She instructed me, in no uncertain terms, to sit in the cushy chair with the big arms and to keep my mouth shut. She walked swiftly into an adjoining room, her massive, gorgeous body threatening to burst the seams of her tight, dark green cocktail dress with each mind-boggling step she took. I sat there in a state of unbearable apprehension, wondering what this power-crazed giantess had in mind by inviting me here. As I waited, I began hearing some low murmurings, whispers perhaps, and a few knocking sounds through the near wall; someone moving around. Then, the powerful sounds of sharp high heels snapping crisply, magnificently, on the shimmering hardwood floor.
She emerged from the darkness in all her glory. I swallowed hard, holding back a string of reflex superlatives, and heard the clamoring behind the wall increase slightly. What a powerhouse. She must have weighed 325 lbs, and every ounce of it packed into an ungodly hourglass frame dripping with sexual intensity. She wore a dark green corset with delectable garter straps, (which I shuddered to realize had been lurking beneath her hot green dress all evening) a matching g-string, sheer black nylons and 5-inch black, patent leather heels. She had long, strawberry blonde hair, which she tied back into a hot ponytail and her beautiful, mysterious face was the very personification of danger. She glanced at me with a look that could kill.
--So, what do you think? She asked.
I looked at her huge, shapely thighs bulging from those stockings; stockings so sexy, so beautiful, so helpless to contain her.
--Omigod, was all I could utter.
She continued her severe gaze into my eyes and began to move toward me. I started to shake uncontrollably at the sight of her gorgeous legs moving in the direction of my face.
Just then, three young men came crawling into the room on hands and knees. They were completely naked, and each carried a black blindfold between his teeth.
--Ah, she said, the three little pigs! Have we been good pig-boys today?
They all nodded silently; adoring, yet terrified looks upon their faces. She looked back at me.
--Excuse me, she said
She walked back in the direction of their entrance as they crawled obediently right behind her, keeping their noses close to the back of her legs.
--I can’t believe it, but it looks like you maggots have kept your cages clean. OK, let’s go.
The three came scrambling out, smiles on their faces, and wagging their blindfolds. They followed her to an oddly constructed chair, which seemed to have been placed there for my viewing convenience, and mingled around her like hungry cats at feeding time. She stood there for a moment, taunting them with her ass and legs, obviously driving them mad and doing a similar number on me as well.
--Pig number 2, she finally said, take the chair position, and be fucking quick about it.
The excited young ‘piggie’ held up his blindfold, which she now tied firmly around his eyes.
--That’s all of my magnificence you get to see today, she said.
He crawled beneath the chair, and pushed open a trap door that had been built into the floor beneath it. When he had crawled in and seated himself with his head positioned just below the chair, Jessica retrieved a remote control device from the credenza and aimed it toward the trap door. The sides of the opening then clamped shut in all four directions around the young man's torso, locking him firmly into place. The chair itself had a shiny metallic rim that opened in an oval shape like a toilet seat. When she sat down in it, the lucky young man's face would obviously serve as her cushion. The other two remained dutifully at her feet, as she looked them over. Her eyes flitted back and forth between them.
--So, you worthless pigs, which one of you will be good, and which one of you will be bad?
With that she began to tease them mercilessly with her divine body. She flaunted her legs at them, so sexy, so provocative, and inches in front of their pining faces. You could see them struggling mightily to keep their composure. Then, she turned and displayed her gigantic, perfectly shaped ass at them, shaking it subtly for maximum effect. Somehow they both held on through that. I felt my cock pounding in my jeans and the wetness that came along with it. The two men were dripping streams of pre-cum on the floor and Jessica laughed wickedly at their predicament.
--Here we go again, she said, stomping her big leg down and jiggling her thigh flesh right in their faces.
At that point, one of them broke and let out a whimper. Without hesitation, Jessica reared back with her entire body weight and fired her massive knee into his face. He reeled, and screamed out as he flipped over twice before coming to rest flat on his face. She stalked over to him in a fury.
--Get your ass up!
He cried out, but couldn’t move. Jessica dragged him up to a kneeling position, reared back again, and kicked him with her foot this time, nearly decapitating him and sending blood spurting from a vicious cut made by the sharp pointed toe of her high heel. The poor bastard flipped head over heels clear across the room, screaming wildly from the deadly force of her blow. He had barely hit the ground before she was on him again like a jaguar. She jerked him up by the hair and slammed an unbelievable thigh lift into his face, which again sent the blood flying and snapped his head back so hard I was sure he'd be in traction...or worse. He flipped again in a series of somersaults and crashed against the wall before toppling motionless onto the floor.
--You ever disobey me again, you fucking disgusting pig, and I’ll have someone else living in your cage so fast it’ll make your goddamn head spin! Now get the fuck out of my sight and go to your cage! And don’t you even think about getting fed tonight!
But the piggie was out cold. He couldn’t move. Practically foaming at the mouth with anger, she hurled further verbal abuse at him as she actually dragged him out of the room by his hair, and tossed him aside like so much refuse.
Storming back to the chair, where her other charge awaited her obediently, she extended her long, ornate cigarette holder to me, and ordered me to light her a cigarette. The pack was on the table, and I quickly pulled one out, placed it gently into the holder, and presented it to her. I stood and lit it for her. Her dour look told me I should express my gratitude.
--Thank you, I said, for allowing me to light your cigarette.
--That’s good, she said. Maybe there’s hope for you after all.
She returned to the chair, took the young man’s blindfold, and tied it firmly in place.
--Do you know why I blindfold them? She asked. It’s because their eyes must be shielded from the acts of god as they experience them. Actually, they are not worthy to look upon me to begin with, but I am a kind a merciful goddess, and I allow them far more liberties than they deserve. When it comes to direct interaction, however, they are never allowed to look upon my sacred form.
Both blindfolded young men opened their mouths longingly, obviously hoping for their rewards. Jessica laughed haughtily at them, taking a luxurious drag from her cigarette. Then she sat down on the chair, smothering the young man’s face firmly and completely between her glorious ass cheeks.
--Let’s get to work, pig-boy!
He began to moan as he worked away with his tongue, trying to satisfy her before he suffocated to death. While this was happening, she barked orders impatiently to the other man who remained on his knees in front of her.
--To the left, idiot! A little more forward, dumb ass! To the right, worthless maggot!
Finally he sat before her in just the right position, his mouth still gaping open like a newborn bird awaiting its feeding. Jessica taunted him softly.
--You sure you want it? Hmm? Baby want his nectar?
The man was obviously not supposed to respond, but part of her game was to bait him as hard as possible, trying to get him to break. He held on, against the odds, I thought. Building his anticipation level to what must have been a frenzy, she finally leaned over him and dangled a long, thick string of sticky saliva down into his mouth.
--Don’t you dare swallow, she laughed. Not till I say.
She watched him curiously as the other man now began struggling mightily beneath her. Looking balefully down at her spittoon, she let go with another long, viscous strand, which he now appeared to have more difficulty keeping in his mouth without swallowing. All of which amused Jessica all the more.
--Hold on, pig! Hold on.
Then she took another long drag off her cigarette, and casually flicked a large section of ash into his mouth.
--Good? Isn’t that delectable, my worthless little pig?
She flicked again. She watched him squirm. She spit again. She watched him squirm.
--All right, she finally said. Down the hatch!
He swallowed gratefully, even as he gagged ever so slightly on the mixture.
--Keep it down, shit-brain. You know what'll happen!
She alternated spit and ash a couple more times. Then, when she had finished the cigarette, she removed it from the holder and snuffed it out slowly, painfully, on his tongue.
--Swallow, cunt! she said.
As he finished off her cigarette butt, the other man was gyrating out of control. Jessica sat up just enough for him to catch half a breath as she reached under the chair to slap his face.
--Stop slobbering on my leg, you fucking pig! And be still!
She plopped back down, fully engulfing his face in ass and cunt. He began squirming hard again almost immediately.
At some length, Jessica achieved what appeared to be a quite perfunctory orgasm and ordered her little piggie-vibrator to drink down her discharge. She rose momentarily to look down at him, making sure he was swallowing, then dropped right back down onto his face.
--Your technique leaves much to be desired, she told him. Accordingly, you must pay a penance for your ineptitude. Maybe next time you'll give me something I can use. For now, I'm afraid you must be deprived of breath even longer than usual.
Vibrator-piggie's body then began to thrash in successive sharp spasms, but he was held fast in place, the weight of Jessica's body wrenching his head and neck backwards in what was surely a most painful and dangerous position. By now, she had ceased the controlled salivating with piggie-ash tray and had begun to simply spit harshly and contemptuously onto his face and into his mouth at intervals of her chosing. He was also privileged to swallow down another cigarette, which I had dutifully prepared and lit for her. She kept this routine going for some thirty minutes more before becoming bored with her little game. At that point, she released her piggies, but not before sending them off with repeated hard bitch-slaps across their faces. So big, so powerful, she made the two of them sit there helplessly on their knees, taking her thunderous shots one after another until their faces were swollen and purple, their expressions racked with pain and tears. Remarkably, they never uttered a sound of complaint. Took their medicine with the utmost obedience and crawled off, battered and bruised, to their cages.
Jessica sat down in the chair next to me.
--Before I dismiss you, I will administer my first test of your resolve. All you have to do is look at me without uttering a peep. Got it?
I nodded and she had me light another cigarette for her, and serve her a drink. She shifted this way and that, crossed her legs this way and that; leg teasing me out of my wits. I couldn't believe the way her fat flesh quivered with the slightest movements of her big, phenomenal body.
Just when I thought I would lose it, she informed me that my time was up.
--There's just one thing I want to show you before you leave, she said. Follow me.
She took me into the pig sty, which, of course, was remarkably spic n' span. In three tiny kennel cages, the three men were curled up tightly awaiting their mistress's command. Jessica pointed to the one who had been punished.
--I almost threw this one out tonight, she said. It's too bad for you. You would have taken his place.
Too bad, indeed.
You tell yourself it’s nothing, nothing strange, at any rate. You remember bits and pieces, but you always wish you remembered more. There could have been a touch involved, but it isn’t necessarily so. Sometimes, you remember it coming as nothing more than a slight movement, almost imperceptible, but—and here is where your memory fails—the storm inside that followed was a giant, a cosmic cyclone of immense proportion, crushing everything in its path with an incomprehensible, implacable fury; a monster, a mad galaxy of psycho-kinetic terror with death at its center. Such a tempest works its destruction with raw physical power, but at the same time, it renders retreat or escape impossible due to its extraordinary, singular beauty, which defies logic or description; a beauty that causes paralysis. Only through experience is one capable of understanding this. Neither soul nor body has movement here. This unstoppable force has a name. It is called Madness. It is the end of life and the beginning of life. It is certainly death, but beyond the threshold it is infinite potentiality, infinite source, infinite bliss. It comes in one form, and one form only. It comes as Vixen.
If she has coaxed your touch, it is already too late. Your tears, your supplication, your worship and your pleading only amuse her. You are a joke to her, a plaything, if that. Vixen deals only in reality. The reality of your destruction, and the accomplishment of her will. That is her reality. But within this dark reality, her reality, lies the infinite mansion, the Paradise of the Absolute; a fantastic, unspeakable, idyllic world where, if you plunge deep enough, dreams and forgotten memories collide and ignite, the sparks and subsequent flames giving birth to living patterns of all that will ever be, and to all that could ever comprise the total. And this sublime space-of-mind, timeless, bathed in its eternal mystery and resistance to common apprehension, cannot remain pressed in dream-dimension beyond the moment of your arrival, and so must transcend its ethereal barrier and emerge whole into singularity, that kid’s corner of Being that opens into hidden planes of self, and merges there, now in the deepest regions, into rainbows of desire, regret, reconstruction, failure, pain, love, misconception, awakening, enlightenment, flesh, flower, music and rain…and all this spiked anew (at this point) with sharp, blazing refractions from the roaring monolith that is the body of Vixen; Portal to Ultimate Truth! Guardian of the Unconscious, Keeper of all men’s souls. This, this is Madness!! She has accomplished it! Her witch-crafted laughter rings through your soul and into the very Death that awaits you now. You worship her legs, her ass, her face, her Divine Being, and you know that this phase is finished.
Vixen knows exactly what she wants. She plans to become as the Arc of the Covenant to your Philistine fingers. She is going to destroy you with one single touch. Such a display of power is unprecedented. But the end will not be swift. It is her intention to make you wait. It will seem like an eternity, an eternity of electrifying cruelty. She will watch you suffer unspeakably, tortured, tormented by cascading waves of desire, an avalanche of need inflamed by restriction, by her divine commands, by the slightest gesture of her head as it shakes: No.
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