Candy relaxed in the pool lounger, soaking up the sunshine. She was kind of self-conscious about it - Candy had never really gotten over her 'gawky teenager' phase. She was a big girl, tall, broad shouldered, not fat or anything, but kind of a moose. It embarrassed her, and she generally hid her body behind baggy, shapeless clothing.
Normally she wouldn't be caught dead at a pool party. But she had to come to this one, because it was being thrown by the love of her life - her next-door neighbour, Jason. Candy had loved Jason from the first moment she saw him... which had been when she was eight years old. He'd been her babysitter not long after they had moved to the neighbourhood. Candy had immediately asked him to be her boyfriend. "You're too young for me, honey," he had said.
"Will you be my boyfriend when I am old enough?" She asked hopefully.
He laughed. "Of course I will."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die," he replied.
It had been a running joke for him after that. He'd often tease her about how she would become his girlfriend when she was old enough. He'd never quite noticed how utterly serious Candy was about the joke, though. She adored him, and the desire only became more consuming as she grew up.
Unfortunately, it was painfully obvious that Jason didn't see Candy in a romantic way, not really. Not at all. That wasn't his fault, of course - Candy knew that it was just that he didn't realise how special their love was, other things in his life had blinded him to it. But she would correct that. No matter what it took, no matter what it cost... he would love her as much as she loved him. She was determined to make sure of it.
And so, Candy had planned out a campaign of action. She would find out what kind of girls Jason liked, and she would become that for him.
She lounged for an hour or two, drinking, chatting with the others at the party, generally waiting until she felt the moment was right. Then she told everyone she was going to the loo and slipped inside. Moving quickly, she made her way to Jason's room. His laptop was there on the desk beside his bed, just as she had hoped. She lifted the screen and smiled as it lit up with a password demand. She typed in his password and the screen lit up invitingly. It hadn't been hard to find; Candy had asked him to tutor her for history, and they had both used their laptops in the study sessions. She just had to watch carefully.
Working fast, she slipped the tiny flash drive out of her bathing suit and plugged it in. They spyware had cost almost a hundred dollars, but that wasn't a lot to Candy; both her and Jason's parents were loaded.
Installation seemed to take forever, though in reality it was probably under five minutes. The program was a beauty. It would upload activity, keystroke, and screen shots to a secure password-protected website that she could access from anywhere. All whilst running in complete stealth, invisible to Jason himself.
Satisfied that the program was running, she closed the lid and slipped back out of his room. Back outside she re-joined everyone at the pool, a smug smile on her face.
After dinner that evening she called up the website and checked the logs. The program was working perfectly. Jason was on the computer, and she took a look at what he was doing. He had a word processor open and was working away on something. She checked; he was writing history assignment for school. According to the logs, he had been at it since a minute or two after he logged on.
Boring! She closed her laptop and went off to do some schoolwork of her own.
Not long before bedtime, she came back to check again. And wow, jackpot! No schoolwork this time, he was on one of those porno versions of youtube watching...
Candy blinked. She'd wanted to see his porn habits, obviously, to get an idea of what he was into - it would be a valuable way to make herself more attractive to him. She'd not really had any specific expectations, but she'd certainly expected something a little more... conventional.
He was watching a video of a woman wrestling with a man. And what a woman! Candy stared, fascinated. She was aware, in a vague sense, that there were female bodybuilders. She had seen a couple on the cover of magazines in the stores and had once saw part of an interview with one on the tail end of a sports program on some cable channel. But outside of an unthinking dismissal of the women as freakishly weird, she hadn't really thought about it at the time, or since.
But now here one was, large as life. And this was no 'fitness model', she wasn't an 'athletic' girl. She was huge! Candy had no idea how big - she had nothing really to judge it against - but the woman must have been carrying fifty pounds or more of muscle.
Her opponent was the exact opposite of that. Candy smiled, looking at him. He was young, rather effeminate-looking, and adorably slim. She had no way to judge their relative heights, but the woman had a good three or four inches on him. In fact, she seemed to exceed him pretty much everywhere - his legs were thinner than her arms, and his arms were considerably thinner still. Candy could easily believe that his torso was half the size of the woman's, especially in the waist, which was really rather narrow.
Actually, now that she thought about it, he looked a little like Jason. Not especially in the face, but his petite size, his slightly girlish build. The hair colour and skin tone were close, too. She wondered idly if that had been deliberate.
Screenshots were all very well, but she wanted to see the video. She copied the URL from the image, typing it laboriously into her own browser. She clicked a button to say she was over 18, thus demonstrating the utter futility of such a thing, and within seconds she had the video up.
It was not wrestling, she saw within a minute or so, not really. It certainly wasn't the Greco-Roman style of wrestling they did at the Olympics, nor the carefully choreographed "sports entertainment" kind.
No, what this was... was domination. The man fought against the woman, apparently exerting himself to the maximum, but the mismatch in their strength was so vast that it was clearly a futile gesture. Hell, a woman who took fitness seriously enough to attend a gym regularly could probably have handled him. In this woman's hands, it was like watching an adult wrestle a small child.
So, it wasn't a fight. What it was, was the woman torturing the man. She would put him in a hold, and then he would struggle against her ineffectually. Then her muscles would flex, and he would stop struggling.
Candy saw that the volume was muted. She put her headphones on and turned the sound up just as the woman put him in another hold. The man struggled, begging and pleading, and she laughed at him. She would mock him, asking him why he wouldn't break the hold, teasing him about how helpless he was.
Then she would begin to squeeze, those thick muscles flexing, and his begging would turn to screams, or to silence as he ran out of air.
The clip finished, and she went back to her monitor site. He was already watching another one. It was the same woman with a different man, this one somewhat more 'normal' sized. She still defeated him easily.
So it went for the next thirty minutes or so. Clip after clip. It wasn't always the same woman, though she did seem to be a favourite of Jason's. But it was always a large, muscular woman defeating a much thinner, smaller man.
She closed down the browser and sat back to think about this. Could he have stumbled on this, perhaps? Clicked on a link he didn't mean to, and found himself looking at something weird that had amused him? Maybe.
The next weeks put the lie to that idea. Jason's secret porn life was laid bare to Candy, and it was a revelation. Every single clip he watched was on the theme of muscular women overpowering men. Overpowering them, hurting them, humiliating them. Women wrestling was just the start. She watched female bodybuilders whipping men, spanking them, using sex toys on them, insulting and verbally humiliating them, and a litany of other things. It was quite the education for young Candy.
Nor was it just clips. He was visiting sites where people uploaded sex stories and reading work on the same themes. It was, quite literally, the only sexual thing he seemed to be at all interested in.
After a month of this, Candy found herself going to the mirror and examining herself critically. She was tall, for a girl. Five feet eight, and still with a year or two of growth left. It ran in the family, her mother and grandmother were both a shade under six feet, and Candy had always been very tall for her age. It had always embarrassed her. At school it marked her out as different, and anything different drew the bullies.
She was also, she thought, rather large framed. Broad across the shoulders and hips, with a wide, deep torso. No wonder mom always had such a hard time buying her clothes. When she compared herself to the women in Jason's clips, she was practically a stick insect. But the potential was there... she could see it.
She spent the next few weeks immersed in research and planning. It was no small project, she realised. But she knew she could do it. Deep down inside, she knew.
Jason left for college in the fall. Candy watched him go tearfully and then set to work.
First, the diet. Eggs, lean beef, skinless chicken breast, salmon, tuna, brown rice, beets... plus diet supplements.
She already had a full gym membership, so that wasn't an issue. Now, though, the gym went from a twice-a-week keep fit necessity to a consuming passion. She began spending two, three hours a day in there. She didn't socialise at all, didn't spend her time showing off her body to the other gym rats, didn't hang around the café watching the weight floor. What she did was lift, the heaviest weights she could handle, for hour after hour.
She began to make progress, but it was painfully slow. Her body gained fitness and definition, but not a whole lot of actual muscle mass, which was what she wanted.
Her saviour was Elaine. One of the gym workers, Elaine stopped by to watch Candy working a machine one afternoon. She wore a pair of shorts and a sleeveless T Shirt, which showed off her rather muscular chest and arms. Candy was instantly jealous... and yet, she did not want to look like Elaine. At least, not unless it was as a stepping stone to something bigger and stronger.
When Candy finished her set, Elaine spoke up.
"Hi there... I'm Elaine," she said, indicating her nametag. "I work here as a personal trainer and fitness advisor. I've seen you here the last few months... you're looking to build bulk, right?"
Candy admitted that she was.
"I thought so. I hate to say it kid, but you're kind of going about it wrong. If you like, I would be happy to advise."
And so, she became Candy's personal trainer. Instead of a hodgepodge of exercises cobbled together from a dozen online sources, Candy had a regular routine and a custom-tailored diet. The progress was immediate. She started to gain, still not hugely, but a pound or two per week. Slow, regular, steady progress. Three months later she had put on twenty pounds of muscle.
Elaine was impressed. "You definitely have the genetics for this," she said. "And I don't think I've ever seen anybody as dedicated to building as you are, not even professional athletes. You have truly remarkable focus and determination like nothing I've ever seen. You could go far."
Candy intended to. She had a goal in mind, and it meant more to her than an Olympic gold.
Six months in, she had gained forty pounds. She looked pretty good, she thought. Perhaps at the lower end of the scale for the kind of girls that Jason liked. She enjoyed it, she found. The sense of physical strength was empowering. She began to add classes in boxing, wrestling, karate, MMA fighting... anything she could find to turn her gradually strengthening body into a weapon. She attacked them all with the same intense focus that she approached the whole project.
She had always been somewhat shy of her tall, awkwardly large body. Now she took to dressing in ways that flaunted her physique. Crop tops and halters and shorts were the order of the day. She drew looks from both males and females in school. Most of them astonishment, but also some disdainful and even outright nasty. People called her a pretend man, a trans male, and other, more insulting names. Even her parents were clearly worried and sat her down more than once to give her 'a talk' about the proper way for young ladies to behave.
Candy didn't care. She had her goal, and it was all that mattered to her. She pointed out to her parents that she kept good grades in school, didn't get into trouble, didn't constantly hang around the house, wasn't smoking, drinking, or doing drugs. She didn't even date. So, what did they have to complain about, really? That she was too fit? It was a hard argument for them to refute.
As for school, she quietly picked out one of the worst of the name callers, then carefully watched him until she had his routine down pat. She found a quiet corner of waste ground behind the park, which he cut through on his way home every day. Nobody else ever seemed to be there. So, one day she was waiting for him as he passed through.
He was a decent-sized guy. No jock, to be sure, but fit and certainly no couch potato. But as it turned out, he was no match for her expanding muscles. She took him down easily and proceeded to put him through a living hell. She twisted his arms up behind his back, one by one - and kept on twisting them, piling on the pressure until she swore he was half an inch from having his shoulder dislocated. She worked his knees and hips over, leaving him sobbing in pain and she practically tore his joints apart. Then she wound her powerful thighs around his chest and squeezed and squeezed, crushing him entirely without mercy. She reduced him to unconsciousness perhaps a dozen times - and each time, she carefully explained to him the brain damage which could result from anoxia. By that time, he could barely even struggle.
By the time she left him, he was a physical wreck. He couldn't make it home - he was found the next day still lying in the same spot. The humiliation of having been so thoroughly dominated by Candy was too much for him; he never did admit the truth to the authorities, claiming that a gang had mugged him. It was two months before he was back in school. He never recovered psychologically, though; he went from being a confident, if rather cruel, young man into a shy, introverted, coward who flinched at every loud noise - and practically sobbed whenever Candy looked at him, which she did at every possible opportunity.
The next big change came along when she discovered that Jason had a girlfriend. Emails from some woman called Melissa began to appear on his computer, along with responses from her beloved Jason. The emails sickened her; they were so lovey-dovey, so pathetic, so soft. This wasn't what Jason wanted! He wanted Candy - he just didn't know it yet! She was absolutely furious at his betrayal, so much so that she practically wanted to drive straight up there and put an end to it directly with her fists.
Instead, she went to Elaine.
"I want to do more," she said.
"You're already amazing as it is," Elaine said. "I've never seen such progress. In a year or so, you could be a serious competitor if you wanted to be."
Candy shook her head. "It's not enough. I want some juice."
Elaine had practically begged her not to go down that route. Candy, of course, was absolutely adamant. She knew Elaine could get what she wanted - any professional fitness trainer could. In the end she settled the debate by informing Elaine that she would either procure what Candy wanted and see to it that she safely used it to maximum benefit... or Candy would simply buy whatever she could get online and use it as she saw fit, along with all the attendant risks.
A week later Elaine gave Candy her first steroid injection.
Her weight gain, which had dramatically slowed in the last few weeks, began to accelerate again. Her muscles sprouted prodigiously - biceps that topped fifteen inches, thighs that hit twenty-four. She was two hundred pounds of pure female strength, and she loved it.
But still, she wanted more. It had gone beyond just wanting Jason, now. She absolutely adored her new body, her gorgeous muscles. She took a narcissistic pleasure in posing before her mirror, admiring herself for hour after hour. She was like a reverse anorexic - she could never be big enough, muscular enough.
Jason might actually have been saved by this. Candy could very easily have fallen into the trap of never quite believing that she was big enough, muscular enough, powerful enough, to go through with her plan. She could easily have just spent the rest of her life growing her body as much as possible, with her dream of conquering Jason and making him hers slowly becoming nothing more than an abstraction.
But then she learned that Melissa was going to move in with him.
The steroids practically bubbling in her bloodstream had made her ever more aggressive; her first masturbatory experience came when she started to instinctively rub her clit whilst reliving the memory of the bully that she had destroyed. If only she could take him on now! She'd rip the snivelling little shit to pieces! Visions of breaking his body beyond any hope of repair drove her to her first shattering orgasm.
So, when she read the emails about Melissa moving in, she flew into a towering rage. She smashed things. She screamed at the heavens. She tore up books, tore up furniture. Her parents didn't dare even try to speak to her - truthfully, they had long ago become afraid of their own daughter, and rarely tried to speak to her about anything now.
She went to the gym and hit the weight machines so hard that people stood staring at her in wonderment as she literally broke two of them.
It couldn't be allowed, she decided when the rage had finally abated. She would not allow that fucking bitch to steal Jason. He was hers. HERS!
She would wait no more. She told her parents she was going away for a couple of weeks to camp out with friends and drove up to his college.
She watched his house for a couple of days. Jason's family was almost as wealthy as her own, not for him some shared room in student digs. No, he had rented himself a nice little house, just for him. And that fucking cunt Melissa, Candy thought savagely.
She waited until he came home for the evening. He was alone. Time to move.
She checked the street, making sure it was quiet, and walked up to his front door. She could have smashed it like so much balsa wood, she knew she could. But it would look bad to people walking past and draw the attention of the cops. Just a little more patience, she told herself. Just a little more...
She set her bag down on the porch and struck a pose, raising her arms above her head and flexing her biceps as she tensed her thighs. The simple white tube dress hugged her every curve. At the top, it barely covered her nipples - the dark circles of her areola peeked above the thin white material. At the bottom, it made a half-hearted attempt at covering her enormous thighs. The material was so thin that it was almost transparent, so that even where it covered her there were hints of the muscle below.
He opened the door.
Jason had always been on the petite side. He'd filled out a little in college, but still he was maybe 5'4'' and no more than 120 or 130 lbs. Candy now stood an even 6'1'' in her bare feet and weighed in at 220 lbs - and in the six-inch platform heels she was wearing today, she was 6'7'' - fully fifteen inches taller than he was. His head was just about level with her breasts.
He didn't even recognise her at first, the sight of this muscular Goddess on his doorstep bore virtually no resemblance to the lanky, awkward girl he had known a year or more ago. He stared, paralysed with awe. This was the woman of his dreams, the woman of his secret fetishes, desires so dark and hidden that he barely even admitted them to himself. How was she here? How was she possibly on his doorstep?!
Candy let him stare, let the visual image she had worked so hard for sink in to his mind. Finally, he closed his mouth and then opened it again to speak.
She didn't let him. That was part of the plan - she would be the pro-active one, the one who acted. He would not be permitted to act at all, only to react to a situation that she dictated.
So, she reached out and put a hand on the door and simply shoved. Jason didn't really try to stop her as such, he was still too dazed to do anything on purpose. But he happened to be standing half behind the door, as people often do when opening it to those they believe are strangers, and so he was in her way.
It didn't matter. One of her powerful arms was easily enough to shove the door open and send Jason sprawling back.
With a final quick glance at the road to ensure nobody had seen, Candy stepped inside and closed the door firmly behind her. "Hello Jason, my love," she said in her sexiest voice.
"Who are... wait... is that... Candy,' he said, his voice reeling with shock. "My God, what happened to you? Are you alright? What... why are you here? What's going on?"
"Time for you to live up to your promise, my Jason," she said breathily. "I'm allll grown up now," she whispered, her hands running down her sides, caressing the bulging curves of her muscles as they trailed down to her enormous thighs. "It's time for you to become mine... forever."
"Promise? What promise- wait, you mean... when I said I'd be your boyfriend when you grew up? Candy, you were like eight years old then! That wasn't serious!" He backed away down the hallway, his eyes as wide as saucers. Candy smiled broadly, flexing her arms as she walked after him. "It was serious to me," she said. She almost felt sorry for him, the poor thing looked terrified! But she couldn't show weakness now. So she smiled broadly and stalked after him like a Lady Terminator.
"B-b-b-but Candy..." he stammered. "W-w-w-what are y-y-you going to do?"
"I can't lie to you, Jason," she said. "I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to hurt you quite a lot."
"But... but why?" He whispered.
"Because it needs to be done, my love," she said. He backed through into the living room. It was quite large, she noticed, with a big open central space and a large comfy-looking couch. Excellent. "Partly, it's punishment. You need to understand that you broke your promise, Jason. You said you would be mine, and then you didn't follow through. You betrayed our love, which shows bad character, and I can't let it go." She closed the door behind her. "But also... I need to break you, Jason."
"Break... what? Why?" He whispered, stunned into near shock.
"Because you want me to, my love," she said. "I know that you love me, Jason, you really do. I am the woman of your dreams. But that silly male macho pride of yours won't admit to your own desires. I need to break your pride, so that you can see how perfect we are for one another."
"Please don't," he whispered.
"You have to understand something, my love," she said softly. "I can do whatever I want... and there is nothing you can do to stop me. Nothing at all."
With that, she cocked her gigantic leg, platform heel pointed at Jason's weedy little chest. Her thigh muscles pulsed with power as she drove the shoe directly into his chest.
Jason made a startled "urk!" as all the breath rushed out of his slender body. He practically flew backwards onto the big couch and lay there, arms and legs twitching feebly.
She could have ended things right there and then, but it was not her intention to simply knock him out. She needed him to suffer and break, not pass out.
He struggled back to his feet. "Let me go, Candy!" He demanded.
He was obviously trying to sound all authoritative, but Candy simply smiled and said "Make me."
He tried to run past her, but he put his head way down and as a result more or less blundered into her. Candy spread her arms as he came and simply wrapped them around him. She shoved him backwards across the length of the room, crashing him into the far wall and slamming her huge body into his. He wailed again as the breath was knocked out of him once more.
He would have collapsed, but Candy locked her left hand on his throat and kept him upright, supporting a good deal of his weight on her muscular arm. She clenched her right fist and drove it into his stomach with carefully measured force. He wheezed and tried to collapse again, but he couldn't. Candy smiled, letting him see how effortless this was for her as she cocked her fist and punched him again in the same spot. And again... and again... and again.
He reached out to try and shove her away and found himself with a double handful of breast. Candy smiled. "Soon enough, lover," she said, dropping her arms and then raising them rapidly inside his, breaking his hold on her. Freed of her support he started to stagger forward. Candy stepped back and delivered another kick to his chest, this time much more powerful. He slammed back into the wall with a solid thump.
He would fight back, she knew. His male ego would allow no other possibility. No matter how overmatched, he would have to at least try and fight back.
And he did. He launched himself forward, throwing a punch into her midsection. Her thickly muscled eight-pack absorbed the blow easily, and she wrapped a big hand around his neck once more and literally threw him back into the wall, so hard she thought she might put him through it.
She punched him in the stomach again, and this time put nearly half of her strength into it. He let out a loud grunt as her fist sank deep into his abdomen. It felt somehow softer than it had. More spongey. She threw another punch, turning her body to add extra weight and momentum to it. She threw perhaps twenty more punches that way. Slowly, so slowly, waiting after each blow, giving him time to regain his breath and dispel the red haze in his vision.
All the time, she kept up a running commentary. "Here comes another one, Jason. Let's see if you can avoid it," she said before driving her fist in yet again. "See, my love? I can hurt you at will." She drew her fist back, holding it ready. "You can't resist me. You can't escape me. I can do as I please." She drove her fist in again. "I am the stronger, Jason. I am the superior. I have the power to use and abuse you however and whenever I choose. You are weak and helpless compared to me," she explained as she pummelled him relentlessly. "I know it hurts, baby, and believe me, I do sympathise. But you need to understand this. Not just intellectually, but deep down in your bones. That you love me. That you are mine. You belong to me, to use and abuse as I please."
Keeping his neck in one hand, she gripped his leather belt in the other and bodily lifted him off the floor. She turned, hefting him easily over her head - and then dropped to her knees and slammed him down hard onto the floor. She slowly raised him back above her head and then slammed him down again... and again.
Finally, she dropped him. He twitched feebly and moaned. It sounded like "Please... please..." over and over again.
She began to tear his clothes off of his body. It was important that he understand that she would allow him no modesty with her, no reservations. Everything he was belonged to her now, and she would see him how and when she pleased. His shirt disintegrated under her hands, converted into little more than some rags to be tossed aside. His trousers followed moments later. She worked his shoes and socks off, and then his underwear.
He was erect, she saw. And how! To her delight, Candy had finally found the one way that her beloved was not below average in size. Far from it!
She straddled his lap, feeling that tumescent rod resting against her pussy - a pussy that was literally dripping, she was so wet. She was sorely tempted to slide him into her and discard her virginity right here and now, but no. The time was not yet right.
Instead she took a grip on his hair and lifted him up so that she could wrap her supremely muscled legs around him. He seemed to come around at that point and began to struggle frantically, slamming his fists into her midsection.
She crossed her ankles, hooking her legs together, and began to squeeze. She had to be careful here - she could easily kill him with legs as powerful as hers. The thought made her pussy pulsate with pleasure, and in a dark and hidden corner of her mind, she knew that one day, she would do just that. Not to Jason, of course, she loved him far too much for that. But somebody. Some weakling male that she could use, abuse, and then dispose of. Ha, maybe she would look that school bully up. He probably still had nightmares about her, it would be delicious to see the look on his face when he realised that she had returned.
But for today, she carefully piled on the pressure until he went from making pained strangling noises to being almost silent. Held it there... held it there... held it there... and then finally released. He practically collapsed against her, breathing frantically.
"Ready for more, darling?" She asked pleasantly.
"No! Please, Candy!" He wheezed. It was all he got out before she piled on the pressure again. She repeated the process over and over - crushing him to the point of unconsciousness, then giving him a few seconds of air to recover before crushing him again. The cumulative effect was amazing. Within thirty minutes Jason was a wreck, his sides bruised bone deep and aching horribly. He begged and pleaded, and honestly it got to Candy a little. This was the man she loved, after all. But she steeled herself against the emotion, reminding herself that this was ultimately for his own good.
"Please..." he sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Please Candy, please stop... I can't take any more..."
She relaxed, smiling as she brushed the tears away and then hugged him to her. "Oh you poor baby," she murmured, stroking his back gently. "My love, my darling beautiful Jason. You will take more for me. You don't have any way to avoid it. I'm going to hurt you, and hurt you, and hurt you... until I have had enough of it. You will take it, my love. Take the pain, take the humiliation, the degradation. You have no other choice."
His whole body shook with fear as he clung to her. Candy smiled; first harshness to make him vulnerable, then softness to capitalise on his vulnerability. It was working! "We will move on to a different area, though," she said. "I think your sides have had as much as they can take for now."
She took his right arm and forced it behind his back, reaching around his puny torso with her right hand to grip his wrist. He resisted as best he could, which was a pathetic effort at best. "I'm going to hurt your shoulder now," she said.
"Please, Candy, don't do this," he whimpered. She began to raise his arm, twisting his shoulder painfully. He screamed as she steadily increased the pressure, inching his arm upwards a little at a time. Again, she kept increasing the force until she felt his shoulder right on the edge of tearing apart, and held it there, keeping poor little Jason in agony for minute after long minute before finally releasing him.
"Time for the other arm now," she cooed. Jason desperately tried to escape, but he had no chance against the power of her feminine muscle. She took turns working each shoulder for the next hour, relentlessly abusing them until his arms hung at his sides like limp noodles, almost totally incapable of movement. He screamed and sobbed hysterically, driven beyond rational thought by the endless pain. Candy revelled in it, knowing that each scream brought him one step closer to loving her.
"You see how weak you are compared to me, my love?" She asked as she finally released her hold. "You are pitiful. I am a Goddess compared to you. You will love me and devote yourself to pleasing me from this day on, for the rest of your life. And if you don't... I will simply hurt you until you do. You can't resist me, you can't stop me. And honestly, my love, you really don't even want to. Look at this," she reached down and took hold of his cock, still standing rampantly erect. "You beg and plead for me to stop but look at what your body is saying. This says 'please hurt me more, Goddess, please humiliate and break me and make me yours'. Well, that's just what I'm going to do."
She released him, rolling away and smiling as he flopped to the floor, groaning. "Time for the next body part," she announced, turning and kneeling between his legs. She seized one leg, locking her muscular arm around the leg just above the ankle. She rolled backwards, putting pressure on his Achilles tendon. Jason emitted a fresh scream of pain as she bore down, doubling and redoubling the pressure. He flopped around moaning and begging, his entire leg paralysed with pain as Candy relentlessly tortured him.
Eventually she released him, letting him flop onto the floor. Standing up, she stripped the tube dress from her body, revealing it in all of her magnificent naked glory. Even bruised and abused as he was, she saw Jason's eyes locked on her, drinking in the sight of her feminine power.
She smiled as she slipped a finger between the lips of her pussy. Christ, she was so fucking wet! The prospect of beating Jason into loving her had her immensely turned on. Candy walked over, standing astride his head, and slowly began to squat down over his face.
"Now, my love, you will pleasure me with your tongue," she said. "Be sure to do a good job... or else."
With that she settled herself onto Jason's face. He moaned and tried to turn his head away, but it was useless; Candy's titanic thighs trapped him completely. "Lick me, darling," she ordered. Jason just lay there, struggling to draw breath as her scent filled his nose.
Candy grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his face into her. She began to bring her thighs together, squeezing his little head between them. He emitted a gurgling noise as the incredible pressure built on his head, trying to beg. "Lick," she ordered sternly, "I'm not going to let up until you obey, Jason. Lick!"
And he did - terrified that she might suffocate him to death with her dripping pussy, or crush his skull to pulp between her immensely powerful thighs, he had no choice. Candy moaned in delight as his tongue sought out her clit. "That's it," she said. "Now to the left a little... left, I said!" She squeezed hard to emphasise the point. "Better... now up a little. There! Right there! Perfect... now lick faster, Jason. Press harder with your tongue! Harder!" She issued him a constant stream of instructions, directing him to pleasure her exactly as she wanted. It was humiliating for poor Jason - he was not one of those men who shied away from giving oral sex; he even liked to think he was quite good at it. But as with many men, his opinion of his skill fell rather short of his actual skill. And like many women, Melissa had not been one to complain about it.
Candy, however, was a different story. The powerful, dominant woman she had become knew exactly what her body wanted, and she expected Jason to deliver - and was perfectly willing to torture him until he did. So, she issued her orders, treating him as little more than a masturbatory tool.
Nor did she let up after just a few minutes. She rode Jason to several shattering orgasms, her body tensing so powerfully that she practically snapped his neck when her thickly muscled thighs gripped him. "More!" She demanded. "Don't stop, Jason! If you dare stop I'll give you a beating that makes what you've had so far look like a gentle kiss! Lick! More! Deeper! Faster!"
After she had ridden him to a fifth orgasm, she could wait no more. She lifted up, revealing a face rubbed red raw and glazed with her copious juices. Turning, she settled down again - this time on his hips. She guided that big cock into her, still throbbing hard, moaning with pleasure as he penetrated her virgin pussy. "That's it, my love," she crooned as she slid down on his cock. "Fuck your lover... oh that feels so good, so very wonderful... oh darling, you have no idea how long I have dreamed of this!"
She began to raise and lower herself on him, thigh muscles flexing as she moved. "Don't you dare cum, lover," she said as the strong muscles of her pussy gripped his cock painfully hard. "You cum when I say so, not one moment before!"
She rode him to two more orgasms as Jason struggled not to squirt inside her. His body was a mass of aches and pains, virtually paralysed, seemingly every muscle bruised or torn. And yet... and yet, he looked up at the muscular goddess above him, and his cock stood rampant as she raped him fully. This whole experience was doing strange things to his head. He could not be said to be thinking about it as such - Jason really wasn't in a position to do a lot of actual thinking, he was mostly a creature of emotion and instinct right now. And whilst he had never really expected to live out his dark fantasies of domination by a muscular woman, having that fantasy come true was having a profound effect on him. He was immersed in a torrent of pain and utter terror... and lust, and desire.
Finally, Candy leaned forward, one big hand resting on Jason's jaw, gripping it powerfully. "Now darling. Cum for your Goddess. Cum! Now!"
And he did. Somehow, her words drove him over the edge. His balls throbbed painfully as he squirted a gigantic load into her hot wet pussy. Candy moaned in pleasure as she felt him throbbing inside her, depositing his seed.
She pulled herself off his cock and again squatted over his face, giving him a close-up view of her pussy as his cum slowly began to drip from it. Jason could only stare, horrified, as his own load gradually began to ooze out and splatter onto his face. Candy giggled as she smeared it over his face with her fingers, mixing it with her own juices. "Hmmm, Jason, you look so good with cum all over your face," she murmured.
She gripped his chest in her hands and rose, easily lifting him bodily off the floor. "That was lovely, Jason, but we're not quite done fucking. You've fucked me, and that was lovely. Now it's my turn to fuck you."
She tossed him onto the bed and then went to fetch her shoulder bag. The strap-on harness and her biggest dildo lay inside.
Candy stepped into the leather harness and buckled it firmly into place on her hips. The dildo was even larger than Jason's cock, a thought that pleased her - a Lady should have a bigger cock than her man, she mused. Truthfully, she had been pretty disgusted when she first saw that he was watching videos where women used these odd contraptions. Nevertheless, she recognized the potential inherent in the idea of sodomising Jason into submission. She had ordered a harness and several different dildos to fit it.
Trying the harness on the first time had been a revelation. She had used the smallest dildo to begin with, a slim five-inch-long thing. The feeling had been amazing; within moments she found herself strutting around her bedroom, rolling her hips to make her artificial cock waggle around. It had been an intense, exciting feeling.
She had practically ripped the harness off and slipped the largest dildo in; a ten-inch-long, two-and-a-half-inch thick monster. Walking around with that sticking out of her thighs was amazing! She was used to the power of her muscles by then, but this made her feel powerful in a whole different way. She felt an intense desire, a need to use this gigantic phallus on somebody, to impale them and literally fuck them into capitulation.
And now she was going to do it. Jason stared at her in terror as she buckled the giant phallus into place and slipped the little bullet vibe into the pocket under the base, then spread a generous quantity of lube onto it. Jason began to whimper in fear, his arms and legs twitching as he made a feeble attempt at escape. She laughed as she saw just how immobilised he was now. She was truly breaking him down.
"There is no way for you to escape, my love," she said mockingly. "The power of my muscles has made sure of that. Now I will make love to you. Call it a rape, if you wish. But understand that you are mine to rape, as and when I please."
With that she flipped him over and shoved a couple of pillows under his hips to raise his ass, making it a nice inviting target. She placed the pointed head of her phallus against his asshole and plunged forward.
This was no gentle lover's touch. Frankly, her giant cock was too big for gentleness. Jason's virgin sphincter was tight, all the tighter as he clenched in utter terror and humiliation. Soft loving thrusts would have done her little good here. Which was just fine as far as Candy was concerned, for soft and loving were not on her agenda for today!
Instead, the mighty muscles of her thighs sent her hips forward in a single, absurdly powerful thrust. Jason's little sphincter had no chance to resist; he howled in anguish as her huge prick burst through all resistance, splitting him open and plunging inch after hard inch of her cock deep into his bowels. Candy screamed with pleasure as she rammed her cock balls deep, her hips slamming into Jason's soft asshole. The little bullet vibe did its work, pressing hard against her clit as she slammed home and driving her into an instant orgasm.
She wasn't finished, however. Here was a chance to use her full strength on little Jason for the first time, and she intended to relish every moment. She gripped his hips with her hands and began to fuck him as hard and as fast as she could. With each thrust she withdrew until the huge head was stretching his ruptured anus, almost pulling completely out. Then she would plunge back in, as hard as her powerful muscles could thrust, slapping her hips into his behind once more.
Jason thrashed feebly. Perhaps he was trying to resist. At this point his body was so broken and crippled that she couldn't even tell. She concentrated on giving him the longest, hardest fucking that she could.
"Feel my power, Jason," she crooned as she raped him. "You can't stop it, you can't resist it. And unlike a man, I stay hard permanently, Jason. I can fuck you whenever I want, as hard as I want, for as long as I want!"
She reached down behind her and grabbed his balls, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base of his scrotum to prevent them from retracting into his body. The rest of her fingers curled around his big balls, and she squeezed. She gave him no mercy; she squeezed so hard that her knuckles turned white and then just kept on squeezing. Jason screamed and screamed, but her words were perfectly true - there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop the pain.
She would always believe, later on, that this was where his ego broke. Perhaps it was her assault on his balls that did it - the tremendous pain aside, the male ego is, of course, intimately tied in to their genitalia, and the fact that Candy was able to so effortlessly sodomise him whilst torturing his balls so brutally just shattered his macho pride on a fundamental level. He did not instantly turn into an obedient slave in that moment, of course. But up to then, Jason had believed that Candy's assault would be a temporary thing. Sooner or later he would escape, or be saved by outside intervention, or perhaps even that she would tire of him and just leave. That comforting notion was destroyed, she thought, as her powerful fingers crushed his balls. From that moment on he truly believed, deep down on an instinctive level, that nothing could ever save him. His view of Candy transformed; no longer did he see her simply as an attacker, but rather as something akin to an unstoppable force of nature. She could not be resisted, and he was foolish to try.
Candy literally sodomised him into unconsciousness; eventually the physical toll on his body combined with the endless pain sent him into shock, and he simply passed out.
She considered waking him for more torture but sensed that there was no need. He was mentally broken now. She had no illusions that the process was complete, nor anywhere near it. The foundation had been laid, that was all. He would, naturally, need plenty of reinforcement in the coming days and weeks. Now, however, she would give him time to rest. She would give his body time to heal, so that she could torture it anew when it was recovered, and she would give his mind time to assimilate what had happened, let the fear and humiliation continue their work on his psyche.
She lay down on her back beside his inert body and pulled him on top of her. She buried his face in her breasts, stroking his back softly. Yes, let him sleep, and sense the warmth and scent of her body whilst he did. Perhaps he would sense the truth, that whilst belonging to her would mean a life of abuse and humiliation for him, there would also be affection and closeness.
God, how she loved him...
