Chapter 8

Pepper smiled to herself as she remembered the aftermath of Armstrong-Heatherton's ass rape, how passionate Armstrong was now, wanting to kiss the huge black all over, rubbing his face over the black pumping prick, sucking and licking his hot balls, cleaning his soiled prick and licking his sweating heavy black testicles as the black rested on his knees trying to push the little eager white man away but hardly able to, so agile was Heather as he kept kissing and mumbling and whimpering his gratitude to the huge Negro for fucking him up the asshole!

She was very amused at how servile 'Heather' was becoming, how obedient and slavish, attending to her and even anticipating her wishes and her needs.

And to repay him, for oftentimes she did feel very tender and kind toward him, she would sit in the large easy chair stark naked and hold the frail little naked man in her lap.

The difference in their sizes was more obvious when she would cuddle him in her strong arms, Armstrong, like a young boy holding onto her, suckling on her huge fleshy breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue and letting her play with his little harmless prick, no bigger than a young boy's.

Pepper's hair would be down on her white shoulders and Armstrong would bury his face between her ample breasts, breathing in her sweet sexy perfume as he would quietly nuzzle her cherry nipples with the tip of his nose or, as he would suck on them, Pepper pressing his head closer and closer, her body exuding a sensual warmth in which the frail white man could relax quietly, his little prick stiffening and then dwindling as Pepper's long lean fingers would stroke it, then her nails scrape the measly length of it.

Sometimes she would play with him like a little baby boy. She would put on her high spike heels and her filmy black nylons and her garter belt and play games with him, dancing around the room whie he crawled on his knees, her cunt bare, his naked body glistening from the oils she insisted he coat his body with.

Standing over him in all her towering height, her lovely soft strawberry blonde hair tumbling over her naked shoulders and partially obscuring her full vibrant berasts, so rich and so full and so swollen, poor little Armstrong down on the rug looked unbelievably small to her as she woud straddle her legs over his frail pale body and then hug her knees tighty around his waist or around his head, keeping him prisoner as he would whelp and squeal and plead for her to release the ever-tightening pressure of her squeezing knees.

At other times when he was exceedingly good to her, she would let him stand in front of her as she sat naked on the floor, his groin right in front of her beautiful face, her hands cupping her breasts which he loved to watch as her fingers would squeeze and knead her luscious titties, her nipples so bright and cherry red as she would tease and tickle them to his delight.

Then she would open her wide mouth and stick out her tongue and gently lick his hairless balls and his hairless groin, his little dick sticking up proudly, weaving in front of her tongue, Armstrong hoping against hope that her swift tongue would caress his little prick, and then finally, that moment of extreme bliss when she would glance up at him and then, opening her mouth very wide, swallow both his prick and balls with one slurping gulp, Armstrong looking down in exquisite bliss as she would suck on his hairless genitals while she fondled and stroked her breasts at the same time.

But however glorious and thrilling these sensual moments were for Armstrong-Heatherton, however pleasant and soothing and comforting they were-the others, which he positively dreaded, would send floods of pain and agony through his shuddering body, making him cry and sob like a child, making his flesh creep and his little thin prick whimper and leak his thin seminal juices.

When Pepper was angry with him, the entire scene would resemble just the opposite, the white man cringing and meek as her huge tall body would tower over his tiny frail one, shivering and trembling as he would creep after her high heels, licking the heels and crying out to her to have pity on him.

And when this tragic-comic change in Pepper's attitude toward her slave took place, Armstrong Heatherton was least prepared for it.

For several days Armstrong-Heatherton had important business details to take care of. Now he had many new and expensive clients and his decoration business, thanks to Pepper's helping him, grew into a more flourishing business than he had ever dreamed possible.

During his abscence Pepper finalized her plans. She had long decided that she could never have a so called 'normal' marriage, because no male was as strong as she was, nor was any she came in contact with in any way perverted. Most just wanted her money and she was damned if this would ever happen.

So, she decided to marry Anthony Armstrong-Heatherton-whether he liked it or not!!

He was just perfect for her in more ways than one, and she knew intuitively she could not do much better. She adored being seen in public with him, whether he was dressed as a woman or a man. Her tall erect body striding along the avenues, her long strawberry colored hair cascading over her wide shoulders creating a marvelous contrast with the little creature following at her heels much like a fashionable dog.

Together they would shop for his clothing, masculine or feminine, and Armstrong-Heatherton had never been more fashionably dressed in his entire life.

Pepper bought him expensive wigs and had his ears pierced for earrings. She had an important cosmetician make up his face and teach him how to do it himself. She taught him to walk on spike heels so he wouldn't wobble, and she even fattened him up a bit.

When they went out as 'girls' together, hardly anyone would have ever suspected that Armstrong-Heatherton was of the male sex, and when dressed as a man, few would have given him a second glance except for his very moddish clothing and his dramatic long hair with a neatly trimmed (fake) moustache.

But the event which was to change Armstrong's relative position in the life of Pepper happened when Pepper went to a designer of leather goods and ordered the dildo harness!

This contraption was a sophisticated thin leather harness which could be adjusted to fit either Pepper or Armstrong-Heatherton.

It strapped over the shoulders and across the middle back. It also strapped around the waist and down, like a garter belt, to wrap around the thighs.

As it crossed under the crotch, there were two detachable dildoes made of an expensive plastic rubber compound. Both dildoes had realistic looking testicles and were hollow inside, and both bore such a strict resemblance to the normal, natural penis that in the semi-dark it was hard to determine they were artificial and not authentic prongs.

Pepper also bought a cat-of-nine-tails and an assortment of thin leather thongs. She picked up some thin and also some heavy-linked chains from another source and now her arsenal of pain was almost complete according to her wild, debauched plans.

When she quietly informed Anthony Armstrong-Heatherton that she planned to take him as her husband, he was totally flabbergasted, positively incredulous at the thought. The anticipation of the marriage stunned and astonished him. He was now in complete awe of this tall blonde beauty who wore high spike heels and wielded a strange psychological hold over him.

When he meekly accepted her plans, they took out the license and did the other necessary things. They were married quietly by a judge who thought little or nothing was strange about the union except that the woman was so tall and imposingly beautiful with large, voluptuous and exotic breasts while the groom was so tiny as to be lost in a crowd. But both spoke with slight British accents and this impressed the judge very much.

Most people are impressed with English accents.

Armstrong-Heatherton and his wife, Pepper were happily, if not incongruously united in wedlock. He sublet his apartment and moved into hers, and from that moment on he was her shivering prisoner, her cringing, trembling slave!

He was her shaking, creeping servant, servile and obedient, quivering for her next demand, cowering if she raised her hand,, cringing and meek when she would refuse him something he dearly wanted.

But being married to a magnificent, fiery tempered Amazon who seemed to grow even taller after the wedding, seemed to agree with Anthony Armstrong-Heatherton, for the little man began to put on some weight, but not in the shoulders or on the face or biceps.

It was his behind that filled out, becoming more and more fleshy, and feminine. Also his thighs seemed to expand and, although there was little or no muscle, the flesh was firm if not fleshy, and his skin, from numerous applications of an expensive body lotion, and as clean shaven as it was, fairly soon became almost as soft and smooth as a woman's skin.

The physical change in him was absolutely fantastic, and when he first noticed his breasts beginning to swell from the daily innoculations Pepper syringed into his nipples, he wondered seriously what was magically happening to himself.