DILYS 4




The following day Michael called his work and told them he had been attacked
by a group of guys, and he would need a couple of weeks off work. He didn't
bother going to the hospital as he knew that the only cure was bed rest and
plenty of pain killers. He didn't leave the house for a week, due to a
combination of the pain and the sight of his face. He couldn't believe how
easily Dilys had destroyed him, or how easily she had been able to make him
cum, whilst inflicting such pain. He had toyed with the idea of going to the
police, but he was too embarrassed to admit what happened. He also believed
that if he did she would kill him and he wasn't sure that even the police
would be able to protect him. He had nightmares about the beating she had
given him, yet on several occasions he would wake from the most erotic dreams
about her to find the sheets soaked in his cum. He couldn't stop himself from
getting aroused at the very thought of her whilst being simultaneously
terrified. After a week, much of the swelling and bruising had died down, and
although his ribs still hurt he felt able to leave the house. It was after one
of these trips that he came home to find Dilys sitting on his sofa. She gave a
small smile as she saw the colour drain from his face. Michael started to
tremble uncontrollably, "please", he begged "please". Dilys stood up and
walked over to him. "Oh my poor baby, you really are terrified of me aren't
you? A mere teenage girl and just the sight of me has you shaking in terror."
"Please", Michael repeated as she gently took hold of his jaw and examined his
face, "please don't hurt me". Without realizing it tears were running down his
cheeks, and she tenderly wiped them away with her thumb. "Oh I will hurt you
again", she breathed," but not today. She ran a hand over his crotch feeling
his erection, reveling in her ability to arouse and terrify him in equal
measure. Michael gave a low moan of pleasure as she continued to stroke him
through his jeans until his body shuddered in orgasm. Dilys took his hand and
pulled him towards the sofa, where she sat down. "Kneel", she commanded.
Michael dropped to his knees before her as she reached under her dress,
pulling aside the tiny thong she wore. "Now, pleasure me", she ordered,
pulling his head down between her legs. Michael had never had a problem giving
oral sex and he completely committed himself to the task at hand. After 20
minutes or so, Dilys gave a low moan of pleasure, her thighs tightening
painfully around his head as he brought her to an intense orgasm. She finally
released her grip on his battered skull and he raised his head to look at her,
his face wet and glistening with her juices. "Well it looks like we have found
your talent", Dilys gasped, a satisfied smile on her face. Michaels face lit
up. Since his first meeting with her, this was the first time she had said
anything encouraging to him. "It was my pleasure Goddess, I hope you enjoyed
it". "It was fine for starters", she replied rising to her feet, "come with
me", she ordered and we will see if you are worth keeping.

Michael climbed to his feet and followed the dominant teen to his bedroom. She
ordered him to strip and smiled when she saw his recently drained organ
standing rigidly to attention. Without a word she kicked off her trainers and
then pulled her dress over her head – standing before him in nothing but a
black thong. Her body was perfect in every way, strong muscular legs rising to
a round firm ass which narrowed in to her thin waist and washboard stomach
before curving out again to her large, firm, gravity defying breasts. Her
shoulders were broad and her arms toned and sleek. Her skin was flawless,
smooth and creamy without any sign of blemish. She looked like a Goddess come
to life, strong and powerful, yet feminine and graceful, as though she had
been designed to appeal to mans basest, most carnal desires. Michael was so
completely overwhelmed by her seemingly inhuman perfection that he gave a soft
moan of pleasure as his cock twitched violently and he exploded in a mighty
orgasm. Dilys gave a mocking laugh, as the intensity of his ejaculation
brought him to his knees. She loved making men come simply by having them look
at her. Her body was so erotically perfect, her demeanor so powerfully
sensual, that she could force them to spill their seed without the slightest
physical stimulation. "Now we have that out the way you will hopefully last
long enough for me to get some pleasure from you", she mocked taking hold of
her thong and ripping it from her, to reveal her shaved sex. Michael could
only watch in amazement as she ripped apart her underwear as if it were made
of nothing more substantial than wet tissue paper. Although he had cum mere
moments ago, her small demonstration of power was more than enough to have him
stiffening with arousal once again. Before he could react Dilys roughly pulled
him to his feet and tossed him onto the bed as if he were a rag doll. She took
hold of his rapidly stiffening cock and with a few expert strokes brought him
to full hardness, before climbing on top of him and enveloping him in her
tight hot pussy. Michael cried out in ecstasy as she impaled herself on him,
but it soon became apparent that she had no interest in his pleasure. She
grabbed his head and forcefully rammed a rock hard nipple into his mouth.
Michael sucked as though his life depended on it, which it quite possibly did,
as Dilys bucked up and down on his shaft. At one point Dilys began to pummel
him with her immense tits. Michaels head rocked from side to side as she
battered his face left and right. It felt like he was being repeatedly punched
in the jaw and it occurred to him that she was beating him to a pulp with
nothing but the softest, most feminine part of her body. Several times she
pulled his head between those deadly mounds, waiting until he almost passed
out before letting him flop weakly back onto the bed. For over an hour she
battered and abused him, never letting up the pounding she was given his cock.
Michael could only lie beneath her, too weak to do anything other than endure
the torment. Here he was being fucked senseless by the most beautiful, erotic
woman he had ever met, but he was taking no enjoyment from it. But even
through his suffering Dilys' overpowering eroticism kept him hard. Twice he
found himself on the verge of orgasm, but sensing his impending release Dilys
slowed her thrusting and twisted herself in such a way that feeling soon
subsided. Her absolute control over his body was nothing short of inhuman.
After her fifth orgasm, Dilys finally released his aching shaft from its silky
prison. She pulled Michael upright, bending him forward until his face was
only inches from the tip of his member. Michael winced as he looked down at
his swollen, red manhood, it looked seriously bruised and he wondered if it
would ever work normally again. With one hand Dilys squeezed a nerve at the
back of his neck causing him to scream in pain, whilst with the other she
gently squeezed his erection just below the tip triggering his orgasm. Cum
filled his mouth before Dilys released her agonizing hold, and clamped his
mouth shut. "Swallow it my pet", she smiled "drink your own seed for me". With
no choice but to obey Michael swallowed the thick creamy liquid, and began to
sob uncontrollably. "Stop crying worm", she hissed, "you should be grateful
that I let you cum. I did toy with the idea of snapping your neck and ending
your pathetic life instead". Michael could tell from the cold emotionless look
in those piercing blue eyes that she was deadly serious. "And if you don't
pull yourself together", she said, grabbing him roughly by the throat "I may
still do it". The threat was enough to make Michael try and control himself.
"I'm sorry Goddess", he sniffed, "please don't kill me, I'll try harder,
please give me another chance", he begged as Dilys tightened her grip, choking
the life from him with horrific ease. Michael pawed at her wrist but even with
both his hands he could not move Dilys one. "I like listening to you beg", she
breathed, I will spare you for now, but I expect better next time". As she
spoke she continued to tighten her grip until Michael's hands fell from her
wrist and he slipped into blackness.

When Michael awoke an hour later there was a note lying on the bed next to
Dilys' ripped thong. "I have left you a present, I expect you to keep them
with you at all times." it read. Michael picked up the thong, still wet with
her juices and smiled. He turned back to the note "I will pick you up tomorrow
at 9am, be ready". He lay back, wondering what new horrors his dark Goddess
had planned for him and fell asleep still clutching her torn underwear.

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