Biblical Proportions Ch. 02

Chapter 2 - Unholy Acclimation

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Wet, warm, tight darkness. It was an odd way to spend each morning, but Ethan was growing more accustomed to it by the day. He slurped up and down between Asha's massive, fleshy cheeks. Most of her crushing weight was centered on his face; a fact he was oddly thankful for. If her large frame pressed down on his chest, there's no way he'd be able to breathe. Sucking in scant breaths in the depths of her bulbous ass was difficult, but not impossible. Each time she lowered onto his head and cast him into darkness, the clock started ticking. There was usually enough air to last a good seven or eight minutes before he desperately needed fresh oxygen like he did right now.

Ethan reached up around her mighty flanks and tapped his hands insistently. He clapped his palms against her hips lightly. When that failed to stop her aggressive rocking and deep moaning, he slid them down and slapped her impossibly thick thighs. His fingers gripped her flesh more aggressively as his lungs screamed for relief and he grew lightheaded.

Asha slid forward on her haunches and lifted her dark, glistening globes of flesh from his sweaty, spit-coated face. Strands of saliva stretched from his lips to her well tongued pucker until they broke and their remnants drooled onto Ethan's body. She stood on the bed as Ethan gasped and wheezed, re-filling his lungs with cool, life-giving air. Asha looked over her shoulder with one hand on her hip. With her other, she fisted her veiny, throbbing erection.

"Just a bit longer and breakfast will be ready, little David! Keep tonguing my asshole like a good boy and earn your meal! If I'm not pleased with your efforts, you get extra chores."

Ethan knew the rules, but he also knew she loved repeating them. Any opportunity to dominate him physically or verbally was taken without exception. It turned her on, and if Ethan was honest, it often excited him as well. His penis, straining against the confines of the tight metal chastity device below could attest to that. It felt like his body betrayed him every time he got hard while enduring Asha's never-ending debauchery. Was it normal to be attracted to a woman even after she made you her slave? Ethan had conflicted feelings about his new station in life.

Asha squatted down and lowered her ass back on his face. A landslide of globular dark flesh consumed Ethan's head and he was cast back into hot, moist, pressurized blackness. His mocha Goddess repositioned herself until her twitching asshole rubbed up against Ethan's nostrils. She pressed back until his nose sank into her fleshy rosebud, then moved her target down, leaving her supple back door parked directly over Ethan's mouth. He pressed his tongue deep into her soft portal, moaning into her ass as he swirled his wet appendage all around and drove his Domina wild.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!! YES!!!! VERY GOOD, David!"

Ethan could barely hear her moans of bliss and shouts of encouragement from his prison of flesh-packed darkness. The tight latex hood molded to his head didn't help either. Even now, weeks after falling into her clutches, Asha insisted on calling him David. It seemed she wouldn't be happy until he surrendered everything to her, including his very identity. He'd offered no formal resistance, but in his mind, he was still clinging to his old name. How much longer would that last?

Asha's asshole tightened around his tongue as he speared deep into her luscious bottom over and over. He slurped his way out and began basting the ring of her pucker dutifully. After long, loving licks around her soft, puffy rim, Ethan centered his lips on her increasingly sloppy back passage and sucked away. He tongue fucked her into a haze of delirious pleasure as Asha shook her hips on his face.

"MMMMMMmmmmm! FUCK YES!!!"

Her mass of jiggling flesh was lifted off his head abruptly. His mouth was freed with a sucking pop. Ethan's latex-sheathed face was covered in slimy drool. His shiny head, moist with her juices, looked like a well ridden dildo. It was fitting, given that he was little but a sex toy for Asha's constant use.

"Holy shit! I almost came! You're getting good at that, slut."

She turned on the bed, her gargantuan length of dark meat now at full mast. She dropped her weighty cock and reached down to her sprawled out bitch boy.

*SMACK SMACK*

Her hand swiped across his face twice in quick succession. They were playful slaps; nowhere near as strong as Asha was capable of. That meant she was in a good mood.

"On your knees, bitch! It's feeding time."

Ethan picked himself up and did as he was told. With Asha's weight creating a depression in the center of the bed, it wasn't easy to right himself and take the proper position, but he managed. The chain connecting Ethan's collar to the bed frame rattled as he knelt before her. Ashaki was so tall that even now, his face wasn't level with her massive cock. It jutted out well above his eye level. Ethan found himself staring at her enormous, dangling scrotum.

It was a massive, drooping sack of brown skin containing two fat, fleshy watermelons. From his current position, it looked about as big as Ethan's head. Up close, it was even more fearsome; a fact he knew well since she usually fucked his mouth while he was on his back. That was, after all, the only way he could possibly take her entire length of dark meat. At least, that was the case for now.

Asha was dead set on changing that. She'd been training him to deepthroat her in the kneeling position. Not just every morning, but often throughout the day. His Domina had made it clear whether it took months or even a year, Ethan would eventually swallow her entire cock to the hilt while on his knees.

Her large breasts dripped sweat on him as she lowered herself and lined the dark chocolate tip of her cock up with his mouth. Her glans was the same color as her aerolas; a shade darker than the rest of her skin. Even with her legs bent, it was no trouble for his hulking Mistress to hold the position for as long as she wished. Her mighty thighs and thick calves could fuck for hours. Her physique was equally impressive as her godly club of cock meat.

Was it eighteen inches? Twenty? It seemed to depend on how aroused she was. Ultimately, Ethan could only eyeball it. It's not like he'd ever gotten the chance to measure her colossal cock. He could only estimate its menacing length as it plowed through his mouth and throat or stretched his anal walls wide.

Asha stroked her rock hard python up and down. Globs of pre-cum oozed from the tip as she brought it to his lips. Ethan obediently licked the slit of her glans from bottom to top, sucking her thick nectar into his lips before wrapping his mouth around the hot, spongy head. He swirled his tongue around the first few inches of her monster as she pressed it into his maw. With her free hand, she reached back and grabbed the back of his head. With the strength of a giant, she pulled his mouth onto her cock while spearing deep into his gullet with her hips.

*HHHHRRRRKKKK*

"MMMMMMmmmmmm..."

Ethan's mouth and the top of his throat were instantly filled with bulging, hot schlong. She'd shoved in eight or nine inches, yet all he could see before him was a highway of glistening brown cum pipe ahead. She hadn't yet bathed that day and her smell and taste were overwhelming. How many times had she nutted in Ethan's ass before bed last night? He could still taste the remnants of dried cum along her pulsing length.

This was the routine every morning. Asha liked a long, sloppy blowjob before her shower. Sometimes she'd give him a good ass fucking too, but only if she was especially horny. Regardless, she fed him breakfast directly from the tap each day without fail. It was a game to her, to see how long she could fuck his face before she came. How long she could torture his stretched lips, aching jaw and bulging throat before unloading a river of steaming filth in his gullet.

As Ethan began sucking and wagging his tongue all around, he looked up at Asha with innocent eyes. She stared back down with haughty, piercing slats of steely gray, surrounded by luscious dark eyelashes. She pulled his face another inch onto her twitching tower of cock. Ethan gagged on her schwanz, his eyes beginning to water as his neck muscles strained against her fearsome grip.

"Go ahead. Put your hands on my legs" she purred. "Resist. I love it."

Asha was talkative and playful today. Often she went about her business, fucking his holes when she pleased without so much as a word. Other times she enjoyed toying with him. Her temperament was fickle, unlike her unceasing sex drive.

Ethan placed his hands on her thighs and pushed with all his might. She didn't budge an inch. Asha held his head steady with just one hand. He choked on her cock, its tip leaking pre-cum down his throat as he gurgled around her girth. Finally, Ashaki relented and let her cock slip out of his lips a few inches.

She then took a firm stance and grabbed his head with both hands. She dug her fingers into the thick latex of his hood and thrust forward. Despite his hands pushing on her well-muscled thighs, her cock drilled into his throat deeper than before. Ethan sputtered around her pungent length as it pummeled past his uvula and sank into his warm, wet depths.

"Is that the best you can do? You pathetic little shit! PUSH HARDER! Act like someone who doesn't enjoy smoking a foot and a half of musty dick!"

Ethan resisted with all his strength, but it didn't slow her advance one bit. She entered a steady mouth-fucking rhythm, her hips gliding back and forth as her fat cock stretched his lips wide and turned his face into her personal pocket pussy yet again. She stabbed his face with her meat missile, guiding his mouth back and forth on her phlegm soaked rod with a tight grip on his bondage hood.

"Bitch made faggot! You like sucking cock and taking it up the ass, don't you?!? Yeah, open wide for Mistress you cum dump whore! Here comes your biggest breakfast yet!"

Ethan's face zoomed back and forth from Asha's pelvis as her fucking became fast and aggressive. Her cock slurped loudly in and out of his packed maw. Ethan's bleary eyes fluttered. Her relentless and increasingly sloppy shafting was straining him to the breaking point. His nostrils, barely able to inhale air between her forceful thrusts were now backing up with syrupy spit and viscous pre-cum.

*GWWWKK GUUUKKK GWWEKKK GAAAAKKKK*

Her frantic rutting into his warm, sludgy mouth went on for several minutes. Asha moaned in unfathomable bliss, trying her hardest to stave off her climax so she could bathe in the delicious pleasure of throat fucking a little longer. At some point, Ethan stopped pushing against her statuesque legs, realizing that part of the performance was over. His Mistress didn't care about that anymore. She was lost in carnal delight.

"Here... Here it comes you little bitch!!! NNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Asha thrust herself deep one last time as she grunted in release. A canon blast of heavy cum shot from her tip and overflowed Ethan's mouth and throat in seconds. Wads of thick spunk siphoned down into his stomach as trickles of sticky nut seeped from the sides of his mouth and dribbled from his nose. He sputtered and choked in semen clogged desperation, his throat producing moist gagging and glorming sounds around her cock.

Ashaki held his head in a death grip, her powerful body shuddering in orgasm. Her scrotum danced below, discharging its massive load down her sperm channel and siphoning it into her kneeling slave.

After guzzling a torrent of creamy filth, she pulled her flesh hose from his sucking mouth and cooed in satisfaction. Asha wiped her oozing tip across his forehead and all over his cheeks as the last few strands of her nectar spat on Ethan's face. Soon, the latex of his hood was glazed in stringy cum.

Asha released her spent weapon, the heavy dong drooping as it slowly deflated. She placed her hands on her hips and looked down at her human cock sleeve with a thin smile.

"Good job, slut. You can rest until I'm done in the bathroom."

Without another word, she turned and stepped off the bed. Heavy footfalls marked her passage as she marched to the bathroom for a hot shower.

Ethan swabbed up the excess cum in his mouth and swallowed one more time. He cleared his throat and spoke just before the bathroom door closed.

"Thank you, Mistress Goliath!"

He hoped Mistress had heard him. Failure to thank her properly after receiving her potent seed meant guaranteed punishment later.

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*tap tap tap*

"Hey, Ajax. How you doing buddy?"

Ethan watched his pet turtle scuttle across the rock island in the middle of the tank and slip back into the warm water. He opened the top of the tank and sprinkled a handful of food pellets into the habitat. The young turtle snapped away, chomping on them hungrily. At his age, Ajax only needed to be fed once every couple days. Once he was a full adult, it would be once every three days. Turtles often went days without eating in the wild, so it was important not to overfeed them.

Ethan sighed. He was, essentially, a sex slave and domestic servant now. Yet, the fact that Asha had taken him to check on his pet was proof she wasn't without mercy or compassion. She had a monster between her legs, but she wasn't a monster. Some people might see her as one, but Ethan didn't. All he saw was a big woman with a penchant for domination and an insanely high libido.

Watching Asha lift the twenty gallon tank and carry it on her right shoulder like it was no big deal had sent Ethan's heart aflutter. He'd become that much more smitten with her. Even after her big surprise and making him a prisoner in her home.

Ashaki had taken him to collect his car and then followed him to help collect his pet and put his affairs in order. If he'd wanted to make a break for it, to escape her captivity, that was his golden opportunity, but he hadn't taken it. It wasn't out of fear of what she might do in reprisal. For some reason that he couldn't quite explain to himself, he just hadn't.

Instead, he called his workplace and left a message, saying he'd be taking all of his paid time off. That he wasn't sure when he'd be back. He made some lame excuse about needing to find himself that probably sounded like a typical mid-life crisis. By now, they'd probably realized he wasn't coming back at all.

Why was he doing this? Was Ethan that needy for the love of a big woman that he was ready to throw everything else away? To discard the life he'd built for himself just to be in her presence? Was he that lonely and desperate for affection that he was prepared to be utterly subjugated and serve her every whim? It was increasingly looking like that was the case.

Having sex with a woman like Asha was the stuff of his dreams. Sure, Ethan never imagined her having a massive cock or being a strict and aggressive dominatrix, but oddly, he still felt like he'd won the lottery. Assuming he could even go back to his own life, how many more years would he fritter away looking for his Hippolyta? No, Hippolyta had found him, and he would be a fool to turn away from such fated fortune. This conclusion was the lodestar of all Ethan's decisions now. The few he got to make, that is.

He rose and left Ajax to his feeding, realizing he needed to get back to his chores. There was vacuuming, dusting and laundry to do. There was always something else to do in Asha's big house. It made him wonder what she'd done before acquiring him. Had she hired maids? Did she have another domestic slave before him? One or the other was likely. Asha didn't seem like the type who enjoyed doing housework.

Just as he was about to pick the vacuum back up, Ethan caught himself in the hallway mirror. He stopped and examined his shiny garments, inspecting them for any dirt or flaws. The latex bits he wore on each extremity could hardly be called an outfit. Aside from those shiny adornments, he was nude.

The red latex briefs around his waist had an open pocket at the front where his caged dick hung out. His hands and forearms were sealed in long latex gloves. His lower legs shined in the glossy material up to the knees. His head was almost completely covered in thick rubber, except where his hood opened for his eyes, nose and mouth. All the other garments matched the color of his briefs and the red, studded collar around his neck.

Asha had purchased the same latex slave set for him in a number of different colors. Blue, green, purple and several sets of black. Each set had a matching collar and buttplug. The red buttplug was currently snug up his ass, making every step arduous and keeping him nice and stretched out for his well hung Goddess. This was his uniform and he was expected to wear it at all times unless otherwise instructed by Asha.

Ethan studied his short, thin body in the odd fetish costume. The truth was, he didn't look half bad! He felt a little silly wearing it, but at the same time, he could almost pass for a Luchador. If only he were a little bigger and stronger, he'd look right at home in the wrestling rings of Mexico.

There had to be a reason Asha chose him. A woman her size could turn virtually any man into her bitch. It seemed she liked small men as much as Ethan liked big women. He would use that to his advantage. Ethan would serve her faithfully, give her the pleasure and companionship she desired and, eventually, perhaps she would see him as more than just a human sex toy and rubberized butler.

Ethan smiled and gave himself a thumbs up in the mirror. He was going to make the most of this odd twist of fate and woo the mighty woman of his dreams.

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He'd just attached the bedspread to the giant, Alberta King mattress when he heard footsteps behind him. The heavy footfalls of his owner and Mistress were unmistakable. Ethan rushed to finish the task before she gave him another assignment. The bedding always needed changing after a night with her, so this had become a daily ritual. He spread the sheets out on the massive, eight by eight foot bed as Asha slowed to a stop just behind him.

*PPFFFFFFF*

She shoved him from behind, pushing him down onto the half-made bed while in the middle of his work. Asha slid up behind him and grabbed his small frame, lowering her considerable weight onto his back. Once Ethan yielded to her, she began pushing his body up the bed so she had more room to mount him comfortably. He could feel her naked body all over him, her heavy breasts pressing into his back and her thick cock settling on his crack.

"Guess who's horny again? It's time for your first deep dicking of the day, bitch!"

She reached down and yanked on Ethan's briefs. While pulling them down, the stretchy latex caught on his chastity device. It tugged on his caged cock, causing him to yelp in pain. Asha tore at it even harder, not satisfied until the shiny briefs were pulled down around his thighs and his butt-plugged ass was plainly visible.

"You should thank me for stuffing your ass with these cute little toys. This would hurt way more without stretching you out all day."

Ethan grimaced and stifled a yell as she seized the plug and pulled it from his packed ass. The heat and pressure of the toy were replaced by the sudden rush of cool air. His asshole remained semi-gaped, slowly winking shut as his muscles were free to contract for the first time all day. Ethan knew what she wanted to hear and answered her obediently.