a scapegoat will deflect any rage they feel towards us and make them
considerably easier to control.” Gina stepped back and abruptly removed her
sweater, revealing two perfectly formed soft breasts, which appeared to be
above average in size.
“Wha-what are you going to do?” I managed to mouth the words as she
hovered over me, her erect nipples squarely in my face. Gina simply
laughed.
“Right now, I’m going to celebrate,” she said. “I’m going to celebrate my
biological superiority.” She reached down, placing two fingers of one hand
on my nostrils and two fingers of the other inside my mouth, forcing it
open. She was not gentle, even though I offered no resistance. She
replaced her fingers with her supple breast and grabbed me roughly by the
hair. “Suck,” she said. “worship my nipple.” I cupped my lips around her
nipple and began to suck it gently, feeling it swell and become firm in my
mouth. Gina continued to speak.
“Please do not misconstrue what I am about to do to you,” she said, fine
tuning my rigid erection with gentle strokes from her index finger as I
continued to suckle her breast. “I harbor no feelings of affection for you,
nor do you inspire any extraordinary sexual arousal within me. My
intention is to invade you fully, to begin a process of degradation and
humiliation that shall culminate in a complete restructuring of your
identity as well as your willing participation in our cause as a propaganda
tool against those remaining members of your own gender.” She pulled her
breast away from my mouth and replaced it with her lips, kissing me roughly
and deeply, pushing her tongue past my teeth and winning the battle for
dominance within my mouth by tasting the deepest recesses of my throat.
She then abruptly withdrew, keeping her eyes locked on mine and a
mischievous , arrogant smirk planted on her face as she proceeded to slowly,
sensuously, fully undress herself, revealing a compact, athletic form. My
penis became rock hard in response, turning purple and bending back towards
my face. Gina responded by squatting above me, her pungent vagina just
centimeters from my mouth.
“You will begin by paying homage to that orifice from which you emerged
when you were born, Daniel.” She plopped her wet sex squarely on my lips,
causing me to compulsively flick my tongue at her hard clitoris. “Suck me.
I intend to climax in your mouth and you will swallow until there is nothing
more to swallow.” I swirled my tongue inside her labia and tickled her
clitoris with my nose. She began humping my face–slowly at first, but then
more rapidly as I did my best to pleasure her. Gina periodically reached
down and bit on my fully erect member when she felt that I was slacking off,
which had the effect of renewing my enthusiasm for the job at hand.
“Suck it,” she intoned contemptuously, “Suck it, little man!” I bonded my
mouth and lips to her thrusting pussy, my tongue delicately probing her
damp, quivering vagina as I endeavored to match the rhythm of her bucking
hips. She was raping my head, fucking my mouth, nearly decapitating me
with pure unbridled passion. I felt her pussy spasm above me triumphantly,
her powerful thighs clenching fully around my captured skull, a sticky hot
spray of female ejaculate coated my face, stinging my eyes, and gushing down
my throat. I struggled to lap us as much as I could as she moaned and
bucked, holding painfully onto my fully engorged cock like a horsewoman
clutching her animal’s reins.
After a while, Gina turned around, laughed throatily, and impaled herself
on my thick penis as she glared down imperiously at me. She grabbed one of
my tiny breasts in each of her hands, wiggling her hips into position and
licking her lips.
“I’m going to take you, bitch.” Gina squeezed my nipples for emphasis and
spoke slowly. “I’m going to show you what sex is going to be all about from
now on.” Gina clenched my engulfed organ with her vaginal muscles for
emphasis and leaned forward, a handful of flesh in each of her hands. She
wrapped her powerful thighs around my captive legs, spreading them apart as
she simultaneously bucked her hips on top of me, pinning me down and fucking
me at a leisurely pace designed to maximize her pleasure and my frustration.
I tried to thrust my hips up, but her steely legs held them at bay while she
continued to control the speed, tempo, and intensity of the encounter.
“Steady, boy, ” she warned. “Don’t cum without my permission or I’ll
fucking rip you apart!” Gina squeezed my nipples hard to emphasize her
point. “You’re here for my purposes, so just relax and don’t fight it.” I
obeyed, my head arching backwards indicating submission to her will. She
sensed my deference and pounced, clutching my buttocks hard as she dug into
me with her mouth, planting a large hickie on my neck that would last for
weeks. She battered me with her powerful hips, pulling me inside of her
and grinding my puny torso against her muscular body with unbridled sexual
abandon, whipping herself towards orgasm at my expense. At precisely the
instant of her libidinous explosion, she thrust two fingers into my asshole,
causing me to shoot a huge wad of cum deep inside of her. Gina spent
herself on me, riding me for several minutes, using her vaginal muscles to
squeeze every last bit of cum from me, her invading fingers still deep
inside my rectum. She glared harshly at me, making not a sound, staring
unsmiling into my eyes.
Suddenly, she pulled herself off of me and reversed positions, lowering her
sopping vagina onto my face. “Swallow,” she said. “Remove your revolting
slime from my body.” I had little choice but to clamp my lips about her
vagina and suck out my own cum, flicking her clitoris with my tongue as I
did so and bringing her to another fierce orgasm. She spent herself on my
face once again and wordlessly dismounted, kissing me deeply, aggressively,
pushing her tongue down my throat and devouring the residual juices in my
mouth.
Gina withdrew. She gathered her clothes and dressed silently, completely
ignoring me. I remained tied to the bed as she left the room, my fate an
uncertainty I would ponder for the next several hours. The only clue I had
was a remark I overheard following her departure. Something about an
appointment with the tattoo artist. I would soon find out, I thought….
