Chapter 1: The story
Evening at Margo's luxurious penthouse. Kyle rang the bell.
Margo greeted him sensuously, her slender hand trailing up his strong arms. He noticed her emerald green eyes gleaming with defiance and desire. She was dressed in a slinky red dress that hugged her curves invitingly. Her lips glistened with Untamed Red, her signature shade. He was instantly aroused.
Each click of her heels seemed to beckon him with a sensuous wink.
She turned to face him in the middle of the living room, her back facing the glass windows. Her eyes locked on Kyle's.
Margo reached behind her back, and as if performing a mesmerizing dance, her dress cascaded to the floor. She now wore a white lace bra and matching thong that revealed more than it concealed. Her rosy nipples jutted through the thin material. Her toned, tanned stomach flexed as she swayed her hips seductively.
Kyle breathed in sharply.
Margo moved closer to him, a playful glint in her eyes. She was baiting him with her nearness, her body beckoning him.
He could see the way her chest rose and fell in rhythm with her quickened breaths. She slowly traced her fingers down the lines of his torso and tugged at the hem of his T-shirt.
"Mmm, your muscles look nice and strong."
Kyle grinned wolfishly and obliged her by lifting his arms, allowing her to peel his shirt off.
Margo couldn't help but expression her admiration for Kyle's sculpted form. "Holy fuck, your body is ridiculous. Are those abs real?"
"Yeah, babe, they're all mine." Kyle flexed his muscles provocatively.
Margo felt a lustful surge within her as she ran her fingers over his powerful pecs and down his chiseled abs. Her fingers wandered to the waistband of his jeans. She deftly popped the button open and slid the zipper down, freeing his enormous erection.
"Goddamn, Kyle. You're fucking huge," Margo whispered, her eyes wide with amazement.
She wrapped her fingers around his girth, marveling at the heat and weight of his manhood in her hands. "You must have the biggest cock in the world!"
Kyle's pants fell down further to reveal two enormous testicles the size of bowling balls.
Margo's jaw dropped in astonishment.
"Fuck, those balls are massive!" she exclaimed, her gaze transfixed on Kyle's crotch.
Kyle chuckled, a deep Knowing sound that reverberated in his broad chest.
Margo continued to stroke his pulsing erection, her delicate fingers barely able to wrap around it fully. April sunbeams filtered in, casting a heavenly glow on their illicit union.
"Damn, Kyle, you feel fucking gigantic," Margo continued, her breath hitching.
She leaned in, her perfect rosebud lips almost touching his ear lobe. She whispered, "Do you want to fuck me, Kyle?"
His gravelly voice answered unquestionably, "More than fucking anything."
Margo stepped back, a devious smile playing on her lips. "Alright. Let's get this chair ready, then."
She led him to a high-backed armchair and instructed him to take a seat. As Kyle settled, Margo reached for the ropes she'd prepared earlier.
Her movements were fluid and deliberate, each one laden with a coquettish promise. Stepping behind Kyle's broad shoulders, she secured a rope around his powerful wrists, binding them to the chair's arms. She repeated this motion with another set of ropes around his ankles, fastening him securely.
Margo bit her lower lip coyly as she admired her handiwork. Kyle was now thoroughly bound, his steel muscles trapped in her exquisite little trap.
Kyle was still confident.
His engorged cock stood tall and proud between Margo's slender fingers. She traced its veiny length, while her other hand caressed the heavy weight of his enormous balls. Her ministrations were intoxicating, and Kyle could feel the power of his arousal coursing through his veins.
Margo's expert touch sent sparks from his throbbing manhood, straight to his chiseled abs. Each caress of her fingers was a delicious assault, and Kyle's anticipation for more was driving him to the brink of insanity.
Faster, she teased him, stroking upwards with a tight, maddening rhythm. She couldn't resist the temptation; Margo leaned forward and lavished his tip with her tongue - swirling, flicking, his cock too big for Margo to take into her mouth.
It was fascinating to her, inconceivable. She could feel the blood pumping through the veins, stretching it out, so full and enormous in front of her.
She pulled her mouth back from his cock with agonizing slowness, hearing him hiss in a breath at the contact. She smiled secretly and gripped him once more with her hand.
"You like that, big boy?" she cooed to him, watching as precome glistened at his tip.
She caught it with the flick of her tongue, savoring the taste of him.
Margo stood back up, her eyes not leaving his. She stroked his shaft and felt him tremor in her grasp. She was tormenting him now, and she loved it. Leaning down, she whispered in his ear, "knows how close you are, and you want it so bad."
Margo ran her fingers along her slit, letting Kyle watch as she got herself nice and wet. She placed her hands on the arms of his chair, her breasts right in his face.
He could see the little pink buds of her nipples, tight and aching. Margo lazily dragged her fingers up and down her dripping slit, making sure Kyle had the perfect view.
"Look at this, Kyle," she cooed. "This is what you want, right? So fucking close, but yet so far."
Margo's voice was seductive whispers, her fingers tracing circles over Kyle's chest.
She could feel every ridge and dip, every muscle twitch in anticipation. Leaning in closer, she made sure he could feel her hot breath on his earlobe before adding, "I'm going to make you beg for it, Kyle."
Margo moved her hips forward, pressing her wet core against Kyle's shaft. She teased him with the promise of consummation, her velvety warmth tantalizingly close.
As she began grinding her hips, Margo's slickness coated Kyle's throbbing member. He was acutely aware of her intimate moistness, and the friction felt almost unbearably exquisite.
Margo continued to ride against Kyle's shaft, the sensation of her tight, swollen lips gliding over his rigid, pulsing length was agonizingly pleasurable. Her hot breath came in ragged gasps as she built up momentum, her movements frenzied and desperate.
Then she slowed down and pushed his cock just head just a little more into her pussy lips until Kyle felt a resistance. "Do you feel that, stud? That is my hymen. That is right, my sweet little cherry has never been popped. How do you think it would feel to rip apart my right sweet cherry pussy apart with that massive cock of yours?" Margo teased.
"How do you think it would feel to rip apart my tight little cherry pussy with that massive cock of yours?"
Her filthy words only added fuel to Kyle's lustful desire, causing him to groan low and deep with every thrust. Margo's pussy was unbelievably tight, the wet heat engulfing his engorged head nearly pushing him over the brink.
"Oh, fuck, you have no idea how badly I want to feel you wrapped around me," Kyle growled through gritted teeth.
He strained against his ropes, cock twitching in desperate need.
The frustration surmounting, he growled, "Untie me, goddamnit. I can't stand this anymore!"
"No." Her answer was resolute.
Margo's hips circled and ground over Kyle's cock, her slickness coating him as she drew nearer to her peak. God, how she loved to see him suffer, the anticipation heightening each throbbing pulse of his shaft against her folds.
With her sweet, untouched cherry only teasing him, Margo felt a devious thrill slither up her spine.
Gazing at Kyle, bound, writhing, and aching, Margo's own desires flared like an untamed beast. She licked her plump lips, her pussy wet and quivering, craving his colossal cock.
He bucked and groaned, fighting against his binds.
Kyle was brutally tormented by the ecstasy mere millimeters away.
His steel-hard rod nestled between Margo's delicate folds, each thrust met resistance - her quivering hymen.
Her pussy lips gripped him fiercely, and he hissed. "Goddamnit, Margo! Let me fucking feel you."
"No," she panted, biting her lip. She rode him harshly, nails dig into the chair's arms. Her slickness soon drenched them both.
Kyle's erection pulsed vehemently, right beneath her clit, threatening to explode at any moment.
The friction of their private parts intensified, and a feverish sweat beaded on their skin.
"Please, Margo..." Kyle panted. "Please... fuck... let me feel all of you," he groaned through gritted teeth, abandoning any attempt at restraint.
Margo continued her sinful torture, undaunted by his pleading. She rode his rigid cock with furious energy, inciting waves of pleasure that challenged his resolve. Each lunge, each thrust, became more brutal, more desperate, as he thrashed against the sturdy ropes.
Kyle's mind splintered with the ruthless bliss punishing his heavily-laden balls.
Their labored huffs soaked the air, filled the room with an unholy symphony of wet skin and raw desire, a testament to Margo's power over him.
Margo leaned back, bracing herself with her hands against the chair arms. She pinned herself against his soaked, swollen cock and arrowed her hips forward.
Her moment of triumph eagerly inched closer, as she felt her orgasm building from within, daring her to continue riding his hard shaft. Denied of relenting, her overflowing pussy coated dangerously down toward Kyle's heavy testicles.
Each of their bodies trembled, desperate for release.
Kyle's muscles bulged as he tried to fight against the ropes that kept him prisoner, binding him to the sturdy chair. His lips curled back against his teeth as a guttural moan ripped from his chest, "Margo, please.
I'm so close."
The pleading in Kyle's voice spurned Margo on; her pussy ached and tightened as an orgasmic wave built within her core. She could feel every vein and ridge of Kyle's pulsing cock through the thin membrane separating them, and it pushed her even closer to the edge.
Margo orgasmed hard with just the tip of Kyle's huge cock head between her pussy lips.
It was so torturous for Kyle, yet absolutely delightful for Margo. Her sequence of contractions pulsed all over his swollen head, desperate to consume him entirely. With her inner thighs trembling, straddling him in that precise moment.
her orgasm gushed in strong, heated waves cascading from her molten core, soaking his generous crown. Margo threw her head back, moaning frantically as undiluted bliss danced through her tingling veins.
Kyle's restrained form writhed, muscles rippling, trying to push forward as her tight, drenched sheath gripped his tip, pulsating in rippling outlined pleasure.
He roared in carnal pleasure, feeling the pressure building in his balls, his cock leaking pre-come in hot streamlets.
Margo's orgasm left her trembling, quivering pussy lips clasping tightly around his just the tip of his cock, Kim's hands braced on the arms of the chair as she wheezed and gasped, "Fuuuck. That was amazing."
Margo climbed off of Kyle. Her virgin pussy still intact. She leaned over and grasped Kyle's massive cock and began stroking it again with her little delicate feminine hands.
She was going to stroke him to the edge of orgasm, let him think he was going to cum, and then take her hands away before he built to climax.
She would repeat this process over and over to make him feel a pleasure so intense that it was almost intolerable.
"Are you ready, baby?" she asked as she stared into his eyes. "Because I'm going to make you feel so fucking good that you might pass out."
Kyle's breathing was already labored, and a light sheen of sweat covered his upper body. "Yes, Margo, please. I'm ready."
Margo began to stroke him again, starting from the base of his shaft and moving all the way up to the swollen, purplish head.
Her delicate hands moved like whispers over his stiff cock, the contrast of her softness and his ever-hardening maleness electrifying in the warm light of her penthouse.
Kyle's hips involuntarily thrust forward, wanting more of the exquisite torture she was inflicting on him. His muscles stiffened, legs tensing, as the raging fire churning in his loins demanded sweet release from the pleasurable bondage.
Kyle's breathing grew sharper, and he bit back a groan. Margo's tantalizing grip on his monstrous cockhead was enough to shatter his restraint. Her delicate fingers wrapped around his girth worked in slow, agonizing movements, matching the soft touch of her thumb as it traced circles around the sensitive spot beneath the engorged tip.
"A little closer, wouldn't you say?" Margo's sultry voice taunted, whispering wickedly in his ear, stoking the fire of his lust.
She pumped his cock with a deliberate slowness, which drove Kyle to the brink of madness. His heart raced, and he felt his testicles tighten with the impending force of orgasm. But Margo held back, denying him release.
"Not yet, baby," she crooned, a devilish smile curling her painted lips. "Let's see how much you can take."
Kyle let out a strangled cry, pinned between the ropes and the pressure of Margo's enticing grip.
Her hands slid up and down his thick shaft, and Kyle felt his pleasure reaching unbearable heights. He couldn't help but beg for release, even if he knew he wouldn't get it.
"Please, Margo, keep going. I'm so fucking close," Kyle managed to say through heaving breaths.
Margo smirked. "You are, aren't you?"
She increased the speed of her movements, her small hands a blur against his enormous shaft.
With each stroke, Kyle felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but Margo always managed to pull him back from the brink."
"Oh god my balls ache so badly for release! Please make me cum!" Kyle moaned.
"Please, Margo, just a little bit longer. Keep going and I will cum." Kyle whimpered.
Margo took her hands away from Kyle's massive cock.
He jerked, hips bucking upwards, the loss of Margo's touch sending a shockwave of denial through him.
Margo grinned maliciously, running a red-lacquered nail over Kyle's taught abs.
She reveled in his torment. "Not yet, baby."
Kyle howled, his steel-hard cock twitching violently in the cool air. Each tug of the ropes added punctuation to his primal frustrations. The muscles of his arms bulged, and his legs thrashed against the unforgiving bonds. "Please, Margo, I can't take it anymore!"
Margo mounted him once more, her swollen pussy lips still glistening from her powerful earth-shattering orgasm.
As she perched on the edge of his lap, Kyle stared directly at her holy grail. Though her virginity remained unbroken, the essence of her pleasure still coated him. He felt his cock pulse, threatening to overpower the mastery Margo claimed.
"Oh, baby, you're close, and you haven't even gotten close to my cherry yet," she teased, her lust-filled eyes locked onto his.
Margo reached down, seizing the trapped giant between her fingers.
With a sinister grin, she aligned him against her slick entrance, hovering just above his weeping tip.
Kyle, bound and restrained, could only watch in desperation as Margo masterfully built the ache in his balls.
Her mischievous grin hinted at the devilish intentions that coursed through her veins.
The anticipation was fucking torturous.
Teasingly with a flick of her wrist, Margo outlined her swollen pussy lips with some of her wetness, making sure the pressure of her fingertips threatened to consume Kyle's cockhead.
The warmth of her moisture left him quivering for more.
Kyle's heart raced, the muscles in his chest tightening with anticipation for the feeling of completion, but again, Margo denied him.
She traced the swollen head of his penis with her index finger, collecting a stray drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. Bringing her hand to her lips, she sucked the slick residue from her finger, her eyes never leaving Kyle's.
"Mmm, taste the longing," she cooed.
Margo glanced down at where their bodies hovered at the edge of debauchery, her virgin pussy lips sitting just atop his engorged head. She squeezed her own breasts, the lace of her bra digging into her taut nipples.
"Watch, Kyle, watch me," she commanded, her sultry voice only heightening his hunger."
With her palm gripping his purpled tip, Margo ran it around the edge of her slit again, her pussy dripping with soaked expectation.
As she rotated her hips, her clit grinded against his thick crown, and the intimacy made Kyle strain harder against the rope that bound his muscular form.
He watched the glistening evidence of her desire coat the tip of his cock, her essence begging to be consumed by him.
Kyle wanted nothing more than to hear her scream his name while his bare cock pistoned inside her, shredding through her hymen and claiming her as his own.
Yet, she continued to dangle him before her like a lustful prize.
With a wicked glint in her eyes, Margo lowered herself, just enough for his tip to disappear into her sacred space, and paused there. Her lustful breasts heaved as she glanced to Kyle, the sheer ecstasy present in her eyes, making his heart race even faster.
Margo maintained her position, keeping his swollen cockhead pinned against her tight, virgin entrance. She continued her teasing, grinding her clit against his tip.
Kyle wished to howl as his cock throbbed and ached with want. His eyes shifted between the sight of her tits and the view of heaven smiled atop him.
Beads of sweat formed, and the tension between them grew.
"Just think how it would feel to pin me down on the bed and rape my sweet little cherry pussy with your massive cock, tearing apart and destroying my pussy." Margo teased. "Too bad you are tied down to this chair, stud." Margo mocked.
"Such a shame. You really have the biggest cock I have ever seen."
She pursed her lips, slowly bringing her hand up to play with her long, dark hair - a gesture that echoed through Kyle's loins with the intensity of a sledgehammer. Hypnotic as it was, she kept taunting him, "Ahh, I bet you're imagining it right now, aren't you? Your big cock destroying my virgin pussy.
My cherry being torn apart as you thrust your hips forward."
Enraged by her playful words, his mind churned with violent images. Ropes frayed, snapping open like a moth-eaten curtain. Kyle imagined plunging into her harder and deeper, forcing Margo's eyes wide in a mixture of surprise and pain.
But for now, he was still tied, bound by temptation, as her hand gripped his cock.
Margo leaned down, her moist lips pressed on his ear.
"Do you imagine it, Kyle? What it would be like to bury your swollen, aching cock into my cherry pussy?" She murmured, her voice husky, filled with promise.
"You imagine the weight of your body holding me down, and your hard cock plunging into my tightness. Ripping my maidenhood, thrusting into me with such violent passion"
Margo's hand returned to her clit, tracing that swollen bud with the slightest pressure.
She could feel his steely gaze upon her, envisioning every movement she made. Her fingers moved in slow circles, becoming more persistent as she let out a quiet gasp.
Her nipples rubbed against Kyle's chest, causing her entire body to shudder from the pleasure. With her other hand, she squeezes the shaft of his cock, feeling the veins pulse and twitch, barely managing to constrain herself from shoving it into her pussy.
Margo's lips parted, breath hitching as her pleasure mounted. She rocks her hips forward, rubbing her clit against his tip, and feeling how he throbs with each movement. She whispers, "Do you want to fuck me stud? To rip apart my pussy and make me scream?"
Margo whispered in his ear. Her slickness coated his cock, teasing him. "You'd destroy my tight virgin pussy."
Margo purrs, pressing her breasts against Kyle's hard chest. "Do you want to, Kyle? Do you want to rip me apart?"
Her dirty talk, combined with the soft, wet heat of her pussy rubbing against his swollen cock, was almost too much to bear. He groans, hips bucking upwards, seeking the weight of her body against him.
Suddenly, with a powerful effort from Kyle's massive muscles, the ropes broke and the chair splintered apart.
Its fragments scattered across the room, revealing the world's strongest man, now free and more dominant than ever before.
"You're mine now, Margo," he growled menacingly, stalking towards her like a predator about to claim its prize.
Margo barely had time to react when Kyle scooped her up, tossing her over his broad shoulder as if she were as light as a feather.
"Please no Kyle! You will tear apart my virgin pussy! I'm not any birth control either!" Margo pleaded.
"Don't destroy my pussy, Kyle! I've heard the stories about your cock ripping and tearing through the vaginas of other women!"
Kyle's sinister grin widened as he walked towards the bedroom, making his intentions crystal clear.
"Oh, darling, your pussy is the prize I've been craving," he taunted, his deep voice reverberating through the room.
He threw Margo onto the king-sized bed, causing her to bounce from its plush surface.
She kicked and squirmed beneath him, decorative pillows scattering in every direction. Her desperate attempts were futile against Kyle's towering strength.
"Please, Kyle. Stop!" Margo pleaded, eyes wide with fear.
Regardless of her pleas, the lust-fueled behemoth descended upon her.
Kyle caged Margo with his powerful limbs, trapping her beneath his hulking form.
She shivered as she anticipated his next move, knowing her attempts to deny him would be fruitless.
Kyle pinned her thin wrists above her head in one hand, and she whimpered.
Margo felt her heartbeat thundering in her ears, faster than ever before, as she stared up at the man who dwarfed her, making her feel vulnerable.
Kyle pushed her thighs apart, his free hand dipping between her soaked folds. She cried out, overcome with sensations radiating from her core.
"Please, Kyle, no more!" She begged, although she doubted he would ever leave her wanting. "Your huge cock will tear my pussy apart if you fuck me!"
Margo shouted, her voice shrill with panic. "Please don't rape my tight virgin pussy with your massive stone pillar of a cock."
But Kyle gave her no mercy.
Margo yelped as he expertly positioned the broad head of his cock at her entrance. Her hands clawed at his, trying to break free of his hold. He loomed over her, muscles rippling, his chiseled chest on full display.
She felt the tip of his shaft press against her tight, virgin lips, causing her to gasp.
"I warned you, Margo. You teased me, drew me in, and now, you'll know the true power of my cock," Kyle roared.
With a fierce, primal need, Kyle plunged his rock-hard shaft into Margo's untouched, virgin pussy. It was everything he imagined, even tighter than he expected, and her blood-warmed depths welcomed his invading length.
Margo screamed at the pain stabbing her as Kyle's massive, relentless cock tore into her hot, slick pussy. Invasive, it was as if she were taking a geological feature deep inside her core, resulting in wounds that would mark her floor.
The sheer power ruptured her innocence, leaving her an open canyon that wept trails down her trembling, clenching thighs.
She was his to deflower.
His overwhelming physique ravished Margo, and she wailed as he ripped through her inexperienced flesh. The sensation was like a hammer-blow vise forged to be his intimate instrument.
Her screams sliced through the apartment, mingling with the despair-laden sobs that echoed off the walls, unintentionally fueling the sexual hunger driving him to stake his claim upon her.
As the insistent weight of his raw, glorious erection pounded through her, exploring the freshly torn terrain of her womanhood, she felt Kyle's dominance harden and expand further within her.
Margo was helpless beneath him. Her pussy tearing apart on Kyle's huge shaft.
Pulverized flesh rippled against the invader, as her narrow channel was devastatingly stretched open. Every punishing descent of his cock forced Margo's walls to seam together before being ripped apart again in a vicious cycle. The brutal force made the walls of her cunt stretch impossibly, recklessly widened ways that rippled her inner sanctum, back and forth.
"Oh, God! Oh God! I can't! Please.
Margo begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.
But Kyle's primal desire rumbled through his veins, unable to be quenched, heady with her virgin blood. Her delicate, pink pussy walls made way for his conquest, tight as a vice.
Kyle's hips surged forward, impossibly filling Margo Milano, the infamous tormentress, who'd tormented countless victims with her sensual wiles.
In a cruel twist of fate, the predator had become the prey, bound by insatiable lust.
As Kyle started a steady, bruising rhythm of possession, Margo's legs wrapped around his waist, nails clawing at his shoulders. Her heels dug into him, spurring him on, no matter how much she begged and pleaded for mercy.
Margo could only wince in pain as she felt the overwhelming girth of his shaft stretch her further.
It felt as if Kyle's cock had just torn through a wall within her, ripping apart her innocence, prying the secret canyon of her womanhood wide open. She had never felt so ferociously penetrated in all her life, but the massage of her insides only served to unravel the first thread of the orgasm building slowly from deep within her core. With each relentless thrust, her wrapped-around-his-waist legs shook with the effort to resist; it was no use.