Meet Allyson

Months Earlier…

James had something good in Paige, and he knew it. She was loyal to him, dedicated to him. Sometimes, he thought she even loved him, and he rewarded that love with rough sex and degradation, just like she liked. Sometimes, he felt they stood on equal footing. Sometimes, she pushed back with a playful grin, but his dick always settled the matter. James was the queen, and Paige was quickly becoming his dedicated and very satisfied queen.

This was **** for James, though, and while he enjoyed the fringe benefits, he was not contented with her. He had already made it clear that Paige was just one small part of a larger plan meant to punish Kendall and Jackson both. To that end, he picked his next target and decided to make himself be known.

James had met Allyson only a few times before. She had come over to study with Kendall, and she had left early after she caught James leering at her enormous breasts. At the time, James had never seen anything like them. He was a normal man about to be stolen from, and though he was just as angry, he wasn’t equipped to do anything about it. Now, James could do to Allyson all the things he wanted to do to her before.

Kendall didn’t make friends easily. She was an exacting person, demanding and expecting of perfection. James never stood a chance, and she didn’t pretend that he did. They fought all the time. When she brought a friend home, James was surprised but he didn’t expect it to last long. Kendall was lonely, though, and she was frightened. Looking back, James realized that she was just building her escape route.

Before she left, James had kept Kendall through isolation. Like most abusers, his threats of physical **** only worked so long. After a time, one beating just led to another, and they became a blur. Escalation threatened to bring it all apart, because their small town would allow some ****, but everyone drew the line somewhere. He wanted to keep her, not break her.

James used isolation after that. It wasn’t hard to do. Kendall’s already demanding personality kept people at bay, and her past traumas kept her closed off. Already having a daughter closed her off from her peers, giving her responsibilities they didn’t understand and keeping her busy and trapped. All James had to do was apply pressure and add a baby. With two children and James there to threaten her, he thought she would have no easy way out.

Then, she brought Allyson home one day, and everything changed. For James now, it was just as much about **** as isolation. This time, however, he wanted to isolate her from the outside in. Using his big cock and the power that came with it, he planned to take away all of her allies, to make her alone with Jackson before he came in and punished her for her sins. He planned to fuck Allyson into submission, to punish her with his cock just like he would someday punish Kendall, and to use them both for his pleasure when he later got the chance.

Kendall had taken everything from James, and so James would take her life away from her as restitution.

James pulled his truck up to the small apartment complex where Allyson lived. He knew it from following Kendall there. It was small and brown with little to recommend it, but their town was small and brown, too. There weren’t many options for tutors and students. As he eyed her door, James wondered if Allyson would remember him. Kendall was deeply ashamed of every part of him and hid him from the world just as much as he hid her.

From his memory of her, Allyson is a beautiful woman with dark hair, bright blue eyes, and thick curves. She has freckles across her face and her fair skin and a curvaceous figure which seemed to draw James’ eyes the one time he saw her. He remembers her breasts, in particular, were impossibly huge, well-suited to match his own enormous organ. At the time, she had worn a lowcut blue top with a dark blue cardigan over it, and after catching him staring, she pulled the cardigan over her bosom to hide herself from him.

Allyson was thicker than Paige and Kendall both, but those curves were exciting to James, who was eager to see how supple she really was. He climbed from his truck and went to her door with his heart racing. Inside, she was waiting for him, though she had no idea that today would be the beginning of an entirely new chapter of her life.

For her own part, Allyson was busy studying. She, like Kendall, was finishing college. Unlike Kendall, she was a few years older and a few years behind. Allyson was never a very good student. She was organized and hardworking, but she didn’t have the brain for it. That was how she met Kendall, and that is what they bonded over. She and Kendal would get together to study, and they often did it at Allyson’s apartment after the leers that James had given her.

When Kendall had been **** to leave, Allyson was quick to help her. James made Allyson uncomfortable, and she had only spent an hour or so in a house with him. She couldn’t imagine living alone with him or raising children with him. Allyson liked Kendall, and she saw a way to elevate herself by playing the rescuer. She did the same when she introduced Kendall to Jackson, viewing herself as matchmaker. Allyson liked intervening in people’s lives. She liked to feel like she was doing something good with her time.

She was in the middle of her work when she heard a knock at her door. She checked her phone to see if her boyfriend had text her, but he had not, so she stood from her desk reluctantly and went to answer the door. It was her day off from work, but her apartment was snug despite the cold weather outside. She wore a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans. They didn’t accentuate her curves, but with a body like hers it was hard to hide them. Her breasts seemed to bounce when she breathed, so she swore that each step threatened to knock a tooth out.

When she answered the door and found James waiting, she went wide-eyed. The move had been harrowing and done as quickly as possible for fear of him returning. Even with Jackson and Allyson’s own boyfriend there, Kendall had been terrified of this big man returning, and standing before him now, Allyson could see why. She didn’t remember him being so big when she saw him last, but then, he had been sitting down.

She swallowed the fear in her gut to manage a soft, squeaking, “James?”

James gave a crooked smile in return, and it didn’t show in his eyes as he filled her doorframe. “Hey there, slut. Glad to see you remembered me.” He entered her apartment with a slap across her cheek and then dragged her away from the door by the hair. The blow had knocked her silent and left a big, red handprint across her face. Throwing her to the floor, James closed the door behind him and locked it for good measure. Then, he stood over her leering.

Paige and Kendall were both tall women, though they were short relative to him. Allyson was short relative to almost anyone in the room. Her height made her curves more dramatic but also gave her a boxy, almost fat sort of appearance when she was fully dressed. On the floor, holding her cheek, however, she only looked powerless.

James stuffed his hands into his pockets and frowned. “I guess you know why I’m here?”

Allyson scrambled back while staring at him, her body shaking with fear. Her apartment wasn’t very big, and James was in front of the only exit. There were two more doorways which she could duck into and hide, but the one nearest to her was the kitchen, and it didn’t have a door. James stood in front of the bedroom door, blocking it with his big, imposing frame.

He took a step closer, and she looked at him. “Stop! I don’t…I don’t know why you’re here. I have no idea! Please!”

James grinned down at her, but his expression didn’t soften. It was a baboon’s grin. He enjoyed her fear, and though he knew little about how he could make women obey, his success with Paige gave him confidence that he could figure Allyson out. “Then I’ll tell you,” he said, and he caught her by the legs and dragged her to him.

He dragged Allyson to the couch and then used her hair to lift her to her knees. There, he threw her onto the couch. She landed heavily, her big butt pointed at him, and as she turned, James straddled her and pinned her to the couch with his legs parted around her womanly torso. “I’m here to get what I’m owed,” he said, and with a growl in his voice, he added, “And I’ll get it by **** if I have to!”

Allyson stammered, a deer in the headlights. She had remembered everything Kendall told her about James, and though she had thought him a creep, she couldn’t imagine even half of it to be true. Staring up into his cold, hateful eyes, her cheek still stinging from the impact of his rough hand, Allyson realized a harsh and guilt-inducing truth—every word of it had been honest.

Still stammering, Allyson echoed him absently until she is smacked into silence. “What you are owed? James, I don’t—Ow!”

His big hand quieted her and left her cheek red. Straddling her, he hooked his fingers in her blouse and ripped it open with a tug. He held her in place by the shoulder with his free hand and, as her blouse came open, he stared, ignoring her shouts of pain as he removed the fabric from her torso. Her big breasts swayed and bounced, jiggling hypnotically as he stripped her by ****. “You don’t know my ass,” he growled, and he stood over her with a grin. “That’s fine. You’ll learn soon enough.”

Towering over her and laughing he removed his belt and undid his pants while she watched him in fascinated fright. She wanted to flee, to fight him, but the sting in her cheek kept her still, and the threat of further **** kept her quiet. When his pants came over, however, she felt a tickle of want and a hint of arousal behind it as she spied him through his briefs. James was more than she expected, more than she thought possible, and when his briefs came down, she was left speechless.

Allyson dated a boy named James as well, a James Creek. He was a big man, a bit oafish, with glasses and a fat body. He was not attractive, but he was loyal and good, and though she did not enjoy the sex she had with him, she did have sex with him. He, like every man she had been with, had not been quite good enough for her but had been good enough for her to control. This James was not someone she could control. She knew that before, and she had the thought cemented into her brain as she eyed his gargantuan cock.

Though not fully erect, James remained impossibly large and thick by Allyson’s standards, and as he came to straddle her, he slapped dick down against her exposed, undulating cleavage. Staring down at him, Allyson was struck by how well his dick’s size matched her own endowments and felt a grin teasing at her lips, though she withheld it. Staring up at him, she felt awed and afraid until he repositioned himself and brought his dick down across her face.

His length obscured her vision, blocking one eye and leaving only one more to stare up at him. Though his dick was warm and pungent across her face, she felt nothing but cold hatred in his stare. He smiled at her like a wild animal, threatening to break her and consume her for his nourishment. She was powerless, and in that powerlessness, she began to feel the tide turning. The waterline receded as a tidal wave of primal, animal arousal came hurtling toward her.

James frowned at her. “You and your faggot little boyfriend were there helping when Kendall moved out, weren’t you? You helped her pack up everything I had, everything I owned with her, my entire god damn fucking life. You helped her take my girls, my fucking daughters, and run away to start a new life and play house with some fucking cuck.”

Realizing his hurt, and realizing her sin, Allyson didn’t feel guilt but fear. It was a bulwark against the coming storm, but she knew that it would not be enough to stop it. “James,” she said quickly. “We didn’t know. I didn’t know. She didn’t tell anyone that she would start dating Jackson right away, and she used to tell us these awful…”

Another smack and silence afterward. This time, James used his dick to quiet her, and the sudden degradation of it was offset by the arousal which was sweeping over her. It hurt, but the pain it caused her only served to swell the storm, not to stop it. Finally, afterward, it hit, and Allyson had her first orgasm with him. It was small comparative to what would come, to what he promised, but it was the downpour she feared. From there, everything would change.

With James at rest against her face, Allyson found her feeling slowly shifting. Every breath she took smelled like him, a powerful, suffocating scent that burned her nostrils without being unpleasant. She struggled against it, choked against it, coughed as his powerful, masculine musk filled her head and her lungs. Each breath found a new, pulsing, burning wave of arousal spreading through her. Even as she stared him in his cold blue eyes, Allyson found herself weak and wanting in his presence, and while she would not be a willing participant in her own ****, she wouldn’t resist him, either.

With her blouse open and her large, pale breasts exposed, James was free to grope her. He grabbed her right breast with one of his big, rough hands, squeezing it hard through her bra. He had a workman’s hands, roughened from years of work on cars, and though he pawed at her carelessly like a wild animal, Allyson was astonished to find how well her breast fit to his palm. No one could hold her like that, not even her boyfriend.

“Shit,” James laughed, and he reached out to smack her other breast with his free hand. Allyson winced and moaned in response. “I ain’t never seen tits this big before, except in porn. The fuck you wearing?”

Allyson panted. His dick was warm against her face, and her breasts throbbed from the contact. He was hurting her, but the pain was subtle, buried behind an encroaching and consuming pleasure. “EE,” she whispered in response.

Caught off guard, James laughs loud and reaches back to smack her tit again as he swelled against. Growing fatter and longer, he rose slowly from her cheek, and Allyson stared at him in shocked arousal as he did. It seemed impossible that he could grow larger since he was already so big, but seeing was believing, and believing made her pussy ache. “Well damn,” he growled. “Looks like I got even more reason to fuck you, then.”

Repositioning himself, James lowered his briefs to show off his heavy balls as he stroked himself. He placed his testicles over her parted lips, his hair tickling her face as his pungent, musky aroma surrounded her again. She had grown accustomed to the smell until he **** it upon her, and as he nearly sat on her face, he stroked himself to his full length. “Now, you go ahead and put them pink lips to work and suck my balls.”

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