Her mind wandered a bit more, however, on the sexual feats of her own past. «Fuck. I guess I am sick.» Or maybe just too powerful for her own sake: once the boy-killer reached the age of eight, she began to ritualistically consume about twenty pieces of a meat a day, every day, without fail. «My palaces were an endless revolving door of dicks. Hell! A new batch of studs arrived even before the semen of the last batch cooled off! It was insane, and those were, like, literally my beginner years!» Once she was ten-years-old, she liked to say, things “got serious.” Quantity and quality of meat walked hand in hand. «There wasn’t a day where my mouth, ass, and pussy didn’t feel forty different kinds of dick. By the age of twelve, I was fucking fifty guys a day, until I got to such power that I literally couldn’t touch a man’s penis without making him explode with cum and orgasms all the time.» The multiple orgasms that men generally associated to women, she gave men—and then some!
By the time she was eighteen, she had mastered the art of consuming a hundred men every day, all the time, as well as the art of fucking for whole weeks uninterrupted. The men she devoured never believed the previous guys once they said, between their panted, desperate breaths, that “she’d been fucking us for five hours straight and she’s been only getting stronger!” Of course, the guys who said that heard the same thing from the guys that came before, and so on and so on, none of the them ever believing anything, of course, until their cocks met the fury of that woman’s untiring vagina.
Eating that stallion monster cock like it was nothing, Imelda felt the semen very close to the doorway of her anus. All that was left were a few inches for the stud to fully, totally conquer her body—if not her spirit, sweeping her off her feet like only her very first few studs ever managed to do. «Again, when I was too inexperienced, too young and clueless of my sex.» Still, after the very first she had had sex—a mere eight-year-old, 6-feet-tall behemoth of a fully grown woman (at least physically)—she still managed to last eight hours without a break, fucking her five powerful studs over and over and over until they were all—all!—begging for her to stop. «I was a fucking mess, but absolutely bloody victorious.» As the waves of semen kept pushing deeper into her guts, she kept travelling deeper into her past, finding more amusement in her endless conquest than in that novel stallion: «mm. I guess his dick has reached full power.» The density of the semen kept piling up, but it seemed unable to gain ground as fast as before. «Maybe if I relax my guts he can make his way to the end, but that’d be cheating.» With the muscles of her arms bulging, the veins booming and sprawling all over her titanium physique, the woman raised her palms and power-slapped her stud’s buttocks, making the guy open his mouth and make a terrible face, almost as if he was going to puke his guts out through his mouth. «Come on, beast boy! You can cum your loader harder than that!»
The bull’s balls were throbbing right on the woman’s abs, their power enough to make them jump and jolt over her body. With her hands firm and warm, the woman power-punched both his testicles and his glutes, making the giant teenager neighed just like a fucking horse, and two more men collapsed on the ground, ejaculating madly while only six remained. “You are a fucking monster.” Leonardo, of all man, tried not to stutter as he confronted the woman with the painful, obvious reality. “You are not… human!”
«Oh, baby,» the woman chuckled (and gagged on the semen) as she made her palms sink on the man’s iron buttocks, his muscles barely enough to contain the atomic power of her slaps, «to your agony and despair, I’m glad to announce that I am, indeed, fully human. I’m just… next level. Maybe the next step in humanity’s evolution, with a blood so bloody good all of humanity put together can barely amount to a few veins of my perfected physique.» With her slaps slowing down, the iron woman thought about the only woman who could possibly measure up to her in grace, power, and sexual splendor. «Only her—her!—is worthy of calling herself my superior!»
The woman. The monster. The goddess. The Queen. Only that mighty woman, who taught her to become a true demigoddess of sex and cock-destruction, was indeed of a finer breed than even herself. «Cursed majesty! How the fuck can you be so bloody perfect?!»
As the stallion came, Imelda searched her past for signs of her superior breeding power, finding them all, however, very much lacking when compared to her Queen. «When we first met, I was a truly arrogant eighteen-year-old. I had just finished my birthday party when she showed up in my castle, totally dry and fresh off cum or sweat—unlike myself.» Sucking and pumping, she felt her body a little cooler, almost as if she was literally travelling to the past, leaving that teenager and those pitiful men behind her. «For my birthday party, I made myself the challenge of fucking as many men as I could in under 24 hours. From midnight to midnight, I fucked over 1,238 men, very few of which actually lasted any longer than half a minute at a time. It was only when the last man fell… that she appeared!» Imelda could still remember, with great fear and tribulation, the bang of her mansion’s doors as the rival barged in without announcement, facing the haughty teenager almost as if they had known each other their whole lives. «She was hateful, and she was my god! Never before had I felt so many disparate emotions for a single person, like… ever!» She was the most beautiful, inhumane goddess in the world, and she was the most despicable devil in the deepest canyons of hell—and, judging by the way she fucked, the latter definitely wasn’t a stretch. «She fucking humiliated me!»
As the Queen stood before her, both women looking at one another as if they needed to say not a single word to communicate clearly and fluently, the young teenager sneered, the twenty-four hours of relentless fucking barely taking any effect on her body. “I see you had your fun.” Were the first words the majesty ever said to her, uttered while slowly—oh, so slowly!—undoing her ropes. “Now let’s see how I measure up.”
The teenager sneered again and laughed, but the sight of the terrifying woman made it very clear that, if anyone could ever challenge her… it was her! “What are you going to do? Fuck this pile I have already fucked?” The younger Imelda stood up atop her ten-feet-tall pile of beaten, defeated men, their bodies so battered and ruined it looked like a herd of elephants had stomped all over them. From her tight, perfect pussy oozed an apparently-endless amount of jizz, which only added to the insane layers of thick cum slowly cooling off all over the beaten, brazen bodies. “If you are one to have used up men, you’re already beaten by m-”
Just that. One word. “Shut.” Not even “shut up” or “shut it,” just… “shut.” As the gigantic woman spoke, whom Imelda could see from afar was much taller, much larger, much harder and more powerful than she could ever hope to be, the haughty teenager obeyed, her lips sealed together almost as if an invisible forced has sewed them with an invisible, hot needle.
“Y-y-yes, ma’am.” Even to this day, when she consumed the endless gallons of sweet jizz from her eighteen-year-old horse-cocked teenager, Imelda couldn’t understand what force had led her to utter those docile, passive words to the complete stranger—or rather, yes, she could understand it very well; she just couldn’t accept it.
As the titan royalty undid layer after layer of her fancy, expensive robes, massive tanks and buses rolled over on the outside of Imelda’s mansion. From these vehicles, heavy and mighty, she could hear thunderous steps making the earth literally tremble all around her. “I’ve got my entourage.” The Queen announced, looking rather pitifully to the pile of hundreds of men Imelda stood over. “Jesus, girl, you have no self-respect? Look at these pathetic boys you just fucked.” The way she giggled, it was like Imelda was some little girl with barely any boobs or butt to her body. “Damn it, you girl! It’s like you barely lost your virginity! The stud’s a see in your mountain of flesh and cum, atop of which you so arrogantly stand, thinking yourself such a great bitch, such an awesome cock-conqueror… oh, ha, ha, ha!” She gave the most arrogant, blood-boiling laughter the woman had ever heard! Meanwhile, as the Queen spoke, the earthquake just got stronger, with the silhouettes and the shadows of her studs appearing on the cum-ridden windows of Imelda’s palace. “How big are they? Eight inches, nine inches?” The Queen walked from side to side, eyeing the pile of semen-smeared men while she undid, artful and graceful, layer after layer of the expensive robes she wore with such unmatched, imperial elegance—a true Queen, indeed, both in physique as in manners. “I can see a twelve-incher from here, oh, I can.” Again, the hateful bitch laughed: “you poor, poor cunt! You’re still virgin! Oh, my pure, pure virgin baby girl! And to think that you’ve spend the past twelve years fucking a bunch of eunuchs. Oh, no, no, no. Tonight, my girl,” the Queen undid the final layer of her ropes, turning to Imelda in all her glorious muscular, “I teach you how to fuck.”
As the final layer of her clothes flowed into the ground, the doors, windows, and walls of the mansion were shattered by what could only be described by a barbarian invasion of muscle-bound giants. «That was the first time… I got a glimpse of real men!» Not entirely true, for sure, but that was indeed the first time Imelda saw so many of those hyper-gigantic men she once thought the rarest of the rare amongst humans: nude, naked, bronze-skinned and dark-haired gorgeous studs who were more horses than men—at least when size was considered—and whose genitals sported such power and virility the temperature within the room went from “hot” to “fucking scalding” in a heartbeat. The smallest of the men were ten inches long with their completely soft members; the biggest of them… «fuck. Fuck! Fuck!!» Imelda began to squirt again, though not with the teenager she was still eating; the memory of those super stallion, as well as the feelings of her innocence, all struck her pussy with the fires of teenage sexual awakening again. «Fuck me god! Those were true, beautiful Bulls!»
The most prized men in the Queen’s harem: the Bulls! The hyper-sexualized, genetically-superior studs whom she was meant to breed and overbreed until the entire Earth was reshaped by their perfect, big-dicked genes. The most indescribable males in all of humanity: Bulls! And they were gathering in Imelda’s palace by the dozens, their size great enough to make her previously-gigantic room look crowded with just a few tens of them. “First, my beautiful,” said the Queen as her rope was still descending, “you’ll need a bigger place. My palace will be a nice abode for our lovemaking once tonight’s deed is done. Then…” Her eyes and Imelda’s were locked, “I’ll teach you the power of my pussy… myself.”
The robe was undone, and Imelda collapsed that very instant. In the Queen’s quarters, consuming the full twenty-five inches of teenage bull dick—the guy had gained an extra inch after all the flood of power thanks to Imelda’s sucking—the men tried to make sense of their dominatrix’s actions, seeing her panting and squirming, finally experiencing orgasms of a woman in heat. They wondered how long… just how long could a single woman torture a man’s cock so hard, never wanting to admit what they knew deep inside: that Imelda could do that shit forever!
The woman was orgasming madly not for the stud, though, but for the memory of the first time she had ever seen the Queen naked. It was a glorious form no human eye was meant to behold, and even the super-sized Imelda, with all her perfect genes, collapsed form her mountain of stud, rolling and banging and kicking down into the ground, until she stopped at the very feet of the uber-muscular beast now standing before her—a woman so unbelievably virile her muscles had muscles with more muscles on top of each other, and so bloody fertile that her gigantic, planet-sized tits were squirting hot, fat thick milk at her every slightest breath. “Wake up, you inexperienced cheap whore.” The Queen gave Imelda the slightest, friendliest of “kicks”—no, not a kick, to be honest, but a mere grazing of her skin with her thumb—yet still Imelda’s 1,200-pound body was hurdled into the mass of men behind her, almost getting stuck in their cum like a fly on a spider’s web while the Queen’s gigantic Bull rubbed shoulders on the crowded room. “You fucked, let’s see…” With her perfect, almost supernaturally-attuned intellect, the Queen counted the total number of men Imelda had consumed, “ah, I see. One thousand, two-hundred and eighty three men in twenty-four hours.” The Queen turned around, and all the Bulls in the place… they immediately… their cocks… they just!!… “Let’s see by how big a margin a beat you.”
Imelda was crying and screaming and orgasming gallons through her pussy as she saw the hyper-virile walls of muscles that was her Queen’s back, culminating down on the most massive, perfect pair of glutes the Universe could ever bestow a living creature. «And her legs!! Oh, god, her fucking legs!!» Outrageously well-endowed legs like Chun-Li’s would look like straws compared to those bulging, rippling, throbbing pillars of power, muscles, and veins that were the Queen’s legs. With the smallest, thinnest of her leg muscular fibers, that Queen already outdid the legs of any woman in all of human existence—even the fictional ones, whereas the Queen was entirely, totally, completely, and unbearably… real! “BY THE FUCKING G-!!!” Imelda was screaming, but that was barely the beginning of her nerve-frying orgasms.
There were the cocks. The massive appendages of the super stallions, all
so imposing when soft, now truly earth-shattering when rigid: *BOOOOOOOM!!!* As the cocks sprouted into fullest hardness, the earth trembled, the castle shook, and the walls, floor, and ceiling where all cracked. *BOOOOOOM!!!* Imelda had never seen those many cocks grew so unbelievably hard so fast and so synchronized; in less than a third of a second, the beastly womb-destroyers went from limb arm-like appendages to true pillars of virility smacking their giant studs on the abs… and sometimes on the pecs. «What-what-what…?!!» Imelda’s mind was frying as she witnessed, for the very first time in her life, cocks so fucking huge that they smacked their men straight in the pecs—and, for some of then, almost right on the fucking chin! «WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE?!!»
The Queen was not one for long introductions, though. As soon as the massive megalondontic dong hit the chests of her supermen, the Queen proceeded to fuck through them one by one, performing the most shocking act of carnality any woman could do to any other living creature. To any inexperienced gaze, what the Queen did to those men might have truly looked like a massacre, with many of them literally being led to a bleeding state by the superwoman’s voracious, cock-breaking fucking, but that was simply all that the Queen could do, her power being such that, even if she wanted to, she could never fuck her men any weaker than that. “Do you see, you stupid child, why our men need to be so big, so genetically and biologically superior?” She shouted, like an absolute boss, while riding seven massive super-sized cocks—three in her pussy, four in her anus—and jerking off twenty-four other gigantic, indescribably-enormous penises—five in each hand, then seven crammed between her bulging arms. “Fuck me, that’s how I like it! Superbeings like us literally can’t have any men smaller! They gotta be studs or they gonna be bad! You’ve been spoiling yourself rotten with these petty pencil dicks you fucked!” Powerfully, with her gaze alone, the Queen instructed her unspoken commands to the surrounding Bulls. “My boys will have to teach a good lesson… once we’re done! For now, my little nun… watch and learn!” She smacked her lips as her dozens of men collapsed, rolling down unconscious on the growing pile of quasi-dead, squirming bodies she was building, and other twenty, twenty-five studs came in to replace their fallen comrades. They had long waited for a chance—any chance—to beat and discipline the unruly majesty, but for years and years on end they were just left with disappointment, humiliation, and defeat. “I want all my holes destroyed. Let’s see how well you fare this time, stallions!” She snapped her fingers, and then Imelda saw her inhuman body be even more inhumanly filled by more cocks than even a literal mare could take. The Queen was overstretched, over-fecundated, over-fucked by ten massive donkey dicks on her anus, twelve gigantic horse cocks on her cunt, about fifty-to-seventy enormous penises all over her body, and well over twenty super-sized womb-destroying member in her mouth.
“Begin!” One of the men roared, and the hundred-plus super studs began to pound the cock-filled bitch in earnest.
Imelda’s castle had collapsed within about five seconds of that giant ball of cock and muscles thrusting inside the Queen’s every hole. The majesty even had a name for it—“engine of cunt destruction”—and it was one of the several tactics her gigantic super bulls developed to try and discipline the Queen a little.
They all failed miserably in the end. “No…!!!” The final of those beast men kept thrusting and thrusting and thrusting inside the Queen’s mouth, seeing his weaker comrades one by one fall around himself. “No… it can’t… it can’t be like that!” The giant mega stud thrust himself with deeper and more desperate force inside the woman’s mouth, making even her enormous, well-develop torso bulge with the leg-thick length and girth of his equine genitalia, but all that he drilled from the beastly woman were sensual gaggles, gurgles, and chuckles. His prick was unloading like a fountain, and Imelda could never swear that a single man could produce so much semen. «It’s been only ten minutes since she’s been fucking these hundred horses, but this one single man has already produced more cum…!!» She looked, absolutely staggered, to the massive pile of her own men behind her—a pile which the Queen now dwarfed with her much superior virility. «All of my men… all of them!…» Imelda was flustered with profound shame, «in twenty-four hours of sex they amounted to nothing but a single load of this single human throat-fucking this… this…!!» She still didn’t know what to call the female stranger back then, you see. «This god!»
The lone men remained atop the pile of defeated Bulls fucking the throat of the giantess with all his gusto until his legs began to buckle and his muscular fibers to nearly snap. With stars in her eyes, Imelda witnessed the power of a Bull pushed to the very limits of his being; an entire muscular mountain depleted of force, completely red with scorching blood and wrapped with bulging, throbbing veins themselves as thick as arms! It was godly, it was heavenly, and it couldn’t last for much long: the semen of the stud exploded from the woman’s mouth and nostrils at every thrust, minutes and minutes on end until the Bull began to roar at deeper tones, his roars becoming longer and longer until they finally started to grow weak, and so on and so on until their weakness transitioned to absolute exhaustion, and the mighty Bull began to die in earnest.
As his titanic body fell backwards, the Queen immediately stood up and grabbed him, swallowing the unimaginable loads of cum so that she could then kiss the stallion on his torso, like a mother putting her son to sleep. “Shh, shh.” She smiled, and then her lips met his. “This was an awesome fuck.” Rivers of jizz flowed down from the 12-feet-high pile, forming a gigantic lake in which Imelda bathed and fecundated herself. “Now, my gorgeous stallion… go to sleep.” The Queen did a single squeeze on the man’s right testicle, and his gigantic body seized up in a painful freezing, his eyes bulging and his jaw dropping before he fell completely asleep and unconscious—that 5-second squeeze putting him down like a hurt animal who’s just been euthanized.
The Queen stood stop her superior pile of stud, looking down upon the poor Imelda, who did her best to keep her consciousness intact. Without a word to the “rival”—if you could even deign calling Imelda such thing—she turned to next batch of 150 super studs who were climbing up the pile, making them halt and waiver before pointing a finger at them, curling said finger, and spreading her arms in a glorious display of muscles. “Alright, y’all. Next!”
She proceeded to destroy those men for the next fifteen minutes. The Queen always enjoyed to let her men have their way with her at first, especially considering that she was “lazy” and didn’t like doing much of the fucking at first. If anything, that was one of the royal’s first lessons to her now-obedient pupil: “if you’re a woman who respect yourself, you wouldn’t even begin to think about fucking a dude’s dick before your pussy was sufficiently warmed up and lubricated with a few millions of gallons of sperm. Let the studs try you out at first, having their way with your every hole, unloading their mightiest loads until their bodies naturally (and inevitably) collapse in exhaustion. Once you start feeling something—anything! Even just a little spark in the cooch—then you can start trying out their cocks in earnest.” Every time Imelda blinked, hundreds upon hundreds of men were raining down like droplets on a rainforest storm, with the Queen making 8-feet, 9-feet-tall muscle behemoths faint with a single squeeze and pump of their cocks, all while thirty, forty, sometimes fifty stallion gang banged her in the nether holes, ejaculating as much combined cum as three Niagara Falls.
With her mansion now destroyed, a crater was formed. An area of the entire state of New York was destroyed as the Queen proceeded to fuck—or rather, be fucked—by her most prized stallion in the first four hours of that exhibitionism, with only a handful of super studs lasting longer than fifteen minutes in her cooch, and the record-holder (at that point) going only as far as “twenty-two minutes, fifteen seconds, and a thousand, eight-hundred and seventy-two fractions of a second.” She grappled her men by the cheeks, prompting in him a look of utter horror (you see, he thought, quite foolishly, that he would be the one to dominate the woman, ha, ha!), and gave him a motherly kiss before twist-squeezing his dick inside her own cunt so bloody hard that…
“OOOOOOOOO-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHH…!!!!!!” The scream. Goddamn, the scream! It was a roar, but it was anything but masculine: it was the ultimate roar of defeat. «Like Kronos being slain by Zeus. The fall of a titan.» Imelda, then much more “used” to the Queen’s performance, licked her lips and bit them with both desire and ambition, coveting that power which seemed so divine and superhuman to her. «She’s… she’s…!!» As she saw the 9-feet-tall body of the giant collapse into the ocean of cum, she had a revelation: «she’s just murdered this man’s masculinity!»
Like the allied invasion of Normandy, an endless sea of places crossed the skies, and from those mighty, gigantic jumbo jets thousands upon thousands of superhuman soldier jumped, splashing on the jizz and making their ways valiantly to the enemy—the Queen. “Alright, then!” The woman stood up, her pile of men now measuring up to 45-feet-high. She stretched her muscles and playfully danced on the pile, beating her own gigantic breasts like a silverback inviting his rivals to a fight. “Time to fuck!”
She proceeded to destroy over a hundred and thirty thousand males in the proceeded twenty hours. By the time she was finished, her pile of men had grown into a literal mountain: 134,587 massively muscular Bulls completely collapsed into a mountain as high as 872 feet, their bodies almost unseen under the much superior coating of semen, which then surpassed about eighty-three trillion gallons of semen.
By the time the woman was done, Imelda saw her holding the last man—a 13-feet-tall, 35-inch-long horse cock yielder—upside down by a single leg, giving his ass playful slaps and kissing his upside-down balls before casting him aside—his penis still ejaculating hundreds of gallons of seed as he swirled down the mountain of muscles and cum. “That’s twenty-four hours, I guess.” With her fists on her hips, the glorious goddess turned to her new slave. “You see, little one, what true power really looks like?” With a single, mighty flex, the Queen expelled all the cum, all the semen, and all the sweat of the other males from her body, and the shockwave left behind a skin as smooth as a baby’s—with, of course, muscles as hard as the core of a metallic planet. “Now, time for you to experience it!” The Queen stepped down towards her pussy, who in turn pissed and ejaculated in utter fear and arousal. “Nah, nah, no turning back now. I’m gonna fuck you like no human being has ever been fucked before.”
Once the Queen got to spitting distance, Imelda realized that the woman hadn’t broken a single bead of sweat herself. “What the f-??!!” As she was grabbed by her legs and pussy-pounded away at the speed of light, Imelda could barely complete her question once the Queen started to give her a crash course in fucking.
Gulping and gargling on the semen of her amazing stallion, Imelda reflected on her ultimate humiliation—an event so traumatic that it made her a little pitying, if not respectful, of the men she now humiliated. «She banged for five days straight.» Back then, tsc!, that was all that Imelda could take. «And she took it so bloody easy!»
She had banged the arrogant teenager until Imelda was forced to relent and beg for her to stop. Even fainting or passing out weren’t a option for the teen; with her superhuman fingers, the Queen could literally jolt life back into the squirming, screaming, squirting teenager, and then keep alive and sane for as long as her pussy could take her pounding without literally catching fire. “I GIVE UP!!! PLEASE!!!” The arrogant teenager begged for the first time in her life: “PLEASE, STOP!!! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!”
And just like that, *plim!*, the Queen pressed a few spots in the woman’s pussy and then, *plim-plim!*, Imelda fell asleep like a baby, waking up on the Queen’s arms only many weeks later. “That was some awesome resilience you just displayed.” The Queen kissed her, treating her like her baby. “Now… let me teach you to be more like me.” Thus began Imelda’s teaching—one which she didn’t know if it was a blessing, or Hell’s most painful, unyielding curse.
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