Visit Five: You are what you Eat
This time, for some unfathomable reason of her own, Big Linda Skrue slips
silently into my room, foregoing her usual dramatic crashing entrance. Then the
first thing I know of her sudden presence is the muted glare of the bedside
lamp.
I slit my eyes, protesting, but as they gradually adjust they once again spring
wide in shocked recognition. In contrast my impudent mouth snaps immediately
shut.
In the soft light, a tracing glimmer of rings and studs and stainless steel
spikes gleams off a dog collar, wrist cuffs, and an oiled-leather harness.
That's an outfit I'd recognize anywhere of course, and for more than its
tight-fitting array of straps and buckles or the way it cradles such massive,
womanly breasts. No, this particular harness -- Big Linda Skrue's harness --
sports more than just spikes and studs and strategically placed iron rings.
Already jutting from the armored mound of her pubis is the focus of our mutual
obsession: hers to dominate and subjugate, mine to meekly submit.
A black rubber dildo, long and thick and elaborately ridged, curves up and out
from Big Linda's crotch at a vicious angle, and I know from painful experience
what she plans to do with it.
Dissatisfied with defiling only virginal young lesbians, Big Linda Skrue has
also turned to men, forcing us to confront our feminine sides even as she
fervently embraces her own latent masculinity. My almost total helplessness
makes me an ideal candidate for such brutal attentions, and so a painful,
humiliating rape is a virtual certainty. The only question here is how far she
means to go in my subversion. Once, threatening to make me into a girl for real,
she almost cut off my cock and balls!
This time there's no knife, but that doesn't reassure me. I cringe as Big Linda
springs deliberately onto the bed, grinning wickedly. Squirming away in
pathetically futile retreat, I shrink back until my head and shoulders begin to
climb the heavy headboard.
Immediately she's upon me, and without a word she starts positioning me,
propping up my hips with a couple of pillows, raising my knees and spreading my
legs as wide as possible. Fumbling at her waist, Big Linda produces two matching
sets of tough leather shackles, and lifting my feet high above my head she cuffs
each ankle to its corresponding wrist and loops the connecting chains high up
over the bedposts.
This procedure stretches my arms up and out, securing my useless legs spread
high and wide above me. Meanwhile the taut chains draw my ass up, raising my
helpless hips to present my wide open butt-hole, and I hang there, doubled over
in my bonds like some bizarre crucifixion.
Uncomfortably contorted, practically rolled into a ball against the unyielding
headboard, I strain against the chains, flexing my arms, but with my cuffed
hands connected directly to my feet that stupid maneuver only succeeds in
lifting and spreading my useless legs even more. Meanwhile the pressure of the
headboard cranes my neck sharply forward, holding my head rigidly up and forcing
my face deep into my inverted crotch. Quickly this brings me eye to eye with the
rapidly swelling length of my extraordinarily long cock.
Big Linda finishes locking me in place, and seeing my growing erection she
reaches down and seizes it, pumping on it and taunting me with the obvious fact
of my arousal.
This is the way she always is, of course, determined to make me admit, comply,
acknowledge the thralldom of my helpless desires. And despite my incredibly
humiliating circumstances, despite the brutal indignities that surely await, the
goad of her derision sparks the usual shameful, perverse compulsions deep inside
me. Soon my traitor prick points stiffly at attention, the fat purple cap only
inches away from my captive face.
Momentarily satisfied Big Linda releases it, and then she squats above me,
masturbating. After carefully slickening a shapely finger or two in her luscious
body's own sweet, plentiful pussy juices, she suddenly gives an eager growl of
anticipation and moves into place.
Chained out open I can only hang there and watch as she positions herself,
kneeling before my vulnerable hole and then sliding those long, lubricated
fingers deep inside. Twisting and probing, spreading them apart, she gently
coaxes open the sphincter and then guides her big cock in.
Thrusting forward she skewers me, and I cry out, a weird little bleat of mingled
pain and pleasure. Once again Big Linda Skrue's thick black cock is stabbing
into me, penetrating my body's most private center in a way that only women
should have to endure. Yet in spite of my pain, my shame, in spite of my utter
humiliation, as usual I feel my violated body respond with its own reluctant
sympathy.
This is how it feels to be a woman, I think; a weak, helpless little female,
forcibly entered, taken and subdued and suddenly filled by the hard spike of her
violator's need. The breathless, demanding urgency of that need is rammed
deliberately into me, right in my face, over and over again, and deep inside my
secret soul something shamefully eager leaps up in response.
Whether psychological aberration or ancient genetic ghost, my brutal rapist puts
me in touch with my need as always, forcing me to admit, to comply, to accept
once and for all that whatever my mistress requires of me, I must ultimately be.
The dominant, overwhelming femininity of Big Linda Skrue eclipses me, demanding
conformity, demanding that I become the tender, virginal young lesbian she truly
lusts for. And despite a happy, fulfilling lifetime of confident male
heterosexuality, I slip easily, willingly into the required role.
I close my eyes, and in seconds my tender, gaping asshole becomes a hungry cunt,
and my swollen nipples harden and ache with feminine arousal. I imagine myself
suddenly fertile, and Big Linda's hard cock shooting burning spurts of life up
into me. Suddenly yearning for the hurt of my necessary violation, I strain at
the chains, flexing my biceps and spreading myself even wider, drawing up my
shackled legs and raising my hips higher and higher to meet each of those
wonderfully savage, penetrating thrusts. And still my Big Linda pounds
forcefully away, jack-hammering into me like a big-boy stud-dog bullcock.
Oooooooh, goddamn her! I begin moaning, groaning, even yelping out with
pleasure, and the harder my mistress uses me the wider I stretch, welcoming each
potent stroke of that vicious, bull-dyke lesbian onslaught. But then suddenly my
rude education in the joys and duties of womanhood begins in earnest, when
something both hard and hot and yet velvety soft gently nudges my lips.
Startled, I open my eyes, and I'm immediately confronted by a close-up,
upside-down view of my own bobbing, straining, thickly swollen cock.
Gorged with blood, wrapped in angry red veins and throbbing visibly, my long,
aching hard penis points directly down at my panting, moaning mouth, an
insistent accusation of perverted arousal.
Staring uneasily at that open-eye-holed, purple-red mushroom stick, I lick my
lips, almost unconsciously, then I raise my reluctant gaze, past Big Linda's own
plunging cock and pistoning hips, past the jiggling weight of her enormous
womanly breasts and finally up into her sneering face. I know what she expects
of me here, and I'm not disappointed.
"Do it, Slut-boy!" she shouts down at me. "You know you want to! Do it now, damn
you! You suck that fucking cock like a good little slut-slave, or so help me
god, I'll whip you bloody and then jerk it off right into your stupid face! You
know I will!"
And of course I do. By now I know better than to even dream of challenging the
will of Big Linda Skrue, and so I strain my arms even more, drawing up the taut
chains and raising my hips that last necessary inch or so. Then, with only a
moment's hesitation, I take my throbbing, burning cock into my very own mouth.
My lips can barely reach it, slipping just over the sensitive plum of the head
to clamp down onto the pulsing shaft. Nevertheless I obey the implicit command
in B'Linda's nod and glare and start swirling it with my tongue, exploring
exciting new tastes and textures even as I wildly stimulate that soft, bulbous
little head.
Soon I'm finding it good, from both sides of the coin, and I start attacking
that hot fucking cock like a living lolly-pop, using my slippery lips and tongue
to worry it relentlessly around and around and around, then plunging it deeper
and pulling and pulling and pulling with my cheeks, sucking and slurping and
swallowing and making wet, cock-sloppy love to myself like a world-class
champion dicksucker.
Oh, man, what on Earth's happening to me? Grunting and groaning, slavering
involuntarily I suckle myself, unable to stop, my cheeks pursing rhythmically,
tirelessly. As usual those cheeks burn with shame, so hot and flushed with blood
that my scalp tingles as well, until finally I'm dizzy with ecstasy, almost
swooning with the horrible, guilty pleasure of auto-fellatio.
Surely, indulging in this forbidden joy damns me forever as a man, yet for now I
don't even care. I've got a hot, tasty mouthful of cock, and as a willingly
transformed woman I can't resist the delicious, incredible sensations of
servicing someone's dangerously hard and horny penis with my most intimate
orifice. After all, I've never been fucked in the face before, and fucked I now
most definitely am.
As I eagerly, enthusiastically suckle myself, Big Linda's constant, plunging
anal rhythm continues to rock my body, nudging that fat purple cap deliciously
in and out and in and out of my tightly pursed lips, giving me and getting me
the ultimate blow-job of a lifetime. Whimpering, moaning with joy, I fall even
more recklessly in love with this wonderful new pleasure with every passing
stroke.
I can't believe it! If only I'd been chained up like this before! I'd've given
anything. Delighted with my good fortune I suck harder, harder, my hot cock
slipping and throbbing in my mouth, and soon I can taste my body's own sweet
pre-come, gradually bleeding out from the oozing tip to reward my laboring
tongue.
Of course I eagerly suck it up, smacking and slurping and loving it, feeding
like a tender yet slutty young virgin on my very first oral ingestion.
Surely my eyes gleam with appreciation, even as the heat of my shame doubles in
my burning cheeks and my head once again swims giddily with arousal. Then I
don't know if the signs of my gladly eating myself are apparent or what, but
suddenly Big Linda Skrue snarls in vindication, and she drops forward, catching
the headboard with her hands and dangling her mammoth tits above me.
Stabbing her long, hard staff brutally up into me, she buries it to the hilt in
my hole and uses it to lever my ass even higher in the air, further contorting
my body and forcing my stiffly swollen cock at least halfway down my now
suddenly uncomfortably filled throat. Then Big Bad Linda balances herself there
on palms and toes and starts slamming her body down, pounding into my upraised
asshole like a demon possessed.
Ah, mercy! Her thick black dick bludgeons into me, and every ass-stabbing thrust
pounds my tasty male member deeper and deeper down my own soft, wet,
semi-willing gullet.
Unbelievable. The two pricks fuck me in rhythmic unison, and between the hard
one brutally rocking and rolling and reaming me out and the hot, throbbing one
sliding deliciously through my thick-slippery lips, my jiggling balls tingle
wildly, warning of an upcoming uncontrollable orgasm.
Still I stretch myself wider, taking them both deeper, deeper, slobbering
uncontrollably, gagging and sucking and strangling on my own hot meat. Still the
guilty flush of my arousal shames my skewered face, and with a big hard dildo
coring me out and the soft head of my own hot cock rubbing urgently against the
back of my throat, I finally once again raise my eyes from the bouncing,
flopping spectacle of Big Linda's heavy breasts to meet the fevered glare of her
gas-light blue-eyed gaze.
Exalted by the sight of me choking on my own male meat -- ample evidence of the
supreme power she wields over me -- Big Linda's lovely sapphire eyes are ablaze
with passion, and the stimulating sight of her violent transport finally sets me
off.
I stop flexing and jerk back, collapsing in my bonds a bare fraction of a second
before my spasming cock ejaculates. Held in place by the headboard, there's
nowhere for me to turn in my anxious ecstasy but uselessly back and forth,
waiting an eternity in that one split-second of delicious dread. And then of
course the inevitable happens.
Purple-red and pulsing, trailing ropy wet strings of saliva and pre-come, my
hugely distended prick leaps shuddering from my lips to pump thick, hot
splatters of semen directly into my helpless face.
Ahhh, goddess! Gobbet after hot, creamy white gobbet spurts forcefully out of
me, slapping wetly against my lips and chin and cheeks, soaking me and filling
my nostrils with the bland, spermy odor of spunk. Gasping for breath in the
sudden stench, I even feel salty drops of it land on my tongue, and I shudder
uncontrollably. My complete, utter degradation is mind-bogglingly extreme, and
so of course my explosive orgasm never felt so good.
As hot, thick clots of my come leap and splat against my very own face, slowly
dribbling and running all over me, Big Linda screams in vindicated triumph,
reveling in my incredibly comprehensive defilement. Then with a snarl of savage
exultation she grabs my hair, holding my head tightly in place and delivering a
final succession of especially deep, painfully grinding thrusts -- powerfully
rotating penetrations that use my own half-hard, sticky-wet cock to smear the
thick come in and around and all over my humiliated, hotly burning features.
Then at last she pushes contemptuously away from me, sliding out of my aching
ass and climbing off the bed.
Leaving me chained there, my arms and legs spread high and wide above me and my
own come smeared and dripping down my face, Big Linda Skrue sits in my
unoccupied wheelchair and lights up a cigarette.
Ignoring my groveling pleas for release, she sits there and smokes, eyeing me
coolly. But finally she finishes, stubbing out the butt and returning to the
bed. She leans over me, and without a word she begins slowly licking me off, her
warm wet tongue ignoring my lips and cheeks and chin and instead patiently
scouring the limp, dangling length of my cock.
Leaving most of my load to dry into a humiliating, incriminating glaze on my
face, Big Mistress Linda cleans my penis professionally, taking her time to milk
me of any leftovers.
Naturally her tongue is much more educated than mine, and soon her attentions
have me twitching and swelling and growing hard. Still she works me, licking and
pumping and rubbing and sucking on my resilient prick and balls until I'm once
again eye to eye with a fully erect penis. Then she abruptly forces it back into
my mouth and re-positions herself before my aching hole.
Looking down at me, Big Linda Skrue smiles cruelly, and says, "That was pretty
good, Cocksucker. I like the way you look with a stinking hot load splattered
all over your stupid face. But I think a slutty little cocksucker like you ought
to learn to eat that filthy come, so we're going to do it again, for as long as
it takes you to get off. And this time you're going to swallow it. Get it?
Every... last... drop!"
And with that Big Linda rears back and plunges into me again.
