I lie there in my bed, sleeping peacefully, wearing what I usually wear, which is nothing. I'm under the big soft fluffy hunter green comforter, cocooned with just my face showing and part of my wrist. Lying sprawled on my belly with my breasts pressed into the hard mattress. Nonsensical dreams fluttering through my head as I sleep soundly.
I am awoken by the comforter being stripped away suddenly, the chill of the air making me shiver and start to reach to pull it back. The fist now held tightly in my hair, painfully pulling me up to a man I don't know who stands beside my bed.
I tear at the hand that pulls me up to try and get away, but he's big. Bigger than I have ever been near, ever been with. He stands better than six and a half foot, and his body is like a brick wall, huge, unmovable and cruel. I look but I can't see his face. He wears a hood like an executioner. Blacker than black, so black that light seems to be sucked into it, what little light there was in my dark room.
My head aches from where he has such a tight grip, and I try desperately to stand.
"Kneel, slut," He says in a voice that makes me tremble with fear as he pushes me down to the floor so I can do what he wishes. "You stand when I say you may stand."
He takes the belt from his pants. Thick black leather with a silver buckle and wraps it around my wrists, trapping them together tightly until I wince. Then he sits on the side of my bed, where he opens his pants and pulls out his flaccid cock. "Suck it." He pushes my head into his crotch roughly. I am knocked off balance and scramble clumsily to obey. I glance at his cock to try and orient myself.
"My god!" I gasp. I can't believe that a man that tall can also be hung that well. Thick and long, just seeing him flaccid he's longer than most men I've had while hard. My mind starts to scream again. This will never fit! I hear it screaming. He'll never fit anywhere! When he gets hard, he's going to kill you.
His hand forces my face to grind into his groin. "I said suck it!"
I whimper and nuzzle in his groin which smells of sweat and at last find the plum sized head of his soft cock. My tongue licking it slowly as I feel his hand start to loosen its grip in my hair. "Take it in your mouth." His voice wasn't quite as harsh this time.
I open my mouth and suck the tip inside. Slowly moving him deeper and deeper into my mouth. His pulse throbs and makes his cock begin to swell. I try to relax as my fear of his sheer size starts that maddening screaming in my head again. This time of how he will strangle me to death with his cock shoved down my throat.
Then I feel it start swelling out until I can feel my teeth running the whole length of him on each stroke and he still insists on shoving it in deeper. My molars are scraping against the delicate skin of his hardening cock and he's pressing against my tonsils and trying to open my throat wider.
He thrusts up with his hips as I feel him almost at his full potential and making my mouth into a grotesquely wide maw trying to fit around a cock as big as my forearm. I gag and try to pull away, the fear shrieking now in my head. Both of his hands now in my hair, and forcing me down even lower onto this sapling. "Take it all, bitch." His voice is a hoarse moan as he starts to roughly fuck my mouth.
I'm squirming and squealing and trying to get away. The gagging and the pain from his thick cock being shoved so far down my throat making my eyes water and before long I'm crying. I panic as he shoves it deep and then holds. My lungs start to burn with need to breathe. I can't stop myself from clawing at him with what little range I have with my belted hands. I draw blood from his thigh and he lets up enough to let me gasp for air.
I drink it in great gulps as he pulls me up from his strangling cock. "You drew blood. I was just having fun before, but now you've drawn blood." He pulls me across his lap, that fleshy tree trunk scraping down the length of my body until it comes to press right into the soft patch of brown fur that covers my pussy.
I lay there bent over his lap like a schoolgirl waiting for her punishment. His hand is like steel as he takes his first swat at my creamy white heart-shaped bottom. The impact not only almost sends me sailing off his lap, but pushes my outer labia around the head of his cock. I squirm as he readies the next blow. It falls harder than the first, and his other hand grips my waist. "Little bitch, you know you deserve this!"
"Please! Stop! I'll do whatever you want!" I say in an attempt to get out of what I think is about to happen, but his only answer is a deep chuckle and another stinging blow to my backside. I feel my little clit swelling against the rubbing of his cock head. Every blow sending me bucking into that small apple sized head until I feel the pre-cum starting to wet my clit.
I'm kicking now, trying to get away, screaming and crying as I struggle on his lap and he laughs at me. "Call me anything you like, slut. I'm going to spank you until I'm through with you."
My bottom is burning and quite red as I feel my pussy wetly sucking at the head of his cock as I buck into it with each smack of his huge hand. In between blows which are sometimes maddeningly slow, I find myself grinding against that delicious hard pole. "Horny little bitch, you like this, don't you?"
"No! Let me go! Stop this you fucking bastard!" I scream and cry as I keep trying to get away from him.
"Say it! Say that you like it, slut! Tell me and maybe I'll stop," He laughed again. "Then again, maybe I won't."
I sob against his leg and whimper, "Yes! I like it! Oh god, yes! Now stop!"
