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Big Linda’s Midnight Visits

Plus Six Assorted Stories

By Lance Edwards

ISBN 13: 978-1-935897-51-4

A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication

Big Linda’s Midnight Visits

Visit One: Visiting Rites

Visit Two: Turning the Tables

Linda’s Interlude: My Own Little Toy

Visit Three: On the Cutting Edge

Visit Four: Fit to be Tied

Linda’s Interlude: Predator & Prey

Visit Five: You Are What You Eat

Visit Six: Double Trouble

Linda’s Interlude: Transformation Complete

Visit Seven: A Real Kick in the Teeth

Visit Eight: The Curtain Falls

Six Assorted Stories

No Shrinking Violet

Victoria’s Secret

Hot and Cold Running Cocks

Nocturnal Submissions

Closeted Slut

Party Animal

Big Linda’s Midnight Visits

Visit One: Visiting Rites

Something absolutely incredible – and incredibly devastating – happened to me recently, something so dangerous, so stimulating, so mind-blowing – and yet so horribly demeaning – that I can’t seem to come to terms with it. I guess the only answer is to finally share this with someone, let it all out, despite the considerable humiliation that’s bound to cause me.

Well, psychiatry fees being what they are, you’re elected to listen. I hope you can handle the story. It’s pretty outrageous, to say the least, and it makes for some uncomfortable hearing and telling at times. Frankly, at this point, I don’t much care if you can take it or not. After what’s been going on here, after my wild, perverse, unbelievable affair with Big Linda Skrue, it’s either unburden myself to a total stranger or go stark raving mad.

So here we go. To begin with, I’ve been stuck in a wheelchair for the last ten years. Most unfortunate, I know. A stupid accident at the height of my flaming youth robbed me of many things, not the least of which was a normal social life. But finally I found a way to turn my disability to my rather dubious advantage.

I first met this woman I came to know as ‘Big’ Linda when she began to work as my Personal Care Aide. She owned a small private home health care agency, and I’d hired her to help me with the things I couldn’t manage myself: bathing, dressing, and other personal hygiene.

It was an agreeable situation. I didn’t know much about her, but she was certainly pleasant enough. Perhaps she was a bit haughty and distant, yet competent and professional in every way. And to a terminally deprived case like me she was a wet dream to behold. Her face was truly beautiful with strong, severe features heavily freckled orange, and shimmering reddish highlights similarly overlaid the rich golden fall of her long, straight, remarkably thick hair. Tall and strong and outrageously stacked, her beauty and amazing body made her more than just a mouthwatering specimen. In a way she was also profoundly intimidating.

There was something about her, something beyond her bulky arms and shoulders, her unbelievably heavy breasts and impressively muscular six-foot one-inch frame. Maybe it was in the way she carried herself: such confident poise, such a challenging look and stance. It made me wonder if there was anyone at all out there that was truly man enough for her.

Of course, I had no illusions about myself.

I’m a good enough looking guy, and fully capable where it really counts. But there’s always this goddamn wheelchair. Not many women are open-minded enough to look beyond it and give me a try. In fact, by the time I met this gorgeous Linda Skrue, my confidence had been so battered by the endless string of rejections that I never quite had the guts to make a move on her. Yet she must have known how much I wanted her. She worked in daily proximity with my naked body, after all, and some truths just can’t be hidden. Practically every time she’d bathe me, I’d quickly swell into an obvious erection.

Wherever you are, Big Linda, I’m sorry. It was impossible not to.

Leaning over me in the bathtub, with her loose scrubs belling out and her bra-less breasts swaying in my face, Linda’s musky scent and strong sure hands turned me on so much that I thought I’d lose my mind. Before long my obstinately unthinking cock was hardened into a bony rope of muscle, straining up above the soapy surface of the water like the one-eyed snout of a breaching leviathan.

How embarrassing. Completely professional, both of us tried to ignore it. Yet Linda’s easy indifference as she scrubbed the soapy wash mitt over and around my hard, throbbing genitals only magnified my desperation.

Didn’t she care how horny I was? Couldn’t she tell how much I needed someone, anyone, to rescue me from my unwilling isolation? Could she possibly sense how much I was willing to give in return? I don’t know. All I know is that what happened next seemed somehow inevitable. By the time she’d finished washing me and go to make the bed, ‘Big’ Linda (as I came to think of her) would invariably have me so worked up I was eager for any opportunity, however tenuous, to ease my frustration. After all I hadn’t been laid in nearly ten years, and here was this Amazon dream of a personal aide, intimately ministering to my naked body. Well, a man can stand only so much. Lounging there, alone in the hot, steamy tub, it was just too easy to lie back and let my fingers do the walking. Somehow I ended up jerking myself off nearly every day.

Of course, given the limited nature of my privacy in these circumstances I suppose Linda catching me at this was also inevitable. It should have been no surprise when she eventually walked in on me. But it must have been quite a surprise indeed, at least for her. There I was: gasping, panting, and even moaning out her name as I gripped and pulled and pumped on myself.

What an incredibly devastating, deeply humiliating experience! I still don’t know how to adequately explain its effect on me. All I know is that my eyes were closed on a glorious vision of ‘Big’ Linda’s wildly heaving breasts. I was so absorbed in a wonderful fantasy of fondling and fucking and then creaming out all over them that I wouldn’t have heard the world end, much less the door open. Totally oblivious, I was beating my meat like a maniac, splashing and thrashing and burning my eager way towards orgasm.

“Oh, oh, fuck me Big Linda!” I helplessly groaned aloud. Then just as this exclamation escaped me I suddenly realized that the lady in question was standing there, framed in the doorway and watching me expressionlessly. What happened next was more surely fate than the accident that robbed me of my legs.

Humiliation and arousal somehow became inextricably mixed, an erotic alchemy that was at once both weirdly perverse and powerfully compelling. For some reason the sudden, guilty shock of my discovery shamed me into an immediate orgasm, one so powerful that I could scarcely credit it. My balls seemed to clench, pulsing perceptibly as they delivered their load, and I cried out, clamping down hard on my cock and stupidly trying to suppress the inevitable.

No chance. What I call in lighter moments ‘the dream cream’ was too eager for release. Bursting forth through my fingers, it spurted out hot and spunky all over my chest and belly even as Linda stood there calmly watching me.

Well. After that I could only sprawl there, panting and blushing as we stared at each other. But instead of appearing embarrassed herself, Linda was just smirking contemptuously. Then she sneered down her nose at me.

“Good: ‘Big Linda’. I like that. From now on I don’t want you to call me anything else. And I didn’t know you could do that.” She gestured at my come-splattered middle, my deflating erection, and her gaze turned suddenly inward. For a mesmerizing moment she was silent, her expression unreadable. Then she spoke, almost to herself.

“You know, I could use you…” She stood there silently contemplating, then came back to the present. Looking down at me strangely, she continued, “I have these urges, you see. Sometimes I wake up, all alone and incredibly horny in the middle of the night, with the overwhelming urge to do things with a man...to do things to a man...that most men simply can’t accept.” Slowly a disconcerting and decidedly evil smile spread across Big Linda’s freckled face. “But you’ll accept it. You’ll have to. You’re crippled and alone here.”

Her voice took on a taunting, singsong note.

“All alone and lonely, helpless in bed, and I’ve got the key...I could just come in here any night I want, and use you any way I want. Couldn’t I? I could just fuck you up and down and eight ways to Sunday, and there isn’t a damn thing you’d dare do about it. Is there? Because you want me. Don’t you?”

Of course I could only nod, my wasted sperm dripping slowly down my naked body, and suddenly Big Linda snapped out, “Don’t you? Say it!”

“I want you, Big Linda!”

Her sparkling blue eyes narrowed coldly as she gauged the extent of my reflexive, instinctive submission to her – to her size, her beauty; her inherent sexual power. Then, obviously satisfied with what she saw, Big Linda Skrue made her decision.

“I am going to use you,” she said, slowly and emphatically. “Hard. I am going to use you so hard, in so many ways... From now on you are going to be my own private little sex toy!” A gloating grin claimed her full, pinkish-red lips.

“I should have thought of this before! Here you are, a fully-grown man, and practically as helpless as a baby! Perfectly willing to suffer whatever I choose to do to you. Oh, I’ve been waiting a long time for something like this, little man. A hell of a long time! I’m just going to have so much fucking fun with you!” I squirmed at hearing this, and Big Linda laughed at the growing unease of my expression. Then she continued scornfully, “I am going to make you pay for being male, my pet little cripple! And I don’t just mean your health care contract!”

“In fact, as of tomorrow morning, I’m going to put one of my employees on your case, rather than bothering with cleaning you up myself. I’ve got a feeling that from now on I’ll be at home sleeping in all day instead of working, resting up from my busy nights! Because you can bet your pansy little ass they’re going to be busy!

“I’m going to show your pathetic male self all the incredible things a hot, motivated woman like me can do! You’re going be my sex-slave, my helpless little whore! I’m going to work out every outrageous, outlandish fantasy I’ve ever had on you, and you’re just going to have to deal with it however you can. Got that? Tonight and every night I feel like it from now on. I hope you like it rough, little sex toy. Because I’m going to have some big-time fun playing with you! Now, clean up that mess!”

With that Big Linda flung the terrycloth wash-mitt she usually wielded so expertly herself directly atop my come-dripping cock. Then she stepped back and slammed the bathroom door, leaving me sitting there, alone and totally flabbergasted.

I couldn’t believe it. Employer and employee, somehow our positions had become completely reversed. Suddenly she was the one who held all the power. In my stunned daze I looked down, and saw at once the reason why.

All unconsciously, Big Linda’s dire promises – threats, almost – had me swelling once again into rigid readiness. Before long my stupid cock thrust straight up into the air, effortlessly tenting out the heavy wet mitt.

What the hell was going on here?

How could I be getting so hard, after just coming so explosively? And why wasn’t I terrified, suddenly giving up power to this strange, unpredictable female? I truly had no idea what I was getting into. But after so many years of involuntary celibacy, it’s hardly surprising that Big Linda had managed to strike such a responsive chord in me. Whatever kinky excesses she had in mind, part of me, at least, seemed eager to learn. And learn I would.

Late that very night my bedroom door suddenly crashed open, jarring me awake and flooding the room with light. There stood Big Linda Skrue. Tall and forbidding, she was silhouetted from behind for just a moment before charging in to fall upon me. What happened then was the start of something more extreme than you can possibly believe.

Without the slightest bit of ceremony Big Linda leaped onto the wave-less mattress of my queen-sized waterbed and ripped away the covers to expose my naked body.

I couldn’t believe it myself. Such things didn’t actually happen, did they? Not to guys like me. Yet here was Big Linda, larger than life and twice as imposing. And real or not she wasted no time on formalities. Flinging her overcoat to the floor, this amazing Amazon straddled me, completely naked. The glorious orbs of her matchless breasts were revealed to me at last in their stunning entirety. Pink and cream and peach, huge and globular, they seemed to fill my entire world. Swelling out from Big Linda’s barrel chest like fleshy melons they hung before me like the deliciously forbidden fruit of some wondrously bountiful fertility goddess.

Oh, my lord! Slowly, deliberately Big Linda Skrue caressed them, cupping and lifting them, proudly hefting their generous weight. Her fingers found the nipples, pinching and twisting those large, protuberant points. Then without warning she fell forward, crushing that incredible bosom directly into my helpless face. Grabbing both hands full of my hair, Big Linda held my head tight and buried me in her tits. Twisting and writhing, slapping me with their firm, springy weight, she scraped the hard arrowheads of her nipples roughly across my cheeks and chin and mouth before finally gripping my head tight and forcing one of them between my lips.

“Suck me, boy!” she hissed down. Her weight was crushing me, the massive swell of her left breast pressing against my nostrils, limiting my air. Nevertheless I went straight to work. I knew I had no other choice. It was either satisfy this potent new mistress or suffer the most unimaginable of consequences. Immediately I fastened myself to that invading nipple. Sucking its thick, stiff point deep into my mouth, I began pulling at it for all I was worth.

Mmmmmmmmmm! I was immediately rewarded for my efforts, hearing my Big Mistress Linda moan almost inaudibly. Encouraged I sucked harder, feeling the taut, heavy flesh of that mammoth mammary quiver against my face, as involuntary shivers of pleasure ran through her. Now sucking, now nipping and nibbling and then suckling again, I fed voraciously at that enormous udder, while the incredibly gorgeous Big Linda Skrue panted and moaned and yipped out eerie cries of pleasure just above me. Finally, with a last, desperate gasp, she ripped her stiff tit-bud brusquely away from my manic mastication.

Snarling down at me, still holding me tightly by the hair, Big Mistress Linda twisted her torso back and forth and all around, rubbing that hard wet point all over my helpless face. Big and rubbery, it scraped my features from chin to brow and ear to ear. Then she forced open my jaws and immediately popped in the other one, demanding equal service.

Dutifully I obeyed, attacking those tasty pink nipples, licking, sucking and nibbling, using my lips and teeth and tongue on them with all of my energy and skill. Soon they were each so red and distended that I expected them to begin spurting hot milk all over me at any moment. Yet this obviously wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy a voracious specimen like Big Linda Skrue, and she soon let me know it.

As I continued to humbly work on her, I suddenly felt Big Linda’s hand reach around back and seize the rigidly upright length of my cock. She began pumping it, taunting me as she did so, humiliating me and forcing me to grovel beneath her.

“What the hell’s with this worthless hard-on, you disgusting man, you weak little shit! Don’t you understand the situation here yet? Well let me educate you, boy. You are here for my pleasure alone, got it? That’s all. To me you are nothing but another of my toys, a dildo to stick in my cunt, and that’s it! From now on you do what I say, when I say, get it? If I say suck, then you suck, damn it, and if I feel like riding your useless little cock, you damn well better stay rock hard until I’m finished! This cock belongs to me now, slut-slave! See? You are just a convenient tongue attached. So you behave yourself, little man, and one day maybe I’ll even let you up inside me. Then again...” She paused in her wonderful pumping, gripping me tightly, even painfully. “I think my cunt’s too good for a worthless little cripple like you.”

Once again Big Linda ripped her succulent tit unceremoniously from my suckling jaws. Then she sat up, releasing my throbbing cock.

“I’m going to make you jerk yourself off instead. You like playing with yourself, don’t you? You probably like it far better than fucking a real woman like me anyway. What else were you doing this morning, huh: playing with yourself! You shameless little piece of shit! Admit it! Admit your guilt, your weakness, and maybe I’ll let you jerk yourself off!”

Looming over me, glaring down, with her beautiful huge breasts heaving with excitement and her sweet cunt just out of reach, Big Linda Skrue seemed a totally different creature from my detached, efficient, calmly professional home health aide. I could hardly believe that woman ever existed. In her place was a powerfully motivated sexual dynamo, a simmering cauldron of consuming desires, boiling with the uncontainable need to dominate and humiliate a helpless male – perhaps by proxy even the whole male sex.

I’d never seen anything like it. From whence came such a burning need? Someone must have hurt her bad at one time, to make her so determinedly misogynous. Or perhaps it was just that every man she’d deigned to try had failed to satisfy her.

Whatever the case, it was clear that Big Mistress Linda meant to thoroughly degrade me more than just verbally as the price of having sex with her. Yet as I lay there buck-naked and completely helpless beneath her – and far too long deprived of any kind of intercourse – I somehow found the price shamefully easy to pay.

Intentionally or not, Big Linda’s overbearing approach and domineering attitude had managed to tap into strange, hidden needs buried so deep in my own psyche that I’d never before recognized them. To this day I still haven’t unraveled the mystery of their existence. But I do know one thing. Somehow our previous confrontation in the bathtub had shown me an avenue into ecstasy more profound than anything I’d ever dreamed of.

I remembered the incredible intensity of my involuntary orgasm, and the secret, guilty pleasure of being caught indulging in my own degradation. Somehow in that shocked moment of utter shame and exquisite, mind-blowing release, I’d unwittingly crossed a border into some perverse, narcissistic inner terrain, an uncharted realm of eager, willing submission to personal humiliation. Now, prostrated before this powerfully aggressive, irresistibly dominant woman, that deeply rooted need yearned upward in me, urging me to abandon myself to Big Mistress Linda’s ruthless, authoritarian control. And again, what choice did I have? Like an omnipotent goddess she towered over me: beautiful, wrathful, and implacable. And then suddenly Big Linda’s patience ran out. She struck me, slapping me smartly across the face.

“I said admit it!” she screamed. “Admit your weakness, you fucking piece of shit!” She slapped me harder, again and again, and the pain was exciting, delicious, sharpening my humiliation to the point where I was finally able to cry out my willing submission.

“Yes, Mistress, I admit it!” I blurted. Unrehearsed the words tumbled from me. “I’m a weak, despicable little shit! I play with myself, I do! I sit alone in the bathtub and masturbate, wishing I were man enough for you! Oh Mistress, I’m a bad, dirty, shameful little boy!”

“That’s too fucking right!” Big Linda shouted immediately down. “Now prove it! Jerk yourself off, right here in front of me!”

“No, no, Big Linda!” I wailed, getting totally into the game. “Please, don’t make me touch myself, it’s dirty, it’s evil, it’s bad!”

“That’s right!” she screeched back. “It’s sleazy and disgusting and you love it! Now do it, you shameless, worthless, perverted little bastard! Touch yourself!”

And so at last I closed my eyes and reached down, taking myself in hand. But before I could begin abusing myself, my mistress Big Linda slapped me again, so hard it stunned me.

“Look at me, damn you!” she snarled. “Open your eyes and look me in the face while you do it, you filthy little slut!”

And so I complied, lying guilty there beneath her, watching her watch me with an expression of irremediable contempt as I slowly fondled myself. Leaving off stroking my seemingly rock-hard penis for a moment I cupped and rubbed my tingling balls. Then finally I once again took that impatiently waiting cock in a good hard grip and started pumping away.

Deeply humiliated I jerked my rod, gasping and groaning and feeling my face color with shame. Meanwhile Big Linda Skrue smirked derisively down at me, folding her arms under her magnificent breasts and dishing out a constant, scathing critique of my performance. Was that as fast as I could go? Was that as hard as I could get? She wasn’t surprised. A worthless piece of shit like me...she wanted to see more, damn it! More! “Perform for your mistress, slave!”

And so I worked it harder, panting and moaning, pumping and jerking myself for all I was worth. Meanwhile my eyes crawled avidly over Big Mistress Linda’s unbelievable body, poised above me in mocking judgment of my weakness and perversity.

What a sight! Better than any airbrushed pin-up by far. Soon I felt myself throbbing urgently, swelling ever larger; my balls tightening with expectation. Eventually I was whimpering and moaning uncontrollably under my own stimulation, my face and cock burning hot with blood and my desperate arousal peaking. Yet I wasn’t the only one turned on.

By this time Big Linda had become visibly aroused as well. Her big pink nipples were incredibly erect, with obvious gooseflesh rashed out all over her wonderful body. Meanwhile both hands had crept between her legs, and with her head thrown back and her chest thrust out she began working her own genitals with breathless abandon.

Oh, Mistress!

Masturbating there before me she was a stunning spectacle, her red-golden hair falling over her powerful shoulders in a shining cascade, her orange-freckled face flushed with arousal and her massive tits jiggling to the rhythm of her strokes. At last she began reaching for her climax, gouging at herself and shrieking at me.

“Now, Slut-boy! Come now, damn you! Blow that filthy load all over yourself!”

Her command was absolute. The eruption building in my balls became instantly uncontainable. Sticky-white dream cream suddenly fountained from my prick, leaping so high in the air that hot splatters of it rained down all over my chest, belly, and even my face and neck.

That was all Big Linda needed. Seeing me degraded like that her own uncontainable orgasm tore through her, exiting her shuddering body in an escalating series of animalistic screams. Higher and higher they rose, shivering the air of the room, and my fear of her grew apace. She sounded like some kind of she-beast in heat. But last Big Linda tapered off into panting gasps, sneering down at me as she regained her breath.

“Look at you, with your own come dripping down your face.” But for some reason her scorn was less than it was, and she leaned over and began licking me off.

With her wet, deliciously warm tongue, Big Linda Skrue cleaned first my face and neck, then my chest and stomach and finally the spent, slowly wilting length of my cock.

She spent several long minutes licking and slurping and sucking me up, and before long she had me coaxed up into yet another erection. But the moment I was hard again she quit, rising from the bed and retrieving her coat from the floor.

“That’s all for tonight,” Big Linda declared. “I’m not touching you again. I’ve got other things to do. Finish it up yourself, Slut-boy.” She gestured peremptorily, and waited until I once again took myself in hand. Then she continued.

“You just jerk yourself off one more time, and think about how much you want me to fuck you. You might not be so grateful later. ‘Cause believe me, little sex toy, we’re just getting started. I’ve got things to do to you that you won’t believe. I’ll see you tomorrow night, Slut-boy. Just you wait. In the meantime, get jerking!” And with that she turned and slammed out the door, leaving me alone, naked and erect in the dark.

Still stunned, I didn’t even try to come to terms with what had just happened. I just started pumping, picturing Big Linda’s sneering face and feeling my own cheeks coloring yet again with shame. Now that I knew who the real boss was around here, I obeyed her unconditionally. Whipped along by the goad of Big Linda’s imagined demands, I jerked and jerked and jerked my stubbornly hard yet increasingly abraded cock until I thought my arm would fall off. Finally, after nearly half an hour of painful, urgent labor, I at last managed to yank myself to the day’s third orgasm. Crying out with unbelievable release and relief, I spasmed and shuddered, then spewed out a single, pearly white dot to the menacing memory of Big Linda Skrue.

My arm aching, cock-sore and shame-faced, exhausted and depleted, I collapsed straight asleep after that. Morning – and the rest of my suddenly unsettling future – would just have to take care of themselves.

Visit Two: Turning the Tables

Well, I’d been warned. That’s about all I can say. Mistress had told me – warned me – that she had things to do to me. Unbelievable things. But I guess my imagination just wasn’t the equal of Big Linda Skrue’s depravity.

Of course, at that point how could it be? I wasn’t yet then the man that I am now. My transformation into a twisted sexual plaything was just beginning. As yet I had no idea how far things could go. But I’d learn soon enough. Although this was only the second night of our incredible affair, it was an occasion that would forever establish the tenor of my asymmetric relationship with Big Linda Skrue.

Another profound, fundamental reversal of position was imminent: a further transfer of power from me to her that would open yawning chasms into depths of subjugation I would come to wallow in and yet still wish had remained forever closed. Following a pattern set just the day before it was again the darkest depths of the middle of the night when I suddenly heard the front door slam open. Startled I called out, but there was no response to my cries but the sharp, heavy tread of spike-heeled boots.

I strained hopelessly to move, but was only able to shift my arms, shoulders and upper body. Then Big Linda Skrue stepped into the room, and as she turned to confront me I saw the flash of steel-studded collars above the neck and below the cuffs of her long leather overcoat. Immediately my heart began pounding, and I felt a paralyzing mix of dreadful fear and desperate, uncontrollable desire. I couldn’t have moved if I was able as she slowly unbelted the coat and shrugged it to the floor.

In the dim light from the hallway I saw at first just the savage gleam of her burning eyes and bared teeth. Then, dropping my gaze past that wide spiked collar and down her sculpted, statuesque body, I suddenly caught my breath.

Big Linda was again completely naked – except for the aforementioned collars, boots, and a complex body-harness of black leather straps.

Wickedly spiked and studded all over, this supported and separated her huge breasts, as well as looping around her back, shoulders, waist and crotch. Buckles and rings glimmered in the faint light, and a pair of stainless-steel handcuffs hung at her waist, jingling and jostling another long, dark object that hung there as she moved to approach me. I felt a thrill of fear as I thought I recognized it (what possible use could she have for one of those?), and then she was upon me, ripping away the blankets and exposing my naked body to the night.

I hadn’t seen or heard from her since the night before, when she left me panhandled and naked and once again dutifully jerking off. Yet she barely acknowledged me. Without a word she climbed boots and all right onto the bed. In a second she was atop me, effortlessly subduing my feeble struggles and capturing my hands.

Big Linda quickly and professionally handcuffed me, ignoring my whimpered pleas as she locked my wrists together and secured them high above my head. Then she leaned back, hands on her hips, staring down at me silently. Her huge tits heaved and her panting breath hissed excitedly between her teeth.

I had only a moment to taste the strange, exciting new thrill of bondage, and then suddenly Big Linda dropped atop me. Instantly her body began writhing: hips twisting and grinding, roughly pumping against me as she simultaneously thrust her huge, firmly strapped and supported breasts against my face.

Oh, Mistress! Her hands found the back of my head, twining in my hair and pulling me forward into that enveloping chest with savage pressure. Warm, firm, taut big breasts squashed my cheeks, burying me in the press of that gloriously resilient flesh. Crushed and ravished beneath that beautiful big body, I could see little but the red-golden fall of her hair that draped itself around us in a shining curtain. And still Big Linda manhandled me around, working herself urgently against me in the first frenzy of her need.

After a moment, I noticed that in her frantic squirming and undulating Big Linda was gradually nudging my legs apart, forcing them open beneath her until she lay between. There she began rubbing and pumping her strap-wrapped self against my naked body in earnest. Yet that wasn’t the only change. The circular, grinding friction she’d previously been generating had been replaced by a more straightforward, up-and-down rocking motion. Soon I realized that she was actually humping me.

Huh? Driven by whatever strange, unexplained need brought her to my bed in the middle of the night, Big Linda Skrue enveloped my helplessly straddled body: anchoring my upper half in her embrace and grinding her mound of Venus forcefully, rhythmically up into my open crotch. Holding me down, spreading my legs wider and wider, she grunted and snarled and roughly rubbed herself off on me.

What an incredibly strange, unexpected sensation! It was unlike anything I was prepared for, and I was stunned into enjoying it.

So this was how it felt: being taken, being used, being the one on the bottom! Soon I was really getting off on it, loving the butchy, masculine way that Big Linda used her magnificent body’s considerable weight and strength against my own pinned and helpless one. But then when she heard my moans of joy, Big Mistress Linda suddenly paused in her labors and rose up, looming over me in the dark.

With her strong shoulders squared and her melon-heavy breasts silhouetted from behind she looked imposing indeed. My heart pounded with a delicious trepidation as I lay there, awaiting my mistress’ desire.

What would it be tonight? More ridicule, tit-flogging, humiliating masturbation? Would she suck me off maybe, or would I taste her surely unbelievably delectable pussy? Better yet, instead of just riding my face, would she at last lower herself, and finally deign to fuck me? Seconds ticked away as I lay there speculating. Then suddenly I thought of Big Linda last night, and my endless, wickedly enforced efforts at masturbation.

I remembered my mistress mocking me as I played, and warning me against wishing for her to fuck me – implying that the greatest of my desires would eventually prove to be my undoing. Then, as these disquieting thoughts flashed suddenly across my mind, I heard an ominous click, as Mistress slowly, deliberately unhooked the object that hung at her side and held it up between us.

With a gasp of shocked recognition I saw that it was indeed a dildo: shiny black, big and thick. Wickedly ridged, this fake rubber penis sported not only a life-like head but also a complex web of upraised veins winding about the entire length of its heavy, slightly curved shaft. Witnessing how dawning horror was replacing unholy desire on my hotly flushed face, Big Linda finally chose to break her silence.

“That’s right, Slut-boy,” she ominously intoned. “I am going to take you. I’ve always wanted to show one of you brutish male bastards how it feels, and you’re the perfect candidate: totally helpless. I told you I had things to do to you – unbelievable things. But I don’t think you quite got the picture. So I’m going to spell it right out. I am going to butt-fuck you. I’m going to pound my big, black, nine-inch cock right up your ass. See?” She held it up, sneering at me, and began to chant in her derision.

“Little pig, little pig, let me in!

I’m going hump and pump and fuck your back door in!

I’m going to rape and ram and ream you out good,

Fuck your little boy-cunt you know I should!”

Big Linda laughed grimly after that, brandishing her giant dick.

“You wanted to get fucked, huh? You wanted me to fuck you? Well okay, Slut-boy. You’re going to live up to your new name. I’m going to fuck you. And I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m going to put this big prick on and fuck you until you cry and scream and beg me for more! So get ready for your Mistress’ cock, you contemptible little shit. Here it comes!”

I shook my head at this in hopeless denial, watching as Big Linda slowly slid that long, thick dildo deep up inside her. Sliding it in and out, twisting it around and liberally lubricating it with her body’s own juices, she finally withdrew it and somehow snapped it onto the heavy leather harness at her crotch. Then she posed there, that massive black cock-club jutting frighteningly forward.

Oh my god! What had I done, letting this woman inside my defenses? At last I could taste to the dregs the hopelessness of my condition, the horror of being able to completely feel my lower limbs and body but not command them. What defense had I against the weapon that sprouted from Big Linda’s groin? I couldn’t even close my useless legs. Paralyzed indeed by more than just dread, I couldn’t tear my eyes off it. Struggling fruitlessly I chafed my wrists in the hard steel cuffs as she positioned me: propping up my hips with a pillow, then lifting and spreading those oh-so accommodating lower limbs. Watching the bulbous black head of my doom approach, I squirmed to the pit of my cowardly male soul.

Terrified, repulsed – and yet still I must admit it, in some strange way deeply excited – I whimpered and begged pathetically, pleading with Big Linda not to do this to me. But of course she ignored me completely, pausing only to fondle and squeeze my swollen member and tingling balls before moving her hands lower to open me up and guide herself in.

She took me then, grinning wickedly down at my utter helplessness as she thrust forward, filling me up with her painfully large prick.

“Ahhhhhh, goddess!” I cried out, fighting her brutal invasion, but she was implacable: slowly withdrawing from me only to push forward more firmly, forcing herself deeper up into my tight little ass.

God damn her! Handcuffed and helpless, humiliated like never before, I lay struggling in shame beneath my pitiless, utterly dominant Mistress, enduring while she violated me. Soon she was vigorously pumping her hips, kneeling before my elevated opening and building up a soon-to-be-familiar thrusting rhythm that threatened to drive me completely mad. Her every potent stroke speared deeper, until at last her shapely hips were slamming up into me, rocking the immovable object of my captive body with the unstoppable force of her incredible thrusts.

Unbelievable! Panting with exertion, Big Linda Skrue grinned down at me. With her big round breasts bobbing and jiggling between her muscular arms, her prying hands held my butt-cheeks spread firmly open, my lowest, most personal portal gaping wide to receive each and every inch of those deeply penetrating stabs.

What a cruel, potent, indomitable mistress! Fearsomely gorgeous in her spiked and studded collars and harness, Big Mistress Linda maintained a mocking eye contact with me all the while she fucked me; again forcing me to personally acknowledge the humiliating reality of the circumstances. Naturally my own blushing cheeks burned brightly with shame, yet strangely enough, the rest of my involuntary response was totally contrary to what you might think. Despite the fundamental violation of my masculinity, despite (or alas, maybe because of) my extremely humiliating subjugation, in my teetering brain-state I suddenly felt my strange new compulsion for sexual submission come to life.

Holy SHIT! I thought, at last starting to slide toward acceptance. Now this was being dominated! This was being on the bottom with a vengeance! What more telling expression of Big Linda’s power over me could there possibly be? Before long my low, groaning response to her thrusting hips and raping cock began to take on an unmistakable crooning note. Instead of struggling to bring my unresponsive legs together, I soon found myself straining just as hard to spread them wider. Still Big Linda worked it up into me; pumping her hips ever harder and faster as she speared like a fatal invader into the vulnerable center of my body.

Eventually I could no longer hide my reluctant arousal. Big Linda noticed the renewed urgency of my erection, and heard the uncontrollable moans and gasps of pleasure that burst from my lips. She began to taunt me mercilessly then as she pounded her hard length in.

“Look at you!” she hissed. “You piggy little slut, you love it, don’t you? You love having me fuck you! Don’t you, Slut-boy! I knew you’d earn that name! I’m never going to call you anything else now! Slut-boy! Slut-boy! SLUT-BOY! You like my big hard cock, don’t you? You love it! Take it then, damn you! Take it deep, high up into your tight little ass! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Do you feel that? Huh? Do you feel what it’s like to be fucked, fucked so hard you can’t stand it, and yet you’re still begging for more? Take it then, Slut-boy! Take this! And this! And this! And this!” Punctuating her cries with especially hard, vicious thrusts, Big Linda Skrue hammered it up into me, grabbing and rubbing my quivering balls as she did so.