DILYS 5




The next morning Michael awoke early. He has only slept fitfully, his dreams
both erotic and terrifying. If Dilys was picking him up then she must be
taking him somewhere, but where, and what did she plan on doing when they got
there. He felt as though it was a great honour that she would take him
anywhere, she must have more planned than simply beating him senseless, which
she could do in his own home, as she had so easily proved. It seemed as though
their relationship was entering a new and exciting phase. Relationship, he
thought to himself. If he was classing being tortured by another person a
relationship he had serious issues. He showered, shaved and dressed, relieved
to see there was very little bruising from the previous night, although his
member still appeared a little swollen, and it ached whenever he had an
erection, which was pretty much every time he thought of Dilys, which was
pretty much constantly. He grabbed some breakfast although he felt sick with
worry about the coming day and was sitting waiting for Dilys at 8.30. At five
to nine Dilys came striding through his front door. "Good" she said "you're
ready." A cruel smile crossed her face. "Which is just as well because I don't
like being made to wait." "Let's go", she ordered as she turned and strode out
the door. Michael quickly followed behind her, marveling once again at her
incredible beauty. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt that barely
covered the cheeks of her ass, black knee high boots and a black leather
bustier. Outside his house was parked a black Jaguar XJ6, with a balding
middle aged man standing next to it. As they approached the car the man opened
the back door. "Get in" Dilys ordered. Michael climbed in and moved to the far
side as Dilys followed him, her skirt riding up to reveal a tiny black thong.
The man climbed into the driver's seat and they began to drive. He had
obviously been briefed as to where to go as Dilys never said a word to him.
After a few minutes silence, Dilys turned to Michael, fixing him with her
gaze. "The man driving this car was the first man I enslaved", she said. "He
was my father's business partner, until I persuaded him to sell his half of
the business to my dad. Of course I ensured that my dad paid a more than fair
price for it, and at the age of 17 I had 250 thousand pounds sitting in my
bank account. I then forced him to sell his house and give me the profit,
which gave me another 200 thousand pounds, but being a benevolent Goddess I
did spend fifty thousand on a nice little flat for him." All the time she was
speaking Dilys had slowly been rubbing her hand over Michael's bulging
erection and with her free hand she pulled down the top of her bustier to
reveal her awesome breasts. It was too much for Michael and he gave a loud
groan as he shot a load of cum into his trousers. "Suck them" Dilys demanded,
and Michael immediately leant forward and began sucking on her amazing tits,
running his hands up and down her incredibly muscular thighs. A few moments
later Dilys unzipped his trousers and began to slowly caress his rapidly
stiffening cock. She brought him to the verge of orgasm several times before
stopping, and then starting again. Michael had no idea how long this carried
on for, time seemed to stand still, he was aware of nothing but the utter
perfection of his Goddess's body. When Dilys did finally allow him to cum he
gave a scream of pleasure, shooting his load all over the inside of the car.
He was so caught up in the moment that he had failed to notice the car
stopping. Looking out the window he could see what appeared to be a large
mansion. "Welcome to my house" Dilys smiled as the driver opened the back door
and Dilys climbed out. Michael followed her and marveled not only at the size
of the house, but at the acres of land it was set in. His attention was soon
drawn back to Dilys though as she stepped out of her skirt and then removed
the bustier. If it had not been for the fact that only seconds ago he had
emptied what felt like gallons of cum the mere sight of Dilys' inhuman
perfection would have caused him to orgasm. The driver hadn't had such a
release though and Michael watched in awe as Dilys forced a violent orgasm
from him with nothing more than a glance. "Clean the car up", she ordered the
driver as she headed to the door of her mansion "I want it ready by this
afternoon".

Michael followed the stunning super teen into her house and was surprised to
see a man standing in the hallway wearing nothing but a pair of black silk
panties. "Good morning Goddess" he said as Dilys entered. The guy must have
been about six foot three and he was built like a tank. He clearly worked out,
his muscles were huge, and it was obvious from the massive bulge in his
underwear that he was well endowed. But for all his impressive size and
strength, it was clear from his demeanor that he was completely under Dilys'
spell. His erection was pushing obscenely against his underwear and he looked
like he was on the verge of an orgasm. Dilys lightly traced his manhood
through the trunks with her finger and he immediately came. "Thank you
Goddess", he gasped as he soaked the small amount of material covering him.
"Clean yourself up and get back to your duties", she barked, walking down the
corridor. Entering a large office Dilys ordered Michael to strip, as she leant
back against a large mahogany desk. Once he had removed all his clothes she
pointed to a black leather chair with chrome tubular armrests. "Sit" she
commanded. Michael took a seat, looking up nervously at the beautiful super
woman before him. Dilys walked towards him and straddled the chair, gently
placing his hands on her sleek muscular thighs. Her breasts were only inches
from his face, her groin hovering above his fully erect cock. "This is power"
she whispered, slowly flexing her thighs and pushing her legs together.
Michael could only stare in awe as he felt her thighs harden beneath his grip
and watched as the metal armrests began to yield to her incredible power,
slowly bending as if they were putty. It was all too much and he had yet
another involuntary orgasm as the metal deformed and bent inwards effectively
trapping him in the chair. "That's impossible", he gasped "how can you be so
strong?" Dilys gave a superior smile. "I am sure you have many questions, and
I will answer them when I return, in the meantime don't go anywhere" she
laughed before leaving the room.

After she had left Michael grabbed one of the armrests with both hands and
attempted to bend it back. He struggled for almost a minute but it refused to
budge even an inch and he soon gave up. He looked around the office. It was
expensively furnished, with a large desk behind which was a large expensive
looking office chair. There were two mahogany sideboards that looked expensive
and the carpet with thick and comfortable. There was also a leather couch and
a small mahogany coffee table. It was all very tasteful if someone Spartan,
but the chair he was in stood out, and he realized that its sole purpose was
to demonstrate her immense physical strength. Twenty minutes later Dilys
returned, wearing glossy tan tights and a plain black thong backed leotard.
She sat on the edge of the desk and placed her pantyhose clad foot over
Michael's crotch, smiling as he gasped in pleasure. "I'm sure you have a lot
of questions", she purred. "This house is yours?" Michael asked. Dilys nodded,
"and the driver and the man in the hallway, they are your slaves?" "Two of
them", Dilys replied. "How many slaves do you have?" Michael asked. "At the
moment about 30 or so, some in positions of authority, others such as Frank
whom you met in the hallway, simply as playthings." "But how....how can such a
young girl have so much power and control over others, how can you afford this
house?" "As I told you before", Dilys replied "from a very young age I have
devoted my life to developing my power over others. I was always a confident
and demanding child, with a natural instinct for getting my own way. I trained
my body to be able to physically dominate others, but I also realised that
true power was about more than mere physical intimidation. I studied the arts
of seduction, using my sexuality to bend others to my will, and advanced
psychological techniques, so that I could manipulate their thoughts. Even my
teachers would willingly do my homework for me, which was ironic because most
of the time my intelligence was far greater than theirs. I was 15 years old
when I began my seduction of John, my father's business partner. After a year
of teasing him he was completely in love with me. He couldn't tell anyone of
course as I was just a young girl, but he divorced his wife and we began a
secret affair. A year later I made him sell his share of the engineering firm
he ran with my father and give me all the money. Now he lives to serves me in
any capacity I see fit and he has a small room in this house. Whilst I was
moulding John I also seduced the owner of a gym I used to go to. It started
off as a purely sexual thrill, but I thought it would be amusing to see if my
powers of seduction would work on his wife also. She worked as a fitness
instructor and I knew she was straight, but I also knew I could make her fall
for me. It wasn't long before they were both completely infatuated with me,
and they agreed to sign the business over to me, in return for being permitted
to serve me. As they take care of the running of the gym they live in a flat
attached to it which I now also own and I give them £100 a week living
expenses. All other profit comes to me, and it is an extremely profitable
business.

Michael stared in awe, amazed that at the age of 17 this girl had taken a
quarter of a million pounds from one man, a thriving business from another,
and reduced them to fawning servants. Dilys began to slowly rub her foot over
Michael's engorged member, causing him to moan in pleasure. "Don't look so
surprised", she smiled "as you are experiencing, I can be very persuasive. My
next conquests were two weight lifters from the same gym, identical twins,
which was what drew me to them. They gave up their jobs, sold all of their
possessions and then moved in with me as my housekeepers. If I am going to
have help around the house then they might as well be appealing to look at. I
also own 2 police sergeants. I bought a two bed roomed flat that they share
after making them sell their own homes. They give me their wages and I give
them £100 a week living expenses. To all intents and purposes they are two
work colleagues sharing a flat, but in reality they are my possessions.
Michael was struggling to focus as her foot brought him to the edge of a
mighty orgasm, but with a cruel smile Dilys stopped just before his release.
"Please", Michael gasped, his hips bucking in the air as far as the bent arms
of the chair would allow. "Beg me", she growled. "I beg you Goddess, please
let me cum, please, I'll do anything." Reveling in her control Dilys slowly
pressed her sole against his throbbing shaft, causing him to moan in pleasure
as came for her yet again. "In the last two years I have added a nightclub and
two pubs to my businesses, the previous owner runs them, and lives above the
club, but again all profits are mine. I also have a few ex soldiers I
enslaved, I use them for sparring practice and to look after the gardens etc
and my lawyer gives all his profits to me and ensures that I come before any
of his other clients. I decided to enslave my accountant and move him in here
also, and he takes care of my businesses, and then there is the police
commissioner." "The police commissioner" Michael gasped, shocked that her
influence extended so far. Dilys smiled "That's a tricky one though; he must
be seen to lead a normal life so he gets to keep his wife and home. She is
unaware that her husband is basically my property, but she is due an
unfortunate accident in the near future which should simplify things". "Why
don't you just enslave her?" Michael asked. Dilys gave a cruel smile, "She is
of no use to me", she replied matter of factly, "and forcing the commissioner
to watch while I kill his beloved wife, will serve to reinforce my
superiority".

Michael could only listen in awe, shocked at the extent of this young girls
power and control. "H.....have you actually killed people", he stammered,
mustering up the courage to ask what he had been wondering for weeks now.
Dilys raised one leg and placed her foot against Michaels throat. "Don't you
get it", she purred, curling her toes around his windpipe with enough force to
choke him, "slaughtering you pathetic wimps is my favourite past-time".
Michael grabbed at her leg, trying to pull her foot away as he gasped for air,
but Dilys was far too strong for him. "Don't bother wasting your energy", she
laughed, "I have spent the last two hours draining you, you're as weak as a
kitten, not that it would make any difference, your strength is no match for
mine". Dilys effortlessly kept up the choke hold until Michaels arms fell from
her leg and he passed out.

When Michael came round he noticed that the arms of the chair had been bent
back to their original position and there was a pair of black silk pants on
his lap. "Put them on", Dilys commanded "and then I shall give you a tour".
Michael glanced at his watch groggily and realised he had only been
unconscious for a few minutes, but the ease with which she had done it sent a
shiver of excitement through him. He pulled on the pants and was surprised at
how enjoyable the tight silky material felt against his crotch. He slowly got
to his feet and followed the stunning teen from the room. "Are you enjoying
the view?" Dilys asked without looking back. Michael swallowed nervously, he
couldn't take his eyes off her firm, round, thong clad ass, the sight of which
was causing his erection to stretch the thin material of his pants. "I'm sorry
Goddess", he stammered, "but your body is so perfect, so impossibly sexy, I
don't see how any man could resist staring at you". "They can't", she replied
matter of factly, walking into another room. This room was clearly a working
office; the walls were lined with filing cabinets, which were in turn topped
with folders and files. In the centre of the room was a desk and sitting
behind it was a man with a look of absolute terror in his eyes. "This is my
accountant he looks after all my businesses and investments, and ensures they
remain profitable". Michael could only assume from the accountant's lack of
interest in him that he was used to seeing sexually aroused men wearing
women's underwear accompanying the teenage Goddess. He walked round the desk,
looking visibly apprehensive. "The Trexol group called this morning", he
stammered, "they want to review some of the sale conditions". Dilys's eyes
narrowed, "I told you I wanted that signed off and pushed through by the end
of this week", she said, her voice low and threatening. "I...I'm sorry
Goddess, but they felt that some of the conditions were a bit steep" he
replied. He had barely finished the sentence when Dilys hit him with a
powerful backhand. The blow was so powerful that the accountant was spun
around before crashing to the floor. He rolled onto his back groaning, a thin
trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth. "I will deal with them
this afternoon", she growled placing her nylon clad foot on his face. "Thank
you Goddess", the accountant mumbled as he lavished her foot with kisses.
"Make sure everything is ready to be signed off first thing tomorrow", she
said, turning round and leaving the room.

Michael quickly followed wondering how she would convince this company to do
whatever it was she wanted in such a short space of time. He was beginning to
see how she could bend individuals to her will through a combination of fear
and desire, but a business with all its bureaucratic procedures was a
completely different proposition. Dilys led him down a flight of stairs into a
huge gym, with all the equipment you would expect to find in most professional
gyms. In one corner were several large mats making up a sparring area and
standing next to this were two well built but extremely terrified looking men
wearing nothing but black silk panties. Michael could only assume that while
he had been out cold she had ordered them to await her here. She ordered him
to sit in a chair next to the mats, "I think you'll enjoy this", she smiled as
she quickly handcuffed his hands behind his back. "Whenever you're ready
wimps", she laughed walking towards the two men. They hesitated for only a
second before they moved to attack her, one swinging a powerful punch at her
head while the other moved towards her. Dilys easily dodged the punch whilst
twisting out the way of the second attacker. He swung his arm out trying to
catch her as she twisted past, but she blocked the blow with her forearm,
whilst ducking under a second punch from her first opponent. For almost two
minutes the two men went at her with vicious looking punches and kicks, which
she effortlessly avoided or blocked, showing no signs of retaliation. The two
men obviously knew how to fight, but compared with the fluid graceful
movements of Dilys they looked like lumbering oafs. It was as if Dilys knew
what they were going to do even before they did. The two men eventually
realised that she was merely wearing them down and changed tactics. They
rushed her from both sides attempting to grab an arm each, as she stood with
her back to the wall. There was no room for Dilys to evade them but that was
okay as she had decided now was the time to fight back. As both men reached
for her Dilys'arms shot out, driving her fingers into their throats. Both men
immediately staggered back, clutching at their throats gasping for air. She
looked over at Michael with a cruel grin, "if you cum without my permission, I
will kill you", she threatened as she moved towards her first victim. Pushing
him back against the wall she unleashed a flurry of devastating punches and
kicks. After the first few blows the man was unable to stand but each
successful hit kept him pinned to the wall. After 30 seconds or so in which
Dilys must have hit him over 20 times, she stepped back and allowed his beaten
body to slump to the ground. She turned to her second victim who was still
struggling to breathe and powered her knee into his stomach. He folded in half
and Dilys pushed the back of his head down, forcing him onto his hands and
knees. In one swift movement Dilys straddled his body, turning to face Michael
as she did so and began to squeeze his torso between her thighs. Michael could
only stare in lust and terror at the absolute ease with which Dilys was
destroying these two trained soldiers. Dilys stood with her hands on her hips,
effortlessly holding her victim immobile and causing him terrible pain and
looked directly at Michael. Her piercing blue eyes bored into him and a cruel
smile spread across her face. She could sense his will crumbling beneath her
gaze, feel his fear and his desire as he stared at her dominant form. He was
shaking with lust, squirming uncomfortably as he tried to control the orgasm
his body was so desperate for. "Don't cum", little man, she warned him, her
voice low and threatening. In the end his fear of her won out over his lust
and he felt his need for release subside a little. A moment later Michael
could hear a serious of muffled cracks as the man's ribs began to break
between the crushing pressure of Dilys' thighs. The man screamed in agony,
before Dilys clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle his screams. "God you're
so weak" she purred, before releasing her crushing hold on him and letting him
collapse to the ground. She looked over at the bleeding wreckage of her first
victim, who was slumped against the wall groaning quietly. It was obvious that
her powerful blows had broken many of his ribs and from the way his mouth
looked she could see that his jaw was also seriously broken. She looked at the
barely conscious man between her legs and rolled him onto his back. "Fair's
fair", she said as she lifted his head up clamping it in place between her
muscular calves. She rose up onto her tip toes, causing him to moan in pain as
her calves bunched up and hardened around his jaw. Dilys began to flex her
calves, crushing his jaw between them until she heard the now familiar sound
of bone cracking. She dropped his head to the ground once more and strode over
to Michael. "If you puny wimps aren't both on your feet and against that wall
in two minutes I will rip your pathetic dicks off", she called over her
shoulder, before bending over Michael and brushing her amazing breasts against
his face. "Are you enjoying the show?" she purred. "My god, your incredible",
Michael groaned, "you destroyed those men so easily, you're unstoppable,
invincible...." Before he could say anymore Dilys engulfed his mouth with
hers. She kissed him for well over a minute before pulling back. "I still
haven't given you permission to cum yet" she reminded him, knowing that after
such a passionate kiss his desire for her was at truly epic proportions.
"Please Goddess", Michael begged, "I need it so badly, I don't think I can
take anymore. Your power, your control, your dominance is too much to resist."
"But you will resist wont you", she replied "because you will obey me without
thought or question, is that not right?" "I'm trying Goddess", he wailed.
"Well try harder", she commanded.

"Well done boys" Dilys laughed as she turned back to her two beaten victims,
"I'm impressed". Michael had to admire the resilience of the two ex soldiers.
Being able to stand albeit unsteadily after the punishment they had taken was
little short of miraculous, but then it was amazing what people could achieve
to please the dominant teen Goddess before them. Dilys walked over to them,
displaying her incredible strength yet again by simply ripping apart the top
of her leotard to display her spectacular breasts. "Thank me for destroying
your frail little bodies" she demanded. "Thank you for destroying our frail
little bodies" they replied in unison. With that Dilys took hold of the back
of their heads and lowered them to her breasts where they began to suck
eagerly on her steel hard nipples. She took a step forward trapping them
against her rock hard body and the wall and moved her hands down to their
crotches. With a quick tug she ripped their underwear off exposing their now
fully erect cocks and began to gently stroke them. Even though both men were
in immense physical pain and had been beaten and humiliated by the beautiful
teen, within seconds they showed their complete devotion to their Goddess,
their bodies shuddering as they orgasmed. Dilys took a step back, smiling at
the complete control she had over them. "Kneel worms", she commanded "and lick
me clean". Both men dropped to their knees and began to lick their cum from
her thighs, swallowing every drop without dissent. Satisfied that they had
completed their task Dilys pulled both men to their feet. She wrapped a
muscular arm around each of their necks, crushing them painfully against her
hard body in a headlock, a hand gently gripping each chin. "You have served me
well", she said, ignoring their cries of pain as she crushed their broken jaws
against her, "but your frail little bodies and pathetic fighting abilities
offer me no challenge, so I am afraid I have no further use for you". Dilys
turned to Michael and fixed him with her steely gaze, "Now you may cum", she
growled. Michael immediately exploded in a violent orgasm as she sharply
twisted both mens heads snapping their necks like twigs before tossing their
lifeless bodies aside as though they were rag dolls.

Dilys ripped the remains of her leotard off and walked over to Michael. "Did
you enjoy my little demonstration", she asked. Michael could only nod weakly;
he was exhausted, spent, both mentally and physically by what he had
witnessed. He had watched a beautiful teenage girl cruelly beat two men to
death simply for her own amusement and it had been the most erotic thing he
had ever seen. He knew he should feel revulsion at what had just happened, but
he didn't. She was a goddess and if she wanted to take another's life, then
who was he to judge her. Dilys ripped open her tights and sat down on Michaels
lap, impaling herself on his still hard shaft. Michael gave a moan of pleasure
as he slid inside her, as she lifted his head to gaze into his eyes. "What is
the point of your existence?" she whispered. "To serve you", Michael groaned,
"Who can stop me from doing whatever I please?", she continued "no-one"
Michael replied "you are unstoppable". For over an hour Dilys slowly rode
Michaels exhausted body, experiencing orgasm after orgasm, all the while
asking him such questions. Michael gazed at her as waves of pleasure washed
over him, praising her, worshiping her, promising himself and everything he
had to her. He felt so weak, so disconnected as though he were in a trance,
and yet so happy and relaxed. He was aware only of the sweet sexy voice of his
goddess and the utter perfection of her body. Nothing else mattered to him and
ever would again.

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