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Broken (Sexual Combat and Dominance)
by Bryen193@aol.com


***


  I was out at my usual hangout when I spotted my ex girlfriend 
Julia at the other end of the bar. I hadn't seen her in at 
least a year. Julia had been an oddity for me, as far as sexual 
partners go. I usually go for the pale, cute, petite, sensitive 
and submissive girls. Julia was quite different. She was the 
only girl I had ever dated who I could describe as a hardbody. 

   She's 5'8' tanned and lean and has a predatory look about her. 
Not to mention an incredible ass. I think it was that which 
made me deviate from my usual pattern and ask her out. We dated 
for a couple of months and then mutually ended things.

  Sex with Julia was of the "ok" sort, which I found 
unfortunate. To be in bed with such a physically hot body 
(scrumptious clean shaved pussy too), but not to feel any real 
passion was a disappointment to me. I put it down to not being 
able to establish an emotional connection. I found Julia not to 
be cold, but simply disconnected. She wasn't very forthcoming 
about the things that turn her on, and sadly I wasn't able to 
bring any passion out of her. I put this down to both my own 
lack of ability and the possibility that she was simply 
uninteresting sexually. Either way, I don't think that either 
of us was too crushed when we decided to move on to other 
pastures.

  Anyway, I found myself looking at her across the bar, I felt 
a little pang of regret about my past performance with her. She 
looked hot as always, wearing tight black vinyl hot pants and 
knee high boots. I thought to myself that I was probably a 
little too soft with her during the time that we were together. 
Since she was probably the most conventionally attractive girl 
that I ever dated, and in great demand from other guys, I let 
her get away with things that I had never my other girls get 
away with in an attempt not to upset or offend her. I accepted 
tepid, shallow blowjobs, tried extra hard to be sensitive, and 
never introduced her to the kinky dark side of my sexual self.

  I would have never dreamed of approaching Julia again, if it 
had not been for one lingering little reminiscence of my short 
time with her. One small scrap of information about her that 
continued to intrigue me. This small item was brought back to 
mind full force by seeing her stalking around my favorite 
hangout in her little-miss-fuck-me vinyl outfit. Several times 
throughout our relationship, Julia would tell me that she liked 
to work out in a gym. This didn't surprise me, since she had 
such a lithe, toned body. She would invariably inform me during 
the course of our conversation that she had worked out that 
day, and talk about how "buff" she was getting. Of course, I 
would compliment her that she looked good. Then oddly, she 
would make some sort of remark implying that she was in such 
good shape that she was probably stronger than me! Self-
depreciating as I am, I always agreed with her that she 
probably was (never believing that for a moment).

  It's hard for me now to believe that at the time, I never 
even gave her remarks a second thought, because in the 
subsequent year since we broke up, I had become quite 
obsessively interested in physical and sexual domination of all 
sorts. Whenever I thought about Julia (which was seldom), I had 
wondered if she really was that strong, and could be a dominant 
woman. She had never shown such a side at all during our sexual 
contact. Seeing her then, in the bar, these thoughts had begun 
to take hold in my mind again. I decided to find out. I 
approached her at the bar, looked directly into her eyes and 
stated simply, "You look like you've been working out bitch."

  An hour later, I was staring across my living room at Julia, 
who was stripped down to her black bra and little vinyl short 
shorts. I too was stripped to my boxer shorts. I guess it 
wasn't too hard to convince her of the necessity of seeing who 
was really stronger. We would wrestle until one of us asked for 
"mercy". And it was I who suggested to make things more 
"interesting" by placing various items around the room for use 
should things take a sexual turn (which of course they would).

  Very quickly, what I had envisioned as an arousing bit of 
sexy wrestling took a turn that I had never expected. It turns 
out that Julia was a bit more serious about this stuff than I 
had ever dreamed. After a bit of grappling (in which I found 
out she was every bit as strong as I wished), she punched me in 
the stomach with a forced that doubled me over in pain and I 
went down on the floor on my knees, struggling to breath.

  "HA! That was so fucking easy!" she shouted.

  "Shit --I didn't think you were gonna fucking punch me!" I 
gasped.

  "Too bad pussy --now say "mercy" or I'll do it again"

  I was in a state of shock. This was not at all what I had 
expected out of this. And the bitch had called me a pussy. I 
began to get mad through the pain. I told her that I would not 
be saying "mercy" any time soon.

  "Ok --just remember that you asked for it"

  I was still on my knees at her feet. She hauled back and 
kicked me in the stomach hard with her bare foot. If I was in 
pain before, that memory was erased by the kick, which sent me 
absolutely reeling in a wave of pain and nausea. I was out. The 
"fight" was over before it had even begun. Through my glazed 
eyes, I saw that Julia calmly sat down on my living room couch 
and casually began to hum to herself and thumb through a 
magazine, while I lay on the ground helpless and writhing in 
pain. This bizarre scene went on for about three minutes, until 
I managed to recover slightly and get to my knees. Julia then 
walked over to me and helped me up to my feet. She gazed into 
my eyes. She was calm, cool and serene. I was shaking with 
tears flowing down my face, humiliated. She caressed my hair 
with her left hand and planted a kiss on my lips.

  "Are you ok?" --she whispered.

  "I guess." I was trembling.

  "Good. Because you still haven't said MERCY!"

  Her left hand grabbed my hair and she slapped me hard across 
the face with her right. I probably would have fallen again but 
she was holding me up by the hair. Again and again she slapped 
me. Stinging, humiliating blows coming from a slim120lb girl 
and I was helpless to stop her. She thrust my face right into 
hers an spat on me.

  "I changed my mind pussy. I don't want you to say mercy 
anymore. In fact don't even bother trying. It won't matter. 
Instead, I'm going to use your sorry ass. Make you my bitch. 
See, I'm a changed girl, different than you remember."

  That was the understatement of the century. I had no idea 
what she intended to do to me, but I realized in my debilitated 
condition, there was no way I was going to stop her.

  "Now my little pussy, we can make this relatively easy or we 
can make it hard. Very hard. You decide. You can get on your 
knees right now, or I can beat the shit out of you some more. I 
think you'll make the right decision. On your knees --NOW."

  I thought for a moment about fighting back, and found that I 
was afraid. Afraid. In my own home, with a girl that I had 
fucked numerous times I was afraid. The fear came from the fact 
that I was truly unsure whether this girl would hurt me 
seriously. I could end up in the hospital or even dead. My 
strength to fight back was sapped to the point where I thought 
it would be best to obey. I sank to my knees.

  "Now you can start by showing me how much you like my ass. 
You always said I had a great ass, right?.

  She quickly stripped off her little shorts, turned and stuck 
her ass in my face. The irony is that on any number of 
occasions, I would have been happy to suck her beautiful ass, 
but she had never shown any inclinations toward this type of 
thing. Now she was bumping and grinding, shoving my face into 
her ass and instructing me to tongue her anus.

  "Ugghhh --yes bitch --deeper --get your tongue in there --
come on boy --do it right --FUCK YEAH!"

  As I licked --and licked --and licked --my recovery increased 
to the point where I was not so much in pain, but simply 
overwhelmed by emotions. I realized that I was incredibly 
turned on by this treatment. Being dominated by this psychotic 
bitch-vixen was something out of my dreams, or nightmares. 
Julia roughly extracted my head from her ass, threw me down on 
my back, grabbed my boxer shorts and ripped them off. She 
noticed my huge hard-on.

  "Oooh --.looks like you've got a little problem there. Maybe 
I can help you out with that. Or maybe not."

  She stomped hard on my sore stomach, incapacitating me yet 
again. Standing over my prone body she pressed her small foot 
onto my face, turning my head sideways onto the floor, putting 
just enough pressure to force my cheek onto the floor. She 
stood over me, posing majestically.

  "Ref, I believe he is pinned. You may start the count. Oops, 
I forgot. There's no ref --I'll have to do it myself --ONE ---
TWO --THREE --The winner and new champion --JULIA!"

  She was maniacal -

  "Pussy, it's too bad for you that this was a submission-only 
match, no pins. Otherwise it would not be over --I guess I'll 
just have to carry on. You look hungry --I guess I'll have to 
feed you something."

  She rubbed her exquisite and deadly little foot all over my 
face, literally rubbing my face in her total dominance over me.

  "Open up sweety --time for dinner."

  She took great satisfaction in shoving her foot into my 
gaping mouth. Her foot was small enough for me to stretch my 
lips entirely around it. I could feel her toes touch the back 
of my throat as she slid her foot over and over again into my 
obscenely stretched mouth.

  "That's right bitch --suck it --Suck it like a big fat dick -
-come on pussy --deep throat my little foot --GAG ON IT --"

  Every once in a while she would pull it out and slap my face 
roughly with it or pinch my nose with her toes, only to shove 
it back in my mouth deeper. She was rubbing her cunt while 
doing this, her dominance turning her on immensely. Eventually 
though, she tired of this. I was totally exhausted and out of 
breath from her efforts.

  "Come on --you're not done --on your knees", she pulled me 
up.

  She thrust my face into her cunt. Silently I prepared myself 
for what was sure to be about an hour of oral service. I was 
wrong.

  "We can't have dinner without a little wine now can we?"

  She pissed in my face, all the while screaming humiliating 
insults. She held my head firmly in her crotch, making me 
drink, yanking my head into different positions to make sure 
every inch of my face and hair was drenched with piss. When she 
finished she again threw me to the ground with disdain.

  "God you're pathetic --I would have never believe that you 
are such an ass-licking piss-drinking little slave bitch --I 
though that you were a man but I guess I was wrong. You're just 
like a girl --and you know what you do with girl's --you fuck 
'em. And just in case you think you're going somewhere --"

  She stomped my tortured stomach again. I wasn't going 
anywhere. She picked up a bottle of baby oil and a large dildo 
that earlier in the evening I had intended to fuck her with. 
Julia then bent down facing my legs and sat on my face, forcing 
my mouth and nose into her dripping cunt. She pulled my legs 
back towards my head, folding my body up painfully. She used 
her elbows to immobilize me completely. She ground her cunt 
into my paralyzed head while oiling up my ass with her free 
hands.

  "Now here's the deal. Were gonna do some sucking and fucking. 
You'll be doing the sucking and of course I'll be doing the 
fucking!"

  I had no choice, no will to resist. A 120lb girl was going to 
rape me with my own sex toy. When she plunged that huge dildo 
into my ass, my world exploded in pain like I've never felt, 
before or since. The rape seemed to go on for hours, and to 
tell the truth, I didn't do much sucking, not that it mattered 
to her because she was using my face like her own personal sex 
toy. She had three long protracted orgasms, each time drenching 
my face with copious girl cum. Finally it was over. She climbed 
off of me. I lay on the ground crushed, an exhausted wreck.

  "Damn that was good. I didn't think I would do this, but 
since I had so much fun whipping your ass, I think you deserve 
a reward. Stay right there--"

  She approached me and once again folded my legs back, forcing 
them upwards until only my head and shoulders supported me on 
the floor. I was pinned again. She cooed soft words to me while 
she rubbed and pumped my cock, which grew to huge dimensions. 
Despite my humiliation I was still turned on. I couldn't resist 
her power. I realized in horror that at the angle I was bent 
that the head of my cock was only inches from my head and 
pointed directly at my face!

  "No --please --don't"

  "Oh yes --you're going to cum --that's right --yer gonna 
blow a big load --right in your own face --CUM NOW or I swear 
to god I'll pummel you some more --"

  With her free hand she pried open my mouth while she jerked 
my off expertly and I came in buckets, drenching my own face 
and tongue. She laughed and cheered all the while. It was the 
best orgasm I ever had. I hated her.

  She stood over me and just looked and looked at the 
destruction she had caused. She looked quite amazed at what had 
happened, at what she had done. Even a little embarrassed.

  "Thank you --that was amazing," she said quietly.

  I was incredulous. She was thanking me, even though I had 
absolutely no choice in the matter.

  "I'm still so turned on. We're going to fuck now. You still 
seem to be hard. And I've always loved your big cock!"

  Her manner had softened a bit as she mounted me. She was 
still in complete control as she rode me. As we fucked she lost 
control, bit by bit. She quivered. She softened. She came, 
squealing, softening more.

  And I recovered, bit by bit. Sexual energy was healing my 
battered body.

  When she shuddered through her fifth orgasm of the evening, 
our little dynamic turned itself around and my humiliation and 
hate for her gave me the energy to finally subdue her.

  Suffice it to say, I spent the rest of that long night giving 
back threefold what she gave to me. Julia became quite familiar 
with the word mercy. My cock-head became well acquainted with 
her throat --her cervix --her bowels. And her pretty toes 
became well acquainted with her pretty mouth. I slept soundly 
with my softened dick firmly encased in her mouth.

  In the morning, we woke groggily.

  "How do you feel Julia?" I asked her.

  "Broken. You?"

  "Broken." 
