Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 1

Chapter Fifteen-3

Right away I resume squealing and sobbing into my gag. She is indeed a pitiless pile-driver, pounding an ever-deeper hole in my should-be-insensate insides. Of course the agony of this rhythmic impalement is instead increasingly exquisite, and the tears flooding from my eyes quickly turn her enormous hulking form into a looming, lunging blur. Yet so traumatizing is my degrading defiling that soon my need for distraction from and compensation for this impossibly brutal assault actually compels me to control my crying, to blink away my tears and focus my worshipful gaze on those incomparably huge and beautiful breasts.

Viewed from below they bounce wildly up and down, a pair of gorgeous, perfectly matched globes that form the most unbelievably erotic spectacle imaginable. Utterly captivated by this entrancing display I surprisingly find that far from shriveling away into nothingness again my stubby little erection continues to strain harder than ever at me. Less than a foot from my face to begin with, this is nudged closer and closer with every punishing thrust of Hulka’s own enormous hard-on. Slamming relentlessly down into me her rhythm constantly compresses my midriff, until I’d actually be able to suck myself if I had a properly sized p***s. Of course my superior would never allow this, so as a newly turned lesbian I force myself to ignore this somehow shamefully exciting idea and continue focusing on those magnificent breasts.

What I would give to suckle them, to have them battering me about and even smothering me to death! Alas none of this is permitted me either, at least not yet, and so maddening is this further deprivation that finally I’m forced to turn my attention once again to the one impossible-to-ignore source of s****l stimulation open to me: the endless, agonizing invasion of hulking Hulka’s huge prick pile-driving all the way ever deeper down into me. Desperately I strive to transfer my mad arousal to this, but still the pain in my insides is too great. Yet sensing somehow this inner struggle, Hulga suddenly begins exhorting me as she f***s me, commanding me to enjoy the pain, not just endure it; to learn to live for it like a good little lesbian slut. Reminded thus of my required new identity, my newfound femininity finally once again reasserts itself. My pageboy hair flutters in my breath, my satin lingerie caresses my tingling flesh and I recall and relive the mad lesbian abandon with which I first struggled against Hulka’s impossibly potent physical domination. Submissive excitement stirs within me anew, and finally I find within my transforming (or maybe just properly emerging) psyche that first tentative acceptance of my only possible s*x life.

“Come on, slut, take it! Take my big hard c**k! Feel it plunging so f*****g deep into you! This is your future, your life; this is all you have to look forward to sexually! You can have no s*x life or this s*x life, it’s your choice. Isn’t it wildly arousing to be so incredibly dominated? To be put into bondage and forcibly converted? To have no alternative but to embrace lesbianism? This isn’t just your boss talking, this is the ultimate authority in your life, and the only s****l partner you’ll ever have. Now learn to love my c**k, you slut! Cherish the pain, cherish the shame; devote the entirety of your existence to taking my manly c**k! You truly have no other option...”

Oh God(dess) she is so right! And yet none of her truisms could probably take hold but for one blessed, unavoidable change. Finally, after so much brutal f*****g, my sissy-p***y has somehow become stretched out enough for the agony of my brutal introduction to lesbian s*x to lessen enough to finally allow room for arousal.

Something inside me is beginning to respond wonderfully to that thick, plunging p***s. Some hidden inner nub, as impossible to name as it is to ignore, seems to love that relentless sliding pressure. Is this what they call a g-spot? Whatever it is, the sensation is compelling enough to be quickly irresistible. Seen from less than a foot away, my penile opening begins leaking pre-come. As it quickly accumulates and begins dripping from the tip I gradually register that my smothered cries have somehow transmogrified from those of agony to excitement. Gazing up once again at Hulka’s po-going body and wildly bouncing breasts I’m suddenly so maddened with lesbian lust that even my lawful superior’s direst warnings are no match for my innate biology.

Even though completely untouched my miniscule erection begins to shudder and then pump. Convulsions wrack it from base to tip, and suddenly it’s spurting its copious load all over me in absolutely mind-blowing release. Hot sticky ropes, loops and splats of forbidden maleness slap against my cheeks, my nose, my chin and the tape sealing my lips as I squeal helplessly in paradoxical glee and apology.

Hulking Hulga finds apotheosis at this herself, at least at first. Her plunging rhythm and climbing cries peak unmistakably as well, as her own orgasm thrills unstoppably through her. But then as soon as her climax is past she immediately reverts to the avatar of implacable authority I’ve always loved and lusted after. She pulls her wondrous prick from my forever now eagerly accepting ass and moves to kneel right next to me. Flooded anew with fear and remorse I pant explosively through my come-splattered nose and peer tremulously up past her threatening erection, heaving breasts and into her righteously outraged regard.

“Didn’t I command you not to come?” she shrieks down at me. “Didn’t I most specifically explain that your manhood is at an end? Well now you force me to take that matter out of your hands – or your balls – for good!

“First I’m going to whip the s**t out of you,” she snarls down. “You won’t be able to sit for a week. Then I’m going to leave you tied up here while I go out and buy the most confining chastity belt I can find. Then, after I’ve locked you into it for good, I’m going to spend the rest of this weekend slut-f*****g you into oblivion. If you want to ever have any kind of s*x again, namely my kind of brutal, endlessly submissive lesbian s*x, you’d better concentrate exclusively on satisfying me! Otherwise you will wander this earth in desperately lonely celibacy forever, constantly regretting what your last orgasm ever has cost you!”

With that she climbed from the bed, pulled a six-foot single-tail bullwhip from her suitcase and loomed terrifyingly over me. Grinning grimly down at my bulging, terrified eyes she drew back her hugely muscled arm and let fly with the first of hopefully unlimited excruciating strokes.