DILYS 3




The following day Michael cancelled the few plans he had for the following
week. He was no longer obeying her solely because he wanted to please her but
because he was growing increasingly afraid of her. Every night after work
Michael would rush home, grab something to eat and quickly shower, so that he
would be ready for her if she should turn up. He was determined to give her no
reason to be annoyed at him and to show that he could make her happy. He was
half terrified of her and half in love with her, but the end result was the
same, he was determined to please her.

It was exactly one week later when Dilys appeared. Michael was washing some
dishes, when she walked in through the unlocked door, and headed straight
through to the living room without a word. Drying his hands on a dish towel
Michael hurried after her. Can I get you anything Goddess", he asked as he
entered the living room. "Strip", Dilys commanded. She was standing in the
middle of the room wearing a long black rain coat, her hands were on her hips
and it was clear from the look on her face that she would tolerate no
defiance. "Of course Goddess", Michael responded as he pulled his t-shirt off
and began to unbutton his jeans. Dilys watched him in silence until he had
removed everything bar his boxer shorts. "That's fine", she said, slowly
unbuttoning her coat "you can keep your boxers on...............for now".

"Oh my god" Michael gasped as Dilys removed her coat and let it fall to the
ground. She stood before him wearing black shoes with a 4 inch heel, black
opaque tights and a black thong backed leotard with long sleeves. Michael
slowly sank to his knees in awe at the sight of her. He knew she was beautiful
with an amazing body, but seeing it fully exposed like this, he suddenly
realised that he was staring at pure physical perfection. Her body was
incredibly toned and muscular whilst being almost impossibly feminine and
curvaceous. Her shoulders were broad and her arms muscular and toned, her firm
round breasts were stretching the skin tight lycra to breaking point and her
large engorged nipples looked as though they were about to rip clean through
the fabric. Her thighs were large and powerful looking, her calves clearly
defined and solid, and combined with her slender waist and round muscular ass
she looked like the perfect combination of strength and sexuality. She stood
before him, her hands on her hips, feet slightly apart radiating power and
control. The sight of Dilys caused Michaels cock to instantly harden, a fact
that he couldn't hide due to wearing only his boxer shorts. Dilys was used to
such a reaction. She had yet to meet any man, or woman for that matter, that
could resist the sight of her incredible body. "Get up", she commanded,
looking down at Michael like he was an insect. "I am about to beat you to a
pulp", she continued as Michael climbed to his feet. "And I expect you to
fight back with everything you've got". "But Goddess, I wouldn't stand a
chance against you" Michael replied, "You're so strong, so powerful". "If you
put up a good fight then I will let you live, if I decide that you haven't
tried hard enough then I will kill you", Dilys continued as if Michael hadn't
spoken. "You are nothing to me, killing you would affect me no more than
killing an insect, and as I pointed out last week, no-one would ever know, so
I suggest you try your best. Now if you want to live, you had better attack
me".

Michael stood there, his mind a swirl of emotions. He loved this girl, how
could he bring himself to hit her, yet there was no doubt in his mind that she
would carry out her threat if he didn't. And although he knew that he could in
no way compare to her to hear her say that he was nothing but an insect after
all he had done for her made him so angry. So in the end his fear of her and a
desire to prove his worth was what propelled him towards her. He lashed out
with his left arm, but Dilys easily side stepped the blow, before responding
with a powerful backhand to his face. Dilys moved so fast that Michael was
unaware of what was happening until he found himself spinning to the ground, a
stinging pain on his right cheek. He leapt to his feet and threw another punch
at where he guessed she would be, but Dilys had moved inside his blow and
drove her knee into his stomach. As he doubled over winded, she swept his legs
from him and sent him crashing back to the ground. "Is that the best you can
do", she taunted, stepping back and allowing him to get to his feet. Michael
bent his head and charged at her in an attempt to knock her over. Dilys turned
her body and using his own momentum send him flying over her hip. She was
growing bored of his ineffectual attempts to hurt her and decided to go on the
offensive. She grabbed the back of Michaels neck and pulled him to his feet,
pushing him violently against wall. Before he could react she unleashed a
flurry of punches at his face. Michael raised his arms to protect himself and
she started to pound away at his stomach. Within a few seconds Michael was
lying on the floor desperately gasping for breath. Dilys stood over him, her
hands on her hips, as he attempted to get to his feet. "Jesus, you really are
pathetic, now hit me, weakling" she commanded. Having struggled to one knee
Michael put everything he had into a punch at her stomach. But in his weakened
condition there was no chance of Michael causing any damage to Dilys' solid
gym toned abs. She didn't even flinch as his fist simply bounced off her
stomach causing Michael to gasp in pain, as though he had just punched solid
rock. It was clear from Michael's expression that she had already broken him
mentally with her overwhelming display of power and strength, all that was
left was to break him physically. "Now for the real fun", she growled, as she
reached down and pulled him to his feet as if he were weightless. For the next
15 minutes the sadistic teen punched, kicked and tossed Michael around the
room as if he were a rag doll, all the time telling him how weak and pathetic
he was, while he begged for mercy. Both of his eyes were swollen, his nose and
jaw were both broken and his body was rapidly turning into one large bruise.
He lay on the ground whimpering at Dilys' feet. "Please......no more" he
sobbed "I'll do anything...please stop...I...I can't take anymore". Dilys
kicked him over onto his back and placed a black stocking soled foot onto his
throat, whilst he continued to beg. "Why are you doing this?" he sniveled,
"why me...you knew I didn't stand a chance against you". Of course you never
stood a chance, I started Karate when I was seven, Judo when I was nine. At
thirteen with a black belt in both, I began kick boxing. I work out every day,
and it's a workout that would leave most athletes gasping for breath. I spar
twice a week, and now hold black belts in four different martial arts. I
realised a long time ago that I enjoyed dominating those around me, and the
easiest way to dominate people is to make them afraid of you. And the stronger
you are physically the easier it is to make people fear you. All that working
out does wonders for my figure also, which gives me even more control over
people. You know no-one has ever been able to resist my body. No matter how
badly I treat people they just can't stop themselves from lusting after me.
When most girls were reading magazines and practicing dance moves, I was
reading books on psychology and practicing hypnosis. I have spent years honing
my abilities in an effort to increase my dominance over others, until I have
complete control over them, physically, mentally and sexually. No-one can stop
me from doing whatever I please, and any who dare oppose me soon find
themselves kneeling at my feet in abject worship.

Reaching down Dilys pulled Michael into an upright sitting position and then
sat down behind him. She wrapped her legs around his midsection and put her
lips close to his ear. "Lets get rid of these now", she whispered reaching
round and grabbing Michaels boxer shorts. With another impressive display of
strength she ripped them apart as if they were made of tissue paper. Even
though he was in agony, and terrified of what she was going to do to him he
began to become aroused. He could feel her soft round breasts against his
back, and the warmth of her powerful thighs wrapped around him felt so good
that within seconds he was fully erect. "See, you do like me" she teased
"kissing his neck and shoulders" and stroking his now erect member. She began
to rub his now throbbing cock between her feet, whilst at the same time
tightening her scissors grip on him. Michael grabbed at her thighs, trying to
relieve the growing pressure on his ribs, but his strength was no match for
hers. He could only sit there helplessly, sobbing and begging her to stop,
while she continued to increase her grip. "Make me stop", she breathed
seductively, "I can't", Michael sobbed "you're to strong, to powerful.....oh
god......please stop....you're killing me...I can't take any more.
"Unfortunately", Dilys replied "You have no choice but to bear it". With that,
she suddenly flexed her thigh muscles, causing him to scream in agony as he
felt several of his ribs snap. She loosened her grip slightly, "I know you
enjoy this", she said "No...No I don't" Michael shouted "O god, I wish I was
dead". "Well if you're not enjoying it", Dilys laughed, "how do you explain
the fact that you are about to have an orgasm. Michael looked up at his groin
and realised to his surprise that he was harder than he had ever been. Dilys
increased the tempo of her feet against his shaft and began to slowly tighten
her thighs again. The feeling of those amazing silky smooth legs slowly
turning to steel around his body, and her hot breath against his ear was
proving to be incredibly erotic. He suddenly realised that despite her
crushing grip on him and the pain from his broken ribs he was rapidly
approaching an orgasm. Dilys smiled as she heard him moan with a mixture of
pleasure and pain. His entire body was trembling with both fear and desire,
his emotions were completely torn between 2 opposites. He was whimpering now,
tears streaming down his swollen and battered face, as his mind tried to
process all the sensations that she was forcing his body to endure. She forced
his head down and gave another mighty flex of her lethal thighs, breaking more
ribs as she triggered his orgasm. Michael screamed in both pleasure and pain
as his face was covered in what seemed like gallons of his own hot cum.

Dilys released her grip on him, but Michael was to weak to hold himself up. He
fell backwards to the ground, and Dilys climbed onto his chest, straddling
him. He looked up at her through swollen eyes, sticky with blood and semen,
trying to make sense of what had just happened to him, how such intense pain
and pleasure could occur simultaneously. Dilys could feel him trembling
beneath her, his every breath causing him agony as his broken ribs moved. She
raised her arms and ran her hands through her hair, causing her biceps to
swell and harden, stretching the material of her top. She took a deep breath
and pulled her shoulders back so that her chest expanded even further. Through
half shut eyes Michael watched her erotic display with growing arousal.. "Who
is your Goddess?" she whispered "you are", he croaked. "You should be happy",
she smiled, I enjoyed destroying your weak little body, and isn't my enjoyment
all that matters". "Of course Goddess", Michael replied without hesitation, "I
am glad you have given me the opportunity to sacrifice my life for your
pleasure". She gave a small laugh "oh don't be so mellow dramatic, I have no
intention of ending your pathetic life yet". She reached behind her and took
hold of his rising organ, "why would I want to kill someone who so obviously
worships my every move". Michael couldn't believe how erotic this woman was,
there was no way he should have been hard again so quickly, yet she seemed to
have almost complete control of his body. She began to expertly pump his now
fully erect cock, staring at him all the while. "Please don't hurt me",
Michael begged, as he unconsciously began to run his hands over her thighs.
Doesn't it feel nice?" Dilys asked innocently, as she squeezed his shaft a
little harder, eliciting a sharp gasp of arousal from him. "Y...yes, It....it
feels incredible, but.....oh god, please no..." he pleaded, as he remembered
the unbelievable pain that had resulted from his last orgasm, as she had
snapped his ribs like kindling. "Do you like the feel of my thighs?" she asked
drawing his gaze to them. "Yes", Michael answered. "You don't think there to
big, to muscular?" "No...they're perfect" he responded giving them a squeeze
and marveling at their hardness "so strong, so powerful". "And you like that,
even though I used their strength and power to crush and break you", she asked
"I...I", he stammered, as he tried to resolve the feeling he had about her
awesome thighs. "Would you like me to stop?" Dilys asked as she sensed his
orgasm approaching. "No........yes......I......I...I don't know" Michael
gasped, as he burst into tears "Please I'll do anything please". "Please
what?" Dilys hissed, rubbing her finger down his cheek, before placing it in
her mouth and erotically sucking his salty tears from it "you'll do anything
for what?" "O god, I don't know" Michael cried out as his body stiffened "I
don't know". Dilys gave a cruel smile as she felt his shaft spasm and looked
over her shoulder to watch him ejaculate for the second time in as many
minutes.

She stood up and looked down at his battered and beaten body impassively as he
lay beneath her, sobbing silently. His face was a swollen mess, covered in dry
blood and semen. There was barely a patch of skin on his body that wasn't
bruised, and semen dripped from his thighs and stomach. She could see the
broken ribs under his skin, his swollen eyes and broken nose and knew he must
be in terrible pain. "Your injuries aren't too serious", she spoke "a week of
bed rest and you'll be fine, I didn't want to leave you with any permanent
damage". "Thank you Goddess", Michael murmured, slipping into unconsciousness,
as she collected her coat and shoes.

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