You and She

“Take it off,”

 

Her words are powerful. They slither down her mouth into your ear from a distance so close you feel her hot breath against your skin. By the time she spoke next, you can no longer tell the difference between the warm air that carries her commands and the blushing ear she whispers them into.

 

“That's my good boy,” she coos, “Now turn around and let me see you.”

 

Her orders pour out like honey on your brain, and you obey. When you face her, you spot a trace of cleavage, running down beneath her blouse, but she quickly pins your eyes in place with her gaze. And then, wordlessly, she pushes down on your shoulders, and you buckle. You don't realize it at first, but her power over you is so complete that you have already begun to lose your shape. As you kneel in front of her, your bones have become more compact, and your reduced stature now highlights her authority.

 

“Getting excited already?” She remarks, eyeing your piece, and says, “I knew you were getting close to your BREAKING point,” before stomping a black leather pump onto your thigh to emphasize her phrasing with an audible CRACK and crushing your leg into the ground, leaving you unable to rise by your own power.

 

You let out an audible grunt, and for a moment look down to your bare leg, which now had a deep indentation in the shape of her shoe, going all the way to the floor beneath. But inspecting your wound was a mistake, as you quickly feel a slap across your face. Your cheek stings, but more than that, it leaves you reeling. Your vision spins and once you recover, you realize that your view has flipped – her blow has twisted your neck 180 degrees!

 

“I expect you to pay attention, unless you want me to twist that pretty little head right off!” She warns, and you dutifully look in her direction.

 

She seems satisfied that she has your undivided attention, and grips your face tightly, your cheek still stinging as the force of her hands squishes your face into a pathetic, pleading expression. She then quickly yanks at you, wrenching your neck back into place, though she leaves behind some deep indentations on your cheeks in the shape of her hands.

 

“Now, I'm going to whip you into shape, and I don't want any more whining... Can you do that for me?” she asks sweetly, heaving her generous bosom in your direction as she steps down hard on your other thigh, grinding her heel back and forth as she gazes lovingly into your tearful eyes.

 

You nod slowly, unable to open your mouth due to your face being smashed in. She smiles and gives you a quick kiss on your mashed up lips before taking off her blouse to reveal a black bra that barely contains her bouncing breasts.

 

“I'm going to have a lot of fun messing you up, Baby,” she says slyly, and pushes you down to the ground with one hand.

 

You lose sight of her as your head makes a soft thudding sound against the floor, but you hear the clatter of her shoes as she discards them. You also feel the warmth of her skin against yours as she kneels there on your prone body. That warmth is quickly overtaken by pressure as she stands. You lift your head to look and you see her sexy leg stepping down on you with one foot. Your view is then invaded by her other foot as she steps down on your face, but for a brief instant you manage to tilt your head just enough to see her standing atop your puny form in her black bra and matching skirt. Her beauty emanates from her towering position, and you hold that image in your mind, of this lovely lady above you, her powerful bare sole descending. She presses down on your face, her toes now blocking out your sight and makes it painfully clear that you are not to move without her consent.

 

But that pressure is nothing compared to what happens next. She drives the sole of her foot down on your shoulder, smashing it flat and leaving behind a prominent footprint. She smiles to herself and begins stomping even more violently all over your pliant form. She crushes you completely, the cracking of bone and the squelching of muscle like music to her ears. She grinds in circles, she jumps up and down, she marches and walks. All manner of torture is visited upon you as you try not to cry out in pain. But something odd begins to happen. The pain doesn't fade, but you start to feel this insane pleasure building deep within your throat. You try to keep quiet, but it escapes and you let out a loud moan, a sound of both pleasure and pain.

 

It is exactly what she she wanted to hear.

 

She comes crashing down on you once again, and you feel her knees slam down on you as she kneels. You feel her weight, though it is not as intense as when she was flattening your body. She is nearly flush with the floor as she extends her legs forward, though your head retains its shape. She then inches forward, laughing softly to herself as she draws your head up between her legs. You nearly breathe a sigh of relief as her round butt moves away from your junk, the only other part of you that remains unflattened. But you suddenly feel the immense strength in those legs as she squeezes you, and she grips you by the hair, lifting your head up into her skirt. Your muffled voice is silenced by a particularly strong squeeze from her thighs.

 

“You're such a cutie!” she exclaims, undoing her skirt and flipping it open to reveal your face, “but I thought I made my views on whining quite clear,” she says, placing a finger on her lips with a disapproving expression.

 

You think of trying to speak, but keep your mouth closed. This seems like the right move since she continues talking for the both of you. As she speaks she reaches down to cup your face in her pretty little fingers.

 

“Now, I wonder what you could possibly do to make this up to me, hmmmm...?” she asks, probably rhetorically.

 

Her loving hands then became quite a bit fiercer, and she pulls you in closer until your mouth is pressed up against the fabric of her panties. You twist your head a bit, nervous and hesitant, but you're pretty sure you know where she's going with this.

 

“Oh, honey!” she says, pretending to finally notice how intimate she had made you with her crotch, “that is such a lovely idea,” she finishes with a tone of voice that is positively predatory, grinning like an evil mastermind.

 

You look around the room nervously as she pulls down her panties. You aren't sure how good you are with your tongue, but you get the distinct impression that if you aren't up to the task she will find a less pleasant way for you to pleasure her. In all honesty, you can't say for certain she won't do so later regardless of your performance. But you resolve to do your best, and manage to stop yourself from hesitating.

 

You feel a surprising heat as you press your lips up against her pussy. She must be more excited than she's letting on, because even that contact made her shiver. And you could tell because she still held your head between her thighs like a vise. You test her reaction by kissing, and she squeezes your head harder, beginning to flatten it, both showing that she's responsive and demanding that you go further.

 

So, you take the plunge. You stick out your tongue and her taste fills your senses. You nearly lose focus, but manage to keep going. You drive your tongue deeper and explore her womanhood intimately. She has finally lost her composure and lets out a long, happy moan. You press up and down with your tongue, feeling some satisfaction at delivering her this pleasure and she squeezes again. You take the hint and kiss her intimately, sucking at her wet pussy and licking her clit.

 

She moans some more and sets herself into a rhythm, squeezing you more and grinding against your face with her crotch. You feel your tongue stretching as she writhes about on top of you, and the pressure against your skull doesn't relent, either. You reach deeper than you thought possible and you feel closer to her than you ever have before as she uses your for her own intensifying pleasure.

 

But before she cums, she regains her composure, her rhythmic gyrations slowing until she finally pries you from her warm pussy. You feel a release of pressure and the air outside of her strong embrace is cool on your skin, but you can't help but feel strange. And you soon realize why – Your face has been pulled out like taffy and your tongue elongated like some kind of bizarre alien creature.

 

She laughs at your predicament and says, “You're even more eager than I thought,” gripping your lolling tongue between her thumb and forefinger and pulling, letting the slobbering muscle spring back into your stretched-out mouth with a snap.

 

“I wonder if I should keep you like this... You're just the right shape to be my personal little toy...” she teases, yanking your head about by the hair, your flat body flapping uselessly beneath her.

 

“Or maybe,” she says dropping you and turning around, “I should go ahead and take the next step for the both of us,” she concludes, leering at you from the other side of her nice ass, hanging tantalizingly above you.

 

And without another word, she drops her butt down on you with little mercy but plenty of joy. You feel her flesh smothering what little form your face has left to it and you moan again, which she could feel but not hear. She simply leans forward, which increases the pressure and squashes you even more. Suddenly you realize that she hadn't neglected your privates, as she cups your balls in her beautiful but terrifying hands. She finally understand that she had merely been saving the best for last, as you feel her begin to squeeze.

 

Your reaction is swift, and she giggles to herself at your miserable state. But rather than simply torturing you, she actually shapes your growing erection with her hands. She squishes your testicles flat, but allows the process to stretch out your hot, twitching penis, until it has grown considerably. You moan again, but with your face trapped beneath her posterior you are effectively gagged. The only signs of your resistance are the vibrations you send through her body and the look of pure lust that spreads over her face. Not to mention her dripping womanhood, which seems to be open and ready for the one part of you that still maintains its shape. You long for her touch to continue, despite the pain that radiates out from your crotch. Your attempts to reach out and caress her only result in your impotent, flat limbs wobbling on the floor and another lustful grunt escaping your trapped lips.

 

When she finally moves, she giggles at the craters left behind on your face by her gorgeous cheeks and your dazed and confused smile. But despite her amusement, she shows no signs of slowing her onslaught. You are laying on the floor, your body fully overtaken by hers and your resistance, as pitiful as it was, completely ground down as flat as you now are. You no longer had any illusions of pride or choice. You now know the feeling of being reduced to nothing more than a warm smear on the floor. Your only purpose, your only desire, to please. You are hers, and she is going to fuck you, and you can't imagine any other existence.

 

She quickly pulls you up by the shoulders and flaps you out once to make sure there are no wrinkles when she drapes you over her bed. She then climbs on top and grips your swollen dick firmly in her hand, twisting it roughly and aiming her moist pussy at it. You feel some small control over your facial features returning, but all this grants you is the ability to show a rapid-fire series of lustful, kind of silly-looking, expressions.

 

And then she slides herself onto your pulsing member, and your face transforms into an expression of shock and euphoria. The stretched-out skin is so sensitive that you twitch and convulse at every varied texture that her welcoming womanhood contains. She smiles and slides further, riding your cock rhythmically, until you feel the last part of you disappear into her. You can't move, and it begins to drive you mad. You want to squirm, to push, to pull, to touch her... but all you can do is wait and hope, begging for her to continue with your eyes. She knows exactly what you want, but her devilish smile shows you that she will continue just as if you weren't there, that she controls how this scene plays out, and that the pleasure is all hers for the taking.

 

And yet, she is not without her sense of intimacy. While she holds your tortured cock deep inside herself, she also reaches out with her arms, leaning down as she is, and grips your papery hands in her own. You fear that she will rip you apart at any moment, but even as fear and desire tug at your heart, you also feel a calming sensation that begins with her touch and moves its way through your body. Somehow you know, no matter what she puts you through, that everything will be alright. But just as that thought crosses your mind, her vigor renews.

 

She falls over, her body covering yours, and squeezes your flat form up against her. The hands that held yours were now wrapping tightly around your chest and back, and your head would be pinned by her breasts if it wasn't flopping about with the motion of her thrusts. She holds you, crumpled up like a blanket for warmth, and your penis reacts to this sudden embrace before your brain can register the change. But you suddenly realize what is happening when she slams you down onto the mattress. She's pounding you more violently now, and each movement she makes stretches and crumples you alternately.

 

But she isn't just going faster, she's working your body into an even more comfortable toy. As she humps you relentlessly, more and more of you is compacted and squeezed and you feel your flat form being crumpled up and dragged across her body, until those reassuring hands of hers finally let you go. you are being folded up into a smaller and smaller shape, as your dick grows and grows, filling her up more completely than ever. You feel your chest up against your stomach, your arms up against your shoulders and your legs on your backside. Soon the only part of your body that isn't touching several others is your dick, which is still inside of her. And it is glorious.

 

You are now a pure expression of desire, a statue of lust. Your every want is coalesced into an erect monument to your love, memorializing your devotion to this exquisite woman. If you weren't already inside of her you would be aching for it. But thrust as you are deep into her perfect pussy, you feel an immense euphoria, a soft touch holding you hard, and it feels so good you lose yourself inside of her. The rhythm of her thrusts become your heartbeat and the fluids that make you glide in and out are ambrosia on your skin. But there is more awaiting you and you eagerly await her guidance into this world of pleasure.

 

Once she has you crammed into a nice, neat little package, she places her hands back on you, pressing up against the bottom of your flat and folded form. Your eyes peek out from either side of your shaft, and you see her body towering over your little present-like form, but she is no longer caressing you like a lover, instead simply thrusting you up and down in and out of her like a toy. She changes position to lay on her back and arch her body into a curve that spasms and wiggles in ecstasy. You can't even beg, reduced to nothing more than a fuck-box. A flat, folded, helpless boy who at this moment appears to be nothing more than a face with a dick sticking out, just waiting to be fucked.

 

And fuck you she does. She breathes erratically, soon approaching climax. She grows even more intense and even more violent with her poor abused little toy. She pounds you into her pussy, her body writhing in anticipation. You feel her smooth insides rubbing across your dick and her rough fingers handling you less and less rigidly, until finally, you can't help but blow your top. The one part of you than can move explodes with warm semen directly into the deepest part of her and your dick convulses dramatically with the release.

 

She isn't quite finished with you, though, as she squeezes your desperate member tightly in her powerful pussy, twisting out every last drop of liquid pleasure as she, too, cums. You feel warmth spread through you you as she spills juices all over the bed and crushes your whole body with her shaking, vibrating pussy, still moving her body rhythmically despite having no load left to spurt out. Your dick grows flaccid, and in her final throes of ecstasy she wrings out your pitiful penis until finally she releases you and your crushed and twisted form flops down on the bed in front of her, still flat and useless but no longer being pounded by her overwhelming body.

 

She gives herself a few moments to catch her breath, but doesn't give you enough time to recover your wits, let alone your body.

 

“Hmm... maybe I should keep you like this?” she asks herself, “After all, you're not much use for anything else,” she teases, gently stroking a finger across your writhing, unfolding body.

 

You look up at her with the most pitiable expression you've ever mustered in your whole life, and you're not sure if you manage to convince her or if she wasn't serious, but wanted to see that look on your face... but she seems to relent.

 

“Oh, you're just too cute to lock away in a drawer somewhere... well, not for very long, anyway” she says, gripping your wrung-out body at the edges between her fingers.

 

She then flicks her wrists and you unfurl like a bunch of canvass. She then lays you down, walking off to grab something. You're wrinkled and twisted, not to mention messy, but you feel a great sense of relief... right up until she returns with a few terrifying looking tools. In one hand she's holding an iron, the cord whipping about as she walks, and in the other she's holding a rolling ping, comically oversized and slung over her shoulder. But what really catches your attention, as you wonder just what she plans to do with you next, is a vacuum cleaner she's rolling toward you with the hose attachment flopping around.

 

“Hey, honey.... you're a real mess, so I figure it's time for some 'aftercare,' don't you?” she says, licking her lips.

 

“So, what should we start with?!” she asks you excitedly, but you're a bit too exhausted to be ready for round two just yet.

 

You promise to give her lots of ideas just as soon as you rest your eyes a bit, and you drift off to sleep, dreaming of being once again at her mercy.