Beelzebub's Video-Rama #1

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Boxer Girl

The whole time it was obvious she was in a hurry. We met for happy hour, downtown L.A., upscale hotel bar. Mystery woman, alright. I met her coming off an elevator. Rammed her full speed but, strange, she stood in place, planted like a giant oak. Force of impact knocked me right on my ass. Heard lotsa people laugh when I went down.
-(Wimp, chump, idiot, pussy, Nancy-Boy.) Heard shit like that, or, pretty sure I did. Goddamn, she was beautiful, though, and she stood over me.
-I'm sorry. Let me help you up.
Big girl. Damn. Tall, but solid too. Thick, shapely legs, high heels, short skirt, sumptuous chubby arms bare in sleeveless top. Something in her eyes, I remember now, something not quite right. Sorta demonic quality, maybe. Unusual way they glowed or something. Paid no attention to it under the circumstances. Definitely a little embarrassed, slamming into a woman-she didn't budge-and getting knocked on my pansy ass.

So then we talked for a minute. Stayed right there in that lobby and she was OK small-talking and I was down with it too. Seemed like she was taking an interest in me. So she suggested it. It was her idea.
-Why don't we have a drink or a bite to eat? I'm starved. -Sure! But I've got an appointment here I really have to make. I don't think it'll take long. There's a really nice bar in the hotel across the street.
I looked at my watch.
-In fact, they'll have happy hour going at four. They have great appetizers. I can meet you there.
-Right across the street?
-Right across the street. First floor. The bar's right there.
-Take my cell number. In case you get held up.
Beautiful Clydesdale of a woman, flattens me, then gives me her cell number. Who'd 've thought?

The bar was great. Really nice, elegant atmosphere. Moroccan buffet tonight. Girl could really put it away. Mechoui, Pastilla, kebobs of calf liver and lamb, couscous; ate like she'd never seen food before. And Stoli martinis, extra dry, super-chilled...with olives. Slammed 'em down like fresh spring water. The whole thing was such a kick. But, like I said, she was definitely pushing, time-wise. Seemed up-tight in a way, and yet it was obvious she was enjoying herself. Her name was Connie.
-So, Connie, what are you doing later? I asked.
-Hmm? Oh, uhmmm, well, I assumed we were going to my place.
-You did?
-Mmm-hmm. Don't you want to?
-Sure, yeah. That would be great. Just seems like maybe you're in a hurry. I didn't want to hold you up.
-No. I'm fine. I'm all yours.
Jeezus. What did she mean by that? Well...

We were pretty hammered by the time we left and I asked her how far of a drive it was.
-No drive, she said, I'm right over there.
She pointed to a hi-rise three buildings down.
-Wow, I said. A real city dweller.
-Mmm-hmm. It's the only way to go. Work downtown, train downtown, live downtown. Keeps life simple.
-Train?
-Mmm-hmm. I'm learning to box.
-Cool!
-Yeah. I like it. C'mon. This way.
We weaved our way down the sidewalk to her building, laughing hysterically, having a great time. I couldn't help my continual staring, though. She was so seriously, unbelievably hot. How did this all happen? What the hell was I doing here? Gorgeous woman, getting drunk, going back to her apartment? Ours is not to question...

As we entered the building, it all seemed like your standard issue office complex; very professional-looking with the obligatory modern art sculptures around the lobby. Cool ones, though. Felt like money. Rode the elevator up to where Connie lived on the 33rd floor. Her apartment was beautiful; spacious and tastefully furnished. A picture window formed the majority of the outer wall and the view of the city was fabulous from there.
-I had no idea there were such nice apartments here, I said.
-Oh yes. There's been so much great development down here. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else now.
I looked around the lovely living room and noticed that Connie did have quite a few photographs of different boxers on the walls, and a large painting of Ali in his prime loomed imposingly above the faux fireplace.
-You really are serious about boxing, I said. That's a great painting.
-Thanks, she said. Are you sticking with martinis?
-Sounds good.
Her Stoli martini was the best I had ever tasted. Dry as a bone and chilled to the marrow. Left me sipping it as she went off to change.

To say I was stunned when she returned doesn't even begin to say it. She emerged from the hallway wearing a skimpy black bikini, matching black patent leather high heels and a pair of shiny new boxing gloves. She was also holding another pair, obviously designated for me.
-Here, she said, tossing them to me. These oughta fit you.
I was speechless. My god, her legs! So long and so big. So chunky and shapely. Her flesh was sublime. Her huge, gorgeous breasts threatened to burst the bonds of her tiny bikini top and her ass was so juicy and round it seemed to defy the very principles of anatomy.
-C'mon, put 'em on, she said. I'll show you what I've been learning.
Sounded innocent enough, but at the moment I was having a hard time even processing her words as I sat there bedazzled by her awesome beauty and power. She stooped over the coffee table and somehow managed to lift her martini clumsily to her lips in spite of the gloves, slamming it down in one gulp.
-Ahhh, that's the ticket, she said. Nothing like a martini to bring out the beast in a girl.
I stood up and put my gloves on, thinking this was going to be the most fun I'd had since playing in mud puddles back in kindergarten. I moved around into the middle of the living room where Connie was already shadow boxing, her marvelous flesh bouncing gently and so enticingly before me. Who could concentrate on boxing, for god's sake? Between the booze and my excitement from looking at her, I didn't even know if I could keep from mauling her right here on the living room floor.

That notion was dispelled rather quickly.
-Let's see what you got, she said, bouncing up and down and punching her gloves together.
Before I could say 'OK' a hard left jab nailed me flush in the middle of my face. It was no love tap. It was the real thing.
-Ow! I yelled. Shit, Connie, what the--?
This time a big right hand. Pop!! Caught me on the temple and knocked me back toward the window.
-Better protect yourself, she warned. Remember 'Million dollar Baby.'
It all happened so fast, before I could even protest. Another hard, straight jab, stronger than the last one, and I was seeing stars. Another one, right on the heels of the last one snapped my head back, hurting my eye and causing me to cry out again. As I lifted my hands to try and protect my face, she had her opening and slammed a hard right into my solar plexus. It knocked the wind out of me and I doubled over onto the floor. From there, I was staring at her marvelous feet in those high heels and hearing her voice badgering me.
-Get up, she said. At least give me a workout, ya fuckin'wimp!
I struggled to catch my breath and had to clutch onto her leg to have any chance of pulling myself up. As my face reached her glorious thighs I whimpered 'Omigod,' or some such exclamation. The perfumed scent of her crotch area and those incomprehensible legs acted as smelling salts upon me, helping me to rise tentatively to my feet. I saw her smiling at me, evil and utterly mad, like some sort of demoness. Then came a wicked combination: another jack-hammer left jab split my lip open and broke my nose. Hurt like a bitch. With each punch, I became insatiably aroused at the sight of her big, beautiful, powerful arms working their destruction upon me; so sexy and devastating. I longed to seize one of them and devour the luscious, divine flesh from which they were sculpted. That thought was bludgeoned out of me by a follow-up right to the middle of my chest, which stunned me badly. Felt like it made my heart stop. Began to panic. Processing that, and a monster left hook nearly decapitated me, causing my eye to swell shut almost immediately and opening a massive gash over the eyebrow that sent blood spurting across the room.

I went down like a bag of dirt from that and lay on the floor groaning in pain. She hovered over me immediately, laughing like some beautiful vulture inspecting her carrion .
-Up! she commanded.
No way. My head was spinning 'til I was sure I would throw up. Far too racked with pain to even consider making it to my feet. Connie bent down over me and grasping my head between her gloved hands, pulled me up.
-You know, you really need to learn how to defend yourself, she giggled.
Holding me flimsily in place with her left, she reared back and cold-cocked me with a brutal right to the face. That one pretty much flattened my nose, split my other eyelid open, and put another canal-like crack in my lip. It had now become a grotesque, bloody scene. Red splattered everywhere as I went reeling across the room, flipping head over heels before coming to rest flat on my stomach.
-I told you to get up and fight! she laughed. Now let's go. Get up!

I was in a bad way at this point. Could hardly moan, let alone move, let alone get up. With each rapid heartbeat, blood pumped out of me from the lacerations around my eyes, from my demolished nose, and from huge cuts on my lips. She picked me up again, and my pulp-like face passed directly before her powerful thighs, which drove me to the brink of sexual madness despite the agony I was in. She held me in place there and stamped her legs down alternately, making me watch the delightful rippling of her leg-flesh as she did it. Began then to writhe like an epileptic, which amused her immensely. She laughed even harder, and holding me slightly stooped over this time, she blasted an inhumanly powerful right hand into my mid-section. I threw up instantly from the force of the blow, but before I could fall she caught me, held me in place again, and buried another wicked left hook into my kidney area. I had never felt such pain. I screamed out as the puke flowed from my mouth, but still, she didn't let me fall. Set me up and exploded with the biggest right hand yet, straight into my face. The blow lifted me off my feet and I came crashing down on her coffee table, smashing it beneath my now critically battered body. I lay there, flipping, flopping like a flounder, my brains knocked into another dimension, noticing some sort of strange, hard pellets in my mouth, which I suddenly and horrifyingly realized were teeth. She had knocked my front teeth out, and now I lay there spitting them out like blood-soaked coins from a slot machine. I saw my life passing before my eyes.
-You goddamn, pathetic bitch! she snarled. How dare you break my fucking furniture! And look at this place! Look at the fucking mess you've made!
I was in no position to look at anything.

Unbelievable as it may sound, she continued to punish me like this for at least another half hour. When I came to I was in a hospital where I stayed for 6 weeks recovering from the beating I had taken. I never saw Connie again, which was just as well. After all, I was obviously not very good at boxing.

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The Art Collector

-Come with me, right now, she said. Taken aback at her abruptness, I nonetheless followed her without questioning. She led me into a small restroom in the utility area of the art gallery.
-You’ve been undressing me with your eyes since I got here, haven’t you?
-Well, I stammered, it’s just that you are such a beautiful woman…
-Shut up! She barked. We don’t have much time. Lay down on your back, right now!
I couldn’t believe my ears. It had all happened so fast. I felt confused, but at the same time I knew that whatever she wanted of me, I was eager to comply. I dropped down and sprawled on the disgusting bathroom floor. She took her position standing directly above my face, her exquisite legs towering up into that hot, gray dress from either side of my head. I looked straight up her dress and the sight of her hot black panties and powerful legs rendered me incoherent within seconds.
-This is what you’ve been fantasizing about, isn’t it?
I mumbled something indistinct. She laughed snidely.
-Keep looking, she said.
While I looked helplessly up into the portal of heaven, she began to stamp the floor gently with first one leg, then the other, causing her delicious flesh to quiver with each motion. This drove me mad and I began to emit a mixture of gurgling, moaning, sobbing sounds as she worked her magic above me.
-You better bag the blubbering, she said, or I’m gonna have to really fuck your ass up!
I silenced myself with some effort, which amused her immensely and brought on another soft but arrogant little fit of laughter. Then, she began to slowly pull her dress upward, revealing the quality of her thighs and ass even more as they became exposed to the light. I started to squirm uncontrollably. Slowly, steadily, she hiked the skirt higher. A most effective form of torture. As her hemline reached the tops of her thighs, I was unable to hold back any more and began to let out short bursts of moans, whimpers, and ‘Ogod’s.’ She looked down, making sure I could see her glaring into my eyes. The smile on her face, brimming with her own arousal and pleasure at the supreme control she exercised over me, made me crazy with desire.
-Pull your pants down, she said. Let’s see what you’re hiding in there.
I obeyed her promptly and to her delight, my throbbing cock popped out at attention like a hydraulic spring covered with skin.
-Mmm, someone’s getting over-heated, she said.
Then, in a swift motion, she pulled the skirt all the way up around her waist, fully revealing her intense lower body. My body twitched involuntarily at the extraordinary vision. Again, she proceeded to stamp her feet down, one after the other, causing her unfathomable thigh and ass-flesh to jiggle deliciously. Along with more of her witchy laughter, it was all too much now, and my straining cock began spurting streams of pre-cum onto the floor.
-OK, she said sternly, get your ass up.
With that, she jerked me up by the hair and shoved my face up next to her leg.
-Look at me, she said, and don’t you so much as blink.
Slowly, cruelly, she slid her panties down over her ass. I bristled involuntarily. Her body was phenomenal. Then, she took me by the hair again and pulled my face right up to her quaking ass cheek as she sat down on the toilet. She leaned forward just enough for me to see past her ass into the bowl, and while she held me fast in place, she proceeded to relieve herself, taking first a delicate, oh-so-feminine shit, and then topping it off with an extended, fragrant piss—all within a few inches of my delirious face. I experienced the entire ritual as if it were in slow motion. Indeed, time seemed to stop as I watched her holy excreta plunge downward, rich with the glorious scent of pure divinity, followed by the musical streams of her golden nectar splashing sweetly into the water. She held me there for a moment, forcing me to look. I gagged ever so slightly, but she noticed.
-What’s the matter? Doesn’t it look good to you?
-Yes, I mumbled.
-You don’t seem very pleased.
Finally she pulled me up just as I was about to throw up. She bent forward and looked back at me.
-Clean me, she said, and I mean PERFECTLY clean!
I went to work on her ass, lapping up the creamy-textured remains with religious fervor. Somehow, licking it off of her gorgeous ass wasn’t nearly as bad as contemplating it in the toilet. I made sure it was perfectly spotless, and then went underneath to wipe her cunt. As I did so, she moaned softly and turned around facing me. She pulled my head right back into place.
-Keep going, pig. I’ll tell you when to stop.
I continued as she expressed her pleasure through soft, beautiful sounds, now holding on to her thighs as I worked excitedly toward her happiness. The feel of her surreal legs beneath my hungry hands aroused me so badly that I immediately became hard as granite again, leaking steadily onto the floor. When she came, she clamped my head hard, pressing my face with full force into her soaking wet pussy. She let out a final moan, violent and passionate, but soft nonetheless. Absolutely delicious. She came all over my face and held me there a few seconds longer before jerking me away by the hair.
-Not bad for a fucking moron, she said. Look at you. Looks like somebody came all over your stupid, ugly face. Leave it there, and clean me so I can get out of here.
There wasn’t too much left on her as the lion’s share was coating my face. I finished and she pushed me away before pulling up her panties and dropping her dress into place.
-Well, it’s been real, but I really must be going, she said. But let me leave you something to remember me by.
Having said that, she snatched me again by the hair and shoved my face down into the toilet. She held it there for what seemed an eternity, and then pulled it up just an inch above the surface.
-Now, take a big mouthful and swallow, she said.
I was about ready to hurl at this point, but I did as she said, taking in a mouthful and trying to swallow it as fast as possible.
-Good little moron, she said, laughing. Now again.
This time, as I swallowed the divine but foul mixture down, it came back up. I threw up into the bowl, which totally pissed her off.
-How dare you, she snapped. You dare to reject MY shit? My piss? I’ll teach you how to be obedient.
She then jerked her dress back up around her waist, exposing those powerful legs to me again, and began an alternating pattern of holding my face under, bringing it back up, making me swallow, more vomiting, and then back to holding my face under. The combination of this torture with the even more brutal torture of seeing her legs directly in front of me again made me freak. I screamed out, but only for a second as she shoved my face back into the fetid water instantly. My body kicked and convulsed helplessly as she held me there, keeping my face fully submerged until finally I could hold out no longer and was forced to breathe in. She reached around and turned on the water full-blast to help muffle my coughing and choking as she pulled me out and continued holding me in place an inch above the surface. I feared now that she intended to drown me in this awful muck. But she didn’t. After coughing and sputtering long enough to clear my lungs, I turned me head slightly to the side, looking at her legs, my eyes bloodshot from the struggle.
-One more for me, you little shit, she whispered. One more swallow and I’ll leave you. But you’ve got to keep it down.
She giggled softly, demonically and pushed my head down gently. Again, I took in a mouthful and swallowed as quickly as possible, concentrating with all my will to hold it. Miraculously, and thankfully I managed to do so. The look on my face must have been horrifying judging from her mirth at seeing me now.
-What a pathetic, fucking little worm, she giggled. See you around.
Just for good measure, she shoved my face back down into the cesspool one final time, then jerked me out and tossed me aside like a rag doll. She then swung the restroom door open and stalked out imperiously, aiming her demonic smile at a couple of people waiting just outside the door who were surely wondering what the hell had been going on in there all this time. Looking inside at the spectacle of my half-dressed body and shit-covered head, it didn’t take them long to find out.

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Encounters With The Goddess

There is no way to explain it, nor is there any way to deny it. The most powerful goddesses on planet Earth are invariably to be found at the Brea Mall in the utterly forgettable province of Brea, California. Where they come from, I have no idea. But come they do. Another despotic beauty put my life on hold today. At first I was sure I was merely in the throes of a daydream, but as my eyes locked onto her, that familiar and wonderful sensation of electrocution coursed through me and my weakened brain took quick stock of the details.

She was a first level Voluptua, around 210 lbs, I would guess, with olive complexion and long, rippling waves of dark brown hair streaked artfully with medium blonde highlights. Her face was round and gorgeous and as she walked haughtily along, talking animatedly on her cell phone, she looked this way and that exuding a truly regal bearing and confidence. She wore a scandalously short knit skirt which displayed a mind-crunching pair of bare legs; plump, shapely, and powerful in the extreme. Her stylish sky-scraper pumps gave her a polished, professional look and it occurred to me that she probably worked somewhere in this very mall. Since I wasn’t about to let her out of my sight (for as long as possible anyway) I hoped against hope that she might be returning to her place of employment after a large and satisfying lunch.

As she was coming toward me when I first laid eyes on her, I had to turn around after she passed in order to follow her. Walking behind her now, my mouth went dry watching her miraculous big ass gyrate from side to side and those marvelous chubby legs jiggle with every imperious stride she took. Along the way almost everyone she encountered took notice. The men all turned to check her out, many braving certain warfare by doing so with their wives at their sides. Young women glared at her with envy and the older ones stopped to regard her scornfully, even hatefully, stung by the awareness that this was her day, and that their own was long past. All this was simply proof positive to me that I was among the fortunate few, daring to live in awareness of the true reality and the true spirituality, and knowing this concretely, for lo she walked but a few precious feet before me. The rest were the incorrigible heathen that litter the earth with their pathetic inauthentic existences. Never will they see the light. Oh well.

Unfortunately, my dream of discovering where she worked would be dashed as she walked directly to the closest employee exit and left. That, at least, was a good sign, I thought. Granted, regular shoppers leave that way too sometimes, but the confidence with which she pushed through those swinging doors gave me the distinct impression that this was a familiar routine for her. I felt elated. She had given me my glimpse of the divine for the day, and if she did work here, I would make it my business to discover where. For now, I had no doubt that she was on her way to wreak some measure of unimaginable damage on some lowly, unsuspecting male with those battering rams she had for legs and that glorious goddess's ass. The Devil help the poor bastard, and if only I could stand in his stead. That's the way it goes when one makes only casual contact. He rarely achieves the rank of victim.

And so, my moment was over. I had to let her go and get on with my infinitely less important affairs. But I went on my way a wiser man and with greatly increased faith in the power of the goddess. I went on my way confirmed in the knowledge of Who I Am.