallic noise echoed again through the gym, this time, it was accompanied by many splitting sounds emanating from the wooden floor. The guys arrived on all fours and pushed the dumbbells as usual, except this time they pushed on the same dumbbell, then they came back to catch the second one. They replaced them as soon as possible and hid again.
"These guys are really useless" Eleanor said as she grabbed the dumbbells and started to curl them.
"Yes" Mila replied "specially when you have a Maxima to replace them..."
"Pfff..."
Eleanor shrugged and continued pumping her huge muscles.
"Diana told me to find someone who could help Jenny with her maths. Do you know someone?"
"Lol, are you serious?... Aaron is very good in maths..."
"Aaron?"
"Yes, the favorite" she said, taking the dumbbells that Eleanor was offering her.
"Trust me" she continued "he will be perfect. Didn't you notice how she glances to him?" she added, performing her last reps.
Eleanor smiled.
"Yes, I did"
Mila threw the dumbbells to the floor with such a force that the crackling sound of the wood covered the metallic one easily. She didn't care, repairing the floor was a stooge's work. The poor guys came as soon as they heard the dumbbells, crawling as usual, and they pushed on the first dumbbell, making it roll to the rack. When they came back to push the second one, they gulped loudly, Eleanor was standing between the huge dumbbell and the rack. They had to get around her, and, with such a weight, that was a hard task to do. Ask her to move wasn't a possible option, that was most like suicide. So they started to push and pull on the dumbbell to roll it around her, being very careful to not touch her. Meanwhile, the girls wiped their big veiny arms and their huge torso with their long towels, smiling at the pathetic moves of the guys. Eleanor put a foot on the dumbbell and it stopped immediately. The guys looked up at her cowardly. The fear was clearly readable in their eyes.
"How much do you weight, worms?" she asked
"90 lbs, Mistress" the first one said with a trembling voice.
"92 lbs, Mistress" the second said, shaking like a leaf, wiping his watering eyes with his sleeve.
"Good" she she said, glancing to Mila "We are going to add some fun to our workout", then she spatted "Give me two 60's instead of the 150 ones"
The guys left with their dumbbell, then, after they had managed to unrack the 60 lbs ones, they made them roll to Eleanor's feet.
Eleanor grabbed the weights and stood up in a starting position to her curls.
"Now, listen, you two. You are going to hold both side of the dumbbells... Come on!"
The guys did as instructed.
"Kneel! I want you to hang on the dumbbells... Good... Now, listen, you worms! If you let go before i finish my set, I will punish you severely. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress" they both responded.
Eleanor glanced to Mila and started to curl, the poor guys hanging on the dumbbells like cold meat. Both girls giggled, realising how hard it was to the guys to hang on the dumbbell.
When she finished her set, Eleanor let the dumbbells fall on the floor, as usual, with no care about the hanging guys who went to the floor with the dumbbells.
"This one was about to let go. I should prevent that" Mila said, crouching next to him. She ripped off his sleeves and used them to attach the poor guy's hands on the dumbbell. Then, with a big smile, she performed her set, and finally, she let the weights to fall at her feet.
"Eleanor?"
"Yes?"
"Did you know that Jenny was a Maxima too?"
"Yes, of course... Jenny Maxima Carter..."
"Yeah, I realised that when Aaron told me his name" she said "I wonder if he knows what is a Maxima"
"I don't know. That's not my business... And that isn't yours neither, Mila"
"Ok, ok. Let's workout"
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chapter 8
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After the scene in the class, Aaron had been congratulated by almost the classmates. They seemed to be gentle with him. Quite surprising, because they weren't with the other guys, the slaves. He wondered if that was because of his 'favorite status'. That reminded him this morning, just before going to school...
Jenny asked a minion to call Aaron. A moment later, he entered her large room timidly, his gaze was stuck to the marble floor, his breath fast and loud, betraying his nervousness. He stopped a couple of yards from her and waited silently.
"Kneel!" she commanded, as she stood up and approached him. He complied immediately, knowing very well that she could force him easily. She started to turn around him, watching him carefully, wondering what he was feeling, now. She knew that it was too soon to reveal him her feelings. She had to wait. "As you probably know, Aaron, you're my property, now. My mother offered you to me, as a gift for my majority. Are you pleased with that?"
Aaron didn't think about it, even a second, he answered what was expected by the towering goddess above him.
"Yes, Mistress."
Somehow, she was pleased by the quick answer but she knew perfectly that he was lying. The answer was only motived by the tremendous fear she was inducing on him. She stood in front of him and motioned to a minion to approach.
"Look at me, Aaron!", she said, lifting her arms on her sides at shoulder hight. Her silky dress, was almost transparent and exposed her glorious body to his sight. She glanced to the minion and he immediately pulled on the cloth, letting her completely naked except a pair of golden stilettos and a gold chain at her waist.
"You're going to serve me. You have to know all my needs. You have to learn how to satisfy them."
Aaron didn't say a word. He was mouth agape, dumbfounded by the perfection of Jenny's body, his Mistress body. Her huge and powerful muscles, her silky and immaculate skin, her ideal mensurations, that was too much to handle. It was worse when he glanced to her and saw her perfect face, made up for the very first time, nestled in a golden housing of long blonde hair.
He felt aroused despite the fear. But that fear was just able to prevent any erection, strong enough to make him tremble, to fight his arousal. He crossed his hands on his crotch, hoping with all his might, that she didn't see anything, it was useless, his little pecker wasn't erect at all.
"Look at the minion, Aaron. Because you have to dress me soon. It's a part of your work" she said motioning to the minion.
The guy took a skirt on the bed which seemed a tight cream white dress and kneeled at her feet. She stepped in the cloth and the minion slid it up slowly, rubbing intentionally his hands on the massive muscles through the tissu. She didn't seem to care.
"Watch carefully, Aaron."
Aaron looked at the guy again. Now, it seemed that the guy was pulling harder on the cloth, he had reached middle thigh. The massive quads were so big that the guy had to push on the cloth alternatively on the front and the back, making the fabric to crawl step by step on the thighs. He pushed hard, very hard. No doubt that Aaron should have steeped back to keep his balance if he was pushed like that, but Jenny seemed unmovable. Finally, the minion achieved his goal and, after the cloth had passed the bulge of the humongous thighs, it was easy for him to pull the skirt up to the waist and fix it.
He lunged to the bed quickly and came back with what looked like an oversized bra, white, orned with golden patterns. The guy had a huge hard-on. Jenny remained silent. He went on his tiptoes and extended it on her breasts, smoothly, caressing the fabric with care to adjust it to the inviting swell, then he went behind her while she hoisted it with her forefinger. He pulled on the two ends of the garment and tried to fasten it. It was difficult. Firstly he had to pull with the arms above his head, secondly Jenny had just taken a deep breath and was blowing out slowly to empty her lungs. He had to wait and try twice to success.
"That's enough, Adam. Aaron is going to continue."
The minion glanced to Aaron maliciously then he lowered his head when Jenny looked at him.
"Yes, Mistress. As you wish, Mistress." he said, as he left the room.
Jenny walked to the bed and called Aaron. "Come here!". He approached shyly, clearly afraid by her and stopped just behind her. She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him against her. His shoulders were rubbing her lower stomach, his head was just under her prominent bosom.
"Chose one!" she commanded, pointing to the shirts on the bed just before them.
"The blue one, Mistress." he suggested, referring to a dark blue sleeveless shirt in bright satin.
"Nice choice, Aaron, I like it", she said, leaning forward and taking the shirt in her hand. She was fully aware of what she was doing. In the motion, her heavy tits had fallen on his head and were surrounding it almost completely, covering easily both his ears. She flexed her thick pectorals in purpose, and he was almost pulled up on tiptoes when she straightened back.
"Climb on the bed and help me to dress" she said, giving him the shirt and turning back with a half hidden smile.
Aaron helped her to slide her meaty arms in the sleeves holes then pulled on the fabric to cover her broad back. He pulled hard, she could tell it. But he was avoiding carefully any contact with her smooth skin, not daring to touch her. She remained silent, eyes closed, anticipating his slightly movements, flexing and relaxing her muscles to make contact, unfortunately with no results at all. Despite a surprising attraction to the huge woman muscles, Aaron didn't touch her. That was a real torture to her. She never had to wait for sex, the sweet waves of pleasure she was feeling between her thighs were becoming painful, her burning pussy was dripping wet and her hot juices were snaking down the muscles of her mighty thighs. She faced him, rubbing her huge thighs in the motion, preventing the droplets to go further.
"Button it!" she said, enjoying in anticipation the soft touch of his tiny hands, "... but before, be sure that the cloth is fully extended on the breast. I don't want folds."
Aaron, looked at her quizzically, then put his hands on her breasts, trembling. Jenny couldn't help but start and let a soft moan to escape between her sexy lips. He noticed it but he just thought it was
due to his cold hands. Blood seemed to not reach his limbs, he was almost paralysed. He tried to pull on the cloth to button it, he just couldn't. She was panting heavily and her tits were going up and down forcefully, forcing his hands apart easily. She couldn't take anymore, she grabbed the cloth, without a word, and buttoned it herself, keeping his hands trapped between her soft mammaries and her forearms. Then she leaned forward and kissed him. When she broke the kiss, she went to her night stand and started to brush her long hair. She glanced to him and check his crotch. He wasn't hard.
"Slave!" she yelled. Aaron quickly came to her. "I'm not referring to you, silly. You're not a slave", she added, "Slave!"
At that moment a guy entered the room and Jenny motioned him to come between her thighs. He complied ans she grabbed his head in her big hand. She addressed to Aaron.
"See? He has a collar", she said, then she pushed him against her wet pussy. He started to lick her loudly and Jenny continued to brush her hair. Her huge arms erupted with muscles, filling easily the short sleeves of the satin shirt, sending gleams of her muscular beauty all over the room. Aaron watched the muscles to dance on her arms, mesmerized, almost forgetting the guy between her legs, making her pant heavily.
"You don't have a collar, Aaron, do you?"
"No, Mistress"
"Why?"
"Because i'm a minion"
"Exactly. You're not a slave" she said, tensing her muscles suddenly.
Aaron, saw the muscles to harden and sharpen instantly. That was unbelievable. He could see the veins clearly through the skin. He could almost sense the blood running inside them. She had closed her eyes and muffled a long moan of pleasure. She jolted twice, almost dismounting the nightstand, then she panted heavily, looking at Aaron through the mirror. "A slave is nothing... Like this brush", she added, as she had finished her brushing. Then she squeezed the brush and crushed it in a long crackling sound.
Jenny stood up and Aaron noticed the guy still trapped between her mammoth thighs, he had been lifted in the motion. She spread her legs and he fell on the floor heavily, panting uncontrollably. The giant amazon looked down and pushed him with her feet.
"This thing is cheaper than the brush I just crushed", she said smiling.
She approached Aaron sexily and walked her fingers over his torso, while he watched the poor guy trying to recover.
"Tell me, Aaron, did my mother explain you what's the difference between a slave and a minion?"
"No... not really but..."
"Shhhh" she interrupted him, letting her long manicured forefinger on his trembling lips, "Let me to explain you", she said, crouching close to him and rubbing her cheek on his own, "He's a slave. that means that he has no rights, no more than a chair or a table... Do you understand?". She caressed his legs and arms gently, sizing them, while she continued to talk. "He's a sex toy, anybody can use him as one. You, on the contrary, are a minion, you have some rights. You can wander alone outside the house. You can ask questions... when authorized, of course."
"May I ask a question, Mistress?"
"Sure!"
'Am I a sex toy too?"
She scanned his eye with her thumb and showed the virtual screen to Aaron:
Subject : Aaron
Owner : Jenny M. CARTER
Status : Favorite
Shields : All
"You're my Favorite", she whispered, "As my favorite, you can talk without permission, you can't be molested sexually without my consent. Nevertheless, you still have to refer to women as 'Mistress' and obey them, anytime.
She opened his pants, let them to slide down his bony legs.
"Are you hard already, Aaron?"
"No, Mistress"
She ripped his underwear apart and took his little pecker gently between her fingers.
She caressed him gently, massaging his little cock tenderly, with a surprising care for her size. Soon, he was trembling, but that wasn't lust, that was only fear, a tremendous fear.
"You're lucky, Aaron, you can't be used as a slave toy", she said, "... your little pecker is too small. Nowadays slaves cocks are commonly 9" long. How long is yours?" she asked, pulling hard on the small cock.
"I don't know, Mistress"
"Maybe 6" ?", she giggled, looking at the now erected pecker.
"Maybe, Mistress" he answered, trying to keep the control of his throbbing member.
She caressed his member carefully then squeezed it when he was reaching his orgasm. Of course, it was very painful. He tried to free himself but it was useless, her strong grip was too much for him. she keep him a moment like that then, when finally he screamed, she released the pressure. Cum spurted instantly, in a set of long squirts which crashed in her hand. She held it straight as his feeble legs couldn't hold him anymore and giggled.
"Is that all you got? Miss Paine was right, I need to take care of that". She touched the hot cum with the tip of her tongue and tasted it. First, she winced, then she took a greater lick and swallowed it. Then, surprisingly, she licked her whole hand carefully, cleaning it completely. She showed it to him, proudly, then she stood up.
"Finish me" she said, pushing his head between her thighs and nestling his face right on her pussy. It wasn't long before she came. As soon as he touched her throbbing clit, a flow of cum splashed on his face, filling his mouth, covering his nostrils then running down his bruised cheeks to expel the overflow. He swallowed all the hot cum he could, he had to, because he couldn't breath anymore. Soon he was suffocating, as she rubbed his face against her pussy, using it to clean her. He tried to keep his calm but he couldn't and he jerked uncontrollably. She spread her thighs slightly and let him to fall on the floor. She watched him to pant heavily for a moment then she called the slave and commanded him to lick her clean.
When she was satisfied, she pushed the guy away and commanded him to lick the spots of cum on the floor. She lunged to the door, taking her purse, and called Aaron.
"Come here. It's time to school" she said, leaning over him and fixing a golden collar around his neck. She stood up, smiled, admiring her little favorite, and caressed his hair.
"You are beautiful, my little hubby. For now on, you're officially my husband but you should say 'favorite' as we say nowadays. You can give me a nickname if you want". She giggled and pushed him outside.
He looked at her stupidly. She laughed. "You can talk, now. You don't need any permission, from anybody"
He smiled, not really reassured, but it was the first sincere smile he had made in three weeks.
Jenny squeezed his hand and took him out of his revery.
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Really love it!
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Jenny is so hot!
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chapter 9
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After school, Jenny had decided to buy him a new pant and a few shirts. She led him to the mall and they entered the first shop selling male pants. The shop girl approached and smiled to Jenny.
"May I help you, miss?"
"Sure. My hubby needs new pants. Do you have a pair of tight ones? I find them so sexy."
"Of course, miss. Follow me, please". The girl looked at Aaron from head to toes and glanced to Jenny.
"He's so cute" she said, then she turned back to Aaron, "Come here little one. We're going to take off your pants".
She crouched before him and helped him to unbuckle his belt. In fact, she did all the work, he didn't move an inch, he was frozen. She unbuttoned his pants and let them fall on his ankles. She winced, failing to hide her surprise, then glanced to Jenny quizzically. He waited silently but he could easily imagine what was in the girl's mind at this moment. He felt tears popping out of his eyes and cleaned them with his fingertips as soon as possible. Jenny frowned.
"Is there a problem?" Jenny asked, putting hands on her hips.
"No, miss"
"Good. Because if there is any problem, you must know that i'm the right person to fix it."
The girl lowered her gaze and tried to speak with her nicer voice.
"Here is the last pant I have just received. Isn't it nice? Stretchy, comfy, very sexy and not very expensive. If you like it, I have it in other colors. I let you to try it"
The girl left and Jenny sat on a bench.
"Come here, honey".
Aaron complied.
She lifted him by his armpits and let him on her thigh. His back was slightly bent, matching her hard abs and his head was almost engulfed by her generous tits. His feet were dangling on each side of her massive limb.
He couldn't not to notice the hugeness and the hardness of her thighs when she released him. Her abs were massaging his back like round stones, they were unbelievably hard too. He shivered, imagining her muscles encircling him, squeezing him slowly but inexorably. It would be an unbearable pain, for sure, but he wondered if he wouldn't have enjoyed it. Those massive muscles were so sexy. He never had imagined he could like a girl with such muscles, however he knew his mind was starting to evolve. The only sight of the muscles moving, changing their shape, growing, relaxing was an enjoyable entertainment, and it was even better when he touched them. His small hands rested on her thighs while he panted softly to recover his breath which had been stopped for a moment as he was lost in his revery.
She looked down and couldn't help but compare her meaty monster thighs with his bony toothpicks. They were probably three times larger. She smiled and inserted his feet on the pant, like a mother with her son, carefully, tenderly, lovingly. She pulled on the cloth, lifting him slightly on the process and commanded him to button it.
"Fasten it, honey, you have smaller fingers"
"Yes, Mistress" he answered as he started to button the clothe with his shaking hands.
"OK, honey. Walk a few steps for me to check how it fits"
He looked at her quizzically, wondering if she was going to help him but she didn't.
"Jump!", she said.
"Mistress, your breasts are..."
"Oh! Sorry", she said, giggling and pulling him free.
"I didn't realise you were trapped by my tits. Are they that heavy?"
He jumped to the floor and glanced to her.
"And stop calling me 'Mistress'!" she said.
"How should I call you, Mistress?", he answered timidly.
Jenny gulped slightly. She hoped he will call her 'honey, sweetheart, love', that kind of words, but none came out of his mouth. She looked at the pant, trying to smile but being obviously worried... No!... Sad, she was sad. The pant fitted pretty well, exposing his bony legs to the sight. He was so sexy. She glanced to his crotch, he wasn't hard at all. She gulped again, discreetly, then she turned her head and looked away. She didn't want him to know, she was crying.
Aaron watched her carefully, he thought he had seen small tears forming in the corner of her beautiful blue eyes. He wasn't sure. But his Mistress seemed to be sad. He was certain of that. He should have done something wrong. But what?
The though of being punished popped in his mind. He lowered his head cowardly, waiting for her reaction. Somehow, he felt guilty. A strange feeling made him to shiver, that wasn't fear this time. He was just worried about her sad feelings. He approached her and let his hand feverishly on her thigh.
"I am sorry, miss... I mean Jenny. I am very sorry if I'm not a good hubby" he said, looking at her huge muscles to relax under his touch. He caressed her thigh timidly until she stood up.
"Put your shoes back and try this", she said, giving him a small sleeveless T-shirt. Aaron took off his shirt and grabbed the white cotton cloth. He smiled timidly to her and he tried the T-shirt. It was clung to his frail torso. His ribs were clearly visible through the fabric and his bony arms showed off proudly at his sides. Jenny smiled.
"You're perfect", she said, pushing him to the desk where the shop girl was waiting patiently. The young girl glanced to him and put her hand on her mouth, showing her surprise before she had to talk.
"Oh my God! He's so sexy! If only he wasn't so lightly endowed, I could...". She stopped in her tracks and glanced to Jenny, confused. "I'm sorry, miss, I didn't want to..."
"That's OK", Jenny said, smiling proudly, "I'm afraid that will occur often, he's so cute"
She gave a note to the girl and lunged to the door, pulling me with her.
"Wait here, hon". she said, as she entered back in the shop.
A minute later, Jenny opened the doors and took Aaron in her arms. He glanced to the shop girl, above Jenny's shoulders, she was kneeling on the floor, the hands on her face, crying like a baby. He tried to imagine what had just happened. Maybe he knew, he wasn't sure. However, his little pecker stiffened.
He approached his lips of Jenny's cheek and was close to kiss her, when she let him on the floor.
"Sorry, hon. I don't want to embarrass you" she said, "... you can walk."
He didn't found the nerve to tell her that he wasn't embarrassed at all, that he was proud of being carried by such a pretty girl. So, they continued walking, side by side, until they arrived to home. He didn't say a word during the walk, not really knowing if he had worried her. He just followed her pace, almost running when she accelerated. She remained silent too, not even glancing to him, preventing him to see her lovely eyes watered by her love, which at that very moment, was materialized by big, round tears running down her perfect cheeks.
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Thank you so much for this. Your work is amazing....as usual. Can't wait for more...This is my favorite story ever!!
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chapter 10
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Jenny went to the basement, as usual, to her daily workout. Diana was there, pulling on a huge rack of plates, making her broad back to erupt with muscles.
Silently, Jenny watched her mother to finish her set. She knew that Diana disliked to be interupted in the middle of a heavy set, and this one was really heavy, she could tell. The young amazon was mesmerized by her mother's thick muscles. They were big, hard, angulous and clearly visible through her taned skin. Despite her age, Diana was magnificent. She still could put to shame a lot of girl twenty years younger.
The huge amazon reached her last rep puffing a bit but still with a perfect form. She held the weigh a moment, tensing her back with force, to feel the burn in every fiber of her defined muscles, then she released it slowly, trembling, puffing, but with a lovely smile still on her lips. Finally, she let the weight to fall a couple of inches, making them to clang loudly. She stood up and turned to her daughter.
"Hi, hun", she said, sweeping her huge glistening arms with her towel, "Cardio day?"
"Yes, mum", she answered tying her golden hair in a nice ponytail and looking at her mother's muscles to swell after that hard set. "Mum, you're so beautiful"
"Thank you, my love, but you're the beautiful one", Diana answered, "You're not as big as me... yet. But you are definitively more beautiful"
Jenny winced. Diana couldn't not to notice.
"What 's the matter, hun?" she answered, throwing her towel on the bench and grabbing two huge dumbbells.
"That's Aaron, my favorite", she said climbing on the treadmill and pushing on the buttons to chose the right program, "he doesn't love me"
Diana smiled. She knew perfectly what Jenny was trying to tell her. Twenty years ago, she was confronted to the same problem, which in fact -she realised soon- wasn't really a problem. She started to curl her huge dumbbells and called a minion. The guy, who was waiting silently behind the door rushed to his mistress and kneeled before her. She continued her workout ignoring him. Instead she questionned her daughter.
"Why do you think he doesn't love you, honey? Doesn't he obey you when you order him something?
Doesn't he fulfill all your wishes?"
"He is scared of me, mum, that's not love"
"What difference does it make?... Does that really bother you?"
"Yes"
Diana let the dumbbells to fall on the floor and sat on the bench.
"Towel me!" she ordered, putting her hands on her hips.
The minion stood up without a word, grabbed the towel near his mistress and went behind her. Then, he started to rub her glistening muscles carefully, beginning by her shoulders, one after the other, doing small circles, trying to massage them but unable to make a dent on the too hard muscles. Then he went down to her back, spreading his little arms to rub both lats simultaneously.
"Don't worry" Diana said, glancing to her daughter "I don't know a guy who hasn't the hots for you. If he's really a guy, he's probably dreaming about you now".
Meanwhile, the slave was progressing slowly, managing to not miss a spot, a single drop of sweat. His movements were energetic and were obviously draining his strength due to the lack of leverage he had in such a position, his arms were spreaded at shoulder level. Hopefully for him, he soon reached Diana's kidneys, which relieved the tension in his shoulders and arms as he clearly used his bodyweight to apply the pressure. He remained massaging there a moment, allowing his sore muscles to recover a bit. Diana glanced to her daughter, silently, waiting that the pantings of the slave were covered by the treadmill noise, then she lifted her huge arms horizontally.
The guy cleaned them quickly, then he stepped back with his gaze still locked on the meaty arms.
Jenny, who was watching the scene, noted than he started to tremble nervously. She couldn't help but wonder why, because she was certain he did well. Diana flexed her arms, in a perfect double biceps, and held the pose a moment. The guy get around her and started to clean her thick pectorals. Then, he crouched a bit and went under Diana's huge arms, he put his hands on her massive shoulder and started to lick her armpits eagerly. Jenny could easily hear the loud slurps he was doing with his expert tongue. She could even hear what seemed to be moans, she looked at her mother quizzically, wondering what was going on.
Diana smiled.
"Wipe it!" she commanded.
The guy instantly released his grip on his mistress shoulder and did as it was commanded.
"The other one! Quick!" she said, then she glanced to her daughter while the guy complied.
"Look at his crotch" she said.
Jenny, looked at the guy's pants and gasped. He was completely erect, his big pole almost ripping
his pants. Diana was laughing loudly, noticing her daughter surprise.
"Do you see that, Jenny?" she asked motioning to the tent pole, "Do you think that is fear?"
"No, but..."
"But what, honey?... I'm enjoying this, he's obviously enjoying it too. That is a win/win situation... Do you want to know if that is really love? Is that what you want?... OK... I give you him. Use him as you wish to find it out."
Jenny looked at her mother, dumbfounded, then at the slave. The poor minion was almost crying.
"Why are you crying?" she asked, "Are you trying to tell that my daughter isn't pretty?" Diana said.
"No, Mistress! That's just... That's just that I belongs to you. You're the one who nourrishes me. You're the one who protects me. You're the one who makes me cum while I dream."
The guy lowered his head.
"You're the only Mistress I would like to serve. I'm nothing without you, Mistress."
He started crying.
Diana glanced to Jenny who had stopped running.
"I don't know if that's love, Jenny, but that's enough to me."
She turned to the slave and motioned him to leave.
"You can keep it with you, as a reward." she said, throwing her towel.
"Thank you, Mistress." he said, taking the sweaty thing and smelling it as he walked out.
Jenny watched him to leave and started to run on the treadmill. She remained silent a moment, focused on the pace she had to maintain to keep her balance. Then, she asked her mother.
"Mum?"
"Yes, honey?"
"How did you achieve that?"
"I assume that they love me because I'm gentle with them. Most of the girls aren't, you know."
"But you killed a couple of them last month!" Jenny replied.
Diana smiled sadly.
"Yes, I know. I'm a Maxima. I have some needs, as you're going to find out soon. Not everyone can handle my needs, certainly not a guy." She undressed, throwing the clothes on the floor for a minion, then she added "Anyway, they were volunteers, Jenny. All of them."
"What?" Jenny asked, "... I can't understand. You mean that they agreed to be killed?"
"No, of course! But they were fully aware of the possible consequences. One of them is death. The other one is to become a minion and deserve my protection and my affection... I assume that worth it. What do you think?" she asked, letting Jenny to have a good look at her naked body.
Jenny remained silent a moment. Diana lunged to the shower.
"May I ask what sort of needs you have, mum?"
Diana turned on the water and ignored her daughter. The hot water had just hit her glorious body, and started to massage her pumped muscles. She needed to feel the pressure of the water after the heavy workout she had just done. A pressure that any man was able to apply with his tiny hands. She flexed and relaxed her muscles slowly, trying to find the better angle for the water to massage them. She rubbed her body against the wall, moaning with delight when the forceful streams hit the right spots. She touched herself, maybe more sensually than usually. She was relaxing peacefully, enjoying her female body like a young girl discovering forbidden pleasures. That reminded her when she was young, the first guy she fucked. She will never forget the face of the poor guy when he understood he was going to be impaled by her enormous shecock, the pleasure she felt when she measured the power she had on the poor guy. There was nothing he can do. He just closed his eyes in acceptance and she fucked him, he even enjoyed it, anesthesied by her female precum. But his pleasure turned quickly in the most unbearable pain he could ever imagine. His louder cries, his bigger tears didn't stop her. He was dead anyway, his internal damages were irreversible, she knew it. She fucked him to death, experiencing a never reached pleasure. She enjoyed each moment, even when she snapped his bones or crushed his flesh between her powerful muscles. Poor guy!
She pleasured herself for a moment, trying to muffle her moans as well as possible, then she stopped the water.
Jenny was still running, she could hear the treadmill sound clearly.
She took a sponge and soaped her properly, varnishing her magnificent body with the foam. She marvelled at how huge she had become and flexed her muscles.
"Jenny?" she called.
"Yes, mum?" Jenny answered from the gym.
"It's time for you to really know what is a Maxima." she said, holding her developping cock with her free hand, "I'm going to show you."
With that, Diana stepped out the shower and knotted a towel around her waist. Then, she appeared to her daughter, in the doorway.
Streams of water cascaded between the ridges of her pumped muscles. Her body was still wet and its glistening just enhanced her already frightening musculature. She emitted raw power. She was a goddess!
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Sin duda.alguna, eres el mejor totocom!! Karma!!
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Nice story! I'm enjoying the read so far :) keep it up!
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Best story I have read in a while...Keep on bringing this awesomess. I was concerned that you were not going to continue after the last update some time ago...
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^-^ so glad you're back at it! Molto bene! :bravo: Really, plz just let us know if you need some time off, so we don't worry or bug you about finishing up! :thanks: :hey:
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Just awesome, I'm really excited about what's going to happen and also it's nice to see you're still working on it!
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chapter 11
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Meanwhile, in Jenny's private apartments...
Aaron jumped on a chair and looked at the objects scattered on the desk. There were only a few pyramidal stones, different sizes, different colors, but only a few stones. He took one and observed it carefully. On the base, was noted 'Maths'. He looked at the other stones, to find out that there was something written on each one. He kept the 'maths' one in his hand and searched how to read these strange stones.
He was about to stop when he noticed a small hole in the middle of the desk. A hole which form matched perfectly with the stones. He inserted the stone carefully and immediately an hologram appeared above the desk with the exercises she had prepared for him, as well as a virtual keyboard.
He started to read the first exercise. When he had read it, four or maybe five times, he realized that he couldn't focus on his task. His mind was elsewhere. He removed the stone from the hole and grasped another one, noted 'Jenny pictures'. Resisting was useless. His mind was already wandering through what seemed to be an album.
He inserted the stone on the right place and the album opened at the first page.
The first picture was obviously Jenny's birth. She was nestled in the arms of a guy, probably Jenny's father, who was himself in Diana's arms like a baby. The guy seemed happy, even if he looked a bit tired. Diana, on the contrary, was radiant. Jenny was already the size of a 5 years old child. Aaron didn't seem to notice.
The second picture was Jenny's first birthday and so on. Aaron wandered through the album, realising how much she had grown in only a few years. At ten she was probably taller and stronger than he was now. The last shot was dated from yesterday. It was noted 'Jenny soon Maxima'. You could see her in a perfect 'double biceps' pose, almost naked, wearing only a shiny golden belt, graciously laid on her hips, and a matching pair of stilettos. Aaron attempted to caress her, but his hand passed through the hologram. A voice echoed in the room. "3Dsolid holographic system: enabled. Work in progress..."
Aaron jumped on his seat. He looked around and saw a red beam to dance in the center of the room. In a few seconds an hologram of Jenny, in real size, was erected before his eyes.
The voice startled him again "Solidification starting in 30 seconds... Solidification starting in 25 seconds... "
Aaron heart almost stopped. He certainly didn't want to let the hologram to solidify. He looked at the screen above the desk. No buttons, no dialog boxes, nothing! Worse, nothing to do! Panicked, he removed the stone.
"Solidification starting in... bip!"
Aaron glanced to the center of the room, the huge hologram had disappeared.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
He remained a moment silent, remembering the last days, how he awoke in this new world, how he was bought by Diana as a slave, how he was given as a gift to Jenny, how she used him as a sex-toy!
He realised that he hadn't had any choice, never, since he was reborn in this new world. He didn't know how he arrived there, even less how to return back home. 'Comply or die', it was his fate.
Then, he remembered the last year, the training, how he had to workout, to diet, to study, everyday, to finally return back home, alone, with nobody to share his joys, his sorrows. He had never been married, he had no time for that. He had just lived for achieve his dream, the journey into space.
Aaron felt sad. Nobody was waiting for him in his world and nobody was... Suddenly, his thoughts went to Jenny, his huge Mistress. He shivered slightly, not realising what this simple shiver really was. He felt a bit uncomfortable, readjusted his pants unknowingly, and tried to focus on something else, the maths. After all, he was there to help Jenny with her exercises.
He inserted the right stone in the desk and started to read again the first exercise. It was quite simple and he resolved it mentally in no time. Jenny will be happy. He changed his posture to relieve the tension of his stretchy pants and began to read the second one. It wasn't more difficult than the first and he find out the solution quickly. His heart started to pound heavily in his small chest. He was pretty sure that Jenny will reward him in a way or other, and he smiled widely as he typed the answer on the virtual keyboard feverishly. That was the boring part, specially when you type with a single hand. He was breathing painfully and trembling. His mind was obviously confused, pictures of Jenny were blurring his vision, soon he wasn't able to type anymore. He stopped and his hand went unconsciously to his crotch. That was when he realised with stupefaction that he was masturbating. There was nothing he can do to stop now, that was too late. He closed his eyes, just as Jenny closed her pulpy lips around his shaft, her beautiful gaze locked on his. She sucked twice, holding his balls in her strong hand, then she let the meaty rod to get free with a loud 'POP'. Three spurts of cum splashed on her beautiful face. Aaron felt relieved instantly. He looked at her, trying to catch his breath. She was attaching her blonde hair in a ponytail, flexing her huge biceps unintentionally, while she licked his cum with delight, smiling to him.
Suddenly, panicked, he opened his eyes to check the disaster. The desk was a mess. He looked around for something to clean the incredible amount of semen he had released. There was nothing. His trained mind had to find out something. It quickly reminded him a scene he witnessed yesterday, a slave licking the floor. He winced.
He tried to find something in the drawers, they were too heavy for him and he couldn't open any. He looked over, under the furnitures, it was useless.
He couldn't waste more time. He lunged to the desk, took a deep breath, stuck his tongue on the cold marble, and, closing his eyes, he started to lick.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he pictured Jenny smiling to him, lying back on a bed, her legs slightly spread apart, inviting him to lick her creamed cunt. He moaned softly and his tongue cleaned her joyfully while his hands caressed slowly the stone hard muscles. He took all the time he needed, enjoying each stroke his tongue applied on her delicious skin. He opened the eyes, from time to time, to check the desk, seeing nothing else than Jenny's intoxicating body, then, he closed them again to plunge back in his revery.
When he had cleaned the desk, he just realised what he have done. He would have wanted to be horrified but he wasn't, the though of his beautiful Mistress was still comforting him and he was clearly enjoying it. He just smiled and checked the desk a last time.
When he finished his inspection, he started to read the third exercise eagerly. This one was a bit harder, but he was a scientist, that wasn't a problem. He quickly calculated and typed the results, smiling. He had just realised that he was typing with two hands. He turned off the hologram and put the stones in order. Then he jumped off the chair, stood in the centre of the room and looked around. 'So, this is my new home.' he though.
He decided to wander around and see the other rooms of the mansion. He lunged to the door and his heart stopped. It was closed. "What? I'm detained?!"
"Slave! Slave!" he shouted.
A slave opened the door and bowed before him.
"Yes, Mister?"
Aaron,felt immediately relieved.
"Why is my door closed?" he asked.
"It isn't, Mister. You're just too weak to pull it open. Here, there is a button to activate the hydraulic assist." the guy said, "... Only minions and favourites can use it, Mister."
"So, you're a minion, right?"
"Yes, Mister."
"Stop calling me 'Mister'." Aaron said with a reproachful sigh.
"I can't, Mister. I'm sorry. Mistress would kill me." he answered lowering his gaze.
"Diana won't kill you, I promise."
"I'm afraid that you couldn't promise anything, Mister. You don't rule in this house. Only Mistress does. I can't believe that you don't know it, Mister."
Aaron shrugged and left the room, followed by the minion.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Minion Two, Mister. But any name will do. Usually, Mistress call me 'slave'."
Aaron sighed. No man seemed to have an ounce of pride in this new world. His first though was to launch a disdainful glance to the minion. Then, he remembered what he had just done over the desk, and he gulped, trying simultaneously to hide a tear in the corner of his eye.
"Where does this lead, Mister Two?" he asked motioning to the long corridor at his left.
"To the nursery and the slaves dormitory, Mister." the minion answered with a quizzical glance.
"And this one?"
"To the entrance and the rest of the house, Mister."
"Let's see the nursery first, then you will show me the slaves dormitory, Mister Two."
"The nursery is out of range, Mister. There is no assist for this door, and I'm afraid that we aren't strong enough to open it, even if we try together... Anyway, the room is empty, nobody is pregnant currently."
"Hmmm."
"Follow me, Mister. I show you the slaves dormitory." Mister Two said, as he opened the next door. "This is the minion's dormitory.
Aaron discovered a wide room, clear and luminous. It had a complete wall covered by large windows, which allowed the daylight to illuminate the whole space. The place was nicely enhanced by furnitures, sized for men, which reminded him the ones he used to see in twentieth century. At the far end, two minions were chatting. As soon as they realised they weren't alone, they glanced to the door and kneeled.
"Get up!" Aaron shouted.
"Yes, Mister." they both answered as they stood up, still looking at the floor.
"What are your names?"
"Minion Four, Mister."
"Minion six, Mister."
"Ok. Mister Four, Mister Six, come here, I need your help." he said. With that, he lunged to the nursery door and started to push. "Come on! Help me."
The four guys pushed with all their might but that was useless. Two of them were too close from the hinges, providing a poor leverage, and weren't really efficient. The door remained closed.
Aaron motioned them to leave and grabbed Mister Two by the shoulder. "Show me the slaves dormitory."
Mister Two nodded and opened the last door. It was an empty room, except a few mattresses on the floor. Aaron remained silent.
"It's a very nice dormitory, Mister. You should see the ones in the neighborhood... Mistress Diana is a very good Mistress."
"And Mistress Jenny?"
"I don't know, Mister. She isn't my Mistress. You'll have to find out by yourself, Mister."
"I agree, my friend. I have to find out by myself." he said, as he gave a friendly tap on the minion shoulder, "... By the way, do you know where is Jenny?"
"Mistress Jenny is working out at the gym. I can lead you if you want."
"I was going to ask, Mister Two. I was going to ask."
The minion lunged to the right aisle of the mansion and Aaron stepped behind him.
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chapter 12
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Aaron and Mr. Two went to the ground floor silently. Then, as soon as they reached the hall, Mister Two stopped in his tracks.
"What the matter, mister Two?" Aaron asked.
"Who dares to talk?" A low female voice said in a menacing tone.
Aaron advanced before the minion.
"I'm Aaron Carter, Miss. I'm Jenny's favorite. May I ask you who you are?" he answered proudly, looking at the huge woman.
The Amazon, who was standing on a pair of hight heels, was easily 8 feet tall -with the heels. She was dressed with a mini dress which barely covered her underwears, and was surrounded by two slaves, kneeling next to her, who barely reached her knees.
"Did I already meet you? You seem familiar to me." she said, not even trying to hide her annoyed tone.
"I don't think so, Miss. I would remember a person as beautiful as you." Aaron answered in a so neutral tone that the huge woman wondered if he was mocking her. But she immediately came to the conclusion that was simply impossible. Nobody would dare to try. She glanced to Mister Two and commanded him.
"Go and find your Mistress. Tell her that Miss Fucklaw is here. Quick!"
Aaron looked at the huge woman carefully while she waited in the hall. She had something strange, something that bothered him. He couldn't put a finger on it, but the more he looked at her, the more he was persuaded she was right, he had already met her. She had broad shoulders, big arms, huge boobs, and a strong jaw which made you fear for your life when she addresses to you. That's the description of almost the girls in this world.
While she was standing in the hall, her two slaves were caressing her massive legs with their frail hands. Aaron noticed immediately the ridiculousness of their sizes. They were nothing compared to her gigantic muscles. The slaves seemed to have a hard work to satisfy their Mistress, but she completely ignored them. Despite how attractive she was, Aaron looked at the slaves more carefully. He hadn't realised yet, but they were so skinny that their biceps shouldn't be more than 8" in girth. He realised then that he hadn't seen any slave since he had reborn, he had only seen minions. He gulped, realising the difference in size and in strength between them and the huge woman before him. Slaves were noticeably weaker than minions, at least these two obviously were.
She snapped her fingers and a slave stood up instantly, trembling like a leaf.
"No!" she said.
The guy went on his knees again, relieved, and his mate stood up. She pushed him between her legs and the guy started immediately to lick her cunt, trying to find a good hold on her hips to keep his balance. Aaron gasped when he saw the guy still standing between her legs! He couldn't see his face, hidden by the dress, but the guy was clearly standing straight, with just his face pushed backward by her rock hard Amazonian pelvis.
As a scientist, Aaron made a quick calculation. According that she was around 7 feet and a half, and considering the stilettos she was wearing, her pussy should be around 4 feet and a half from the floor. This guy should be 5 feet tall to reach her with his tongue! His own size!
Aaron shivered and stepped back unconsciously, until he was backed against a wall. He looked at the woman discreetly. She was checking her fingernails, as if she were alone in the room, and seemed insensible to the job of the slave, who was now engulfed by her muscular thighs. Aaron gulped again at the astonishing difference between the male torso, thin and bony, and the female leg, big, strong and muscular, almost three times the size of the man's torso.
"Mmmm! You're mine!" she said, in a threatening tone, pushing the slave head against her pussy.
Suddenly, that hit him. He felt suddenly the fear to grow bigger. She was the woman who almost raped him in the lift! The one who had beaten him to a pulp!
He couldn't stay there. Who know what she could do to him, if she recognized him too? He searched for the closest door with a quick glance and left the room silently. As soon as he was hidden, he heard Mister Two through the door.
"Mistress Diana says that she's busy and that she won't receive you today. She invites you to have another appointment with her secretary, Mistress."
"Are you kidding?" she answered angrily, putting her hands on her hips and flaring her large back.
Even through the door, Aaron could feel the humiliation in the voice of the Amazon. He couldn't help but look through the keyhole.
Miss Fucklaw had advanced toward Mister Two, towering over him menacingly. She had pulled with her the poor slave between her legs. She grabbed him by the skull and lifted him off the floor without a single glance to him, then, looking at Mister Two right in the eyes, she clenched her hand. There was instantly a horrifying crackling sound, then, the remains of the poor slave's head started to flow out between her strong fingers. The cruel murderer continued to close her hand slowly, until she made a fist. The corpse of the guy fell on the floor, in a pool of blood. She smiled cruelly and left without a word. Mister Two fell on his knees, trembling, knowing very well that he could have been killed as well as the poor guy before him. He started to cry uncontrollably.
Aaron, joined him and helped him to his feet. "Come on! Don't cry. It's over."
"Hi, Aaron!"
Aaron, turned his head toward the lovely voice. That was Betsy, Jenny's friend.
"Hi, Miss." he answered, relieved that wasn't Miss Fucklaw.
"Is Jenny here?" she asked, caressing her little pet who was actually a young guy, in his twenties, blond, good looking, except the pale skin and the extreme thinness. Aaron remembered him, he had already met him at the guy's park at school.
Mister Two kneeled before her and waited patiently.
"Talk, slave."
"Mistress Jenny is in the gym with Mistress Diana." he said, " Mistress Diana had given orders. Nobody enters. There are two guards at the door. But you can wait around the pool if you like, Mistress."
Betsy smiled.
"Aaron, follow me." she said, as she lunged to the garden.
Aaron followed her nervously. He was scared of something and that was obvious.
"What the matter, Aaron? you seem scared. Do I scare you?" she questioned.
"No, Miss. You're very nice, really. Don't worry about me."
She shrugged and continued walking until she reached the pool. She deposited her pet on the floor and looked at me as she managed to take off her T-shirt and her skimpy denim short, letting them fall on the paving without care.
Her pet, who was kneeling at her feet, took the clothes as soon as they reached the floor, then he went to a chair and folded them carefully.
Betsy took a tube of lotion in her purse and threw it to the floor.
"I don't care about you, Aaron." she said, "... But you're my friend's hubby, and I don't want her to be hurt if something occurs to you." she added as she lied face first, on the chair behind her.
The pet picked up the lotion and poured a large amount in his hand. He climbed on the chair, straddled her, and started to spread out the cream on her large back, proceeding with care from her kidneys to her wide shoulders.
"Tell me, Aaron. What is bothering you? You seem to have seen a ghost." she asked.
"Sort of... Miss Fucklaw." he said.
The pet stopped his massage, then he continued again without a glance. That was enough to Aaron to notice that he was scared by the only though of that huge Amazonian woman.
"She's dangerous, Aaron. Try to avoid her in the future."
"I know" he said, "I have seen what she has done to that poor guy, in the hall"
"That was only a slave, honey. Who cares?... But that bitch has ruined the marble tiles with his blood. She will pay for that, for sure. Diana is very strict about that." she said smiling. She looked at Aaron carefully and questioned him again.
"Did she menace you?"
"No."
"Good."
"Anyway, I don't feel very secure, knowing that she's around." Aaron said, looking at the pet to straddle Betsy's calf -which was bigger than his torso- and apply some lotion on her thigh, then start to rub it slowly.
"Don't worry. I'm here with you. You're safe."
"Thank you, Betsy. You're an angel."
Betsy giggled. That was probably the first time that someone, specially a guy, called her 'an angel'. Aaron smiled , then, he lied on a chair, close to Betsy.
She looked at him, still smiling, and motioned to the pet who was now sitting on the other calf. "He never calls me 'angel'." she said, giggling.
"Of, course, Betsy. He isn't allowed to talk."
Betsy stopped her giggles and shrugged. She bent her leg slightly, and the pet was clamped between her heavy calf and her huge thigh, literally propelled, face first, on her hard ass.
"Lick my ass." she spat, pushing his head with her toes.
The guy nuzzled in her ass crack and started licking without hesitation. She looked at Aaron with a satisfied smile and released the pet who continued to lick loudly.
Aaron shrugged and looked to the sky, trying to not stare at Betsy's ass which was a perfect combination of muscularity and femininity. The guy was nestled between Betsy's legs, completely hidden by the muscular limbs. Nevertheless, Aaron could hear him and his muffled moans. He was clearly enjoying it. Aaron felt a bit aroused and his cock stiffened. Betsy couldn't not notice, as he was lying on his back close to her.
"Never licked an ass, Aaron?" she mocked, "You will see, honey. Jenny's one is delicious."
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Your stories are at least as good as your art thank you very much. Hope they'll keep going. I liked the crush scene and the contrast with the "gentle" girl....
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chapter 13
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"Are you talking about me?" Jenny said as she towered above Aaron while she glanced to Betsy with a big smile.
"Not really." Betsy answered, "we were talking about 'licking'." she added motioning to the small guy between her legs.
Jenny noticed the pet licking her friend's ass crank hungrily and sighed.
"Oh! I see." she said, turning to Aaron. "Let me the chair, Honey. I want to chat with my friend."
"Sure, Jenny." he answered instantly, before he corrected himself, "I mean... Sure, honey." he said, trying to behave as lovingly as he could.
Obviously, it was a way to catch her attention.
Even if he ignored it himself, he was completely in love with that huge Amazon. Jenny was his owner, his protector, and now his wife. She was becoming progressively, without him really fighting against it, his true and only love.
Sadly, she faked to not notice, letting Aaron in a painful and cruel doubt about her feelings toward him. Not that she wanted to hurt him, she just didn't know how to react, still wondering if he was sincere or was acting by interest. However, she felt really happy.
Aaron stood there a moment, close to the chair, looking at Jenny while she lied on it. He was trying to act normally but his little heart was bruised by the disdainful behaviour of his mistress and love. She flattened her big boobs against the mat as she put her hands on her back to reach the knot of her bikini. He felt his cock to harden in his tiny short and reddened a bit, but none noticed.
Jenny's muscles were huge. They had been pumped to their max during the work-out, which, finally, seemed to be more than a simple cardio session. She untied her top and threw it to the floor. Then, she did the same with her bottom. Aaron, glanced to her ass. It was surpassing Betsy's one. It was just pure perfection. Two hard balls of muscles, coated by a thin but perfect layer of golden skin.
"Aaron!" Jenny said.
"Yes, honey?"
"What are you waiting? Take my clothes and fold them properly on a chair."
Aaron didn't say a word, he took the clothes quickly and carried them next to Betsy's ones. Then, he returned close to Jenny.
"Do you want something else, honey?" he asked.
Jenny glanced to Betsy then back to Aaron and answered timidly, "No."
"What's the fuck, Jenny!" Betsy said indignant, then she turned to Aaron, "Listen to me, big boy. Jenny has her ass licked every day by a slave, since she's 16. So you're going to lick her, right now. Do you understand?"
"That's not necessary." Jenny interrupted, "I don't want to force him." she added firmly. Then, she called a slave before Betsy could argue anything.
"Betsy?" she asked, "... I need to tell you something."
"I have something to tell you too." her friend added smiling, with a smile which made Jenny to wonder if Betsy already knew what she was about to tell. The pretty blonde continued.
"It's about Miss Fucklaw. She was here." Betsy said, giving little squeezes with her buttocks. The pet immediately licked with a quicker pace, and she stopped.
"I know." Jenny said, "I was with my mother when a slave came to announce her."
Mister two arrived and knelt before Jenny.
"Lick my ass." Jenny commanded to him as she spread her legs slightly.
Mister Two glanced to Aaron quizzically. He really liked his new master, almost considering him as a friend. He was clearly asking him to react. After all, Aaron was her husband, that was his duty, his honour and pleasure to lick her. He couldn't understand why Aaron didn't lick her and he certainly didn't want to offence his friend.
Aaron looked at Jenny's ass shivering in anticipation. That couldn't be worse than what happened in the room, he had licked his own cum. Plus, he had fantasised about her, about her body, touching her in his day dream, licking her too. He was fully aware that he wanted it, despite the disgusting idea of licking an ass, he really wanted it. Plus, that was a good opportunity to show her his feelings, or at least his acceptance of his new status in her world.
He stopped Mister Two in his tracks as he was going to straddle her.
"That's my pleasure to lick your ass, honey." he said, "Nobody is going to do it anymore when I'm around." he added, pushing Mister Two apart.
Mister Two stepped back and knelt, relieved, then Aaron nuzzled between Jenny's buttocks without a word and tried to reach her ass crank with his face.
He quickly realised that was harder than he initially though. Her muscles were way too hard to be pushed apart without her consent. He didn't want to be rough with his love -as if he hadn't realised yet that he couldn't- so he just touched her ass cheeks gently with his hands and kissed them tenderly, waiting patiently at her goodwill. From time to time he licked them, as a way to let her know that he was really ready to go further but she continued to ignore him for a moment despite the fact that she was truly enjoying the tender kisses of her tiny lover.
Betsy continued.
"She crushed a slave in the hall and has ruined the floor. She almost killed this one" she said, motioning to Mister Two.
Aaron was busy on Jenny's butt, relaxing it under his soft caresses and long kisses. Finally, it relaxed completely. He pushed his face deeper. His jaws opened slowly, fighting against the flesh around them, and his tongue extended out of his mouth. As soon as he touched her ass crank, she flexed uncontrollably. Hopefully, it was a slight flex. Aaron jumped but he felt relieved instantly as she relaxed her ass completely again, offering him more room to nuzzle against her ass crank. He started to lick and, oddly, he found himself moaning as he did, he had just won his first challenge against her, at least that was what he thought. His strokes became harder and harder. His tongue started to hurt but he couldn't stop. He tried to push it in her ass hole. She was moaning too now. He felt her hand on his head. She grabbed it and pushed it deeper. He was pushed against her ass hole, he extended his tongue to its full length, exploring her hole with its tip, licking with care, then from time to time, swallowing his saliva melted to her juices. He hadn't realised yet, but he was fully erect. His cock was harder and bigger than ever, ready to explode in his shorts.
Meanwhile the two Amazons continued to talk and the conversation quickly focused on the cruel Miss Fucklaw.
"I wonder why she wants to see my mother" Jenny said, relocating unknowingly Aaron's face against her pussy.
For the small guy that was a dream come true and he didn't hesitate a split second, he started to lick her with care, honouring the delicious gift she was offering to him. He even used his small fingers to push her big labia apart and swallow the hot juices which had coated his face and were flowing between her legs.
"I don't know" Betsy answered, "but Aaron says that she was really upset. He was trembling when I arrived, as well as him." she added as she motioned to Mister Two.
"Fucklaw is a bitch" Jenny shouted, clearly annoyed by the behaviour of that huge Amazon toward her favourite.
Aaron stopped instantly his job and knelt between Jenny's huge thighs. The big girl glanced to him and smiled.
"I want to..." he started to say but she interrupted him almost instantly.
"Aaron... why don't you go and clean the gym with him?" she said, glancing to Mister Two, "I need to talk in private with my friend. Plus my mother wants to see you."
"But..."
Jenny put her long finger on his lips and he stopped on his tracks.
"Sure. I'm sorry, Jenny." he corrected himself. Then, he glanced to the minion kneeling on the floor and commanded...
"Mister Two, we have a work to do. Let's go."
Jenny smiled. She watched the two guys to leave and turned to her friend. She motioned to the pet between her legs.
"I don't want him to..."
Betsy didn't let her to finish.
"OK! OK!" she said, amused, as she clamped her huge thighs around her pet's ears, "He can't hear anymore. What's the matter? "
Jenny smiled and lied on the chair.
"Do you know what is a Maxima, Betsy? I mean... Do you know why they are so special?"
"Sure!" Betsy said, then she looked at her friend carefully. It was obvious that she was waiting for a more detailed answer, she continued, "They are taller, at least one feet taller than usual women, they are way stronger" she added, giggling and flexing her huge biceps, "... and very, very sexy."
"And..." Jenny continued, clearly indicating that there was something else.
"Oh! sure!... They are the higher cast in our society."
"And..." Jenny continued, looking at her friend quizzically, wondering if she was knowingly forgetting the sexual aspect of the Maxima. Maybe she didn't know? Jenny felt uneasy. Betsy was her best friend, she had to tell her the whole truth.
"Listen to me, Betsy. I'm going to tell you something which must remain secret." she said.
Betsy smiled then nodded, not really understanding the serious tone of her friend. Jenny approached her chair to her friend's one, sat close to her and touched her thigh tenderly.
"Do you heard about a right called 'Prima nocta' ?" she asked.
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chapter 14
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Meanwhile, in the mansion, Mister Two opened the door of the gym. The strong scent of Diana's and Jenny's sweat was still present in the room and the minion breathed deeply to inhale the more air he could get. Aaron smiled but he just realised that he was glad to smell Jenny's perfume when he entered the room. That was somehow reassuring.
"Oh, no! They have let the dumbbells on the floor." Mr. Two said, exasperated.
"So what?" Aaron asked, approaching to a dumbbell.
"You don't understand. We have to put them on the rack there!"
"So what is the problem?" he asked again.
"They're at least 100 lbs each!" The minion said, motioning to the closest one, "That is the problem."
Aaron looked a dumbbell at his feet. It was really huge. There was twenty plates weighting 10lbs each, the whole thing was about 220lbs counting the bar!
He quickly realised that it was impossible to lift it, at least alone. The thing was way too heavy. They should try together, each grabbing one side of the dumbbell. Sadly, the bar was completely full, there was no room remaining at the ends to grab it properly. The task could be more difficult than he expected.
Anyway, he tried to lift it, not really imagining that he could have the slightest chance to achieve it, but to estimate the weight. Of course, that was useless, he couldn't even move it.
The minion ignored him and pushed a 100lbs dumbbell to the rack, making it roll instead of trying to lift it which was obviously impossible to him. Aaron imitated him, then when he arrived close to the rack, he tried to lift the heavy dumbbell with both hands. Surprisingly, he managed to lift it. In fact, that was more like a deadlift. When the dumbbell reached his midsection, Aaron couldn't go any further. He feeble arms started to tremble and it was clear that he couldn't curl it even once, even less to lift it at eye level to put it on the rack. He let it fall on the floor.
Mister two pulled on a metallic arm. Aaron glanced to him. There was a sort of crane, a chain rolled around a pulley fixed to the ceiling. The minion unrolled the chain silently and attached it to the dumbbell.
"May you pull on the chain, Mister Aaron? I lead the dumbbell to its place."
Aaron did as Mister Two has suggested and the two guys managed to lift the dumbbell.
Even with the pulley, that wasn't easy. Firstly, because his thin arms didn't help much to the job, and he had to use his bodyweight to pull on the chain. Secondly, because the dumbbell was almost equal Aaron's bodyweight and the poor guy was propelled upward each time he tried to pull. In fact, he had to jump, grab the chain, and wait for the gravity to let him go down while the dumbbell slowly travelled up.
Mr. Two was accustomed to that cleaning routine, else, he would have probably burst out laughing.
Instead, he detached the chain peacefully then knelt before the second dumbbell while Aaron was looking at the weight, still panting.
"Do you want to try and lift it again, Mister?" the minion asked smiling, as he released the chain, now fixed to the dumbbell.
Aaron shrugged and jumped to grab the chain, the higher he could get, while Mister Two watched the dumbbell to take off and prevented it to swing carefully.
While he jumped silently a couple of times more, Aaron couldn't help but imagine Jenny lifting those huge weights and he wondered how strong she could be. When he came out of his revery, the dumbbell was stored on the rack.
Both guys lunged to the 220lbs dumbbells and pushed them, as they had just done with the other ones.
Surprisingly, this time, the dumbbells didn't move. They were so much sunk in the mat, that the thick material prevented them to roll. Without hesitation, they joined their forces to move them, one after the other. So, both pushing on a single dumbbell at a time, they managed to drive them to the rack.
Aaron looked at the pulley with a worried grin.
"That's useless, Two." he said, " That dumbbell is too heavy. You must weight 100lbs... Put together we are what? 210lbs?... This thing weighs 220lbs. That's mathematically impossible to lift it with a pulley. Even if we were strong enough, which I doubt, we aren't heavy enough. The dumbbell is heavier than us."
Mr. Two scratched his hair sceptically.
"I don't know, Mister."
"Believe me. You can't lift more than your own weight with a pulley, and we are only 210lbs."
Mr Two looked around, checking the benches, while Aaron tried to find a solution. He stopped before one of them, which was covered with sweat and what looked like white goo.
"I guess that we are supposed to clean it" Aaron said, looking around, searching for a rag or a sponge to clean the bench.
"It's OK! I'm going to lick it." Mr Two answered with a forced smile as he started to lick the bench. "That's Diana's pre-cum." he explained, licking eagerly.
Aaron felt repulsed but Mr Two continued his task peacefully. He even seemed to enjoy it.
"You have just licked Mistress Jenny's ass and you have enjoyed it." he said, wiping his lips with his sleeves, "... So don't look so shocked."
Aaron wanted to answer back but he didn't. Mr. Two had just knelt before him, his face against the floor. They weren't alone anymore!
Aaron could feel an overwhelming presence in the room. That wasn't Jenny. That was...
"Diana?" he asked as he turned toward her, hoping that he was going to meet her for the very first time.
He froze instantly when his gaze met her, or to be exact, the two huge pillars of muscles before him. In a split second, he realised with horror that he barely reached her crotch. He had always imagined her taller than Jenny but she was far beyond his expectations.
"Mistress Diana." she corrected in a so serious tone that Aaron gulped.
He looked up to her eyes sheepishly but his gaze was blocked by her large bosom, preventing him to see her face. His vision was surrounded by massive muscles everywhere. He stood there petrified until he felt a hand lifting him off the floor and carrying him on a bench against the wall. Even there, standing on the bench, he barely reached her nipples -he could tell because they were clearly visible through the tight dress. He tried to step back instinctively but the wall prevented him to move.
He saw her face, finally, when he dared to look at her. He felt immediately reassured and smiled to her.
Diana was almost identical to her daughter. The similitude was stunning except, maybe, that her jaws were a bit more angular, and her cheeks were stronger, which gave her a more intimidating look, but he was accustomed now to be intimidated. What else would you expect from an Amazon like her ? She was born to intimidate men. And he seemed to be reborn in that world to be intimidated his whole lifetime.
"You're skinnier than I remembered." she said, sizing him carefully, "Take off your shirt so I could check your puny muscles."
Aaron felt deeply humiliated hearing this but he remained silent and complied.
He had obviously lost a few pounds since he had remained asleep during his travel, but he remembered those days when he was preparing the mission, where he was fit and had a pretty good endurance.
He took off his shirt, trying to hide his discomfort, but he couldn't help but stare at Diana's arms, and that made him nervous. She noticed instantly.
"Are you skinny." she said, grabbing his upper arm between her thumb and her forefinger then massaging it carefully, "I guess your arms are barely eleven inches... probably ten inches in girth." she added, then she grabbed the two 220lbs dumbbells which were still on the floor and curled them twice before she let them on the rack. "Mine are way bigger, as you can see" she commented, winking to him and flexing her huge biceps before his eyes, "Do you like them?"
"Y... Y... Yes, Mistress." he managed to say nervously.
Diana smiled to him. "You're so sexy, slave. I figure easily why my daughter loves you." she said, grabbing his pants by the rim and starting to unbutton them slowly.
"My name is Aaron, Mistress." he managed to say. Diana smiled.
She continued peacefully to unbutton the pants. He looked down at her arms and gulped at the view of the big pumped muscles. She moved her long and sexy fingers expertly. Her hands on his crotch reminded him the girl in the shop. She seemed to find him very attractive. She said that he was so skinny, so sexy. Aaron suddenly realised that calling him 'puny' or 'skinny' was, in fact, a compliment. He looked at Diana in the eyes and smiled timidly.
The huge woman returned the smile and pulled his pants to his ankles, then, sliding her large hand between his bony legs, she lifted him off the bench and threw the pants away, handling him like a puppet.
"Did you ever heard about the 'prima nocta', Aaron?" she asked, letting him on the bench again.
"No... I mean 'yes'... but why are you asking?"
She ripped his briefs apart and threw them on the floor.
"Because I'm going to take you, Aaron." she said, looking at his small pecker and trying to hide a surprised smile. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. Not that she really cared, but she had promised to Jenny.
"Take me?... What do you mean?" he asked.
"I'm going to fuck you. That's what I mean." she answered as she pulled her dress over her head and threw it to the floor, next to his clothes, at Mr. Two's feet. The slave took the clothes and folded them carefully before he let them on a bench. Diana motioned him to leave and he left the room without a word.
She remained completely naked, except for the hight heels she was wearing, which made her rock hard calves to jut out, and gave surprisingly feminine curves to her muscular legs. Aaron stared at her without a word and she pulled him to her. He fall on the floor, standing before her gigantic legs. He couldn't help but to look up to her crotch. Her strong muscles prevented him to see her pussy completely but he realised instantly that she was already wet. She spread her legs slowly to lower her clit to his mouth level then rubbed it with her forefinger, inviting him to take it in his mouth. But Aaron couldn't help but think about Jenny. He was sure, now, that he loved her, and he didn't want to cheat on her, moreover with her own mother. He tried to step back to find out that he was trapped against the bench.
"I can't do that, Mistress. I love Jenny and..."
"Take it!" she commanded in a menacing tone.
Aaron complied and took the juicy flesh in his mouth.
"That's it... I will tell Jenny how obedient and how cute you are. She will be proud of you."
Despite the numerous and contradictory feelings he was experiencing, the warm sensation his tongue was giving him felt very good. He was licking timidly at first, then, the more he licked, the more he tried to apply pressure on her flesh which was almost unnoticed by the huge Amazon. He even moaned from time to time, obviously aroused by that woman who could crush him at any moment unknowingly. He sucked hungrily on her clit, yet she didn't react. He couldn't hear her, he couldn't feel her shivering, he couldn't feel the slightest movement of her Amazonian body. That was truly frustrating. He looked up, seeing nothing else that muscles and tits, then he looked back to her clit and plunged his face furiously against her wet pussy. His teeth encircled her meaty clit then he bit her. She moaned softly, muffling her pleasure with her lips. He felt a surprising joy at her reaction and he moaned too, realising he could please her, even with his insignificant body. He bit her again, harder. She shivered but she remained silent, instead, she grabbed his head and pushed it against her, soaking his whole face with her abundant juices and taking care to insert her clit in his mouth.
Aaron squirmed. He hadn't take a sufficient breath and was lacking of air. He tried to free himself. That was useless, she was way too strong. He started to hit her on her thighs and abdominals. She moaned again.
"Oh, yes! Continue! Don't stop!" she said rubbing his face against her pussy, "Breath slowly... Use your nose... MUMMMM!!"
Aaron gagged.
That wasn't only the big amount of juices. Her clit seemed to grow bigger and bigger. He stopped to pound her. She kept him in place.
"In case you're wondering... YES... my clit is growing." she said, relaxing a bit to feel the juicy appendage to fill his mouth slowly.
"It's not only growing, love..." she added, keeping Aaron in place as he gagged loudly, "It's lubricating your mouth, your throat, then all your frail body with my pre-cum."
Aaron tried to tell something but he couldn't, a long spurt of hot juices invaded his mouth and flowed down his throat. At that very moment Diana started to push his head back and forth, and he visualised him, giving her a blow-job. That was odd. But, the more he tried to erase that vision of his mind, the more he visualised it. He tried to focus his gaze on her clit, but he couldn't, that was all blurr. Then he felt another spurt and her throbbing clit lengthened, going down his throat. He gagged loudly. This time, long droplets of juices ran down his chin and fell to the floor. She drove him in and out a couple of times more and her long appendage grew a couple of inches almost immediately. Aaron tried instinctively to swallow and closed his mouth on her meaty clit. She moaned, obviously pleasured, and pushed him away from her, letting her long shaft to slide off his mouth slowly. She did it very slowly, controlling the whole move, to allow him to figure its full length. As she did, he grabbed it in his hands, sizing it and feeling it. He gagged again as she shoot another stream of juices in his throat. His whole mouth was filled out and he puked loudly a thick white goo.
"Pre-cum, love. Don't waste it." she said, closing his mouth around her big she-cock and keeping it closed until he swallowed the whole shot, "It will help your body to accommodate to my cock when it reach its full length."
Aaron hands pushed on the big shaft. It was already huge and he couldn't imagine it any bigger. He had to push it out of his mouth.
That wasn't an easy task because of the huge amount of juices lubricating the pole. She held it in place easily. His hands slipped and his thumbs entered accidentally her wet vagina. She moaned even louder than before.
Instantly, Aaron felt the big cock to lengthen and something pushing his thumbs outward. He was trying to find out what, when there was a squishy sound and something came out of her vagina with a loud 'POP'. His hands grabbed the whole thing which he recognized immediately as balls. A huge pair of balls. He tried his best to take the cock out of his mouth, not really knowing if he was disgusted or scared. No way! The thing was way too big now and was stretching his jaws dangerously. He couldn't move them, they were now wide open like if he had a tennis ball in his mouth. That was starting to be painful and he pounded on her abs again, with the same result. She moaned loudly and pushed her cock in his mouth. It bent slowly as it went down, sliding in his throat delicately as it was allowed to enter. Obviously, the pre-cum had already achieved to modify his cells, making the guy nerves, bones and muscles more resistant, more flexible, and more important, less sensible to the unbelievable pain he would have experienced.
Aaron wasn't really conscious of what was happening. He just remained there hanging on her she-cock which was stiffening and lifting him off the floor in the process.
Diana grabbed her nipples and pulled her heavy tits apart, allowing her to see the little guy hanging on her shaft.
When she checked that he was hold tightly, she walked to the full length mirror on the wall and looked at their reflects. He was hanging a foot off the floor, his arms holding her cock firmly, probably trying to decrease the tension in his neck. She smiled.
"Let me to help you, love" she said, grabbing his waist with both hands and using him as a sex toy to jerk her meaty cock. She pulled him in and out for a long moment, looking at him through the mirror. She was obviously enjoying it. Him, on the contrary, seemed to be senseless.
He remained silent all the way long -of course- , looking at her with an odd inexpressive gaze, until she reached her orgasm roaring like a wild beast, and let him to slide down along her long cock. He fell on the floor carelessly and remained in a pool of white goo almost senseless for a moment. He tried to tell something but he gagged and vomited a bowl of hot semen.
She helped him on his feet and held him facing the mirror. He didn't recognize himself. His face was distorted, his jaw dislocated, even his shoulders had an awkward shape. She smiled seeing his horrified grin and reassured him while she stroked her enormous cock.
"Don't worry." she said, relocating his jaw with her free hand, "Everything is going to be OK in a couple of hours...That's the pre-cum effect, you are more flexible and elastic, that prevent you to be dislocated or ripped in half." she added, lifting him off the floor by the jaw while she rubbed the tip of her cock against his asshole.
"Now, let me to pleasure you, love." she said reassuringly. With that, she sat him on top of her cock and his asshole expanded slowly around her shaft. As soon as she released him, the gravity did the rest, he started to slide down until his buttocks pounded on her balls.
He emitted a soft cry, mostly surprise, because he couldn't feel any pain, only pleasure. She caressed his hair and he moaned. Against all odds, he was enjoying it. He started to swing on her cock slowly, clearly wanting to feel it better. That was a strange feeling but so pleasurable. He begged her.
"Please, Mistress. Help me! I want to fuck you!" he asked, kissing her tits hungrily
Diana smiled at the statement. She just couldn't imagine a guy fucking a girl. That was a nonsense.
"Grab my nipples" she proposed, as she brushed her hair with her fingers, looking at her in the mirror, and keeping him against her with one hand.
Aaron did as she suggested and pulled him up and down a couple of times. The pleasure was intense and he moaned loudly, nuzzling in her cleavage. But his pitiful arms were too feeble to allow him to do these kind of pull-ups hanging on her nipples.
He let him to slide down almost crying.
"Please, Mistress, please! Help me!" he asked again between pants and sobs.
Diana tied her blond hair and put her hands on her hips.
"Help you! What for?"
"For me to... fuck you, Mistress. Please!" He answered sheepishly, realising how pitiful he was.
"You can't fuck me, love" she said, amused, "... but I can help you to be fucked." she corrected, "Is that what you want?"
Aaron realised the awkwardness of the situation and started to cry. "Yes, Mistress. Please. That's what I want... I want you to fuck me."
He couldn't see her. That was too frustrating to Diana, so she turned him to face the mirror and commanded him to grab her nipples again to catch his balance.
She put her hands on her hips again and looked at him.
This time, he could see him for the very first time since they have started their sexual intercourse. He was literally impaled on her huge cock, his legs dangling each side of her big balls, and was trying to keep his balance holding her nipples. Then he realised.
"But... But... But you're really fucking me!" he shouted to her through the reflect in the mirror.
Diana laughed loudly.
"Of course, I'm fucking you!" she replied back, "And you're loving it." she added.
As to emphasize, she grabbed him by the waist and started to slide him up and down her cock effortlessly. He muffled a cry of surprise then closed his eyes to enjoy that crazy new feelings. He was in heaven, moaning louder and louder in Diana's strong hands. In no time, he started to squirm like a worm and he ejaculated like never, sending the full load against the large mirror.
Diana continued to pump him, in and out carefully, thinking that was only pre-cum, not realising he had just came until he passed out in her hands.
She looked at the small spot of cum to slide down the mirror and realised that was nothing compared to her woman cum. She felt a thrill through her Amazonian body, realising again -as if needed- the huge difference between her and that pitiful guy from the twentieth century. Her veiny cock started to throb again. That was too much and she came instantly. She held him firmly and filled out his ass with her hot cum. The thick goo flowed out of his ruined ass, running down her cock and coating her huge balls as she pulled him away.
She threw him across the room carelessly, knowing very well that the pre-cum effect was still protecting him. The goo, which was falling to the floor in long droplets, suddenly splashed on the mirror forcefully, as she experienced another set of powerful spasms.
Then, she remained there a moment, facing the mirror, panting heavily, watching her heavy bosom to go up and down as she breathed, flexing her abs, admiring her huge quads, flexing her herculean biceps, while her thick cock disappeared in her vagina. With that, she lunged to the shower without a single glance to Aaron, who lied unconscious on the floor.
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chapter 15
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When he woke up, Aaron was lying on Jenny's bed. His vision was blurry and he had no idea where he was. Nevertheless her delicate perfume, melted to her warm breath, relaxed him instantly, she was here with him, that was enough to calm him down. He had nothing to fear. Her scent was somehow as reassuring as her strong and massive muscles.
"Good morning, honey." she said as she approached him.
"What happened to me, Miss?... I mean, Jenny... Honey?" he asked, " I feel like a squirrel hit by a truck. I can't remember anything and..."
She bent forward to kiss him, crushing the poor guy unknowingly under her heavy tits.
"Don't worry, honey. It's all fine." she answered, smashing her perfect lips on his, and giving him a little peck.
Aaron, closed his eyes, enjoying the tender kiss she was offering him like he never enjoyed a kiss. That was a gift, a hint -if not a proof- that she was caring him, and maybe, that she was loving him.
"Don't worry about what happened to you." she said sitting close to him on the bed, "You will recover the memory sooner or later. Now, honey, you wanted to report me something about Miss Fucklaw... Tell me, hon. Did she annoy you?" she added, grabbing his tiny hand and letting it on her muscular thigh, then caressing it tenderly between her thumb and her forefinger.
"Miss Fucklaw? Yes, I mean 'No', she didn't annoy me when she came here but..."
Jenny stopped her caresses as he stopped talking and she looked at him quizzically, summoning him to continue.
"I recognized her." he said, "She's the woman who molested me in the lift and sent me to the hospital."
"What?" she exclaimed, "That bitch?... How did she dare?" she added standing up, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure." He answered, staring at his unbelievable girlfriend.
She was wearing a tight red dress which seemed like a second skin on her muscular frame. The cloth was very short, barely covering her panties. It had a deep neckline and no sleeves. Aaron looked at the dress carefully. There was something odd. That was the first time she was wearing it, but somehow, it sounded familiar.
She was clenching her fists and her arms were tensed to a point where big veins appeared under her smooth skin. Even her shoulders seemed more defined, not only he could clearly see the different parts of the deltoids but he could even distinguish each fibre of the different muscles.
He glanced to her. She was clenching her teeth. Her face seemed harder and more angular. She reminded him Diana.
'That's the same dress that Diana was wearing when I met her for real' he though.
Then that hit him. In a split second, he remembered the whole scene, him cleaning the gym, Diana, the dress, the huge co...
Aaron froze instantly. He wasn't sure anymore. Fucked by a huge female cock? That couldn't be possible!
Then, thinking about it, he didn't care if he had been fucked roughly by Diana. He had enjoyed it. No. He was just wondering if that was a dream. He was wondering if all the girls in that world could be the same, specially Jenny. He just imagined Jenny with a big hard cock and his little pecker reacted instantly, hardening and thickening to a point that it could have ripped his briefs apart.
Jenny didn't notice. She was clearly upset by the behaviour of her professor, and she was probably thinking about a way to get a proper revenge. She brushed against her thick nipple with her thumb and a hologram of Diana appeared close to her.
"Hi, mum!" she said by rote.
"Hi, Jen! How is he going? I hope I hadn't been too rude with him."
"He's fine, mum, he's fine." she said, smiling timidly as well as realising that he was staring at her strangely. His gaze was travelling continuously from her eyes to her crotch. There was no doubt about his interrogations. She ignored him for a moment and focused on her call.
"I know who brutalized him, mum... Yes... Sure... Miss Fucklaw, that bitch!" she announced.
There was a long silence, then the hologram disappeared without any warning.
Jenny glanced to Aaron with a satisfied smile, the affair was in good hands now. Nothing was going to stop her mother in her way to punish the aggressor of her minion.
"I assume that you want to ask me something else, don't you?" she demanded both amused and anxious, not aware yet of the feelings of her little man.
Aaron didn't answer, but he nodded silently.
Jenny approached close to the bed and put her hands on her hips.
"Tell me, honey. What do you want to ask me?... Is that about what happened two days ago?" she asked, knowing perfectly what he wanted to ask her.
"Two days ago?"
"Yes. When you met mum in the gym." she said. She sat next to him and continued "You passed out and I carried you here."
"You mean that I was sleeping during two days?"
"And a half..." she corrected.
He looked at her, dumbfounded, for a moment. Then, his gaze went from her eyes to her crotch again.
She couldn't to ignore it indefinitely. She took a long breath, looking toward the ceiling, and mumbled a timid 'Yes'.
"Yes?" he asked, wondering what she had in mind.
"The answer to your question..." she replied, "Yes, she has one... Now, I want you to answer honestly. Did you enjoy it, Aaron?" she asked, visibly troubled.
Aaron felt incredibly guilty. He would have liked to tell her that he didn't enjoy it, but that was a lie. He had really enjoyed to be fucked unconscious by the huge Amazon. He looked at Jenny for a moment then started to answer, sure he was that she could understand. In fact, he hoped they were building a strong trustful relationship and he certainly didn't want to ruin it.
"Yes, I did..." he confessed, " I tried to argue but your mother is so powerful. I couldn't stop her... You know it." he said, "Then, i realised how much she looks like you. I mean she has the same blue eyes, the same lovely nose, the same hair. She looked like you. I just imagined that was you... I had the better sex in my life... That was wonderful." he added lowering his gaze to the floor, not daring to look at her anymore.
Jenny smiled broadly.
"In case you're wondering if I have a retractile cock myself, the answer is 'Yes, hun, I got one'? All the Maxima do. I just expect you're glad to hear that." she said, looking at him carefully.
Then she put her long forefinger on his lips, as he was going to say something, and prevented him to answer. "If you prefer, I can keep it hidden." she added, standing up before him.
Aaron, knelt on the bed and firmly encircled one of her huge thighs with his tiny arms, as if he could prevent her to leave. She could have dragged him across the mansion without even noticing but she preferred to stop and wait. He rubbed his cheek against her huge hamstrings, moaning softly, enjoying the feeling of the hard muscles on his tender body, smelling her strong and addictive perfume, then he answered timidly, "No, no, please... Just be yourself. You're a Maxima, act as a Maxima" he said, "... That's the way I love you."
Jenny closed her eyes and small tears ran down her cheeks which she prevented to fall by tilting her head slightly. She wiped them discreetly, she didn't want Aaron to notice.
He had started to kiss her legs tenderly. She remained quiet and tried to enjoy it despite the urge she had to grab him in her arms and kiss him wildly. Aaron didn't realise it, he continued to caress and kiss her until he reached the lower hem of the dress, then he pulled it upward without asking her, he uncovered her sexy glutes, and continued to kiss her carefully. He was lost in a revery. A day dream in which the loving Amazon was probably covering his frail body with her amazing muscles, in a very sensual, caring and loving hug. If he had been more attentive, he had probably noticed she was wishing the same thing at that very moment. That could have been for real and probably settled their love forever.
Instead, Jenny took his arms away and faced him. He glanced to her quizzically. She smiled at the sight of his cute face asking for more.
"Stand up!" she commanded, keeping her mouth ajar sexily, in an obvious provocative way, clearly inviting him to kiss her on the lips. Aaron stood up immediately and approached his face feverishly, instantly aroused by the sight of his mistress in such a provocative pose. Sadly, even standing on the bed, he didn't reach her juicy and sexy lips. He grabbed the strings of her dress and pulled himself up to her, missing his goal, but making her to hoist him in the air, while he could kiss her properly.
After a long, hot and juicy kiss, he was released on the bed. She pulled down her dress, rearranging it sensually, then she went to the door.
"Take a nap, hun. I must go to school now and you need to refill your little body with energy." she said, winking at him sexily and disappearing with the grace of an angel despite of her Amazonian frame.
Aaron stood up quickly and ran after her.
"Jenny! Jenny!" he shouted.
The towering Amazon stopped in her tracks and looked at him amused, as he tried to encircle her thighs with his tiny arms.
In her high platforms, the hem of her dress was rubbing his hair. She teasingly pulled the cloth above his head and covered it. Then, she opened her legs slightly, tensing the cloth on purpose. This had two effects, firstly that pushed his face firmly against her crotch, secondly that kept him trapped downthere.
"Who's calling?" she teased, "Is there anybody there?"
"That's not funny" he managed to say between her mammoth legs, "I just wanted to kiss you goodbye."
"Oh! I see. So what are you waiting? Kiss me, stupid." she answered laughing.
Aaron complied and kissed her passionately, kissing her pussy instead of her mouth. Her clit was her tongue, her labias her lips. He didn't care really, as soon as he pleased her, he could do anything. He performed the more sensual French kiss of his whole life, then he stopped after a while, only to catch his breath.
She released him, lifting her dress slightly, and hoisted him in the air.
"I'm late for school, hun, and you can't come with me. You're still too weak." she stated, " Instead, I want you to do my maths. Do you want to do them for me?"
"Sure! Anything you want."
Jenny smiled, still hoisting him at arm length, "The stones are in my suite. You will find the exercises easily" she said, "By the way, there is a new set of pics in the stones. You're authorized to materialize one of them if you want." she said giggling.
Aaron remembered the huge hologram in the center of Jenny's room and a thrill crossed his body. The sudden shaking was so intense that it was more than enough to make his oversized underpants to slide down his thin legs, just as his little pecker started to spring to life.
Jenny laughed loudly and let him on the floor. "I see you like the idea." she teased, crouching and pulling his briefs up again. She rubbed his hair tenderly then left, giggling like a little girl.
Aaron ran to Jenny's room without messing a single second. He went directly to her desk, jumped on the chair, and inserted one of the two stones remaining on the desk in the matching hole.
"Oh!" he mumbled, a bit disappointed, "... The maths. Well, maybe I should do the maths first." he though. Then, he started to read the first exercise. Of course, that was useless, his blurred mind was desperately occupied by the vision of Jenny's body materialized in the middle of the room. He decided to try the other stone. After all, he had all the day long to do the maths. He switched the stones and started to search in the folders. It wasn't long before he found the new set of pics, it was called 'From Maxima with Love'.
Aaron eyes almost fell of their sockets. On each picture, there was Jenny, naked, exposing her herculean anatomy in sexy poses, flexing her huge muscles, driving the sight of the viewer on the right spots. Her gaze was hooked to the camera, provocative, almost hypnotic, as if she wanted to say something to him. Her crotch was gracefully hidden by an adequate pose or a thick limb, letting his imagination to complete the scene, forcing his boiling brain to focus on that part of the picture as well. That was until he reached the twentieth and last picture. She was facing the camera with a teasing smile, standing on her high heels, her hands on her hips, flexing her huge quads, flaring her lats, and on top of that, exposing her fully erected she-cock proudly. Aaron jumped off his chair, almost falling backward, trembling, not really knowing what he was feeling at that very moment. Surprise? Fear? Admiration? Lust? Jealousy? Maybe both. He couldn't keep his eyes off the huge cock, trying to realise how big it was, that was incredible.
Unknowingly, he grabbed his own cock through the underpants to size it and compare, there was no contest. He was about to approach his hand to the picture when he heard footsteps distinctly. He pulled the stone out of its socket and faced to the door.
"Who's there?" he asked, just as Diana appeared in the doorframe, "Oh! That's you Mistress. I'm sorry, I didn't..."
"It's OK." she interrupted him, "Come here!"
Aaron complied. Diana lunged to the hall and he followed her silently. She was walking with a good pace and he had to run behind her to remain at her feet. He was mesmerized by her only presence. He didn't knew where he was going. He didn't care. He just had to follow her, and that was exactly what he was doing. He was obeying, as expected. Maybe, he felt a bit sad, realising he was thinking and acting as a slave, but the sight of the perfect beauty before him reassured him. He had certainly done the right choice.
Diana stopped. They were outside, a cab was waiting. The fresh air whipped his bare body and he shivered. Then, he realised he was going to leave the mansion almost naked.
"But, I'm in my underpants!" he said, pointing to the cab.
Diana grabbed them and ripped them off.
"Not anymore," she said, throwing the ruined cloth away. She grabbed Aaron, who was now completely naked, encircling his waist with one big hand, and stepped in the cab with him.
The cab started immediately and Aaron glanced to the huge Amazon as she deposited him at her feet.
"May I ask where we are going, Mistress?"
She ignored him while she unpacked a small box nervously. Then, she threw him a spandex bodysuit.
"Wear this. We are going to the court. You need a decent outfit, this one is perfect."
"But there is no underwears."
"You don't need any."
"May I ask why we are going to the court, Mistress?"
Diana glanced to him but she didn't answer. He felt uneasy and lowered his gaze, focusing his interest in concealing his puny limbs in a suit which was obviously too tight for him. The huge Amazon watched him to struggle against the tissue for a moment. When he finally achieved to pull it up to his calves, she helped him on his feet between her legs.
"You guys are so useless sometimes"
She hold him in place with one hand on his shoulder and pulled the cloth up until it covered his legs entirely. Aaron winced, preventing a loud shout of pain to escape of his sealed lips. The pain was unbearable. The material was stretched to its very limit and was crushing his feeble muscles against the bones with such a force that Aaron though he would lose his legs forever.
Diana waited a moment patiently, adjusting the tissue, letting him time enough to regain his composure. Meanwhile Aaron realized than the worst was coming, she had to pull the cloth over his torso, and he started to cry silently.
"Take a good breath." she commanded, pulling him closer and burying his head deep in her cleavage, "Hold on my nipples."
Then, without any other comment, she pulled up the tissue, modelling the shape of his torso with the suit. She felt a light blow between her tits, which made her to giggle, as the air was expelled from his tiny lungs, and a little squeeze on her nipples.
For him, that was accompanied with excruciating pain and he began to struggle to free himself from the pressure of the cloth. He wiggled uselessly under her heavy tits but she kept him firmly in place, his weak arms being of no use against her. He weakened desperately while she checked her manicured fingernails, then he stopped quickly his futile squirming. Diana relaxed her thick pectorals and watched him to slide down between her tits and along her hard abs. She hoisted him delicately and laid him on one of her thighs, his legs dangling each side of her thick quads. He remained there a moment, silently, trying to recover his breath, trying to have a full breath without success. The cloth was too tight and he went soon to the conclusion that he couldn't. He had to accommodate to a new way of breathing, more subtle, more efficient. She smiled tenderly as she assumed what he had just realised, and she massaged his middle section gently, allowing the air to penetrate his pressured lungs more easily. He closed his eyes, truly enjoying, for the very first time, the smooth feeling of the air entering his lungs. A feeling which was enhanced by the soft but strong touch of the amazing beauty who was under, before and above him simultaneously. He was completely and literally surrounded by her protective presence and somehow he feel relieved.
Diana finished to cloth him, adjusting the sleeves on his bony arms then zipping the suit on his back. She knew he was still experiencing a tremendous pain. She reassured him with a wide smile.
"That worth it" she said, wiping his cheeks motherly, "You're very elegant like this. See by yourself".
She took him in her arms, like a baby, and rocked him slowly in front of the separation glass, letting his cheek to rub her big reassuring tits intentionally. That way, he could easily see his reflect on the glass. He stared silently.
With that black suit on, which looked like a tuxedo paint on his bare skin, he seemed even skinnier than usual. His soft muscles were compressed against the bones, almost disappearing under the pressure of the cloth. His joints were clearly showing off, highlighting the lack of flesh on his limbs and on his ribs.
He counted his ribs by rote without even realising how apparent they were. He stared at his narrow shoulders, sizing them, comparing them to Diana's ones, his gaze going here and there, wandering on his skinny body, accepting silently his new appearance, almost liking it, realising he was becoming a real weakling and, oddly, a sort of Adonis, according to this world tastes.
"Do you think Jenny is going to like it?" he asked with a trembling voice.
"Everybody is going to like it, honey. Jenny even more."
He remained silent, looking at his reflect on the glass, at what he was becoming, wondering, once more, if he had a real place in this world. Maybe he should return to the twentieth century.
He glanced to Diana through the glass and nestled against her. Maybe he should, but he wasn't really sure.
Later, at the court...
As soon as the cab stopped, Diana stepped of the large vehicle which creaked loudly, relieved as it was from the tremendous weight of the Amazon. She readjusted her dress and without a glance, she addressed to Aaron, "Remain a step behind me. No less, no more, no matter the circumstance." she said, offering him the end of a chain to hold.
Aaron nodded, grabbing the chain by the small loop at its end, not really caring that she wasn't even looking at him.
He followed her, taking quick glimpses all around. It was obvious that there was a special event here, all the women were dressed exactly like Diana. They had short white dresses, reminding him the ones of the ancient Greeks except they were shorter and way sexier. They were very thin too, so thin that they were almost transparent when the sun caressed them, offering to everybody a full view of their titanic thighs. The clothes were adorned with golden belts and matching stilettos which tried to conceal gracefully enormous calves within their glistening laces. Many of these ladies, glanced to him with wide smiles, a couple of them even blew him a kiss, making him both intrigued and intimidated.
Now, he had to jump to follow Diana through the stairs leading to the entrance. Keeping her pace wasn't an easy task, as the steps were clearly designed for Amazons, they were higher than his knees. He hold firmly the chain and Diana pulled him up unknowingly through the stairs. Finally, they reached the entrance, Diana slowed down a bit as everybody was trying to enter, Aaron followed her as demanded, walking through a forest of huge legs rubbing against him, caressing him, pushing him, sending him from left to right without care. He glanced to Diana, looking for help, but she wasn't looking at him, she had started to walk again. He remained behind her, not realising that was for his own security. No. He did it because she had demanded. He followed her carefully until they arrived to the entrance of the courtroom. There, she pointed to a trapdoor, the men entrance. Aaron knelt immediately and disappeared through the trap as Diana entered the courtroom.
Aaron couldn't believe what he was just seeing. The trap led directly to the courtroom as well, except that was under a thick glass floor just above him. He couldn't stand up, there was no room enough. Around him, all men were kneeling, seemingly just below their mistresses. Above him, a few Amazons were chatting peacefully, staring at the males under them with large smiles. The other ones were looking for a place to sit on chairs which were molded directly on the transparent floor. Aaron recognized Diana at the first row, chatting with someone, and he instinctively approached her.
"Jenny?" he exclaimed as he reached the Amazons, "Is that you?"
There was no answer. Obviously they couldn't hear him through the thick glass. In fact, he realised that he couldn't hear them neither. He sat below Jenny's beautiful ass and looked around, above him. Almost the Amazons were sitting now and there was a full row of perfect, round, sexy asses before his eyes. He gulped loudly. Despite of the lust he was feeling, somehow, that was truly humiliating.
There was a loud whistle and everybody stood up as the judge entered the courtroom. The women didn't move an inch, remaining straight, looking forward, keeping their thick arms down along their body. The men were standing as well, and Aaron imitated them. They had their faces stuck to the chairs above them, flaring their tongues on the warm glass, waiting for their mistresses to sit again. When they did, they all knelt again under them. That world was crazy! Guys seemed to live only to be humiliated by the girls.
Aaron looked up to Jenny. She had spread her legs a bit and was smiling down to him. He smiled in return then she focused on the trial.
For a long moment, there was no sound around him, no speaker, no chat, nothing, until ...
"Miss Fucklaw..." The judge said with her strong voice, "... I don't need to remind you that, after murder and children's abuse, molesting a woman's favorite is the third crime which is severely punished by law. There is no doubt that you have hurt the complainant's favorite, on purpose, when he was following her Mistress through the campus. According to the law..."
"I didn't!... Nobody can prove it!" Miss Fucklaw replied back.
Diana stood up with rage, "Bullshit!".
"Silence!" The judge shouted, hammering her desk forcefully, "Maxima Diana, I summon you to keep quiet during the judgement."
"I beg your pardon Madam." she said, sitting back on her seat but keeping her raging eyes glued on Miss Fucklaw's cold ones.
The judge continued, "According to the law, the tribunal declares Miss Evilena Fucklaw guilty." she declared, glancing to her, "Miss Fucklaw, from now on, you're destitute of your rights." she added, smiling as she took off her glasses,
Miss Fucklaw smiled, she didn't bother about her rights, and she felt obviously relieved. Diana stood up trembling, tightening her big fists, glancing to her menacingly.
Surprisingly, the judge continued "...Moreover, according to the gravity of..."
"What? This is a joke! " Miss Fucklaw replied.
That didn't stop the judge, "... according to the gravity of the crime, you're sentenced to receive a full dose of male hormones, enslaved, and offered as compensation to Miss Jenny Maxima Carter for use as she sees fit. Ladies, the court is adjourned."
"No! No! Noooooo!"
Two huge Amazons wearing black uniforms grabbed Miss Fucklaw by her arms. They lead her to an exit without any care and closed the door behind them.
Jenny lunged to Diana and nestled her pretty face in her mother's cleavage as she hugged her forcefully.
"Thank you, mum." she said, kissing her mother's ample bosom.
Diana caressed her daughter's blonde hair motherly, looking at Aaron who was kneeling below them in the space reserved to men. She motioned him to join the exit and walked to the door herself, keeping her daughter nestled in her arms.
"Stand up, Aaron." she said, releasing Jenny of her embrace when she joined him, "... and kiss your Mistress like a good boy." she added pointing to her daughter.
Aaron glanced to Jenny as he was standing up. She nodded, so he lifted the hem of her dress, plunged his face under it, and kissed her pussy hungrily like he has done earlier today.
Diana watched carefully, obviously amused by his futile attempts to encircle Jenny's muscular thighs. She stared at her daughter face relaxing as he continued to kiss her, and she wondered why she didn't do that anymore. Jenny was enjoying it for sure and he was enjoying it too - that was easy to tell as his bodysuit was forming a big tent pole on his crotch. Maybe that was a good thing to try with her hubby.
"I need to return to school, mum." Jenny said, "May you bring him back home? I don't want him to be molested again, he's too cute with that suit on." she asked pulling Aaron from under her dress and waving 'goodbye' to her mother.
"Sure." Diana answered, driving the little guy between her own legs and under her dress, "Stay here while I talk to the judge, Aaron."
As soon as Jenny disappeared, the judge approached and embraced Diana.
"How are you, Diana?"
"Jenny is happy. That bitch is going to pay. All is finished. I'm fine." she replied smiling, " How are you going, Elena?"
"I'm fine too. I was just hoping to see him. I really had loved to meet a guy from the twentieth century." she said.
Diana smiled.
"I'm in the hurry, now, maybe later. I promised Jenny to carry him home."
"Where is he?" the judge asked. Diana pointed between her legs and Elena burst out laughing. She crouched before Diana and looked at Aaron. He was on his tiptoes, trying to reach Diana's pussy with his tongue, failing pitifully because of the Amazon high heels. She grabbed his obvious erected cock and pulled him out of the shadow to a better view.
"He's so puny! He's adorable. I understand why Jenny loves him that much." she said, smiling to Diana. Then, she glanced to him, "You're very lucky, Aaron. You're in good hands. Jenny is really a nice girl and I'm sure that she's a wonderful Mistress.".
She squeezed his little pecker playfully and she stood up
"Take care, Diana." she said as she lunged between the rows of chairs.
"See you later, Elena."
The judge stopped in her tracks and glanced to Diana.
"By the way, Jenny will receive her cumbag in a couple of months. Maybe I could bring her myself, so I could chat with him."
Diana smiled and nodded.
Aaron, who had returned between the towering Amazon's legs, smiled to himself, "Does she just say 'cumbag' instead of scumbag? This judge is funny."
Diana let the golden leash to hang before his eyes, "It's time to go home." she announced.
"May I ask something, Mistress?"
"Of course."
"That was a very quick arrest. A very quick trial too. How is that possible?"
Diana smiled.
"Well, to be honest. When Jenny called me a little while ago, I was already aware."
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just after the trial...
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chapter 16
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As soon as Diana arrived home, she called her slaves with her strong commanding voice. A couple of them appeared from nowhere in a split second and they knelt silently at her feet, waiting for orders. Diana looked at them then pointed her long forefinger to the bigger one.
"Prepare the gym for my workout... Pectorals day..." she said calmly.
"Yes, Mistress." he answered as he stood up and lunged to the staircase leading to the gym.
"You!" she said, pointing to the other guy. "Prepare me a shake... Chocolate... Double dose. Bring it to the gym."
The guy nodded, "Yes, Mistress." and he went to the kitchen without adding a word.
"Aaron, Jenny is coming back soon. She probably asked you to do something." she said, massaging her skull slowly, spreading her long hair on her broad shoulders while it slided between her thick biceps and her forearms, " Do it now!"
"No! I must..."
He never could tell what he had in mind, CRACK! Her hand hit him with lightening speed and sent him a few yards away, sliding on the cold marble. Hopefully for Aaron, that was only a light slap. She approached him with a predatory gaze which made him to tremble as he tried to stand up. She pushed him carelessly with her toes and straddled his throat with her shoe. The heel was so high that it allowed him to breath easily, but there was no way of escaping except lifting her foot. In other words, he was completely trapped.
She stood there looking down at him, calming down, realising that was the first time she had to do that.
He was trembling like a leaf, crying loudly, and still arboured a tremendous erection at the sight of her perfect musculature and her stunning display of power. Awkwardly, his small hands were caressing her huge calves unknowingly, driven by the animal attraction she had on him.
"Never say 'No' to a woman, fucking insect!" she spatted, barely hiding a smile as she noticed how, with his black latex tuxedo and wiggling his limbs, he looked like a bug on the white floor.
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, I though that favorites..."
"Shut up!... Remember what you are, worm... Remember that I could crush you under my foot, right now, for no reason." she added, rubbing his Adam apple with the sole of her golden heel, allowing him to feel the power she had over him. Aaron remained silent.
"Do it now!" she commanded, stepping aside and pushing him with her heel.
"Yes, Mistress."
As he was going to leave, Diana yelled at him again.
"Aaron! Come here!"
"Kiss me." she said, lifting her dress to her navel, inviting him to come between her legs.
"Yes, Mistress." he managed to say between two sobs.
Diana giggled in anticipation, knowing very well that, in those heels, he couldn't reach her pussy with his lips. She waited a moment, letting him to try hopelessly, then she squatted down a bit, allowing him to feel all the superiority of her Amazonian body on his frail shoulders.
She cupped his head in her big hand and forced it against her wet labias, forcing them apart as she pushed him deeper, covering his whole face with her juices. She kept him a moment there, enjoying the soft and delicate touch of his lips, then she released him.
Aaron fell on the floor heavily, gasping for air, looking at her pleadingly.
She smiled, toying with her toes on his crotch, checking his arousal.
"That's just a reminder, slave. Never piss off a woman, or suffer the consequences."
She motioned him to leave and he did as she had commanded.
At that very moment, he wished that Jenny was there to cuddle him. Sadly, she wasn't there. He was alone, afraid and insecure. He knew perfectly that, in that world, he was nothing without her. He wanted her. He needed her... Was it love? Probably not, but he just wanted to be protected, to feel her strong embrace around his tiny frame. He shivered and lunged to the staircase, disappearing from Diana's sight.
The huge Amazon slipped off her dress, letting it to fall on the floor carelessly, and walked to the gym, showing off a big smile, allowing the sun rays to warm up her powerful muscles with their delicious touch. A slave came from nowhere again, picked up the cloth, and disappeared. Diana didn't have a single look at him, she continued peacefully to walk toward the gym, rubbing her big muscles unknowingly.
Meanwhile Aaron had reached Jenny's room. He glanced to the desk. He had to do the maths, he knew it, but something worried him. He tried to remind the last days, that was weird, confuse, enigmatic. He couldn't tell if he was happy to be the only survivor of the crash or he if had preferred to die with the other. This world was so different. How such a role reversal has been possible in only a couple of centuries? Anyway there was no return possible, the ship was probably destroyed.
The ship!? Aaron just realised that he hadn't see the ship after the accident. Maybe he could repair the damages and return back to the world he belongs. He smiled slightly, playing with the stone in his hand. No, definitively not, he wasn't sure at all. Jenny was so kind, so protective, so loving, so beautiful, so arousing, so attractive, so intoxicating, so addictive. His trembling hand went to the desk. He hesitated then he inserted the stone in the adequate hole when he realised that nobody was waiting him in his world.
The hologram appeared. That wasn't the maths folder but the one with Jenny's pics. Aaron smiled.
He rummaged feverishly through the folder to stop on a particular picture. On that one, Jenny was sat, her arms were folded in a cuddling position, she was sporting a peaceful and reassuring smile. He touched the picture with his thumb and the matching hologram appeared in the centre of the room. He stood before it then knelt, looking up to Jenny's face, as if waiting for her to grab him and keep him in her strong arms. A 'beep' took him out of his reverie, as well as the warm voice of the computer warning him, then the hologram started to solidify. Aaron watched it to build up progressively, not even realising what was going on. He tried to caress it, but, as the surface was still soft and frail, he plunged his hands through the hot solidifying mass. He quickly slipped off his hands, a bit afraid, then he let them again on the surface. The statue was almost terminated. It was still smooth and hot but now it was hard, as hard as Jenny's sculptural body.
Aaron slipped in between her thick arms and nestled him comfortably, continuing to caress the huge limbs, as well as rubbing his cheeks against them to feel their warm touch. Encased between them and two solid big round boobs, he felt instantly reassured, his breath became slower, his eyes closed gently. Without even noticing, he fell asleep like a baby. Who knows what he dreamed about?
A moment later, Jenny entered her room to find the huge statue in the middle. She approached and saw Aaron, still sleeping, nestled in the arms of the statue. He was relaxed, stuck to a breast like a baby to his teddy-bear. Jenny smiled widely realising that somehow he missed her. She took Aaron in her arms to kiss him, holding back small tears which were forming in her ice blue eyes. Then, she sat on her bed, watching him to sleep peacefully. She remained there silent, kissing him from time to time, caressing him tenderly, until he awake with a long moan.
"Jenny..." he said as he tried to kneel on her thighs.
She didn't say a word, she motioned him to shut up by putting her finger on her sexy lips. Then she pointed to the statue.
"What does that mean?" she asked coldly, knowing very well the devastating effect that her tone had on him. Aaron began to shiver.
"I'm sorry..."
This time, Jenny put her finger directly on his lips preventing him to continue.
"I don't want to discuss about this now. We need to talk about my homework. Did you finish those maths exercises?"
"I was about to do them but I fell asleep and..."
Aaron never finished his sentence. She put her hand on his mouth, preventing him to speak, to move, and even to breath. Her big hand easily covered his whole face and kept him pinned against her thigh.
"I don't want to hear a word." she said, pulling him with her to the statue,"I don't care you materialize these holograms, I authorized you" she added, "... but you should have done the maths before. I can't tolerate you disobey me". With that, Jenny punched the statue in the torso and the stone exploded literally, sending rocks and gravels all around. A thick cloud of sand and dust darkened the backside of the room, engulfing Jenny in its thick swirls. Aaron stepped back and stood up close to the bed realising what had just happened in awe.
The cloud dissipated progressively allowing him to distinguish the massive frame of the Amazon before him, who was coated in a thick layer of grey powder which made her to look like to the now demolished statue. She approached him without a word and grabbed his hand. She sat on the bed and pulled him with her forcefully.
In a single move, he was trapped between her huge thighs, laying face down on her lap.
"Now, listen to me carefully. I don't think you ever had a good spanking, Aaron, I suppose that nobody used to do that in your times, even less women."
"Please, No!"
"Nowadays, that's the common way to punish a favorite when he doesn't behave correctly." she said, ignoring him completely.
"Please, don't do that, Jenny. That's humiliating."
"Humiliating?" she repeated, surprised by Aaron's argument, "I'm the one who is humiliated, Aaron. You didn't obey me. THAT is humiliating. I can't tolerate that."
Jenny clamped her thick thighs around his tiny torso to hold him in place and he shut up instantly. In fact, he couldn't emit a sound anymore, all the air remaining in his lungs had been expelled due to the tremendous force she was exerting without even trying.
"I won't be cruel" she said, "I will spank you only three times instead of ten, but I want you to remain as quiet as possible despite the excruciating pain. Don't make things worse." she added, releasing the pressure on his lungs, allowing fresh air to refill them progressively.
He felt relieved, she could tell. But, as soon as he had inhaled the precious air eagerly, she clamped her thighs with the same force, and again his lungs emptied in a split second with a loud stream.
She waited a moment to let him realise the situation he was in, then she spanked him once with tremendous force. He would have liked to cry to relieve the pain but there was no cry at all, no whisper, no sound anymore. Nothing!... Nothing emanated from his crushed lungs. Instead, he felt a burning sensation invading him, blood boiling in his lungs.
At that very moment, he though he knew what she meant by 'excruciating pain', but he realised soon that could be worse when she allowed air to fill his lungs again. Despite the pain, he didn't scream, he just gasped for air avidly, fearing for his life, as the air entering his burning lungs continued to torture him.
She repeated the same scene twice more, then she spread her legs, letting him to fall on the floor heavily.
Aaron cried like a baby, looking at the reflect of the man he has become on the shiny marble tiles. He felt so bad, so humiliated, that he couldn't do anything more than cry and avoid his Mistress gaze. He only wanted to leave and hide somewhere, but he couldn't move. The pain was so present that he couldn't do anything but cry and scream.
She watched him peacefully for a moment, laying at her feet, then she stood up.
"I'm going to shower now. When I finish, we have some maths to do. Just stay here." she said, rubbing her dusty cheeks to hide the traces of her tears, "Slaves!"
Two slaves appeared immediately at the door and knelt on the dust, bowing. Jenny addressed to the first one.
"I want this clean when I have finished to shower!" she ordered, pointing to the remains of the statue and already walking to the shower, "You! Follow me!" she spatted to the second slave. The guy immediately followed her and both disappeared behind the wall hiding the shower. When she came back a moment later, the floor was perfectly clean as expected. There was nothing on the shiny tiles except Aaron lying at the same place he was left, still crying. Jenny was naked, standing on a pair of high mules, the small slave was wiping her buttocks and legs carefully. He seemed to not notice Aaron who was crawling to the blonde beauty and continued his task down to the big calves.
Jenny addressed to Aaron with her most reassuring voice while she sat in the chair close to her night-stand.
"There is only two ways to relieve the pain, Honey." she said smiling to him and holding her leg up to the slave to wipe her foot, " Do you want me to tell you ?"
He couldn't say a word but he nodded shyly, wiping his tears with his latex suit.
Jenny let the slave to wipe her foot properly then she motioned him to leave. She waited that he had closed the door behind him, while she put on a red silky dress, then she glanced back to Aaron.
"The first way, honey, is to kneel and try to remain in the same position I spanked you." she said, "The muscles on your ass are bruised, their fibres need to find a relaxing position." she added, motioning him to do as she was telling.
Aaron was already on all fours, he bent his elbows and put his face on the floor as it was told, trying his best to hold his ass upward. He remained there a moment and, surprisingly, despite the humiliating position he was in, he felt a bit relieved. He closed his eyes, trying to relax and mumbled a timid 'Thank you.' between two sobs.
"Look at me." Jenny commanded, smiling to him. She had pulled her dress up and was stroking her burgeoning she-cock. "There is another way to relieve the pain" she added, holding the thick but still flabby piece of meat in her hand.
Aaron figured instantly what she was talking about to relieve the pain, 'the pre-cum effect!'. He gulped and looked at her pleadingly. He wasn't ready for such a treatment.
She stood up as if ending the conversation and looked down at him at her feet. She released her dress which fell down and covered her now semi-rigid cock.
"Your choice." she said, pretending to leave, '... but you could relieve the pain in no time, you know.'
"Please!" he shouted, "I need you, Jenny... Don't leave... I will do as you wish." he said, looking at her right in the eyes for the first time in a while.
Jenny sat back on her chair and spread her legs wide, letting her cock to hang freely between her massive thighs. She grabbed a brush and started to brush her blonde hair as if he wasn't there. He get the message clearly. He crawled to her, trembling, then he knelt between her legs, all the while trying to hold back his cries despite the pain. He grabbed her heavy she-cock and bring it to his lips. The thing was already too big to enter his small mouth so he had to lick its tip, keeping his mouth ajar, ready to receive the awaited nectar. He looked up at her, but she was still brushing her long hair, ignoring him. He didn't interrupt her, he remained silent, sucking and massaging her thick cock, swallowing small droplets of juices from time to time, while he observed her abdominal muscles to flex and relax rhythmically.
A squishy sound took him out of his reverie when a nice pair of balls came out of her pussy. He grabbed them instinctively and a stream of hot pre-cum flowed down his throat. Aaron gagged, surprised by the force of the fluid. He gagged again... and again. Droplets flew away, landing on Jenny's thighs. She cupped his head and hold it firmly against her cock when a second stream, stronger, hit Aaron's palate. This time, nothing came out of his mouth, instead, the thick goo came out of his nostrils and coated the expanding cock. Aaron gagged again, but he couldn't do anything but swallow and swallow. Jenny clamped her mammoth thighs around his small head, holding him in place, then continued to brush her hair.
Aaron was feeling the thick juices to diffuse their warm and intensive repair action. If his lips weren't sealed against that thick cock, he could have moaned of pleasure. He had completely forgotten the pain. He tried to look up at Jenny to give her a merciful glance but he couldn't move. He was stuck there between her legs, impaled in her she-cock, unable to move an inch. His eyes filled with tears again, but this time they weren't due to the pain. That was just the helplessness he was feeling in showing her his heartfelt gratitude.
Jenny let the brush on the night stand and looked at her reflect in the mirror. Her hairdo was perfect.
She pulled off her dress, she didn't need it.
She checked her hairdo again then she grabbed a hair clip and made quick but still very sexy bun. She didn't care that he was still there. She was acting as usual, peacefully taking care of her amazing body as she did daily. She took a small bottle of lotion and smelt it. "Mmm... perfect" she though. She spilled some oil in her palm and rubbed it on her thick limbs, massaging the muscles, making them to shine in the warm sun rays. Barely reacting when her pulsing cock, still growing, slowly slip down the small guy throat. She flexed her huge arms and smiled as she glanced to the mirror. Then she spilled some more lotion in her palm and stood up, ignoring Aaron who found himself hanging to the Amazonian she-cock. She put a foot on the chair and massaged her muscular leg, spreading the oil carefully to make it shine as well as to relax the hard muscles. Aaron remained there, swinging gently, feeling Jenny's appendage to harden and grow inside him.
At this point, he would have liked her to grab him in her strong hands and fuck him, like Diana did. But she didn't. She was focused on massaging her hard muscles, starting by her massive thighs. Her hands, despite being big, seemed tiny as she had them on her quadriceps. They turned and turned around the muscles, they touched them, squeezed them, slapped them. Hmm... so tenderly. Jenny bit her lips sensually and slowly drove her manicured fingers from her thighs to her diamond calves, making small movements to caress the muscles, moaning softly as she did, enjoying herself her own musculature.
When she felt she has done a good job, she switched her legs.
As Aaron was hanging awkwardly, she readjusted him on her cock. She just pulled him to her, until his lips collided with her big balls. Then, she took some lotion in her palm and massaged the second leg carefully.
When she finished, she glanced down to check that he was still conscious then she caressed his hair gently.
Still silent, she took him by his waist and rocked her hips back and forth slowly. She could feel her cock to pulse as it was still growing. All her senses seemed to be enhanced, that was something she had never experienced. The smallest thrill of her lover, the smallest tingling, the softest smell, were bringing her close to the orgasm.
Suddenly, an explosion echoed in the room, followed by an odd ripping sound. Jenny glanced to Aaron immediately then she burst out laughing, as well as crying of relief, as she realised that he was safe. That was the tuxedo which had burst out under the pressure of her growing cock.
As the meaty appendage finally expanded to its full length, the remains of latex crawled along Aaron's legs and fell to the floor. That was too much to handle for her, the eruption was imminent now. Jenny held him securely in place and tensed her Amazonian muscles. The first stream of burning semen was already rushing along her huge cock like lava. It was unstoppable and Jenny couldn't hold it anymore, she erupted in Aaron's throat like a volcano. Then again and again.
The feeling was so intense that she felt even more hornier and stronger each time she did. Therefore, the thick goo was propelled with increasing pressure inside the poor guy. That was when, taken away by a powerful spasm, she released him a split second and he was propelled a couple of yards away. She fell to her knees and continued to orgasm, sending waves of thick cum all over the unconscious Aaron until she was drained.
"That was so good..." she though.
She laid on her back, sporting a wide smile and waited peacefully that her cock disappear, slowly swallowed by her Maxima's pussy. After a while, she stood up and went to the shower, ignoring him in his pool of cum.
"Oh no! Now we have to do the maths." she though.
She returned close to Aaron, grabbed him by an ankle, and pulled him to the shower with her.
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chapter 17
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The following month was peaceful. Nothing happened in the mansion except the accidental death of a couple of slaves.
After the beating he had experienced the day of the trial, Aaron, tried his best to please Jenny in any way possible. He washed her clothes, cleaned her room, he did every thing that could please her. Even doing her maths had become a pleasure and he waited eagerly her return from school to do her homework.
His relations with Diana were almost the same. He was still deeply scared by the giant Amazon but at the same time, he was inexorably attracted by her. Of course, that was sexual attraction only but it was so strong that he couldn't fight against it. That didn't bother Jenny. Men were addicted to feminine attributes, unable to resist, everybody knew that. Moreover sharing men to sexual intercourses was a common practise. Somehow, doing it with her mother was reassuring to Jenny.
Aaron feelings toward Jenny were different. A whole day alone, without her, was a real torture. As a consequence, he followed her each time he was authorized. Remaining close to her was not only reassuring, that was a source of joy and fulfilment. Nevertheless he wasn't sure that was true love. The more he tried to figure what his feelings really were, the more his mind was confused, and soon he realised that he didn't need to know. However, he spent more and more time with her.
A month after the trial.
Jenny was laying down peacefully on her bed, reading an old novel from the twentieth century. Her golden hair was randomly -if not artistically- spread on her broad shoulders, covering them partially, just enough to let you size their massiveness. A long curl fell on the book, bouncing like a golden spring. She pushed it delicately over her shoulder and let it to slip slowly on her silky dress. The tight clothe was white, as is often the case, thin, almost transparent and allowed everybody to contemplate the perfect musculature barely concealed underneath. It was so short that it barely covered her round ass and let her huge thighs totally exposed.
The muscular limbs were so thick that you could barely see the small mass which was hidden between them, Aaron.
The small man was sleeping comfortably, his head nestled between Jenny's buttocks, sporting a large smile. He was probably dreaming, caressing her ass gently from time to time. As Jenny flexed slightly her leg when she turned a page, he moaned softly, wiping unconsciously a dribble of drool from Jenny's buttock with his cheek. He kissed her then he relaxed completely again.
A slave burst into the room.
"Forgive me, Mistress." he said, kneeling close to the door.
Jenny glanced to him, a bit annoyed, then closed her book.
"Talk." she said, glancing to Aaron then kneeling cautiously on the bed without waking him up.
"Mistress Diana send me to inform you that the judge is arrived."
Jenny nodded and stood up silently, keeping a hand on the mattress, preventing it to bounce thus Aaron to wake up. She slipped in her high mules and went to the mirror to check her dress.
"Bring me a g-string, a golden one." she said, grabbing her hairbrush and pointing to her dresser.
The slave went immediately to the drawers and brought a golden thong which seemed two sizes too small, then he waited patiently behind her while she brushed her hair. After a while, Jenny lifted a foot slightly and the slave knelt at her feet to slip on the thong. Oddly, instead of lifting the other foot too, allowing the slave to complete his duty, she continued to brush her hair peacefully, forcing him, on purpose, to remain kneeling at her feet. She liked to remind them their role, their place and their fate. When she considered that her hair was sufficiently untangled, she allowed the slave to slip the thong along her legs, by lifting slightly her second foot. He didn't waste a second and started to pull on the g-string, touching the hard muscles in the process, willingly, but as discreetly as possible. Jenny smiled and flexed her thick muscles, adding a few inches to her titanic thighs.
While he was pulling forcefully on the stretchy thong, to bring it up to its place, she passed her hands sensually in her long hair. She glanced to Aaron's reflect in the mirror then flexed her enormous biceps, rubbing them against her cheeks, moaning softly as she kissed and licked them, knowing very well how he had reacted to her teasing if he had been awake. She kept her arms flexed and made a tight bun which enhanced beautifully her strong but still very feminine face. Then, with a malicious grin, she glanced down to the slave unable to pull the thong beyond the bulge of her massive thighs.
She relaxed her muscles. The shape of her thigh changed instantly, thinner, rounder, softer, it allowed the poor guy to achieve his task. Jenny grabbed him by his armpits and let him on the night stand. He was almost at eye level. She forced his gaze up to hers.
"How does he call you?" she asked.
The slave glanced to Aaron, then answered.
"Mister Four, Mistress."
"Well... Mister Four, I want you to apply this lipstick on my lips." she said, giving him a stick and leaning forward.
"Yes, Mistress." he said, grabbing the stick and carefully avoiding to drool at her huge boobs which were jutting out of her dress provocatively.
The poor guy was shivering, fighting against the burning desire to nuzzle in her cleavage. He couldn't even use his remaining strength to unscrew the cap of the lipstick.
"A problem?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I can't open it"
She smiled and took the stick from his little hands.
"I think a name like 'Mister Boobman' is more appropriate, don't you think?" she teased, applying the lipstick on her juicy lips, then sliping it into her cleavage when she finished.
"I don't know, Mistress. As you wish, Mistress."
"Good... From now on, you're Mister Boobman." she said, biting her lips softly to spread the gloss perfectly then checking them in the mirror, "Do you like your new name, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress." he answered despite the fact that Jenny wasn't listening to him anymore. She had walked to Aaron and was watching him to sleep.
"Tell my mother that I'm coming soon." she ordered.
Boobman jumped from the night stand and ran to the door. Jenny stopped him, "Slave!"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Having a new name doesn't give you any rights. You're still a slave. Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress"
She motionned him to leave and he did as ordered.
Jenny took Aaron in her arms, "Honey?... Honey, please, wake up."
Aaron opened his eyes slightly and rubbed them, "Did you say 'please'?" he asked, "... or am I still dreaming?"
She kissed him on the front and carried him to the night stand.
"Shut up! I need to make you presentable for the judge."
Meanwhile in the living room.
"I can't believe it." The judge said, sipping her tea and yanking involuntarily on the leash she had attached to her wristband.
"Believe me, Elena, she's in love with him." Diana replied back, glancing to the slave dragged backward by Elena's movement.
"He must be very special." the judge remarked.
Diana smiled.
"He's from twentieth century." she mocked, "... I suppose that is special enough. At least, that makes him unique."
"Yeah! All the crew died in the crash. He was the only survivor."
"You mean after the police found them, right?"
"We already discussed about that. They were armed and..."
The judge stood up without finishing her sentence, "Greetings, Miss Jenny."
"Hello, Elena."
Diana glanced to the entrance. There was standing her daughter, Jenny. She was waving to the judge with a wide smile, towering above Aaron who was kneeling at her feet.
She had dressed him with a white latex suit, which made him even skinnier than he really was, and a thick golden collar, the mark of favorites.
"Greetings, Mistress Elena,... Mistress Diana." Aaron said with his most respectful tone.
"Call me Elena. That's the way you addressed to women in your century, isn't it?" she said
"Yes Miss... I mean Elena." he replied timidly, glancing to Diana for permission as Jenny was out of sight.
Diana nodded, "That OK with Elena but address me as Mistress Diana, as usual."
"Oh, come on, Diana. After all, he's sort of a Master now. He has a pet" she said motioning to the young woman laying at her feet.
"I'm not going to remind you the law, Elena. A slave has no rights, even less to own something. That's like if a table owned a chair." she said, giggling at her own statement. Then, with a powerful move of her leg, Diana pushed the slave to Aaron. She went sliding on the marble floor until she stopped against Jenny's heels.
"She's yours, Jenny, as promised."
Jenny looked down to the slave, "Stand up!" she ordered.
The girl stood up timidly, trembling like a leaf, looking down at her own feet, as if looking at something else could put her in trouble. She gulped loudly and waited patiently before her Mistress. Jenny grabbed her frail jaw and checked the tightness of the collar. Unsatisfied, she tightened it a bit more, just allowing her to breath.
"Grab the handle of your leash." she commanded, "... and give it to him." she added, as the petite girl held the handle for her, "From now on, you're going to serve him, Cumbag. Disobeying him is disobeying me. I don't need to remind you the consequences."
Jenny activated her wrist hologram, rubbing her nipple with her thumb, and added 'Cumbag' as a pet, then she addressed to Aaron.
"That cumbag, is yours. Feel free to use it as you see fit."
"She's a woman." Aaron remarked.
"Not anymore, Darling. That's just a living sex toy." Jenny interrupted him. Then she addressed to the girl, "Get undressed!"
The girl complied and Aaron watched her to disrobe silently.
She has a pretty face. She wasn't exactly a centerfold but somehow she was very appealing. She was taller than him, skinny, almost anorexic, therefore she had that frail look which makes you to be protective and caring with her.
"What's your name?" Aaron asked politely.
Of course, there was no answer.
"Pets aren't allowed to talk, honey. You can just call her Cumbag"
"Unless you prefer address to her as Miss Fucklaw." Diana mocked.
Aaron froze instantly. The only though of that monster made him uncomfortable. Was it her? That wasn't possible! That girl was only 5'7"". That was still almost half a foot taller than him but she certainly wasn't an Amazon like he pictured them since the crash. In fact, she was exactly the kind of girl he could have dated a couple of months ago.
Looking at her more carefully, Aaron admitted that she looked like Miss Fucklaw. Her jaws were less angular, her gaze lacked of self confidence and arrogance, but she definitively looked like the cruel Amazon.
"Is that really her?" he asked dumbfounded.
"Of course." Jenny said, "She has just finished her treatment..." she added, smiling at the sight of Aaron's face, "She has received injections of males hormones daily since the trial. That's why she has become that small and weak." She explained, grabbing Fucklaw by an arm and lifting her off the floor without management, almost tearing her limb apart, then throwing her aside like a rag doll.
Jenny approached the two women and sat with them.
"Who was armed?" she asked innocently.
Diana replied before Elena could mutter a word, "The guys from the 20th century."
Aaron, who was trying to jump on Jenny's lap, stopped in his tracks and looked at Elena, "You mean they are still alive?" he asked with the obvious hope to join up with his crew.
Elena smiled and shook her head no.
Diana helped Aaron on Jenny's thigh and commented, "The police killed all of them." she said.
She checked that he was sat correctly, and continued, "They were armed. The patrol didn't have any choice but kill them." she added, sizing his small thigh between her strong fingers while she talked.
Once again, she marvelled at the lack of muscles on his limbs and she started to fantasize about his feeble body being rubbed against her powerful one to satisfy her lust, without any kind of management, only raw sex and bestiality. She felt her nipples to harden, her muscles to shiver. When she let a muffled moan to escape from her moistened lips, she released him instantly, realising what she was doing, and glanced to her daughter and Elena.
Both women started to laugh.
Aaron, completely unaware of the situation, still focused on the ship and its crew, questioned Elena, "What happened to them? Are they buried somewhere? May I see the corpses?" he asked.
"The corpses?" the women repeated simultaneously in an amused tone.
"There is no corpse anymore, Aaron. The police officers killed them with their bare hands." Jenny commented, flexing her huge biceps before Aaron's eyes then enveloping his frail body between her massive limbs, "They have crushed them like this..." she added, flexing her muscles slightly to emphasize.
Aaron was instantly swallowed in a warm mass of muscles, that prevented him to initiate the smallest movement. His head was trapped between her tits. His bony arms were stuck to his body and held firmly in place by her thick arms. His thin legs were enclosed between Jenny's larger ones. In a split second his body was completely immobilised. Aaron couldn't move at all and that was hopeless trying to force her mighty limbs apart. He realised with horror the fatal ending of his mates, crushed in their meaty prisons, and he shivered. Nevertheless, he didn't feel the slightest fear in Jenny's embrace, on the contrary, he felt like protected by a sweet, loving and living armor. His body temperature increased slowly to reach Jenny's one. Damn! She was hot! No matter what meaning you attribute to the word 'hot', she was the hottest girl he had ever met.
He felt unbelievably comfy in her arms, even sexually aroused. He didn't really knew why. Was it the Amazonian body? the warm feeling? the brute strength which emanated from it? Was it the picturing of the huge Amazons crushing their victims within their powerful limbs? He shivered, visualising the terrible agony of his friends, the bones cracking, the crushed flesh leaking between the hard muscles of the officers, the horrible sound emanating of the bodies melted to the cries and the pleas.
Aaron emitted muffled moans unknowingly. They were almost inaudible by the women, even less by him. He was made completely leaf as his ears were flattened between Jenny's opulent mammaries. He couldn't hear anything except the muffled sound of her heart pounding in her chest and the blood flowing in her veins.
He couldn't see anything neither except the warm pink light trapped between her huge arms. He couldn't smell anything but her. He couldn't touch anything but her -or was it her touching him?
Despite the fact that he couldn't do anything else but undergo, Aaron realised that he definitively enjoyed to be trapped there. He relaxed and waited patiently for Jenny to release him.
Even though he didn't noticed it, Aaron breath had slowed down to accommodate with Jenny's one.
In fact, he wasn't breathing anymore by himself. She was pumping the air in and out of his small lungs, her stronger chest allowing room to his weaker one, only when she breathed out. She had denied him the use of his senses for his own. She was controlling his breath, and he had the feeling that she could stop his heart with a single flex of her mighty muscles.
Suddenly something hit him. There was a part of him completely free, yet concealed in his tight latex pants,... his hardening cock! He realised it when he felt his pants sliding down and his cock sprung freely out of its prison. He couldn't see it but he knew perfectly that it hadn't been that big in his whole life. He wished he could see it or ear the girl's comments, he just had to imagine. Then he felt a soft touch. Was it a finger? a tongue? Whose one?
His nervous system sent signals to his weakened muscles but they denied him to release his tension, they were clamped tightly by bigger and stronger ones. His frustration grew as big as his lust and he though that he couldn't take such a treatment for long. He was wrong. His brain wasn't commanding his weak body anymore, she was. He didn't came until she allowed him. She lowered her gaze and blew some warm air between her tits. To Aaron, that was as efficient as a start button, he came instantly, blowing his load on whoever was before him. She kept him trapped, denying him the pleasure and the relaxation of the spasms which usually go with the orgasm, until he was completely dry. Then, she loosened her grip and let him to stand between her legs.
Aaron was completely disoriented. He held on Jenny's thighs for leverage and looked around.
Diana and Elena were still at their place, smiling. Fucklaw was kneeling at his feet, mouth ajar, long droplets of cum dripping from her lips. Obviously, she had taken the full load in her mouth. She swallowed loudly, not used to this yet, licked the remains on the floor then she laid in foetal position against him.
"It's almost eight o'clock. I must leave." Elena stated as she stood up pulling on her tight dress in a hopeless attempt to cover her massive thighs, "That was nice to see you, Aaron" she added, addressing to him with a large smile. Then she spoke to Diana, "If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it. He lasted two long hours. I regret that we killed all of them. These guys from the 20th century are so easy to control."
"This one, is mine!" Jenny spatted, pulling Aaron with her, "Forever!".
Elena smiled.
"Come on, Jenny. She's toying with you." Diana mocked.
The beautiful judge nodded. She kissed the girls goodbye and left.
That was when Aaron realised what Elena had just said, he had spent two whole hours trapped between Jenny's arms. He couldn't believe it, that seemed to be an instant, no more than a few minutes. He glanced to Jenny.
"Two hours?" he asked.
"More or less." she answered, smiling, "Don't you remember anything?"
"Not at all. Except that felt good... I was like floating in heaven."
"We spent a moment chatting about 20th century, you know... About guys, the accident, the ship."
"The ship?"
"Your ship. It's almost intact."
"Really? May I see it?" Aaron asked nervously, realising that there was a small chance to come back to his old life.
"I don't think so."
"But..."
Jenny interrupted him, clamping his jaw in a strong grip.
"This topic is closed... forever." she stated, squeezing to emphasize, then looking at him right in the eyes for acknowledgement.
He nodded and she released him without a word, looking away.
"I sleep alone tonight. You sleep in the slave's room." she said, in a trembling tone which obviously expressed more sadness than anger.
Aaron just realised what he had done and he felt terribly guilty for that. To Jenny, asking for the ship meant clearly ask for liberty. Therefore, she felt deeply hurt her in her feelings. After two month together, she was expecting more than a simple physical attraction from him. She expected love.
He watched her to leave, wondering if he had to follow and reassure her, but he couldn't move. Disobey was too risky when she was upset.
When she disappeared at the end of the corridor, Aaron glanced down to his feet. Fucklaw was still there, naked, curled in a foetal position. She was looking at him, like the pet she had become, waiting for orders or for caresses from her master. A couple of month earlier, he would have dreamed to have a girl like her at his feet. Now, despite her feminine curves, her pretty face and her submissive behavior, she didn't seem to arouse him at all. He glanced to the desert corridor and sighed, he wanted Jenny so badly.
Fucklaw knelt before him and he looked at her.
"If only you knew where is that fucking ship." he said.
Fucklaw smiled and nodded.
"Do you know where it is?" he asked.
Fucklaw nodded again.
"Where?"
She pointed to the entrance. The silence which followed reminded Aaron that she wasn't allowed to talk.
"Where?" he asked again.
As a response, he heard footsteps in the corridor. Heels. Jenny!... He smiled widely.
When she stopped before him, he noticed the meaty appendage hanging between her massive thighs. He bit his lips with envy and opened his arms, shivering, looking at her pleadingly, waiting for her to pick him up. She didn't... Instead, she grabbed Fucklaw by the hair and hoisted her off the floor effortlessly.
"If you don't mind, Aaron, I use it tonight... the cumbag... I need to fuck."
He lowered his gaze.
Diana lunged to her room without adding a word, dragging the girl by the hair, not even caring to hold her off the floor, letting her to slide on the cold tiles and bump on the walls.
Aaron fell on his knees crying.
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CHAPTER - 18
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After a couple of minutes laying on the floor, Aaron glanced to the corridor. A frightening idea had just crossed his mind, 'If Jenny kills Fucklaw, I won't have a single chance to return to the past'.
He wasn't sure that was what he really wanted, but the only though that he could let his least chance of return to disappear was simply too much for him to handle. He needed to do something about that.
Sadly, that wasn't an easy task, argue with Jenny wasn't an option, force her even less. Plus, Aaron wasn't really prepared to trespass the rules in a world where men were nothing but sex toys.
Nevertheless, he stood up proudly, looking toward the corridor in an menacing stance.
That was a pitiful attempt to fight his fear, clearly betrayed by his trembling body, but somehow that seemed to work. He lunged to the corridor with determination, trying in the meanwhile to find out good arguments to convince Jenny to be clement. He climbed the stairs, as quickly as he could, considering the heigh of each step. That was hard but he couldn't stop to recover from the effort, time was counted. He continued. Thus, not only he was still trembling like a leaf when he approached of Jenny's apartment's, but now he was panting too.
As the place was desperately silent, that forced him to slowdown even more. He couldn't afford to make the slightest noise. His heart was pumping his blood loudly and painfully, forcing him to stop and gulp to take a full breath. He was close to the door now. It was closed. Good! He could approach a bit more and listen.
He took a deep breath again and approached his face to the door to look through the keyhole.
"Now that you know what I'm going to do with you, Cumbag, is there anything you want to say?" Jenny asked to the girl who was trembling at her feet.
Fucklaw looked at the towering Amazon pleadingly, knowing perfectly that a word from her was a death warrant. Pets weren't allowed to talk and the only punishment for trespassers was immediate death.
Remaining silent, Fucklaw started to kiss Jenny's beautiful ankles. Then to lick them. She licked eagerly, going down to her toes, sucking on them forcefully while she continued caressing the ankles and calves of the quiet Amazon.
Jenny moistened her lips with her tongue. She seemed to enjoy seeing the petite woman to cry and act desperately to save her life. But what she enjoyed the most was the incredible expertise of the 'cumbag'. After all, who could to know what an Amazon exactly likes better than other Amazon, or to be precise, in that case an ex Amazon.
Jenny pushed the slave disdainfully with her foot then stepped backward, allowing the trembling girl to have a good view on her magnificent body. She looked down at her silently, then when she get her attention, she pulled down the strap of her dress and let the silky cloth to slide down to the floor. She was with her back to Aaron, her enormous back, in the middle of the room, naked, letting her already large lats to expand slowly like wings.
She wasn't hard yet, Aaron could tell, he could see her big cock hanging between her massive thighs. The beast was almost a foot long. It wasn't leaking yet, no pulsations, no trace of precum. Aaron watched the scene silently, trying to find out what was going on, not even realising he was becoming hard.
Jenny walked to her night stand, her footsteps breaking the silence.
That was frightening.
Usually, the sound of the heels against the marble floor was sexy, somehow arousing, here that was totally different, that was scary, it reminded him a countdown.
Jenny opened a drawer and took something inside. Aaron couldn't see what, but he was sure that was related to what was going to happen next.
The beautiful Amazon sat on the night stand, spreading her legs slightly, keeping them straight. She flexed them. The muscles grew bigger and harder. They became more angular. Thick veins appeared under the perfectly tanned skin. She was still looking at Fucklaw in the eyes, enjoying the devastating effect she had on her. Then, slowly, she unrolled an enormous condom on her meaty cock. She was slow, very slow, allowing Fucklaw to realise the size of the thick appendage . She was moaning softly as she caressed it, biting her lips sexily, tracing the big vein along it with her fingertips. She was doing it for Fucklaw's obvious fear and, unknowingly, for Aaron's growing pleasure. Mummm...
"A condom? Why?" he wondered. "Does it matter if Fucklaw is pregnant?"... Aaron tried to figure why Jenny needed a condom. Then suddenly that hits him. The precum!
No precum meant no 'precum effect' thus terrible pain and suffering for Fucklaw, and of course, inevitably death. How could the petite woman take such an enormous beast in her shrunk vagina?
Aaron couldn't let Jenny to do that. The Jenny he loved was caring, protective and loving. If Jenny could inflict such a treatment to the diminished Fucklaw, she was exactly like her, a monster. He decided to act. In a split second, he was hanging to the doorknob, using his full bodyweight with the aim of operating it, and, astonishingly, the huge door opened slowly, in a long noisy complaint. Jenny glanced to the noisy door.
"How do you dare to interrupt me?" she spatted.
"Stop it, right now, Jenny! That behavior is beneath the woman I love." he spatted back as he released the doorknob and fell to the floor on his feet, "... Do you think I will fall in love with her because she's my size? Is that what you think?" he asked, advancing to her, "... Answer!... Answer right now!" he commanded with all the nerves he had, but regretting it as soon as he did, when he was at arm reach.
Surprisingly, Jenny didn't feel any urge to slap him. Her reaction was totally different. A reaction she didn't expect at all.
Against all expectations, the dirty talking of Aaron had aroused her. Her long shaft had suddenly grown to huge proportions, it had hardened like never just above Aaron's sight. An instant erection! Her first one!
The big condom, had been pushed along the erected shaft by the quick arousal of the Amazon, it was hanging at the very tip of the now leaking cock, and was being filled by the thick precum which delicious smell was hypnotising Aaron. Jenny shivered. She never had experienced this. She didn't know what to think, what to do. How could the dirty talk of her small favorite arouse her like this? She needed to think about it, to relax. How to react to the situation? Unknowingly, she took a cigarette and lightened it.
She remained there, silent, smoking against the night stand, and trying to relax. It was like if time was suspended. The room was quiet, nobody dared to move, even Jenny who was silently sucking on her cigarette.
Suddenly, the condom half filled by precum, fell to the floor and the precious liquid spread on the tiles. Aaron didn't think about it, he went on all fours immediately and started to lick the delicious nectar. He licked, lapped, moaned all the long, until the floor was perfectly clean.
A few weeks ago, he had been disgusted by such a behaviour. He had never considered to do it himself. Now, he was like a fool, trying to control his urge for more. He was trembling, searching on the floor a spot of the precious nectar. None!
He glanced to Jenny desperately, his face clearly begging for more. She pretended to ignore him, but her marvellous body was providing him what he needed, a big droplet was forming at the tip of her leaking cock. He crawled under it without hesitation. He deployed his throat and swallowed the dripping precum, droplet after droplet.
Jenny was smoking silently, watching him to go crazy for her precum. She blew the cigarette smoke on his face to signify him to listen.
"Keep your mouth open. Come closer." she said, waiting patiently that he obey. Then, when he was close enough, she dropped the ash in his mouth, "You can continue." she said pointing to her cock.
This time, he held on her cock and hoisted him up to reach it with his awaiting lips. The thing didn't move an inch, unaffected by his hanging weight. How hard was it?
He licked a couple of times but that was too hard, his weak arms couldn't pull him anymore, and he fell to the floor.
"Fucklaw!" he commanded, "Come here! Make a stool for me." he added, pointing to his feet.
Fucklaw did as expected. She crawled to his feet and remained on all fours, for him to stand on her back. He climbed on her and having a better hold on Jenny's cock, he started to lick it eagerly."
That was fucking erotic for Jenny. She never had expected this from her little hubby. Unexpectedly, her huge cock grew instantly two inches more, hitting Aaron in the face, almost knocking him down. But Aaron didn't even notice, he was already under the precum effect. His lips stretched around the dripping shaft and soon he had it in his mouth. He was gagging now, but that wasn't that bad. He really liked that. How comes? A couple of weeks ago that was so disgusting. Now there was nothing comparable!
Jenny observed him peacefully, still sucking on her long cigarette, blowing the smoke on his face from time to time, to remind him her presence as he was only focused on her thick she-cock. He was grabbing her balls for leverage and was pulling on them, trying to go further on the pole. "Mummm, so adorable!" she though. She bit her lips and flexed her lower belly, sending a thrill along her shaft, making it to react instantly. The thing pulsated a few times with such a force that it dislocated Aaron's jaw before it grew a bit more. Hopefully, he was under the precum effect.
Jenny took one puff of her cigarette and blew it slowly, looking down at Aaron while she stood up.
Aaron's feet left Fucklaw's back, he was now hanging on Jenny's magnificent she-cock, caught by the mouth.
The Amazon walked across the room, carrying him like this, from the night stand to the full length mirror, then to the centre of the room.
She adressed to Fucklaw.
"He just saved your life, cumbag." she said, before she took another puff of her cigarette, "Stand up!... Put his thighs on your shoulders and hoist him horizontally... No! The other way!... I want you to see the whole scene. Face his ass!... That's it."
Now, Aaron was held horizontally by the tiny slave, his mouth stretched around Jenny's cock, his thighs laying on Fucklaw's shoulders.
Jenny advanced slowly to the wall, until Aaron's feet were flat against it. Then she stopped and take a long puff looking at Fucklaw.
Jenny was clearly enjoying it. Her sexual dominance over the little girl and her small mate was intoxicating.
"Hold him!" she commanded to the frail slave.
She pushed her hips forward a bit, inserting inexorably her long shaft inside Aaron's outstretched throat. 'Mummm... so sweet' she though as the meaty appendage came to an halt, at least a foot and a half inside the small guy.
He was literally harpooned by the growing cock.
The huge thing clearly prevented him to move.
He was no more than a human sex toy.
His small hands desperately tried to have a good hold on her body as if he didn't realise yet that wasn't necessary.
She went backward slowly and Aaron was dragged with her until his feet fell from Fucklaw's shoulders. Now, he was wrapped around her shaft, with his only legs hanging like dead meat. Fucklaw was still backed against the wall, trembling.
Jenny stepped forward again, trapped Fucklaw between the wall and Aaron's ass, then blew her smoke on the slave face. There was no teasing, no smile, not a word. She just ignored her. She was nothing for Jenny, a piece of meat which was just used as a cushion for Aaron's lovely buttocks. That just prevented him to scrap his ass on the wall.
From Fucklaw's point of view, that was even more humiliating. Her eyes filled with tears as Aaron's ass was wiped slowly on her hurting face.
Jenny pushed forward, slowly inserting her shaft a bit deeper in Aaron's throat, while simultaneously she crushed Fucklaw's face, forcing the poor slave to taste Aaron's ass flavour.
The huge dominant Amazon was just starting to enjoy the sweet feeling of Aaron's throat wrapped around her shaft. She moaned softly.
She continued to gently rock her hips back and forth for a while, letting the animal desire to build up through her entire body. That wasn't long.
She had been really excited by Aaron's behaviour thus she quickly went harder and harder. Allowing the pleasure she was experiencing to fuel her muscles.
She was commanding them mindlessly to let their brute strength to be released.
Fucklaw fell to the floor unconscious. Jenny didn't notice, or at least she didn't show off. She continued to fuck Aaron the same way, she liked it rough.
She kept fucking Aaron's for a while, still sucking on her cigarette, banging him on the wall carelessly. BOM! BOM! BOM! BOM!
Her cock went huge! BOM! BOM!
It was already pulsating now. BOM! BOM! BOM!
The throbbing was too much to handle. That was inevitable now, she was going to explode. ... "AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!..." she shouted, as she finally reached orgasm, sending her hot cum in Aaron's throat.
The poor guy was barely conscious and was clearly unable to take the entire flow of thick goo. He was just trying to breath desperately as his nostrils were filling up with gum. White bubbles escaped from his nose. The seal formed by his stretched lips around Jenny's cock was giving way. Some cum was already dripping out of the mouth and along the lubricated shaft. That was too much for him to handle.
Jenny, amused, watched how Aaron's gut was filling out with cum while he tried hopelessly to free himself. A round bulge was clearly visible on Aaron's gut through his latex suit. He was pathetic, so tiny, so weak... so adorable. She shivered and tensed her muscles to release the remaining tension she was experiencing.
Then, she laid with her back on the wall, panting, not really exhausted, but clearly unable to stand. She couldn't last anymore. A strong shot of cum forced the suit beyond its limit which exploded loudly like a balloon... BANG!..., sending pieces of latex all around the room. Simultaneously, Aaron had been propelled a couple of yard away and slid to the middle of the room in a pool of white goo.
Jenny let herself to slide down along the wall, recovering slowly from her awesome orgasm., watching Aaron to whimper in pain and moan of pleasure at the same time.
She noticed her cigarette, still between her long manicured fingers, then, smiling peacefully, she sucked on it. She remained there a moment, using Fucklaw, who was between her legs unconscious, as an human ashtray, enjoying the sight of her tiny lover.
She realised that she was hooked to that small guy. She needed him as much as he needed her.
She couldn't let him to leave, not anymore. She needed to keep him with her forever.
Nevertheless she didn't want to force him. She wanted him to love her. Maybe he did already. How to know? she though, blowing her smoke on Fucklaw's face and crushing the remains of her cigarette on her cheeks.
"Slave!" she shouted.
A slave appeared instantly at the already open door, Boobman.
"Oh! Boobman." Jenny said with an understanding smile, "Clean that mess, then carry Aaron to the slave's dorm. He's punished."
"Yes, Mistress." he nodded, " Should I carry the cumbag too? I mean, she's... it's... "
"No!" Jenny interrupted, "She stays here tonight." she added, grabbing the unconscious girl by an ankle and looking down at her.
Boobman knelt before Aaron immediately.
Jenny dragged Fucklaw to the shower carelessly. She had planed something for her.
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Hooray, another chapter! And a damn sexy one! I admit I wouldn't mind if Jenny wasted Fucklaw in some horrifically painful way, but she'd have to hide it from Aaron to avoid his disappointment. I'm curious to see what's going to happen!
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Very sexy chapter! It was amazing :)
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The best!!!
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chapter - 19
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When Fucklaw awoke the next morning, she was laying in Jenny's bed, between the legs of the huge Amazon. Her face was nestled in her crotch, the place it had been all the night long. She didn't dare to move. She didn't want anyway. The perfume of Jenny's wet pussy, and the warm touch of her labias against her cheek, were enough to make her feeling good. Even knowing that she could be crushed at any moment by the threatening thighs surrounding her, she felt comfy and reassured under the protection of her Amazonian Mistress.
She remained there a moment, silently, enjoying the hard but comfortable pillow she was in, waiting for orders. Meanwhile, there was no move on the bed. The thick muscles around her remained still. She touched them gently with her fingertips. They were hot, smooth, and despite that they were relaxed, they were incredibly hard. That was so arousing. She listened carefully, to check if there was a response from the beautiful being she was caressing, there was no sound neither. Jenny was asleep.
Sadly Fucklaw's lust was growing more and more. She stuck her tongue unconsciously and began to lick her Mistress. That wasn't odd to her, nor shameful. No repulsion, no shame, no regrets, that was only pleasure. She licked gently at first, then, as the lust was growing more and more inside her, she was licking harder, deeper, nuzzling in the wet pussy which was the centre of her burgeoning daydream.
Jenny shivered, Fucklaw startled. She remained still a moment, waiting for Jenny's reaction.
There was none. Thus, she continued to lick and suck on the glistening labia, swallowing eagerly the tasty juices which now covered her lovely face. She worked hard on the Amazonian clit, not even feeling the pain and the tiresomeness of her tongue. She seemed unaware of the danger and licked furiously for what seemed an eternity.
By now, she was lapping hard and biting her Mistress's delicious flesh. She forced her nose and chin inside the asleep Amazon, using all her strength to push the labia apart but continuing her duty with the required attention, not caring the rest of the world. She didn't even notice that Jenny had closed her legs slightly, taking her head in a tigh but painless vice which was pulling her even deeper in her Mistress awaiting sex. When she realised what was coming, almost out of breath, there was no return possible, she was slowly but inexorably sucked inside the giant womb by the muscled walls of the Amazon pussy. A split second she feared for her life, then almost instantly, she felt two hands grabbing her armpits and she was pulled out.
That was a brief pause. As soon as she had breathed in, she was plunged in the lubricated hole with brute strength and was pulled in and out rhythmically like an human dildo.
When Fucklaw awake, a moment later, Jenny was already brushing her golden hair at her night stand. The pretty Amazon glanced to her through the mirror and smiled.
"At my feet!" she commanded.
Jenny's smile wasn't unnoticed by the frail slave and she felt her small nipples to harden instantly, just imagining her future intercourses with the Amazon, because at that very moment she knew perfectly that she had pleased her.
She went to her Mistress obediently, crawling sexily on the shining floor. She advanced slowly, exaggerating deliberately her feline approach, as if wanting to seduce her Mistress with her feminine curves, then she stopped at her feet and laid face down, waiting patiently for orders.
For a moment, Jenny finished to brush her long hair in silence.
Finally, she passed one hand through the blonde shiny mass, checking it in the mirror. It was perfect. She let the silky hair to slide fluidly between her forearm and her ballooned biceps, and she smiled, enjoying the soft touch on her muscle.
Satisfied, she looked down at the slave while she proceeded to pick the hair off the brush to clean it.
Fucklaw was trembling but Jenny couldn't know that wasn't fear. The sexy slave was just trying to fight the growing desire to crawl further and touch her Mistress again. She knew her place, then, instead, she waited patiently, taking the blonde hair which was falling on the floor, with the tip of her tongue, and eating it.
Jenny addressed to her.
"Look at me!" she ordered.
Fucklaw complied and looked at Jenny who was still cleaning the brush. The lust in her eyes was obvious but the Amazon didn't seem to notice, or maybe she didn't care at all. Jenny turned her head slightly and her hair spread over her wide shoulders.
"I levelled you up to the 'favorite' rank." she said, grabbing a handful of blonde hair, "Not that you're forgiven, but I have a mission for you. A very important mission." She lowered her hand, palm up, offering the torn hair to the slave. Fucklaw took it in her mouth and swallowed.
Jenny continued, "Basically, I want you to help Aaron to find his ship. I want to offer him a possibility to chose his future. He can return to his world or remain here with me. It's up to him."
She glanced to Fucklaw.
"You're allowed to talk, you're not a pet anymore." she said, standing up and sliding her perfect feet in her stilettos before the eyes of the petite slave.
Fucklaw nodded but remained silent.
Jenny checked her lips in the mirror. They were just perfect, yet she corrected the lipstick with the tip of her little finger then she stretched lazily.
Her arms erupted with muscles. Thick veins appearing here and there as she played with her wrists. She yawned sexily and relaxed.
"School time." she said, looking down at the slave, " Go and tell to Aaron that I want him ready in ten minutes. When he's done, you lead him to the gate then you wait for me on your kneels. Both.".
She motioned her to leave, and Fucklaw ran to the door. She hung on the knob for a moment, waiting that her bodyweight do the job, then when it was turned, she pushed with her legs on the wall to pull the door open. When she finally achieved it , she left without a word.
Jenny smiled, remembering Aaron doing the same to open the door, then she followed Fucklaw in the large hallway, closed the door, and lunged to the kitchens.
Ten minutes later, at the gate, Aaron and Fucklaw were on their kneels, waiting. He was trying to chat with her but she didn't seem to cooperate. The small slave remained silent, looking away from him, trying to find out how to complete her mission. She didn't have the informations she needed and was a bit anxious.
When Jenny appeared on the stairs, both slaves glanced to her. Aaron was clearly nervous because he was still punished. Fucklaw, on the contrary, was relieved, knowing perfectly that Aaron's gaze wasn't on her anymore.
The huge Amazon approached sexily, swaying voluntarily her hips to catch their gazes. She was smiling, a predatory smile. She liked the idea of teasing both slaves with her feline movements, with her huge frame and her Amazonian muscles. Nevertheless, such display of beauty, amazing strength, and confidence, was obviously destined to make Aaron uncomfortable.
She stopped before them.
"Your breakfast, slaves." she said, opening her palms and showing off a cake in each hand, "Hands on your back." she ordered, "I want you to eat like slaves. Using your hands is not allowed today."
She threw a cake on the floor before Aaron, then led her other hand just before Fucklaw's awaiting lips.
"Eat it on my hand, Pussy. I don't want your lovely lips to be ruined on the floor."
Fucklaw's throat tightened and she gulped loudly. She certainly didn't want to disappoint her Mistress.
She looked up timidely then approached her lips from the cake carefully. She took a little bit, then another and another, all the way long looking up to her Mistress with a grateful grin.
Meanwhile Aaron was face down, holding his hands on his back, eating his own cake right on the floor in a perfect doggy style. That wasn't an easy task. Jenny pushed him away with her foot while she commented coldly "I think that Aaron need help to eat his cake.", then she crushed the cake with her heel.
"That's better." she added, holding on the old wrought iron gate. He went down and started to eat the cake crumbs while she watched him.
He needed to remind his social status in this world and accept his new social rank completely. She wanted him to make his choice wisely.
As she observed him, her strong fingers stroked the thick iron bars slowly, unconsciously feeling the subtle curves of the metal, here and there. She was lost in thought thus, unknowingly, she started to straighten the bars out. Her muscles worked by rote, that seemed to relax her.
Fucklaw, had noticed. She was watching the muscles to push against the metal, mesmerized, remembering how easy that was. Those bars should be an inch thick, no more. That wasn't a big deal.
She wiped a small tear running down her lovely face, as she realised once again, how superior her Mistress was compared to the slaves and, sadly, to the new her. She had never realized, when she was an Amazon herself, how the lack of strength could impact your life. Now, looking at those thick iron bars, she realised that not only that wasn't an easy task to bend them, but that she couldn't bent them at all without the appropriate tools, even with the help of ten slaves.
She was about to cry when Jenny commanded them to stand up.
"Pussy, you are coming with me to the school." she announced, addressing to Fucklaw while she detached Aaron's gold collar from his neck. She didn't address to him at all, she just pushed him against the gate and took off the collar before she turned again to Fucklaw.
"You certainly want to wear this." she added, attaching it delicately around the neck of the shivering girl.
"Thank you, Mistress" she said, talking for the first time in months.
Jenny smiled.
"What a lovely voice you have, Pussy" she said, grabbing the smaller slave by her waist and pulling her to eye level.
She was ignoring Aaron completely, in purpose. She wanted him to feel sad, jealous, she wanted him to apologize, to beg, to kneel before her. She wanted him to come to the end that he loved her. That was what she wanted.
Thus a small tear ran down her cheek as she held Fucklaw against the gate with her boobs, and, holding on the bars, she forced her tongue in her mouth to kiss her.
That was a long... very long... kiss, sensual and passionate, which both girls enjoyed.
Fucklaw knew perfectly how to turn her Mistress buttons and Jenny fighted against her growing desire to broke the kiss. When she did, she allowed the slave to recover a peaceful breath, then she let her to slide down along her body, smiling to her, watching her lovely eyes to fill up with grateful tears.
Still looking at the pretty girl and without a glance to Aaron, Jenny addressed directly to him.
"Aaron, you're punished until you apologize properly."
"But..." he started to say before he realised what he was doing.
Jenny slapped him with lightening speed, as gently as possible. Yet, he went a couple of steps backward before he fell on the ground on his ass.
She continued.
"You're punished until you apologize properly. Meanwhile you remain in my room and do my homework. Permission to talk denied unless requested. Out of my sight!"
She wasn't looking so she didn't see him to cry
Aaron ran to the house without a word, clearly relieved to leave her for a moment.
He needed to think.
He knew perfectly why he was crying and that was very confusing. That wasn't the physical pain. That wasn't the humiliation neither. Not at all. That was something else, something which was crushing his small heart in a vice. Was it culpability? Was it the horrible feeling that he was losing her? Was it something else? Something he couldn't express clearly?
As he reached the house, he looked back to the iron gate. Jenny was leaving to school, carrying Fucklaw in her arms. Both were laughing loudly. They seemed happy. That was to much to handle, he burst out in tears and ran to the dormitory as she had commanded.
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Just rediscovered this. Would LOVE a continuation if possible.