Devil in Disguise

Chuck couldn’t believe his good fortune. His ex, Pam was the kind of bitch that made men swear off women for a long time. With her petite frame and long red hair, she looked like a Botticelli angel but was as mean as a three-headed bear with a pinecone up its ass. He couldn’t believe he had gone out with her for a year. But now, just three months out of that relationship, he was out on a date with a real angel.

Cheryl Lynn was around average height with the kind of solid bountiful curves that some people would call “fat” but Chuck found alluring. Especially in the low cut knit top and skirt she wore. She had huge brown eyes, curly brown hair, full lips that curved easily into a smile and dimples in both cheeks. She was flashing those dimples at him all through dinner as she laughed at all of his jokes and let her hand trail over his shoulder. Giving him all the signals that tonight was going to be a great night.

In the car, Cheryl Lynn snuggled up against his side. “So can we go back to your place?” she cooed softly. Her hand rubbed along the inside of his thigh and she pressed her soft breasts into his arm. “Sure, but you know it’s kind of far from the city and pretty secluded,” Chuck said hesitantly. Cheryl Lynn’s hand slipped into his lap and stroked his hardening erection through his pants. She laughed softly. “Chuck, I think we both know I’m not going home tonight.”

There was a strange buzzing in Chucks ears as he prayed he wouldn’t get stopped for speeding as he did 80 on the highway heading for his house. He took the exit at 70 and spit gravel on the driveway as he pulled into the gate. He pressed the button for the garage opener and pulled the car in before the door was completely up, almost scraping the roof. Cheryl Lynn gave him that sweet dimpled smile as he opened her door and they walked hand in hand into the house.

“Would you like a drink? Some wine? And I could light a fire,” Chuck said huskily, trying to be polite even though he was trying to figure out how quickly he could get her out of the sexy outfit she was wearing. “I’d love some wine and I love fires” Cheryl Lynn said, as she turned another of those dazzling smiles on him.
As Chuck busied himself with the fireplace and opening the wine, Cheryl Lynn wandered around the huge living room. “This place is beautiful, Chuck.” Chuck handed her a glass of merlot, touched her glass with his and said, “That only because you’re here.” Cheryl Lynn sipped the wine slowly, her eyes meeting his over the rim of the glass. When she lowered the glass, a droplet of wine shimmered on her upper lip. Without dropping her intense gaze, she slowly snaked the tip of her tongue out to whisk it away.

Chuck had had all the foreplay he needed. He took her glass and placed it with his on the bar behind him, then pulled her into his arms. Her breasts pressed against his chest as he lowered his lips to her. He could feel her breath mingle with his, when suddenly headlights flashed across the room through the curtains. Chuck released her and headed towards the window to see who could possibly be showing up at his place so late on a Saturday night, when the doorbell began ringing continuously. “Oh, no, “Chuck muttered. “What’s wrong?” Cheryl Lynn asked. “I think my crazy ex-girlfriend is at the door. She always just leans on the bell until I answer it.” Chuck headed for the front door. “Just stay put, I will see what she wants and get rid of her.”

As Chuck unlocked the door, Pam suddenly pushed hard from the other side and the door slammed open. “Hello, chicken, “ she said sarcastically as she pushed past him. “I can’t find my Britney Spears CD. Do you have it?”

Chuck sighed. “No Pam, you’ve been through this house 10 times. You haven’t left anything here. And please stop calling me chicken.” Ever since they broke up, Pam had been making excuses to come over. He couldn’t quite figure out why. She always dressed seductively for these visits and tonight was no exception. She wore a blue cut off t-shirt that outlined her small breasts and short-shorts that appeared to have been spray painted to her lithe body. At just over five feet tall and 100 pounds, Pam was most men’s ideal petite sweetheart. Her red hair floated over her shoulders and her makeup was flawless. Chuck knew she didn’t want him, but she just couldn’t seem to stop torturing him.

“Don’t tell me it isn’t here, chicken,” Pam continued with the same sarcastic tone. “And I like calling you chicken, Chuck is a man’s name and you’re hardly any kind of man at all.” She stopped short when she saw Cheryl Lynn and gawked for a moment. She seemed surprised that Chuck wasn’t alone on a Saturday night and her eyes narrowed as she took in Cheryl Lynn’s lusciously curved figure. At 5’5” and 170 pounds, Cheryl Lynn had bountiful hips and ass and huge perfectly formed breasts. Pam looked back over her shoulder at Chuck.

“You didn’t tell me you had company, chicken.” She turned back to Cheryl Lynn who stood quietly in the center of the living room. “Where did you find this fat cow?”

“Stop it, Pam!” For the first time ever Chuck stood up to his bitchy ex. “I’ve told you your CD isn’t here so why don’t you just leave!”

“Oh, she’s not bothering me, Chuck, “ Cheryl Lynn said with a laugh. “I feel a little sorry for her, it seems like she can’t let you go.”

“You feel sorry for me?!” Pam shrieked. “You pathetic fat slut! You’re the one who’s out with a loser!”
Cheryl Lynn laughed again. “Oh, I think the loser would be the girl who’s so miserable on a Saturday night that she has to cruise her ex-boyfriend for kicks. Talk about pathetic!”

“You fucking bitch!” With that Pam flew at Cheryl Lynn. Craaaack! She slapped Cheryl Lynn full across the face.

“Now wait a minute!” Chuck yelped as he moved towards the pair but was stopped in his tracks as Cheryl Lynn held up her hand authoritatively. ‘It’s okay, Chuck,” she said softly. She looked down at Cheryl Lynn and smiled. “Okay little girl, you’ve had your fun, so run along home before you get hurt.”

“I’ll hurt you,” Pam yelled and she grabbed a hunk of Cheryl Lynn’s hair. Chuck moved again to separate them, but Cheryl Lynn barked out, “Stay out of this Chuck! Let me handle this.”

Cheryl Lynn reached up and grabbed one of Pam’s fingers and twisted it back, forcing Pam to release the hold she had on her hair. She pushed Pam back lightly, and said with a smile, “Last chance to go home in one piece.”

“Fuck you!” Pam snarled and she swung a closed fist towards Cheryl Lynn’s head. Cheryl Lynn easily sidestepped the punch and backhanded Pam halfway across the room. Pam fell to her hands and knees and shook her head groggily. Cheryl Lynn slid out of her sandals, and quickly slipped off her skirt and top. Chuck’s mouth went dry at the sight of her magnificent body. She wore a yellow lace bra and thong set that showed off her bountiful curves. The bra seemed to barely contain her massive mammaries and her ass rose like two halves of a watermelon from the back strip of the thong. She strode over to where Pam still rested on her hands and knees and reached down and grabbed two fistfuls of hair to drag Pam back to her feet.

“Someone needs to teach you some manners,’ she said cheerfully, then she raised her knee and nailed Pam right in the crotch. Pam dropped like a stone, clutching her wounded privates and rolling around and moaning. Cheryl Lynn looked up at Chuck and smiled her angelic smile. “Have a seat lover, this is gonna take a while.” Chuck backed up until his legs hit the couch, he was unwilling to take his eyes off the scene unfolding before him for a moment.

Cheryl Lynn reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Pam up to her feet again. She wrapped her hand around the back of her neck and began to run across the length of the large living room. Just before she reached the wall she stopped short, but flung Pam headfirst into the wall. Pam bounced off the wall and back into Cheryl Lynn, who easily caught her, wrapped her arms around her waist and lifted her into a bearhug.

“Aaaagh!” Pam wailed as she tried in vain to escape the arms that crushed her tiny body. Cheryl Lynn’s breasts engulfed the chest of the smaller girl, and she leaned back as she squeezed the breath out of the kicking and squealing ex-girlfriend. When Pam began to whimper she loosened her grip and let Pam slide down her body to her feet. She took Pam by her right arm and twisted it up behind her back in a chickenwing. She pulled up on the arm until Pam was dancing on her tiptoes from the pain. Pushing Pam ahead of her, Cheryl Lynn moved to stand before Chuck.

“So are you ready to apologize to this man?” Cheryl Lynn asked. “Apologize? What are you fucking nuts?” Pam sputtered. ‘Wrong answer, “ Cheryl Lynn sang out as she punched Pam dead in the center of her spine. From this close Chuck could tell that the punch really hurt Pam. Her back bent and her belly stretched forward as her eyes rolled up into her head. She had tears in her eyes and a small trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth. Pam fell to her knees. Cheryl Lynn crossed her arms and grabbed Pam’s arms, crossing them in front of her, then put her foot on the spot she had just punched and pulled back. Pam was in excruciating pain, her back being bent, her shoulder strained as her own arms choked her. Cheryl Lynn released the hold and Pam pitched face forward practically into Chuck’s crotch.

“Bet you didn’t get much of that when you were dating her,” Cheryl Lynn joked as she hauled Pam to her feet again. She dragged her away from the couch, scooped her up and slammed her back over an ottoman that sat in front of an easy chair a few feet away. Pam’s scream was cut short as Cheryl Lynn quickly jumped up and slammed her joined fists into Pam’s midsection. “Oof!” Pam huffed, her body curling up instinctively. Cheryl Lynn straddled her body and began raining punches on her stomach and breasts. Pam’s limbs jerked weakly with each punch. Not satisfied, Cheryl Lynn ripped off Pam’s top, exposing her small pert breasts. She reached down and squeezed her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Pam’s head shook back and forth violently as she tried to protest this new torture. Cheryl Lynn pulled Pam up by her nipples until her back was arched and a high-pitched whimper came from her lips. She stood slightly, then let Pam’s body drop back to the ottoman. Her hands formed into fists and she sat down hard onto Pam’s prone form and pounded her breasts flat.

Pam no longer knew where she was; all she wanted was for the pain to stop. Cheryl Lynn got off of Pam and Pam rolled off the ottoman onto the floor. Cheryl Lynn walked over to the bar and picked up her glass of wine and sipped from it. “All this work is making me thirsty!” she said jokingly to Chuck.

Chuck was hard as a rock as he watched Cheryl Lynn dominate and destroy Pam. He was having a hard time reconciling this brutal woman killer with the sweet angelic girl he’d been out with. But he was too turned on to really care.

Pam had haltingly gotten up to her hands and knees, then pushed herself up into a kneeling position.

“You’re still awake? Well, then we aren’t finished here are we?’ Cheryl Lynn said merrily. She walked over to Pam and placed her hand under her chin, forcing her head back, then she stepped over Pam’s shoulders and locked her into an inverted standing leg scissors. Pam faced the ceiling, her back bent at an unnatural angle, her head squeezed in a vise more powerful than she knew existed. Her hands clawed feebly at the thighs that held her. Cheryl Lynn reached up and caressed her own nipples through the yellow satin, seemingly oblivious to the girl growing weaker between her mighty thighs. Cheryl Lynn reached around behind her back, then looked at Chuck and gave him another one of those angelic smiles. “Should I take this off?” she asked. Chuck could only nod mutely. Cheryl Lynn’s smile grew positively transcendent. She unhooked her bra from the back and slowly slid the straps over her arms. Chuck hardly knew where to look – at the massive globes exposed to his view or the sight of Pam’s hands slowly sliding down Cheryl Lynn’s legs to hang limply at her sides. Cheryl Lynn lifted one big nipple to her lips and licked it. “I can’t wait for you to taste these, lover. But first I have to finish taking out the trash.”

Cheryl Lynn opened her thighs and Pam fell in a disheveled heap to the floor. Her face was a mess, mascara and lipstick smeared and bleary. Her tits and stomach were reddened and pale skin showed signs of developing bruises. She lay nearly motionless, then raised her arm weakly and put it over her face.

“Not quite done with you yet, little girl.” Cheryl Lynn said. She reached for Pam’s leg and turned her over onto her face and dragged her across the berber carpet. Pam could barely protest, she was in so much pain. Cheryl Lynn turned her onto her back again and straddled her stomach facing her legs. She undid the button on Pam’s tight shorts and slid then down over her legs, leaving her naked except for a tiny blue G-string. She stood and reached for Pam’s hair once again, hauling her up although she could barely stand. Then she bent and lifted her onto her shoulder into a backbreaker. One hand dug clawlike into Pam’s already abused pussy and the other covered her mouth. Pam’s hair hung messily in her face as her back bent into a “C” shape. Cheryl carried her over to the ottoman and climbed up on it, then jumped to the floor with Pam still on her shoulders. Pam’s body twitched and flailed and a muffled scream came from beneath Cheryl Lynn’s hand.

“Oh, come on, that didn’t hurt. That was only about 18 inches, “ Cheryl Lynn teased. The double doors to the dining room were directly across from the couch and open. Cheryl Lynn calmly walked into the dining room and clambered onto a chair and then the table. All with Pam on her shoulder like a sack of meat. She stood at the edge of the table and pulled down on Pam’s head and crotch with all her might then jumped up and landed on the floor. Pam’s body jerked twice then bent even further till she was almost an inverted “V” over her persecutor’s shoulder.

Cheryl Lynn walked back into the living room and stood in the center f the room with Pam still draped over her shoulder. She began to let Pam’s body slide backwards over her shoulder and reached both arms back and caught her in a reverse chinhold. Pam’s neck was still stretched over Cheryl Lynn’s shoulder, but the rest of her body hung inertly behind, her feet several inches from the floor. Then she dropped her into a boneless heap.

Chuck was awestruck. Pam was the meanest woman he had ever met, but she had been totally controlled and abused by this woman with the sweet smile. He started to rise, but Cheryl Lynn raised her hand again. He waited to see what was next. What more could she possibly do to her?

Cheryl Lynn sat down on the floor and pulled Pam’s face up and into her cleavage. At the same time she wrapped her strong legs around her waist, putting into a combination breast smother/body scissors. Pam’s body shuddered from lack of oxygen. Cheryl Lynn let up the pressure and pulled Pam’s face up and let her get some air. “So,” Cheryl Lynn said softly. “Are you ready to apologize?”

Pam’s voice hitched as she gulped in air. “ I – I- I’m sorry,” she said quickly.

“What are you sorry for?”

“Umm, I’m, I’m sorry for…”

“Too late!” Cheryl Lynn cried out gaily as she pulled Pam’s face back into her huge breasts and squeezed her midsection between her strong legs. When Pam’s body began to shudder again, she lifted Pam’s face up again.

‘I’m sorry I was rude to Chuck!” Pam wheezed immediately.

‘Very good! And what else?”

“I’m sorry I called you a fat cow!”

“Excellent. Now you have to do some penance. Suck it!” Cheryl Lynn ordered, thrusting her big tit into Pam’s open mouth. Pam’s eyes grew wide, but she began to obediently suck and lick Cheryl Lynn’s enormous melons. Cheryl Lynn seemed to be enjoying the attention but after about five minutes, she stood and dragged Pam by her hair to where Chuck still sat on the couch.

“Come on lover, why don’t you show us the big boy?” Cheryl Lynn said playfully. Chuck unzipped and pulled out his throbbing, hard meat. Pam looked reluctantly up at Cheryl Lynn and Cheryl Lynn gave her a nudge with her knee. Pam submissively bent and wrapped her lips around Chuck’s cock. When they were dating, this was something she had always refused to do. The combined turn-on of having watched this incredible domination scene and his evil ex sucking his cock was too much for Chuck and he shot his load after just a few strokes. Pam tried to rear back when she realized Chuck was cumming, but Cheryl Lynn held her face down so that she got it right in the face.

“All right little girl, time to go nighty-nite!’ Cheryl Lynn exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around Pam’s head, executing a perfect sleeper hold. Pam’s arms grew heavy and in less than a minute she was out cold. Cheryl Lynn released her and let her slump to the floor. She retrieved Pam’s car keys from her shorts, then hoisted the destroyed girl up into her arms. ‘Get the door would you, lover?” Chuck jumped up to open the front door then watched as Cheryl Lynn dumped Pam on the hood of her car and rammed her car keys up her cunt. As Cheryl Lynn marched back to the house, Chuck’s cock was once again hard as a rock. Cheryl Lynn stroked it a she passed him in the doorway and said with a smile, “Now where were we?”