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  Kali stood up, big thighs glistening and strolled arrogantly over to where the worm squirmed. He had got himself into a corner, and was trying to stand up, but the painful pressure of the ropes in his groin were making it difficult for him to rise. All part of the plan, and long proven as effective.

  Kali studied him, squeezing her powerful buttocks together, and flexing her thighs. She felt immensely powerful at times like these, and it was one of the reasons she loved her side job so much.

  'You little fucking worm,' she hissed at him, upper lip curling in disdain.

  His eyes widened again.

  'License Inspector,' continued Kali, contempt dripping from her thin scarlet lips. 'You are not here to check my license. I know what you are here for, you little creep.'

  She advanced again towards him, and set the thick, blue veined fists of her tense arms against the powerful mounds of her wide hips. Her heels made her six foot, three inches high, and she knew that from his angle she must look almost Goddess like in her size and threatening aspect. The sparsely covered mound of her bulging cunt was directly centred above his head, and she could see his eyes flicking towards it convulsively. Some of them didn't like cunt, and after reading this guys instructions she had thought he would be one of those who preferred the arse. She pressed the toe of her right shoe against his groin and he yelped behind the gag. She didn't press to hard, it was more for effect really, so he couldn't be too uncomfortable. His colour was very high, but that was utterly normal too, so she carried on speaking.

  'Yes, I know what you are here for, worm,' she said, thinking she would have to get a better vocabulary, as that word was vastly over-used in her line of work, 'You are here to have your bottom punished.'

  He shook his head quickly, and she leaned over to grab him by the hair. The posture made the long muscles in the back of her thighs stretch, and she revelled in the idea of what the sight of her big thighs spread wide above the high knee boots must be doing to him. She wondered idly if her bottom was outlined against the neon from his angle. She hoped it was, as she liked to give them as many photogenic moments as she could to remember. It kept them coming back. Kali was the destroyer, but she knew her business.

  She grasped him harder, and tilted his head up so she could look into his alarmed brown eyes.

  'You are here, Derek,' she said softly, using the agreed client name in her order form, 'to have your bottom fucked.'

  His head, as she expected, shook as he tried to vigorously deny her assertion by the only means possible, and she let him have his moment of theatre before releasing his hair and grabbing him by the ankles.

  It was one of her specialities that she could physically lift men by main strength alone. Not for her the insipid posturings of the overweight and middle aged Doms one saw on the TV.

  She actually could wrestle a man into submission. She dragged him over to the arse fucking bench by his ankles, enjoying the way the ropes cut up into him. In no time at all she had the naughty man face down on the bench with his hand cuffed wrists securely fastened to the furthest end. She took off his shoes, trouser and socks in quick, efficient movements, as she was anxious to get down to the serious stuff.

  His underpants bulged nicely around his taut ball sack, and Kali took a moment to enjoy the sight of him helplessly twisting on the bench. He had a nice, muscular little bottom, which Kali gave a playful slap before pulling his underpants down to his knees. His twisting increased, and the hooting behind the gag raised in volume. Kali smiled to her self. They always enjoyed this bit. The first uncovering.

  His ass was nice, but too hairy. She would have to deal with that first, so she left him to his frenzied play acting and went to the sink where she kept her hair removers. She had an expensive scented hair dissolver especially formulated for men, and collecting it, strolled back to where her victim was tied. He was watching her in silence now, presumably having just enjoyed the sight of her big bottom cheeks rolling towards the sink, with a rabbit like fascination she found deeply arousing. Sometime she liked it when they put up a fight, and some times she preferred the ones who gave in easily and offered their bottoms up to her dildo with almost feminine eagerness. Obviously her new friend 'Derek' was more like the latter, and she looked forward to fucking his tight ass. She put on a latex glove, and sprayed the hair removing lotion on to her hand, making a note of the time so she didn't leave it on too long. She smeared it over his cheeks, being careful to ensure it got in around his anus, but not actually on the tight hole. She expected his scrotum and penis to be swelled in the aroused state, and was slightly disappointed to note that it was flaccid.

  Kali frowned at this development. Normally they were almost ready for their first milking at this stage, but Derek seemed to be resisting her charms. Professional pride made Kali thin her lips in determination. This little bastard would come like a volcano before she had finished with him, she decided.

  At that moment, frustratingly, the doorbell chimed, and she stood for a moment, indecisive, before striding again to the sink, peeling off her gloves and putting on her robe. It would take ten minutes for the lotion to dissolve his pubic hair anyway, and she had always found the waiting slightly tedious, so she left him to stew and went to answer the door.

  The man who stood waiting for her on the step when she opened the door smiled insipidly up at her like the creep she instantly knew he was. She also instantly knew she had made a big mistake this morning, when he held up a little card expectantly and announced, 'I'm Derek, I'm wondering if I could see your T.V license.

  He held himself as if ready to be grappled, and it dawned on her that this was her expected client for this morning, and the man trussed downstairs with his pubic hair being dissolved was almost certainly exactly who he said he was.

  A real T.V license inspector.

  'Derek,' said the man on the doorstep again, nodding conspiratorially, and Kali cast around for an excuse so she could send him away. Could Kali, the Destroyer claim family bereavement, she wondered idly to herself, as she stared at his expectant little face?

  'I'm afraid I cannot receive you today, Derek,' said Kali, 'I have had a terrible accident with a previous client.'

  The new Derek's eyebrows went up, and he backed away from her. 'Accident?' he asked, nervously, mind obviously considering all sorts of terrible possibilities.

  Kali nodded, as if to confirm his worst fears. 'Safe word misunderstanding,' she said, and winced as if remembering some terrible mutilation.

  'Is he alright?' asked new Derek, confirming that he was indeed her expected client.

  'Recovering well,' said Kali, though her insides were churning with the realisation that she had kidnapped and assaulted a total stranger, 'though I am off duty for a while. The trauma of seeing all that blood...'

  She paused for effect, and was rewarded by the look of horrified fascination on the face of new Derek, as he considered the implications of her words.

  'I'll be back, now I've seen you in the flesh' he said, leering like a miniature greying terminator, and oddly enough, she knew he would be. And if she was not in prison for her latest escapade, she might be in a position to accommodate him, she thought ruefully.

  Kali the destroyer raised one finger in acknowledgement of his parting sally and shut the door with a sense of deep trepidation and upset. Her mind whirled with possible approaches and outcomes to the dilemma strapped to the bench in the play room.

  She dropped off her robe, as if being in the costume of Kali might imbue her with the power to magic her little problem away. Alas, when she re-entered the room, he was still there. She recognised the look on his face now as pure fear, and her eyes flicked anxiously to the white creamed mounds of his buttocks where, no doubt, the last vestiges of his bottom hair was dissolving under the action of the unguent she had applied to it.

  'What the fuck should I do?' she asked herself, suddenly feeling very weary.

  A surge of unfair annoyance surged in her at the sight of the blameless
inspector writhing under the slightly stinging action of the hair remover. She noticed with a start that there was some slight thickening of his penis as it hung straight down from his propped up hips. Her mind conceived a way, a slight but possible way that she might get out of this one without a court case.

  A court case! What would her poor father think? He would find it very difficult to separate her current work activity from true prostitution. She resolved at that moment, that if her next desperate ploy worked, she would never take payment for dominating men again.

  It all hinged, she had decided, on whether she could get the hapless inspector to enjoy her attentions. She had an hour or two to come to an understanding of what it was that he enjoyed sexually, and then ruthlessly apply that until he enthusiastically endorsed her ministrations, hopefully by coming so hard he had a heart attack. Putting aside such wishful thinking, she strode back to him as if nothing was amiss, and bent her powerful knees slightly so their eyes were on a level with each other.

  'Sorry about the interruption, Derek,' she said, continuing to pretend she thought he was a client, 'Now we can get down to it.'

  He began to hump the bench furiously, and make the strange hooting sounds that she know knew were the best 'Noooo!' that the gag would allow him. She ignored him and strolled languidly to the sink to get a sponge and fill a bucket with warm water to wipe his arse down. She hoped he liked a muscular woman, and particularly a muscular ass and thighs such as she possessed. She felt her heart calming down now that she had a plan. If there was one thing Kali knew, it was how to use her magnificent body to get men to obey her. This little mother fucker of an inspector was going to get the full treatment, she promised herself mentally, as she turned back to pop him a conspiratorial wink while the bucket filled and said, 'Let's see how lovely and smooth your bottom is now, eh? Mister Inspector!'

  He hung his head in despair as she approached him, and she thought to herself, 'Now, that won't do at all.'

  She knew that he had to enjoy whatever she was doing to him, and the first thing was he had to accept his fate. She stood near his head, and pulled his face upwards by the forehead hair, not unkindly, so that his lips were at a level to her barely covered cunt. She pressed his nose against her pubis, and ground her hips so that her fleshy mound pressed against the defenceless organ. He tried to move his head, but not too frantically,and she tried to decide whether this was resignation or interest. She shrugged her massive shoulders and walked to his upraised buttocks, deciding that time would tell. She rinsed the cream from his bottom by sloshing warm water around his ass crack and balls. The hair that had so luxuriantly covered his rear bare minutes before had gone, leaving behind a smooth and tight little bottom that she admired even through her professional detachment. Unless he was gay, and hopefully he wasn't, his anus was presumably virgin. The thought gave her a little pulse of pleasure in her groin, and she absently reached down to give a quick push at her clitoris through the fabric of her posing costume with the pads of two fingers. It responded readily, and she felt a wave of arousal flood through her hips and lower stomach.

  'That was interesting,' she thought to herself, 'I am looking forward to this, after all.'

  She made sure that all the cream was thoroughly washed from him before stopping again to admire her handiwork. The warm water had done the trick, and his ball bag had swelled pinkly with the stimulation of the sponge. She dipped a hand under his hips and competently stroked the growing erection she found there. Normally she wore medicinal gloves for this part of things, but 'Derek' required her utmost attention, so she revelled in the unusual sensation of having a helpless cock at her mercy. There was something about the situation that filled in some essential missing blank for her, as she had never felt this level of arousal before at this early stage of the game. She decided it was something to do with the normal guys being enthusiastic participants in proceedings underneath their protestations, and this man being unwilling. She realised with a guilty start that that she was contemplating was close to rape.

  The pulse of pleasure in her cunt at the thought showed her that at least one part of her was undismayed at the thought of raping this man. She leaned over to peer between his parted cheeks, and she saw the way his penis' root had swelled below his perineum. It made his anus, so hairless and feminine, squeeze slightly tighter with each pulse as it thickened, and she worked the tidy shaft fully erect while she mused on the effect it was having on his balls and ass hole. She licked the middle finger of her free hand and placed it directly on his anus, delighting in the way the sudden stimulation transmitted itself into the sudden jerking of his cock. The first part of her plan was going to work. This poor fucker was going to find out something that hetero men usually spend their whole lives in blissful ignorance of; that an arse fucking gives as powerful an orgasm in a man as it does in a woman.

  Kali loved it up the ass herself, but she had no one to do it for her any more, so masturbation was the next best thing, but even that had never aroused a feeling like that which beat in her hips and loins right now. She went to her 'special' cabinet and got a bottle of long stay lubricant. It was honey scented, as she found the strawberry ranges usually got too cloying after a while. She smeared it liberally on her hands and started stroking his thick, shapely cock to a good glistening hard on. His foreskin peeled cleanly back to reveal a well shaped purple-pink glans that shone smoothly and tightly where it caught the light. He had gone strangely silent, and she shifted her self a little to her left so that she could see his face and check he was okay. His eyes were closed and a vein on his temple pulsed strenuously across his forehead, but apart from a very high colour, he looked fine. His mouth was stretched around the ball gag, but Kali could still admire the firmness and fine shape of his lips. Saliva had drooled a little down his chin, and she absently wiped at it, smearing his face with honey lubricant. He flicked his eyes open, looked reproachfully at her, then half shut them again as she squeezed his cock head firmly in her palm. A groan, deep in his throat escaped the gag, as she kneaded the glistening delicate flesh of his glans.

  Long practice had given her the feel for the exact pressure required, and it was interesting the difference having bare hands made to her own experience of the moment. The truth was, Kali was thoroughly enjoying herself today, and whatever twinges of conscience she may be feeling were not impeding her at all in this enjoyment. She changed hands, and placed the hand that had previously squeezed his cock head at his anus. It had squeezed itself tight because of the stimulation of his cock, and she left it alone for the moment and concentrated on the taut hose like swell of his perineum. She pressed at the rubbery flesh gently, softening him up for the next act, when Mister inspector was going to get a bit of involuntary prostate stimulation.

  She knew he was going to enjoy it, because his cock, despite his forced participation in her 'event', hardened convulsively every time she put pressure on his anus. The poor man was probably as confused at his reaction as anything else. Few men knew that anal stimulation, done correctly almost inevitably leads to erection and ejaculation, but 'Derek' was getting a crash course, whether he liked it or not.

  Kali, deciding the time was right, slipped one oily finger a knuckle into his tight hairless bottom, and was rewarded by a half despairing squeal of pleasure and disgust from behind the gag. His bottom yielded easily, as she knew from long experience that it would, and she knew he could already accept the smallest of the dildos she had in the drawer. She withdrew her finger, watching the way his asshole clenched, gave his thrumming cock a few longs sweeps of her clenched hand that drew more wet groans from behind the gag, and stood easily to go and get a strap on.

  Kali had a range of these, in various shapes, sizes and colours, but she deliberately chose the smallest and most artificial for this exercise, as she didn’t want 'Derek' to make too close an association between the dildo and a penis, in case it affected his perception of what she was about to do. She strapped the odd apparatus around her hips,
and tied the buckles at a comfortable fit. The unit she had selected was just under six inches long and perhaps an inch across behind the slightly bulbous tip. It was black and sleek, like a wasp's antenna, and it twitched stiffly up and down when her hips moved, as if questing at the air for the scent of its home.

  Kali walked, aggressive and purposeful, towards the helpless man with his nude buttocks so blatantly displayed. He seemed to sense her intentions, for his shoulders drew up and he tried desperately to peer over his shoulder to see where she was. She found his wriggling enormously enticing, for it made his smooth, clean cheeks bunch together deliciously. She found the combination of his helplessness, naked arse and frenzied gyrations totally arousing, in the same way she imagined a man would find a woman in a similar situation. Women fucking men, men fucking women, men fucking men. It was all the same thing when you really got down to it, she decided. She was going to fuck this poor man, and she was going to make sure he enjoyed it as much she did. She sensed his tension rise as she swung one bulky muscular thigh across his clenched buttocks. She smiled as she realised the poor deluded fool thought that might prevent her from penetrating him. Kali settled herself gently down across his slippery bottom-cheeks, enjoying the way her thighs moulded seamlessly to his. The dildo tapped him high on his cheeks, and he wailed hopelessly in to the gag. She rubbed his cheeks possessively, smiling all the time to herself. Kali was in position.

  She forced the dark tip of the dildo in the hairless seam of his clenched ass, not penetrating him, but making his cheeks grip the peg despite his efforts to resist the intrusion. He stiffened, unable to move, for any change in posture might open him up to her assault, and she continued rubbing his tight bottom uxoriously, possessively, delightedly.