Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Fifteen-2

Even my unprecedented bondage contributes to my moaning, runaway arousal in a way I’d never dreamed possible. For five minutes or more I strain at my restraints, gasp through my nose and writhe erotically on the bed, my brain awhirl with fearful fantasies of the long-sought consummation upcoming and my body both tormented and exalted by the overwhelming feelings flooding through it. Then finally the incredible Hulka emerges from her room. And at first I’m more blown away and excited than ever by her incredibly intimidating appearance.

Her shimmering titian hair is pulled back into a long ponytail, emphasizing her strong square jaw and haughty cheekbones. Even better, she’s wearing only a threadbare men’s cotton strap-style t-shirt that exposes bulging, vein-wrapped biceps and an intimidating tattoo on each muscular shoulder. Turgid n*****s poke through the thin fabric, which is pulled up high and away from her hard flat belly by breasts more enormous than any of her usual outfits had ever hinted at. But then my eyes drop lower, and ice-water floods my veins even as my made-up face flushes fiery hot. Hulking Hulga has a c**k! Absolutely flabbergasted, I goggle at its dangerously erect length, at least five times my own, and at the balls below that are bloated to bursting with eager seed. Jutting fearfully out from her hairless crotch, this immense organ is perfectly proportional to her gigantic frame, and bobs jauntily up and down as she grinningly approaches me.

My shock and chagrin are boundless and devastating. But then despite this I finally perceive that these terrifying genitals are not really real. Hulga’s huge c**k and bloated balls are actually made of vulcanized rubber, built into a pair of flesh-colored latex hot pants so tight and wrinkleless they are almost impossible to distinguish from the rest of her monolithic body.

While naturally an enormous relief, this realization does little to dispel my monumental dismay at this should-have-been entirely predictable turn of events. Almost of their own accord my legs suddenly snap together and my arms start wrestling furiously with their restraints – all futilely of course.

Overflowing with vibrant zeal, the beautiful and immeasurably fearful female I’ve lusted after with such foolish abandon bounds onto the bed with a gloating chuckle of delicious relish. Twice my size she straddles my helpless body and then drops forward atop me, her enormous form absolutely dwarfing my pathetically tiny one. Her huge c**k presses against my belly as her rubber-clad crotch crushes flat my own idiotically impudent erection. Her massive weight compresses me deep into the mattress and her humongous breasts, separated from me only by the thinnest layer of fabric, rest on the top of my head. Still panting and growling with supremely dominating arousal she crushes me beneath her lush, muscular, monstrous body and writhes against me, roughly wrestling me around in just the manner I’ve always dreamed of. Still the hard spike of her c**k rubbing against my belly fills me with undiluted terror, and I find this otherwise fondest fantasy fulfilled impossible to properly to appreciate. For at least ten or fifteen minutes huge Hulga manhandles me around, smothering me with her immensity, scissoring my skinny legs with her incredibly powerful ones and gasping and grunting urgently in an insane transport of domineering need. And son of a b***h, somehow this animalistic attack actually gradually begins to get to me.

Despite the terror of where this is surely leading my previous excitement finally starts to return. I am so small, weak and helpless, and she is so incomprehensibly huge and powerful! I am nothing but a trapped, impotent mote caught in the clutches of an enormous, pitilessly voracious predator! The scent of her skin and sweat, the exquisite sense and sensations of her colossal body roughly using mine as an otherwise pointless toy soon have me bucking and writhing ecstatically against her, reveling in the utter futility of my efforts.

My bondage of course exacerbates this mad urgency, and even my humiliating cross-dressing contributes its perverse appeal. The slippery satin between us slides frictionless against my skin, and the silky hair of my wig tickles my cheeks and flutters in my panting respiration in a way that is distinctly feminine. At last I regain touch with my earlier appreciation for my transformation and finally wholly give in to my superior’s demand that I embrace my nascent lesbianism. Wrenching and struggling as though possessed – which I now obviously am – I finally manage to exploit a moment of Hulka’s distraction and free my legs from beneath her.

Immediately I spread them wide, lift them up and wrap them around her big thick hips. Barely I manage to lock my ankles over her bulbous ass. Then I begin squirming and writhing in earnest, pumping my crotch up against her and moaning just as much at her c**k and balls chafing my belly as I do at the crushing pain and pleasure in my own up-thrusting genitalia. Gorgeous Hulka promptly responds to this breakthrough in kind, violently humping me back. Gripping my shoulders with her big strong hands she anchors me in her implacable embrace and dry-rides me wildly, until I’m nearly out of my mind. Then finally, gloriously, she deems the wonderfully exciting foreplay at an end.HHH

It’s time for the main event.

Panting hugely she rises off of me, and glares demandingly down.

“Are you ready to truly become a lesbian then?” she snarls. “Are you ready to become my greedy little b***h, and learn to enjoy the only kind of s*x life such as you will ever be worthy of?” By now my terror of penetration has become an additional inexplicable spice to these wildly provocative proceedings. I actually crave the agony I know is coming, and so I nod frantically in response.

“Good! Because I can’t wait to f**k the ever-loving s**t out of you girl! Just let me get all lubed up first. Otherwise my big butch c**k will probably put you in the hospital!”

She climbs off of me, and reaches into her ever-present suitcase. Trembling all over with mad anticipation I watch as she withdraws a tube of s*x gel and liberally coats her impossibly lifelike erection. Then as she looms back over me I oh-so willingly lift my high-heeled feet above my head and spread my legs out wide. Growling again with predatory intent she moves eagerly into place.

“Be warned virgin, Gina! I don’t bother with consideration when it comes to f*****g. My ever increasing ecstasy is all that matters to me. Any pain you may experience is utterly inconsequential. You exist only to provide me with pleasure. If you can live with this, we might actually have a wonderfully exciting future together.

“One more thing,” Hulka growls, as she presses the head of her at least two-inch thick prick against my tight, tiny little hole, “Don’t you dare ejaculate on me! I don’t want any stinking semen soiling this experience! You are a lesbian now, and that miniscule little thing of yours no longer exists. Remember that!”

With that the incredible Hulka clutches the top of the headboard above me for leverage. Thus anchored then she uses all of the amazing size and strength at her considerable disposal in a tremendous, heaving forward thrust that rams her prodigious male organ over halfway into me.

Immediately I squeal in an agony far beyond my worst expectations. Yet true to her word Hulka just pulls back and lunges even more powerfully forward, driving in deeper still with an incredibly eloquent grunt of effort and ecstasy. Sobbing into my gag I try hopelessly to cope with this brutal invasion, but the stretching and stuffing of my anus and rectum respectively causes me pain of unrivalled intensity. Streaming tears smear my mascara and cut tracks through the thick makeup on my cheeks, and I can’t imagine how I can possibly endure another second of this. Of course Hulka just pulls back and pounds into me again, finally forcing her entire enormous length up into me. Then snarling with sadistic excitement she begins building an implacable, unstoppable rhythm, plunging in and out of my skewered self with a constantly escalating pace and force.

“Yeah baby!” she gasps, as she works her big body against and up into my tiny one, “How do you like it? Your sissy little cherry is history! From now on this p***y belongs exclusively to me! And I’m going to f**k it whenever the mood strikes me. Hell, I may even quit using real girls altogether. You are just so much tighter than anyone I’ve ever encountered, and your pitiful squealing turns me on more than any appreciative moaning ever could! God, how I love to f**k you, Gina!”

With that she lapses into silence – except for her delighted gasps and grunts that is – and devotes all of her more than considerable energies to hammering her huge erect p***s violently in and out of me. As for me, I can only thrash my head wildly back and forth on the pillow in fruitless denial.

Ejaculate? Yeah right! My own erection is ancient history, my already tiny member shriveled up so chagrined that it might as well not even be there – just as decreed of course. My mad excitement is likewise long gone, instantly subsumed by the insidiously intimate agony of submissive lesbian s*x. For the forty or so interminable minutes that it takes the incredible Hulka to f**k my little sissy-p***y to several screaming orgasms I can only squeal and weep and desperately wish I was somewhere, anywhere else – the mountains of the moon perhaps, or aboard the Voyager spacecraft as it ventures out into interstellar space. When she finally, at long last pulls all the way out of me to towel herself off and smoke a cigarette I can only lay there blubbering in my bonds and wondering how on earth I ever got myself into this unbearably compromising situation. Unfortunately of course this respite is pitifully short-lived. Stubbing out her butt, Hulka soon turns back to me, the renewed zeal blazing from her beautiful face all the evidence I need that she intends to resume her vicious anal assault on me.

“That was awesome!” she exclaims. “Absolutely, totally f*****g awesome! You are the tightest little b***h in the world! Now I’m going to have to really degrade you by brutally f*****g pile-driving you! That’s always the best. But first I have to get rid of this t-shirt. I’m just too hot right now for even that!”

Big muscles bulge, and to my astonished delight Hulka rips apart her skimpy t-shirt. She tosses the shreds dramatically aside, fully exposing those incredible breasts. Each one alone well bigger than my head, these are speckled with freckles and capped with luscious red n*****s the size and shape and succulence of hothouse strawberries.

Despite my extreme debilitation my forgotten c**k starts twitching again at the sight. Ignoring my reaction Hulka grabs two more sets of handcuffs from her voluminous suitcase and locks a single manacle to each of my ankles. Then she folds me up until my ass is high in the air and my feet so far behind and below my propped-up head that they rest on the mattress. There she cuffs them to the headboard’s lowest slat, securing me in that ridiculous position. By the time she’s finished (breasts swaying enticingly just above me all the while) my rampant erection has emphatically returned, straining down at my face from less than a foot away. Smirking arrogantly down at me, Hulka breaks her own edict then by referring to this.

“I see you’re as excited by the prospect of more lesbian s*x as I am. Well, far be it from me to keep you waiting, girl!”

She steps over me, straddling my body and spreading her legs out wide. She adjusts her huge erection so that it points directly down, and then squats a bit to insert it into my still gaping hole. Then, again grabbing the headboard for balance and leverage, she starts flexing her frogged-out legs, lunging up and down and plunging once again all the way in and out of me.