Biblical Proportions – Chapter 3 – Diabolical Divas

*WHAP*

Ethan’s small frame jolted as the full force of Asha’s knee slammed into the guard pad. He steadied himself, tensed his body and waited for the next blow.

*THWAP*

Ashaki’s muscular leg blasted into the cushioning, her shin crushing the polyurethane leather exterior. The pad flexed and Ethan was forced to take two steps back. The big woman followed the kick with two quick punches. They weren’t nearly as strong as her kicks, but he could still feel the impact of every blow through the considerable padding. Ethan’s arms grew increasingly sore the longer it went on. It was obvious he’d be exhausted long before Mistress would.

“C’mon David! Hold it steady!”

“Yes, Mistress Goliath” he replied wearily, bracing himself for another round.

It had been a long day for the quickly tiring man-servant and sexual slave. First, there was the usual sating of Asha’s morning appetites. She’d fucked both his holes long and hard before letting him shower and cleanse himself of her abundant, sticky seed.

Then he made her a breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast. Mistress Goliath was so pleased with his performance that she allowed him the leftovers from her plate: a few residual clumps of scrambled yellow protein, two strips of bacon and a piece of toast with only one bite missing. Ethan ate it off the floor, receiving head pats and an acknowledgment of ‘Good boy’ as he licked the plate clean.

After that, the usual housework had to be done. It was followed by the cleaning of sex toys and fetish clothes that had been used in Asha’s recent fun and games. Most of the debauchery was at Ethan’s expense, although Asha still entertained kinky clients from time to time. The men who came to see Ashaki paid a premium for her services and arrived craving the beating and deep-dicking of a lifetime.

They got what they desired, but most of them never called a second time. Ethan assumed they went on to pursue gentler Dommes or at least ones that weren’t so absurdly endowed. Not every man had the elasticity and stamina to handle Asha’s impossibly large python.

Even now, in her red satin kickboxing pants, Ethan could see her monster cock bending into her right pant leg and forming a thick outline in the shiny material. It was especially visible as her body strained, reaching back and preparing to deliver more blows into the padded shield. The young man squared himself up, gritted his teeth and waited for the next brutal hits.

*THWAP THWAP THWAP*

Asha lashed three quick Muay Thai kicks into the glossy leather padding and Ethan grunted with each hit. The final blow knocked him back so hard that he stumbled. His grunt turned into a howl of surprise as he tripped and fell to the mat. The guard pad thudded to the ground, abandoned in mid-air as he lost his balance.

The sweating Asha placed her hands on her hips and breathed deep. She smiled as she watched Ethan flail through the air and flounder on the ground; dazed from the force of her blows and his sudden collapse.

“Hahahahaha! That’s all you got, huh little man? That’s too bad! I could do this all day. But at least you hung in there for a while.”

“Sorry, Mistress Goliath…” Ethan sat up slowly. He cradled his head and the side of his torso as he grimaced in pain.

“Don’t worry about it” the amazon replied. She undid the velcro straps on her fingerless kickboxing gloves and pulled them off as she spoke. “I hit the weights before you came in, so I already got a good workout. That will do for today.”

Ethan nodded. He couldn’t help but notice the large heavy bag hanging from the ceiling in the background. That’s what she used when Ethan was busy with other tasks. Asha didn’t actually need him to hold guard pads to practice her strikes. She just enjoyed kicking him around and humiliating him.

“Shall I put the gear away and clean up, Mistress?”

“No, not yet. You have other duties first.”

Asha tossed her gloves aside before reaching into the elastic of her sports pants. She tugged them down, bending forward as she slid the glossy garment off her legs and stepped out of it. Ethan watched as her bare midriff disappeared. Her large breasts blocked the view of her crotch, followed by her tower of jet black hair. He watched the sports bra flex and strain to contain her massive mounds. Ethan figured it must be made out of space age materials to hold her giant assets so securely.

The satin kickboxing pants were tossed aside and Asha rose back to her full 7’1 height. She’d opted for no underwear today since her bottom half was now completely bare. Her giant cock jutted forward, an imposing specimen despite its semi-flaccid state. Ashaki’s enormous sack hung below it, roughly the size of a boxer’s punching bag.

Her dark flesh glistened with sweat as she tipped her head back and shook her thick column of jet black tresses. Once she’d fixed her hair and worked the tension out of her neck, she pointed to the floor just in front of her.

“Get over here and get to work, slave” she ordered casually.

Ethan rose on one knee and was about to push himself all the way up when she spoke again.

“On your knees.” Her voice betrayed mild annoyance that she had to remind him.

“Yes, Mistress.”

He crawled forward, drinking in the statuesque Domina as he approached. The white polish on her toenails drew the eye, creating a stark contrast with her dark skin. Strong calves led up to powerful, shapely thighs. They were thicker than any man’s he’d ever seen. Her entire body shined with perspiration. In the context of her impressive form, the colossal cock sprouting from her pelvis was fitting. Asha stroked it eagerly as she watched her bitch-boy inch forth.

“That’s it… Worship me with your eyes before you do it with your mouth. Enjoy the view while you can.” Her voice purred with self-satisfaction as she lorded her physical superiority over the scrawny little manlet.

Ethan came to a slow stop just below her masturbating form. He knelt, then sat up and leaned forward on his knees, anticipating her next command. The half naked man-slave lifted his face and opened his mouth, prepared to receive his Goddess. He was quickly rebuked.

“No. I’m not ready yet. Lick my balls first, slut!”

Asha’s hand glided up and down her rapidly thickening pole, preparing it for action. She watched her slave’s face disappear under her gargantuan club of flesh and pistoning fist. Within seconds, she felt his tongue lap at her weighty scrog followed by a gentle sucking kiss on both large, fleshy orbs.

“Mmmmmm! There we go, baby. Just like that…”

Ethan ran his tongue all over her supple sack, cleaning it of a morning’s worth of workout grime. He vacuumed the sweat from her bulging cum factories, wagging his tongue beneath her plump eggs before applying firm suction with his lips. He knew from experience just how she liked to be tongued and teased. Ethan lapped, kissed and sucked away as the pace of Asha’s strokes increased. Her moans grew more lustful as the big woman’s body relaxed.

“Oh yeah… Momma’s just about ready for you, bitch.”

Ashaki grabbed him by the back of his rubber gimp mask and pulled his mouth from her spit-coated nuts. She lined up the dark, mushroom head of her bitch-breaker cock with Ethan’s mouth and pushed forward with no patience. As she sank past his soft lips, she reached below and gripped the slave’s collar underhand. Asha pulled him forward, choking him mildly as her fat length of fuckmeat plowed down his tongue and forced his mouth open wide.

Her eyes closed as Asha’s godly appendage was bathed in the warm, wet nirvana of her little David’s mouth. His collar’s O-rings jingled as she continued pulling his face up her shaft. When his soft, stretched lips reached the halfway point of her fearsome erection, she let go of the thick leather strap surrounding his throat.

“Hands behind your back!”

Ethan clasped his hands behind him, trying his best not to gag on the hot, thick invader filling his cheeks. Mistress’ cock always had a pungent taste and smell, but it was especially overpowering after a long workout. The scent and flavor of thick, sweaty penis overwhelmed him as Asha pushed her tip all the way to his uvula. Her sheer size filled his oral walls to bursting. The pressure of her immense unit pressed his tongue firmly into the bottom of his mouth. Ethan thought he might pass out from the taste and smell. She hadn’t even entered his throat yet.

“You will keep those hands locked behind you until I’m done! If you release your grip at any point, it’s fifty strokes with the paddle!”

“Mmmmpphhhgllmmm!” he muttered in acknowledgment.

“Good boy” she cooed.

Asha gripped his latex-wrapped head firmly. Her fingernails, likewise painted white, dug into the black rubber of his hood as she forced her way deeper into his drooling oral passage. Ashaki sighed in divine bliss as her glans pushed into the back of her slave’s throat and was surrounded by warm, wet tightness.

Ethan braced himself as his view slowly zoomed in on Asha’s glistening torso. Her abdominal muscles and sweaty pubis grew closer as ever more hard, throbbing schlong was force-fed between his stretched lips. He wagged his tongue below her sperm channel, causing Asha to bellow in fresh pleasure.

Unwilling to wait another second, Asha pulled out halfway of his sloppy canal just long enough to plunge right back in. Ethan’s eyes watered as her hands pressed into his cranium and she began sawing her massive schwanz in and out of his phlegmy mouth.

“YES! Just like that… Work that magic tongue you little faggot! More suction…”

Ethan obeyed, always eager to bring the giant shemale to climax as fast as humanly possible. He sucked and slurped on her pistoning member, working to increase her enjoyment even as she became more needy and aggressive. The workout mat below him was a nice change; much easier on his knees than the hardwood floors upstairs or the cold cement of Asha’s S&M dungeon. Ethan took solace in this solitary blessing as she fucked his face in earnest.

It was always an open question how long a throatfucking by Mistress Goliath would last. With her impressive stamina and otherworldly control, fucking a man’s face for a half hour was the simplest thing in the world. She could prolong his oral worship as long as she liked, holding back her river of nougat filth in favor of ever ascending levels of pleasure.

But Asha was also a practical woman. She often just wanted to nut and go about her day. It was always a contest between the dark-skinned amazon’s competing wills. The desire to cram her fat hose of flesh down David’s throat versus the urge to empty her churning sack in her human cumdump as quickly as possible. Based on how rapidly she was ramping up her fucking, it seemed the latter would win this afternoon.

Every thrust forward of Asha’s powerful hips was met with phlegmy coughs and sputtering gags.