Black Cat Ch 08

Brenna tossed the three hundred fifty plus pound ex-boyfriend, Arthur, at me. His head snapped forward as he bounced off my chest. I grabbed the chains just before he's out of reach and snapped him back. His head whiplashed, his forehead struck my sternum. He shook his head as I ran a hand over the side of his head. "Grrrr...so you've been a bad little boy, huh? What did you do that deserves me breaking you?"

"Art cheated at Jenga."

I stopped and blinked. An extremely puzzled expression crossed my face as I tilted my head to the left and stared at Brenna's grinning face. "Jenga?" She nodded her head like a bobble head doll in the back window of a car going down a country gravel road.

"Yeah. He grew an extra arm with a single finger to get a piece."

"A huh wha?"

"Yeah. An arm right in the middle of his chest," she brought her right arm across her chest so that her forearm was between her tits. She pointed her index finger out of a fist and made a jabbing motion. "Punched that piece right out."

I dropped Art and stepped towards Brenna. He hit the floor with a thud and a moan. "Are you fucking KIDDING ME?"

She playfully punched my abs and said, "We can do that ya know. Take any shape we want." She batted her eyes, stroked my chest and said seductively, "I can grow a dick if you like."

I put a hand on a hip, pinched the bridge of my nose with the other hand and said, "Oh, my God."

I felt Art caressing the back of my leg and glute. "Please, sir. Bren is right, I've been a very, very bad puppy. I need to be punished. Hard." Anticipation pulsed off of him like a heartbeat.

I don't know how, but my expression became even more puzzled. "Puppy? Let me guess. He's a rottweiler."

"Pembroke Welsh Corgi," Brenna replied as she slowly sank to her knees and began stroking my cock with hands that barely encompassed my shaft.

Art clung to my leg and kissed my hip. When I looked down at him he said, "Sir, if this form doesn't please you I can be..." his skin rippled as if a million ants were crawling under it as he shrank. His appearance solidified as a thin, teenager, "...a helpless, weak twink or...", his body increased in mass; muscles filling and hardening until his physique rivaled mine, "...someone that can almost resist your might."

"His cock just twitched. Keep going."

Art continued, "You'll have to overpower me at every turn. Force me to...

"...and we got precum." I felt Brenna's tongue lick the tip of my cock and moaned. "Mmmm, you naughty boy; sweetening yourself." I whipped my head in her direction and snarled at her daring to juvenilizing me. "Bruce," she radiated an instant of fear then said with a serious expression. "Art saw your posts and found me. He wants this. You can't really hurt him or me," she smirked, amusement lapped against me, "so go nuts.

I growled as I reached down, grabbed the thick, four inch steel chains restraining Art. I curled him and those chains until his eyes were level with mine and his toes barely touched the floor. I pressed his massive chest to my superior one and moved my head close to his. I grabbed his skull with my free hand before he could pull his head back. "You know what I'm gonna do to you? You want to be punished? I'm going to school you in pain, mutt."

He laughed as he raised his arm, shattered the chains and dropped to his feet. I saw that he's only an inch or two shorter than me. Confidently, he exclaimed, "Not if I do it to you first!" and swung his fist at my abs.

At the last possible instant before his fist made contact I flexed my ten-pack into an impenetrable armored wall. To this day, when Authur licks and sucks my godlike cock like an obedient dog or I make him scream in pleasure and pain, I relish in the confident expression on his face being replaced by puzzlement then morphing into confusion and terror as he shattered every single bone in his hand on me. I gave him a toothy grin right before my right upper cut to his chin snapped his head back and launched him into the air. When his abs were at my shoulder level I drove my left fist into his midsection until I felt his spine, bending him in half and sending him flying across the room.

Let me take this moment while Art is airborne to tell you a bit of history about my house. My two bedroom, two bath home was built in 1962 during the Cuban Missile Crisis by a retired steelworker. The whole house was built, supposedly, to withstand a nuclear attack. For instance, it had two foot thick reinforced poured concrete basement, cinder block walls and vertical steel I-beams throughout to support the two inch thick steel roof. It was sitting on the market for years until I found it. I got it for a steal at 180k under the market value. The real estate agent was really cute and had great tits, but dumber as a box of rocks. Anyway, Art is headed for one of those I-beams now.

He crashed into the 10 megaton proof wall and bounced off. He broadcasted pleasure and a loud moan as he hit the floor face first so hard the house shook. I heard Brenna behind me moan, felt the wave of lust emanate from her and smelt her arousal.

I jumped forward, landing over his shoulders and reached down between my legs to yank his head up by the hair on the back of his head. His brown, dilated, eyes stared in disbelief as I rammed my cock into his mouth five times, battering the back of his throat, before tossing him like a ragdoll into the wall on my left. I charged Art when he landed on the floor and flipped him onto his back with a savage kick. I sat on his chest, pinning his arms under my legs, grabbed his neck with my left hand and squeezed. I pulled back my right fist.

I drove it into his skull.

The powerful impact of my fist into his head sounded like a walnut being cracked open. Skin and muscle tore and ruptured. Bone fractured and shattered. An eye burst like an overripe orange. As I pulled back my arm for another blow in his skull reinflated and his skin healed. The dark blood on his face remained. Almost orgasmic pleasure blasted out of him with an undertone of panic and fear. I crushed his skull over and over. Every blow I delivered was a sign of my dominance, my superiority. Every blow I delivered demonstrated Arthur's inadequacy, his inferiority. His attempts to heal himself took longer after each of my attacks until he couldn't regenerate again. By that time there was little to no pleasure to be felt in him; only intense panic and horror at vastly underestimating my power. A tsunami of terror cascaded over me from Brenna. I became drunk on that energy. I sucked it all in.

With a gurgling voice Art pleaded, "O-Oh, G-gods, please, n-no! I-I've had enough!" His face looked like three day old roadkill. Blood, spit and brains dripped from my upraised sledgehammer-like fist. I put my full weight on his chest, fractured ribs and forced all the air out of his lungs. Blood and spit exploded past his lips. Then, slowly, I stood up and looked at the mutt down my nose and over my colossal chest. I watched as he whimpered and his eyes grew wide with terror as I amplified my cock; long enough for me to nearly lick it myself, twice as thick as it had ever been that day and hard enough to make a tank lose its virginity. Twice. His once respectable penis shrank and retracted into his abdomen in embarrassment of its inadequacy seeing his supreme rival in action.

"You've had enough? Well...I haven't." I stepped backwards and grabbed one of his ankles. Pushing aside any furniture that was in my way I dragged him to the center of the room. I spun him over my head with my weaker arm until his screams past their crescendo. By that time my cock was coated in precum. I released his ankle and threw him across the room, into an inward facing wall corner. When he hit it he gave a high pitched scream as his spine snapped in two.

I looked around the room as I took my time walking to where he fell. Brenna was cowering in a corner in a pool of girl cum trembling in fear, a forgotten thick dildo in her cunt. I roared, threw a most muscular pose and greedily devoured the blast of fear and submission from both of them. When I reached Art he gasped for breath through a face that no longer allowed breathing. He tried clawing away from me when he felt my superior presence. I knelt down, yanked his head up and growled, "Heal your spine or I will tear the head off your body and fuck your dead throat!" I watched as his disks and vertebrae slowly realigned. I released and roughly patted his head and said, "Good, mutt. I WILL have you feel every inch of my cock as I rip your insides apart." He renewed his petty attempts to escape. I generously let him crawl until his feet were a yard in front of me. I then grabbed his ankle in an iron grip and dragged him onto my cock. He tried to kick and get loose...in vain.

Art found his screaming voice when my first thrust shredded his sphincter muscle and shattered his pelvis. I didn't give him any respite before I fully pulled out and drove my god cock in deeper. I kept forcing my weapon into him, rerouting his intestines into a direct line to his stomach, entering his stomach, and, finally, breaching his esophagus. Over the next hour I forced him to open his mouth every time I entered balls deep. It was amusing to see the head of my cock peeping in his mouth from the other side.

When I had my fill of the mutt and was assured that he fully understood and painfully felt his pitiful status I stood with him still impaled on my godhood. His arms and legs twitched, his one good glazed over eye stared at me. "Let that be a lesson to you, MUTT. I am GOD compared to you!" He slowly blinked that eye in acknowledgment and submission. With a growl I flicked him off me. He fell on the opposite side of the main room. I casually walked over to him. "I think the human form of you will understand this," I said with my fists on my hips as I pointed my cock at his broken face and blasted a huge load of cum into the wounds. He moaned and stuck his torn tongue to lick the thick fluid. "The mutt form understands this." I loosened my control on my bladder and doused his whole head in urine. He wept as he accepted his position beneath me: figuratively and literally.

"You-you're n-not supposed to be that p-powerful," I heard Brenna whisper. She tried to go further into the corner when I turned my gaze upon her. I walked towards her. Tears streaked her cheeks. She screamed, "What are you going to do to me! I'M NOT INTO PAIN! OH, GODDESS! DON'T HURT ME!" As I got closer to her she curled herself into a tight ball, legs against her breasts, arms over her head.

When I stood in front of her, towering over her, I paused and growled. She shreked and trembled to the point of spasming. As I knelt on one knee I diminished my physique and cock. I stroked Brenna's incredibly powerful left shoulder and upper arm. "Shhh. It's ok. I just gave him what he wanted...needed."

She wailed behind a curtain of black hair, "You almost KILLED HIM!"

I'm taken aback by her distress for an ex-boyfriend. If something happened to Valerie, I would be concerned, but not as much as Brenna was for Arthur. I turned my head and looked at Art. His breathing was shallow and blood trickled from his mouth and ass. "Brenna, Arthur isn't your boyfriend, is he?"

"He," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "was my brother."

Was? "Brenna, I thought you said I couldn't really..."

"Neither of us knew what you turned into." She lifted her head and looked at me with watery cat eyes. "What happened to you?"

I heard in my head, 'I became a monster.' Some part of me paused, then continued, 'They're skin-walkers. Wouldn't changing...'

"If Arthur changed could he live?" I asked anxiously.

She lowered her head and whispered, "I don't know."

I dashed over to Art and cradled his head in my hands. "Arthur, if you changed would you heal faster?"

His remaining eye, red from burst blood vessels, swiveled to me. He weakly nodded his head and tried to speak, "Tub...water..."

I gently picked him up in my arms. "Brenna! He needs to get in water!"

She looked at me in confusion. Then realization flashed on her face and she muttered something in her native language. She sprang to her feet and sprinted towards the bathroom. I followed with Art in my arms. By the time I reached the bathroom she was kneeling beside the tub and had turned the faucets on full blast. Art weakly pointed at the tub as I knelt and lowered him in. When he sank to the bottom I tried to lift his head above the water. Brenna swatted my hands away, pointed to Art's neck and said, "Watch." Deep gashes formed along Art's neck. The exposed flesh was deep red, but the wounds didn't beed. He developed gills. Brenna sighed and turned to face me with a deadly expression. "You've done enough. Now get out."

"Won't you need any..."

Brenna snarled at me, "I said, GET OUT!" Her leather catsuit was shredded by her expanding muscles as she grabbed my neck, stood and flung me into the hallway. I hit the wall with enough force to make the walls shake and knock the wind out of me. As I slid down the wall, just before she slammed the door shut, I thought I saw tentacles growing from her back.

I gasped for breath and heard, "Well, you really fucked that up didn't you?"

I turned my head towards that voice and saw a massive bodybuilder in T-shirt and jeans filling the hallway. I lept to my feet, ready for a battle and filled myself with power.

Except nothing happened

"I put a hold on that for now, so just settle down." I cocked back my arm and threw a punch at his abs. I fell forward as my fist hit...nothing.

I exclaimed, "What the fuck!" as my face hit the floor. I spun onto my back and saw him kneeling down beside me.

"If you haven't guessed yet, I'm not really here. I'm," he tapped my forehead, "all in our head."

"What?!"

"I'm you, Bruce. Or rather," he said as he morphed into what I used to look like, "I'm what you used to be."

"Oh, great. Now I've got a tumor."

"You've got something worse than a fucking tumor, buddy. When you killed Terry you goddamn almost killed the person we were. I only survived because I tore myself from you. Remember Brenna enhanced our id?" I nodded my head. "Well, I'm our enhanced ego."

Fucking great. "So what do I call you?"

The bathroom door opened and the hallucination disappeared.

"You usually call me Brenna. Right now you can call me really pissed off and incredibly scared." Brenna knelt beside me, her leather catsuit in tatters, in the same spot where my phantom had just been and put a hand on my chest. Her claw-like nails drew blood as they dug into my skin, pinning me to the floor. "Tell me what happened to you today, in detail, or I swear by the goddess, if it's the last thing I do, I'll rip your throat apart."

I began to recount my day to her starting with Tony driving me to the gym and ending with me opening my front door. Her cheeks became flushed and her nipples hardened with each description of me dominating and subjugating lesser beings. By the time I described how I put holes in the hood of Deb's car and fucked hard enough to push it thirty feet her breath had quickened, a wet spot formed at her crotch and wanton lust pulsed off of her. "Wow," she uttered when I finished five chapters worth of exposition, "you really took the whole Alpha Male aspect to heart, didn't you?"

I slowly slid a hand to the razor-sharp clawed hand that was holding me down. I lifted her hand off my chest and placed it on my cock. "You said to take what I want. I have and I will continue to do so. You've freed me to be what every human male wished, dreamed, he were. The Alpha of all alphas. The embodiment of all things male...massively muscular...ultra powerful...uber dominative" She started to stroke my rapidly hardening godcock as I roughly squeezed and mauled a breast with my other hand. Her eyelids drooped, her mouth dropped open and she began to pant. "How's Arthur?"

"He-he's recovering. He s-s-said th-that he'll heal in a d-day or s-s-s-so. He...he said that was the best fuck he's every ha...had, which is why you-you're still alive." She paused, pouted and squeezed my now steel hard pillar of cock. "You're not p-pl-playing f-f-fair."

"Who said any of this had to be fair? Have you forgotten, cat, that I AM YOUR OWNER?" I explosively crunched my abs to sit up while ripping the remaining catsuit off her, grabbing her head and forcing her mouth to envelop my throbbing godhood. She offered no resistance as I repeatedly thrust upwards into her mouth, battering the back of her throat. As I reclined the 'gluck' sounds from her throat echoed in the hallway. After a half minute of brutalizing her throat I jammed her head down to my cock's root and held her head down. Her throat barely had time to adjust to my girth before I pulled my shoulders as far forward as they could go, then, explosively, thrust them back into the floor. The equal and opposite reaction launched me to a standing position. Brenna's body was under me, between my legs, while I still held her head down on me. I had her in a helpless, unbalanced position. I took full advantage of that and savagly fuck her rippling throat for a full minute.

I pulled her off after those ferocious sixty seconds, flexed and squeezed every muscle she could see and growled, "What am I to you?"

She looked up at me with a confused expression, spit and precum covering her cheeks and chin. "Y-you're, Bruce."

I snarled as I pulled her to her feet and slammed her front against the hallway wall and pin her head. I kicked her legs apart and speared her cunt. She screamed, then begged, "Bigger! I want to feel you tear my cunt!" I threw power into my cock, making it lengthen to half the size I used on Arthur, but to a girth would rip a human female in half, and started violently fucking her. My hips are a blur as I took her cunt deeper and deeper while she babbled and wailed. With a final battering blow my balls swung up to crash into her clit. I was balls deep and haven't felt her cervix yet. She was changing herself internally to fit my godhood.

I delivered a few fierce cock-blows to her cunt. When she screamed in organism and her girl cum squirted the wall I bellowed, "WHAT AM?!"

Through ragged breath she replied, "You-you're the human I made into a god!"

I roared as I yanked my cock out. Brenna gasped at the sudden empty feeling. I pressed the thick cock head against her ass. "NO! BRUCE! NO ONE HAS EVER..." I rammed eight inches of my godly cock in her virgin ass. "AAAUUHHH!!!!" My cock, lubricated with her cum, slid in. The only resistance was her tight rectum. That resistance was easily torn through. Soon I was again, balls deep and fucking hard.

I screamed, "WHAT AM I?!?!"

"YOU'RE....YOU'RE...MA-AAAAHHHHH!!!!" she screamed as the biggest orgasm she's ever had ripped through her. I pulled out of her very red ass and let go of her head. Her legs and arms twitched as she slid down the wall.

I heard the bathroom door open behind me. I turned my head and saw a mouth at the end of a long tube above my shoulder. The mouth said, "Will you two keep it down. Some of us are trying to heal." I turned and watched the tube and the mouth retreat into the bathroom and a tentacle slam the door closed.

I whipped back to Brenna, passed out on the floor, and snarled. 'Just stop it.' I heard in my head. 'She'll realize what we are soon enough.' I took a deep breath and relaxed. Suddenly I felt very tired. I checked my watch. It was almost midnight. I'd been awake for over eighteen hours. I stifled a yawn and picked Breena up in a princess carry. She softly whimpered as I took her to my bedroom and laid her on the bed. I got her under the covers and put the pillow under her head. I climbed into the other side of the bed and got comfortable. Brenna rolled over to face me, snuggled into my chest and started purring. I blinked twice and fell asleep. Or so I thought.