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?”