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Collected by Djian updated 11 june. 2005
Other stories by Paladin collection
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
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Joyce's Trainer By Paladin
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The key worked like it should. He walked around the place again.
Nothing was out of place. He had the whole place to himself... for
now...
The key to her place made it easier than the last time he broke
in here to look around and get the feel of the place...
She was out on her nightly jog and he had plenty of time to set
up for the bitch.
He went to the second bedroom and put his tool bag into the
closet. He himself also hid in the closet and closed the door
to await her arrival..
Now the wait.... Not as nervous as before. Only a few minutes...
this time but well ... Still it seemed like ages..
As he waited his mind replayed the events leading up to this
day and time.
**********************************
He had first seen her on the jogging trail!
She had the jiggliest tits. The tight tube top she wore, while
covering and somewhat confining them, still let everyone know
their size and did nothing to hide the swell of those big
nipples..
He was in lust at first sight of those tits.... The face was...
well OK but it was the titties that drew him at first.
Then viewing her from behind the asses smooth flowing black
covered flesh was just too much... All and all he rated her a
keeper, definitely fuckable and then.... well a KEEPER!!
He decided right there on the trail he had to have her...
He managed to get her eye and he smiled.... His best smile too..
Ice... The bitch didn't even acknowledge his attempt at Mr. Nice
Guy...
He followed her. For miles and then he saw the reason for her
icy greeting.... The object of her affection..
Mr. Muscles!!!....
She must of picked him up at some statuary store.
The muscle bound jerk, he was always assuming a pose. Probably
couldn't think of anything to say or do, so he would just posed
there and flex his muscles..
Probably had rocks in his tight ass cheeks...
Undaunted he followed them. Eventually he found out all the
particulars... It took time but he loved the game.. and then too
his hardon would wake him up nights thinking of it berries in
that smooth flowing ass.
Yep he would have to have her...
**************************************
It was Friday night when he made his move. He had charted their
movements and knew exactly when to strike..
First he'd take care of Mr. Muscles....
His own normal size assured him of the element of surprise. He
waited by Mr. Muscles car.
When the hulk mass of muscles walked up, he smiled, pointed down at
the tire, and while Mr. Muscles attention was distracted, he swung
his left arm in a wide arc.
The steal ball attached to the chained on his left wrist found
its target easily. Like the mace, that medieval weapon, it
emulated, the effect was immediate and divesting.
CRUNCH!
Mr. Muscle's jaw, being only flesh and bone, dented in and became
a mass of gore and bruises.
Muscles grabbed for him, but he fell and was ineffectual.
He decided, maybe, one wasn't enough. He again arched his
improvised mace in a smooth lazy arc, straight to the hulks
outstretched right arm.
The chain captured the flesh and bone and his quick jerk produced
a sickening..
CRUNCH.....
Muscles gurgled. His left hand grabbed his now broken right
wrist and lay there inert and in a whole world of hurt.
He reached down, grabbed the now bloody shirt, and sat the
hulking mess upright. (Don't want him choking on the blood ..
right now anyway.) He exercised a lot of care to assure he did
not get any of the mess on himself...
"uuuummm..." Muscles babbled...
He looked around and seeing no one he squatted before the now
pathetic male form and explained...
"I see I have your attention ... Come on boy... Keep awake...
This is important.. Good .... No ... Don't go to sleep on me
right now... I want to explain to you the why and future...."
"Now I have decided that the bitch is MINE! Listen to me.. From
now on I see you sniffing around her cute ass and I'll have you
castrate ya .. Man ... No bull shit .."
"You now know I can ... and will do it. You understand me..."
"usnmin...." The mess tried to vocalize through his broken jaw
twisted and wrist.
"You raise that other paw and I'll have to break it for you too."
"Usumaini..."
He raised his mace and Muscles cringed away in fear..
<Good I think the bastard understands..> he thought.
"OK now let me see.." he said. "Oh yea I need somethings.."
He reached into Muscles pockets and he removed the hulks wallet
and keys....
"This one here...."
Getting no response he kicked the hulks thigh open and explained.
"I don't have all night ... but I can crush your nuts in no time
at all.... Now is this her key?.."
The hulk nodded.
"Now we re getting some where. It better be the right one... Or
I'll visit you again and this time I'll take your nuts for ear
rings for the bitch... Understand me??"
Again the hulk nodded...
"umrmgntrmmm" Muscles tried to vocalize..
"OK now we understand one another. You never!! never.. ever go
near her again. You call her and I'll come find you again and
this time maybe, it's off with them small nuts you love soo...
or.. YOU GOT IT???"
The hulk nodded cringing at the implications and his pain.
"Now here is a twenty. You can take a taxi home from the
hospital. See what a nice guy I am?" He said as he took the
bill from Mr. Muscles wallet. "I'll take the rest and the wallet to
aid your story, So you tell the cops someone.... say an ... uh
... an Indian on a spotted horse ... yea that sounds good... An
Indian on a horse mugged ya...You hear me?"
Nothing...
A light tap of his toe to the open crotch brought a muffled cry
from the hurting hulk.
"Usnieo...."
"I said did you hear me..."
The hulk nodded..
"Good boy... Now you remember ... I've let you keep your little
pud and nuts.. THIS TIME ... Don't make me angry by bothering the
bitch ever again... I WOULDN'T LIKE IT... You see her you run
the other way... You hear me??"
He was careful to avoid getting blood on himself as he tucked the
twenty in the hulks shirt pocket and stood up.
"I know if you reflect on our little talk here, it was the best
thing for you... You seek out other pussys. They can do wonders
with plastic surgery nowadays, but they can't grow you a new
dick or nuts if... you make me take the slimy things off ya...."
"Now you just wait right there. I'll go call you an ambulance.
But remember don't piss me off... Think what I'd have done here
if I was pissed ... really pissed at ya."
He turned on his heal and exited the parking lot.
It took him three tries to find a working pay phone. Bad
neighborhood.. but he did call 911 for the hulk. After all, he
really had promised and he was really a nice guy. It was just
that ... well ... pussy was pussy and he wanted this PUSSY...
<Be a shame to have to ..... No Mr. Muscles got the word...> he
thought as he walked to his car and went on to the next phase of
his night's endeavors ..
************************************
So now he was waiting for his new girl 'friend'. Visions of that
smooth ass and giggly tits.. It gave him... a nice.. a real
nice thrill..
He heard her come in from her night time run.
He forced himself to wait..
He heard her fumbled around the apartment a while.
He waited ... patiently... Well he waited..
Then he heard the shower running.
<Great.> His woodie twitched even more, if that was possible...
He exited the closed and took his tool bag.
He went to the bathroom door and viewed the hot warm mist.
<GOOD> he thought as he again went over his plan in his mind.
He unpacked the things he needed. Assembled the pole, played
out the rope etc .. and then waited.
<Give her a chance to get it all nice and clean. Just for.. ME.>
he thought, <Besides it is soo much nicer than fucking a wet
smelly bitch.>
The water stopped and he tensed and readied the pole noose.
She opened the curtain and he quickly reached out and captured
her long smooth white neck in the rope loop. With a practiced
ease he quickly tightened the loop and while she was still
trying to find a towel, HE HAD HER...
He drew the noose tighter .. his catch fell out of the shower and
he guided her choking onto her knees on the bathroom floor before
she knew what was really happening.
She did not really know what to do!
She should grab a towel... Cover her ... But the choking
demanded attention...
Her air supply was cutoff and her hands forgot her modesty. She
grabbed for the rope loop.
He smiled down at her struggling nudity and let her situation
sink into her troubled contiousness...
Joyce found herself fighting for breadth... Something was tight
around her throat!! It was cutting off her air. She had been
pulled .. NUDE .. out of her bath tub and now NUDE and dripping
wet she was being choked by.... a grinning fat old bald MAN!!
<What the fuck is.... Who th....> She thought as she desperately
tried to rise up and get at the man smiling down at her. All her
time spent in the gym and this ... this slob...
He twisted the pole in his hands and she followed her twisting
neck again to the cold tile floor. Smiling he advanced as he
lifted the end of the pole up high. She was forced down on her
back on the cold cold tile floor.. Like a big game hunter with
his game taken, he placed his left foot on her quivering white
tit meat.
<I've got her....> He thought. <The bitch is MINE!!>
He felt the slippery sweet smelling mammary deform it's softness
under his fat foot.
<SHE WAS CONQUERED!! ... SHE WAS HIS!!!>
Her face was turning red from lack of oxygen. He did not like
that.. Quickly he loosened the loop ... slightly ...
"Now I showing you my good faith.... I'm letting you breathe ..
You give me trouble or try to scream and I'll just cut off the
air again.... Got it? I can do this all day.."
Coughing, with her hands uselessly plucking at the rope, she shook
her head ... YES!!
<This mad man 'll kill me. I can't get to him with that damn pole
he's got. I have to play along till... Where is Roger??> she
wondered. <You wait tubby ... When Roger gets here...>
"Good. Now Put this nice little mouth toy in your cake hole and
buckle it nice and tight behind your head ... for my piece of
mind... Loud noised piss me off." He ordered the defeated nude,
throwing her a large red penis shaped gag.
Disgusted she looked down at 'it' and was going to refuse but then
the loop tightened again. She saw no use in delaying. She picked
'it' up and put the disgusting thing a little way into her dainty
mouth.
"All the way in there bitch." he said and again tightened the
loop ... a little ..
Gagging she took 'it' in deep and buckled 'it', tight.
He yanked her to her knees by her neck, and she now found
herself kneeling naked before this mad man. Quickly she sought to
cover her charms, with her hands, now that she could breath.
"Don't be modest, bitch. I like looking at two pretty titties.
Here put on these ankle cuffs. NOW..." he demanded throwing
her a shinny pair of ankle cuffs with a connecting snugging
chain.
A tightening of the loop convinced her to go along with the
program.
<When Roger gets here..> she hoped.
She looked up at him and he held out a pair of hand cuffs next.
Quickly she sought to hide her hands behind her back...
<NO! NO! I won...> she thought.
"That's right, bitch behind your back, but with the cuffs on." he
explained as he again tightened the loop.
<I can n... Where is that bastard Roger?> she wondered.
He kicked out lightly into her belly.
"I'll just tighten this loop and wait till you get the point...
As I told you ... I got all day..."
She finally took the cuffs and reluctantly surrendered her hands
to the chrome metal restraints ... behind her back.
He checked that she had closed the locks. He had to tightened
them to insure she could not slip out of the metal loops. Then he
joined the two snubbing chains together thus securing her on her
knees.
Now with his prize secured, he squatted down and began his
inspection of his new acquisition keeping a grip on the middle
of the pole.
Being thorough, he started with her nice long hair...
It was all wet, but clean and it smelled soo good..
<Nice but it has to go.> he thought...
<Where is Roger... He is going to...> her mind screamed as the
gross monster seemed to be inspecting her like some animal for
sale.
He grabbed a hand full of the wet lustrous red fibers and twisted
it for a firm grip. He forced her head up and back. She found
herself forced by his grip to look up at ceiling.
Looking into her eyes he perceived the fear blossoming there, but
their was still hope in there too.
<She is expecting Mr. Muscles... > he thought with a smile...
"Oh yea your boy friend .... numnuts ... sends his regrets. Yea
We had a little talk... He decided you ain't worth it.. He's
going to explore for other pussies. He gave me the franchise on
this one" He explained as he ran his other hand down over her
stretched neck. Down over her wet shuttering tits, down into
her soaking neither curls. He gripped the wet curls tight.
"Yea I'm doing you a favor... Them muscle heads all end up fags
anyway. Besides he didn't know how to treat a nice cunt like
this... Now did he..." he said as he took possession of her cunt.
She tried to twist away but he just lifter his left hand full of
pubic hair. The more she struggled the more he lifted...
<Roger!!! Roger wouldn....> she thought through the blazing
needle like pain of in her pubis.
She soon realized the futility of struggling and slumped back
down and knelt there whimpering. She let him do what he wanted.
What choice had she anyway.
"OK Now we got that out of the way ... And I can see you
understand how it is now.. Let's us just get it on?? And have our
get acquainted FUCK ... What say??.."
Horrified she looked up into his piggy eyes and shook with fear.
He said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He
pulled her up by her hair but because of the wrist and ankle
chains being connected she could not even stand unaided.
He tucked her over his shoulder and took her out of the bathroom
into the living room. He lowered her to her carpet and
disconnected the chain connecting her bonds. He forced her back
over her own coffee table onto her wet spine. Then he again
joined her bonds under the table. He now took off the pole loop
and then again began fingering his new pussy hole.
<Not bad... Nicely trimmed but it 'll look better waxed.>
"Aw now a dry tight bitch.... Now that might work for numnuts,
but I like my pussy wet and ready... You'll learn that ...
eventually ... Well now though you asked for it.. I see I'll get
ya in the mood and maybe tenderize it a little first.. You just
stay right there. And when you are ready, you get it all nice and
juicy for me. I'll just tenderize the meat till then.."
He went over to his bag. Searched around and then returned to
her with a fly swatter in his right hand. He laid it gently over
her hips.
He decided to disrobe. <More freedom when ya 'tenderize a
bitches cunt'.>
Naked he took up a position over her defenseless body. Then with
his smelly dick unfurled, he took up the swatter and stood over
her face. His flaccid penis was hanging over her plugged mouth.
As he faced her pussy her vision was restricted to his balls and
ass hole.. Her nostrils were assailed with putrid odor of his
sweat and unwashed dick cheese..
He took a practice swing with the implement and laid it gently
down over her wet defenseless pubis.. He gauged the stroke and
then raised the thing up high,,
He commenced to bringing it down into her pubis and thighs with
vigorous crisp cutting swats.
Swapppp ..... Swappp ..... Swapppp
Her delicate petals caught fire.. She tried to scream... She
tried to move to protect the now blazing skin... Nothing helped..
He continued to beat the labia and thighs and any flesh that
came into reach till they all became a painful mass of quivering
red. Smiling then he inquired...
"Are ya ready yet?.. This fore play is kind of tiring... You
just wait right there and I'll go get a beer." he inquired, "When
I get back we'll see if you are juicy enough... You wan.... NA you
were bad..."
Her crotch was on fire... <Where was her savior Roger... What
had he done to Roger...> she thought as she perceived through
tear clouded eyes his fat white ass receding into her kitchen.
She knew she had better get ready for the fuck or he would...
He returned and placed the cold bottle on her flat stiff belly. He
reached down, spread her crack, and felt for her response.
"Why you little bitch... You like it rough.... Aw hell and I
just got a cold un.. Aw let the dang beer get warm. The pussy is
ready.." He put the cold bottle down to his right on the floor
beside the coffee table spread her knees and felt for her
entrance....
To her horror and relief ... she was wet... <I can't be... I...>
He scurried her now moist hole.
No dicking around for him.... One stiff plunge .. straight in
her straight to the balls. Then he lay there on her tits and let
his happy dick marinate in her.. Smiling he rested there letting
her soak his sitffie.
Lazily he reached over and secured his beer. He took a long pull..
"Now ain't this nice to know.... You like it rough... Bet numnuts
never popped ya like his did he..."
Her pussy lips screamed with the pain from the abrasion and the
weight of the bastard on her was killing her bent back...
He put down the beer and then commenced his 'get acquainted
fuck'..