Satan dials 1-666-COLLECT by TDM (MF nc fist snuff) by TDM

The clamping of feet pounded the hardwood floor of the cramped studio within the old crumbling building on 57th street. Dancers in sweats and ankle braces and knee wraps and sweaty tops going through motions of rhythmic physical expression. The music was obtuse and obscure; chiming mixed with steel drums.

Black faces and white faces and Asian faces showed the strain of exertion and the concentration of keeping the count. A dozen graceful forms moving in a myriad of patterns. Translating the sounds to movement.

The girl in front watched the mirror running the length of the studio as best she could while executing her own required positions. Then she stood and turned to the others.

“Okay take 15 minutes, get some water. Elizabeth, I think you need to stretch out some more, you look like you are made of wood.”

“All right.” The light black skinned girl answered.

“She just needs some SEX!” One of the others called, and laughter filled the musty room. They were all grateful for a moment of levity to ease this grueling session.

Melanie moved quickly to the hall and then to the staircase. Her trained trim legs and hips moving like poetry. The choreographer was serious when she had said 15 minutes. They were all expected to be back punctually. The redhead skipped nimbly down flight after flight until reaching the lowermost landing. The support bra she wore suppressing her very large bosom, so that it bounced only slightly. Melanie had 38DD breasts. The two big round balloons completely out of place above her very thin waist and long elegant legs. The athletic bra could constrict them to the point where she could still dance, but she was scheduling reduction surgery anyway.

The payphone hung on the re-plastered wall, the spotty lighting of the 200 year-old structure capturing it in a circle of light. Portions of the landing were more dimly lit. Some corners dark.

The rehearsal was going much later than was planned. Melanie had to reach the phone. She suddenly thought that she really should call Jimmy and talk to him. Her 4-year old son was with her neighbor. She was going to be a couple hours late getting home and Jimmy would certainly be asleep by then. Her boy would cherish just a moment of contact with ‘mommy’. Enduring once again a long day spent with a stranger.

But there was another call Melanie simply HAD to make. And time was short.

“I’m sorry Jimmy.” She thought. She had to call Carlos. Melanie was supposed to meet her cocaine supplier tonight after rehearsal. She had gotten the money together, but she wasn’t going to be able to be at the meeting place for the ‘buy’. She could go another day or two with what she had, but definitely wanted to reschedule to get more tomorrow or the next day. Plus Carlos would beat the shit out of her if she didn’t show without a call. The sexy redhead had taken innumerable punches from the dealer; he seemed to enjoy connecting his knuckles to beautiful girls. Melanie didn’t want to give him a reason. Rescheduling was probably a reason enough, she thought with a groan. But it would be ten times worse if she didn’t call at all.

Wearing her pink tights which hugged her dancer’s legs and slim hips, and a sweatshirt a size too large (which helped to obscure her massive chest - squeezed even as it was in her constrictive bra) Melanie picked up the receiver. Change! She hadn’t brought any money with her!

She was completely alone down on the first floor of the tenement. It was late. The restaurant that was squeezed on the floor below the studio (everything in New York City was squeezed into the space allowed) was closed. It was four floors back up to the studio. She had no time to run back up the stairwell and return to the phone. She would have to call collect.

She punched the metallic “0” button, prefixing her intended phone number to make it a collect call.

“What are you doing?” A raspy voice from beside her. Whirling in surprise, Melanie found that a tall broad man had come up out of nowhere! What kind of accent had that been? Latin? He wore an overcoat like a shroud. A large dark fedora style hat left his face in shadows.

Completely put off by the sudden appearance, Melanie tried to stutter a reply. If she had seen this giant figure when she had descended the last flight (hadn’t she looked around - she was sure she had) the girl would have turned right around and vaulted back to the studio! Yet here he was directly beside her, dwarfing her petite frame with his incredible bodily dimensions. Seven feet tall? Taller probably! Weren’t all these type men already playing pro basketball?

“I…I was making a call…” Melanie’s eyes were captivated by the shadowy figure. It’s shoulders and barrel chest so broad as to clearly not fit through a regular doorway without turning sideways. While the shadow seemed to be drinking in the young dancer’s body. The fiery red hair. Long but tied up above her head in a swirl. The beautiful face and shimmering green eyes.

Her graceful neck led the way to her succulent cleavage. The sports bra obscured Melanie’s large nipples from showing against her sweatshirt. The tyrannical article of clothing making the glorious 38DD appear closer to 36B’s. But the truth could not be denied the ominous foreigner.

The sweatshirt hung in loose folds below her chest. Melanie’s slim waist nowhere to be seen beneath the material. Then the pink spandex tights, while denying the vision of her flesh, delineated quite succulently every curve and muscle of her hips, thighs and calves. Melanie felt his gaze, and self-consciously stood so that he could not more than glimpse the firm fullness of her athletic buttocks. She also placed her empty hand across her chest, gripping her opposite shoulder, attempting to obscure her chest. This guy just reeked of horniness! She could feel him staring her up and down.

“What kind of call were you making?” It hissed hotly at her. The voice seeming to both whisper in her ear and boom and reverberate off the walls at the same time. What kind of conversation was this? Melanie’s mind was still in a whirl. She had kept firm grip on the telephone receiver, thinking perhaps she could scream and use it as a club if she was attacked. Far above her she thought she heard the music start up again. They would begin without her she knew, rehearsal time was too important. So much for her screaming though, who would hear?

“a…a collect call…I don’t have any change.”

“You dialed ZERO for a collect call! Haven’t you learned! BITCH!” Melanie’s jaw opened at the ferocity of the verbal abuse. The figure shucked its hat and shrugged off its overcoat. Revealing a beat-red skinned monstrosity. Horned and fanged, sporting a long reptilian tail which reached to the floor and coiled around and around.

“What’s it going to take for you to LEARN! You fucking SLUT!” The young girl’s heart nearly leapt out her chest with fright! Then with blinding speed, the beast’s taloned claws were upon her. One invincibly strong arm grabbing her neck and lifting her into the air. The other grasping the phone.

“Aaghh! Let me go! What do you want? What do you want from me?” Melanie struggled like a doll in the Dark Lord’s grasp. Legs scissoring, and boobs wobbling side to side and a little up and down (confined still in their blasted prison).

“I’m going to teach you how to make a proper collect call” A long forked tongue licking it’s chops. “and I’m going to enjoy it.” With a talon it clicked the hang up lever so that a dial tone again sounded from the receiver. Then it moved its razor sharp claw to Melanie’s long shapely dangling legs. Using its index finger like a knife, it began to cut the terrified girl’s spandex. Starting at her ankle and working upward along the outside of her leg to her waist. The tight elastic material contracted severely as it was sliced. The dancer’s perfectly sculpted leg was slowly bared.

Satan stopped cutting at her waist with only an inch of Spandex left at the top of Melanie’s left leg. Then, slowly and luxuriously, the huge evil creature began cutting up the right leg. Again starting near her ankle and purposefully slicing upwards. Melanie watched her pink dancing tights being slowly snipped from her. Her long devastating legs being revealed in an exotic rape striptease. The prospect of rape leapt into her brain and flooded it.

“please…please…please don’t do anything to me…I have a small child…” The towering muscle bound demon stopped its cut an inch from the top of the tights so that both sides matched. The frayed spandex leggings retracted, shrinking. The pink garment hung down now between her legs, with only a thin spandex strip around each hip. The ruined garment only curtaining the chick’s private parts now. Incredibly sexy. The girl wore no panties under the stretch pants, and her hips were bare along the sides.

What a total hot fucking babe, Satan thought. Those big tits filled out that cotton sweatshirt and then some! Pushing out her shirt so that the bottom of the shirt hung about 5 inches away from her hard belly. Watching those trained muscled legs squirm in mid-air was a sight for an instant boner erection! Ah, the beautiful, emotional face. Were those tears welling in her green eyes? With an inspired dexterous claw swipe, Melanie’s hair was released from its tie. The deep red locks cascading majestically down past her waist, the long full-bodied hair nearly reaching to the back of her knees!

“Oh my, my little dancer, oh my oh my oh my!”

Razor sharp talons struck at the sweatshirt next, leaving a row of straight cuts like music bar lines diagonally across Melanie’s chest. Another swipe, and more cuts criss crossing those from before. Another slash, shreds of the shirt wafting toward the ground. Another and another and the sweatshirt disintegrated into strips of cloth which fell like feathers to the floor.

Melanie’s big tits visibly strained against the black sports bra. Well, the Hellspawn decided, those puppies deserve some fresh air!

“Please…no…whatever you are…don’t hurt me…” Tears did now begin in earnest. The continuing display of irresolute power of the beast crushing the young girl’s spirit like a twig. Then SLASH! The prudish sport bra was shorn apart down the center. The massive tits outright popped up in newfound freedom. The clipped black bra shooting away like an elastic band.

The volleyball sized hard globes bounced and jiggled ecstatically, released at last! Melanie did not share the enthusiasm of her hard nippled bosom. Her luscious hot body had now been forcibly stripped near to naked! Bare from the waist up, only the smallest fabric on each hip was between her and losing the remnant of her exercise outfit. Total nudity!

The pay telephone unit was mounted onto the wall so that the dialing buttons were at eye level, and had a small overhang overtop from which a small light shone onto the buttons. This formed a ledge of sorts. With the smallest of efforts, like lifting a doll, Satan raised Melanie and placed her onto this little outcropping above the telephone. The girl’s legs straddled the unit, hanging to each side, and her back was straight up against the wall behind her. The long Barbie doll like gams were both completely uncovered because what remained of her spandex hung to the center. Every movement sent Melanie’s big round orbs into undulating motion.

Once she was situated, the grotesque devil brought up the hardened plastic phone receiver on its long steel coiled wire. Melanie watched it place the black object between her squeezebags.

“Push your tits together, cum slut!” It demanded. Pushing her mountainous knockers together over top the phone, the receiver disappeared from view underneath a landslide of firm tit flesh. Melanie’s long delicate fingers spread in wide fans across the outside of her balloons.

“Delicious!” The evil one commented.

Melanie watched the stinking creature rub her nipples lustfully. Groping her big melons, pushing them together. She felt its scaley palms and fingers molesting her silky soft tit skin. Then it began to push the phone receiver between her boobs. Back and forth, fucking her cleavage with the phone. The black piece jutting out the top of her bosom each stroke, then being pulled back through her breasts. Sending tremors through the twin globes with each thrust.

“You like getting tit fucked don’t you Melanie? You love feeling a hard organ pumping inside those great tits, don’t you.” The young victim could only watch in humiliation as Satan continued its simulated tit sex with the phone receiver. Becoming more and more forceful, starting to really slam the hard object between her tits. It was starting to hurt more and more, and was certainly beginning to cause bruises on the sensitive boobs.

“I asked how much you love tit sex, you stupid slut! So tell me how much you love wrapping these hard tits around long tools!” The vicious demon was ramming the phone brutally between the mammaries. Melanie could feel it pounding against the insides of her breasts. The pain level was increasing terribly.

“I…I… love tit sex…” Melanie’s voice was unconvincing. The devil continued phone fucking her rack with severe maliciousness.

“I love tit sex!” Melanie yelled, crying from pain and degradation. Figuring what the sadistic bastard was after. “I love it between my big tits! Fuck my boobs! Please fuck me between my tits! Harder!” Melanie’s voice tried to impart lust and desire, for the pain was awful.

“Come on! (suppressed whimper), Slam it in between by big round tits and fuck me! Harder! Fuck my tits off! I want you to fuck my tits off!”

The horrid immense assailant slackened its abuse of her ripe melons. Until the phone was slowly and luxuriously pumping her.

“That’s better. I just knew girls with big tits loved tit sex! But my, aren’t you passionate about it? Do you really want me to fuck your tits off?” Melanie’s eyes widened in genuine terror. But of course, it couldn’t mean that literally.

“Yes…yes please. Fuck my tits, please. Fuck my big tits off. Do it!” It was torturing her body and her mind, Melanie understood. Getting in her head. If she was able to ride this through, she might live. The life of a rape victim, but life nonetheless. The phone receiver reached toward Melanie’s chin at the end of each stroke through her cleavage.

“Lick it Bitch!” The demon nodded toward the black object and it was clear that Melanie was being ordered to lick the phone each stroke.

She resisted the command a moment, but the fire burning in the being’s eyes shone with terrible fanaticism. Melanie bent her neck, putting her chin near the center of her collarbones. Each tit fuck brought the phone to within an inch of Melanie’s pink lipsticked lips. She watched her tits being raped for a couple more strokes; it seemed the demon was actually deriving pleasure from phone fucking her. As if it had sensation with the telephone. Then the agile dancer stuck out her wet tongue.

The phone smacked wetly against her outstretched tongue, and Melanie saw that the evil dirty thing attacking her delighted in this too. So she tried harder. Licking forcefully across the receiver. Running her tongue all around the end of it each time the fuck stroke brought it to her mouth. Her tongue soon thick with saliva, trails of spit attaching to the phone and dragging back to her round boobs, so that now the insides of her tits were wet with her drool.

“I know you want to suck it, slut. I know you want to take it in your mouth.”

There was a click over the line, and then a small voice.

“Hello?”

Melanie heard her 4 year-old’s voice just as the receiver reached her open mouth, and she licked it with a loud wet slurp. The pullback gave her a moment.

“Jimmy!” She called. The malevolent deity fucking her ripe breasts threatened with its dark visage, so Melanie continued to lick and suck the phone each time it came to her mouth. Her drool had gotten to be quite plentiful. A wide slick trail stretched from her chin to the valley of her cleavage. Dozens of glistening ropes of spit.

“Mommy is that you? What is that funny sound?” Melanie’s wet lip smacking and sucking sounded throughout the dingy first floor landing.

“Tell him his mommy is a slut!” The resonant voice seemed to sound directly inside her ears. The beast leered at her savagely, so as the phone popped back out of her mouth, Melanie spoke.

“ <suck> <slurp> Honey, your mommy is a slut.” The light sing song tone that was Melanie’s natural conversing voice did not satisfy the evil being. It wanted emotion. It bared malformed, jutting fangs at her, then seemed to glance at the receiver. Threatening her son?

“Mommy what is a srut?” The 4-year old voice piped softly.

“<suck> <lick> Mommy is a fucking SLUT, baby. Mommy’s a juicy wet whore!” This is what the demon wanted. The evil thing formed its face into a snarl. More tears flowed across the girl’s beautiful cheeks.

“What is frudding? What is srut? When are you coming home mommy?”

“Mommy wants FUCKED! <suck> <slersp> Slam me like a SLUT while my little boy listens! I want to get pounded like a whore <suck> <slurp> until I scream.” Melanie arched her back, thrusting her bulky breasts forward. She began kneading the sides of her boobs, and pushing them up and down in rhythm with the phone fucking her cleavage. Her hips began to gyrate against the quasi-phone booth she was sitting upon.

“Mommy wants FUCKED with that thing! <suck> <lick> Fuck me, I’m a FUCKING SLUT! I want it!” She looked deep into the infernal eyes of her assailant. Though frightened by the intensity there, she held the sexual glare. Her teeth clenched and she pursed her lips, her nostrils flared with the look of wanton desire.

“Mommy are you dancing?” Jimmy asked; quite puzzled by the weird way his mom was talking.

“Come on, fuck me like a real slut! <suck> <slurp> Fuck my brains out so my little boy can hear me moan like a whore. <suck> <lick> Honey, mommy is a fucking cunt baby! Mommy wants it to fuck up inside her! <suck> <slersp> Listen to mommy get fucked deep!”

With terrible ferocity the monster yanked the receiver from between her breasts with a loud wet noise (since Melanie’s big boobs were now sopping with her saliva). Melanie watched in horror, as it moved the phone to her crotch. No! No, no, no. Please don’t do it! But she could not say anything. She knew the demon could harm her child if it decided to.

“Mommy you’re making me scared.” Jimmy more faint now with distance.

The remains of her spandex were ripped away, leaving the hard bodied babe completely naked. The hard black phone piece was against her outer pussy lips. Slick with her drool. Please, the dancer prayed, just leave me alone! But she knew it was not to be so. She had no choice.

“DO IT! SHOVE IT IN ME! I’M A GODDAMN SLUT, I WANT IT! GIVE ME ALL OF IT!”

Wham! The devil jammed it in. Ramming through her labia, entering her vaginal canal. Stretching her pussy painfully.

“AAGHHHHHH!” Melanie followed her genuine scream with a couple wracked intakes of breath, then whimpers. It was no longer necessary to act dirty. The forceful penetration brought a flood of valid anguish. The upper portion of the phone was in her, the earpiece. The devil twisted it around inside her. Clockwise, then back again. It rubbed around her pussy walls, punching against her G-spot.

To her own shock, Melanie felt her clit grow erect, pushing out of its hood. Was she really a fucking dirty slut after all? The panicking girl thought to herself.

“…mommy…” Little Jimmy’s voice came muffled from inside her pussy. Audible only when the phone was turned so that the earpiece was faced up under her navel. She could not hear him when it twisted around the other way inside her. She saw that the mouthpiece was yet outside her cunny, and she knew what would please Satan.

“<moan> Come on, I’m a fucking slut, give it to me! Deeper! <moan> I want ALL of it! I want my baby to hear me scream from a REAL fuck!”

Then for the first time Melanie noticed the large medical needle it now held in its hand. It looked long and sharp and nasty - about 9 inches long! The needle growing thicker along its length, as thick as her smallest finger at it’s midpoint! With complete horror she was helpless to but watch the evilness plunge the tip into her clit.

“AAGHHHHHHH!” Melanie screamed with the pain of all hell. The needle emerged, piercing her clit through. Then pushing further so that the piercing was skewered upon wider and wider portions of the needle.

PUNCH! Satan rammed the entire phone inside Melanie’s twisting jerking body. The girl gagged from shock, then let out a steady wail, which grew higher in pitch as the creature pushed deeper. It’s hand yet clasped the lower part of the phone, so the elite dancer’s pussy stretched and stretched, now getting fisted by the huge behemoth as well. Deeper. Deeper. Melanie went into spastic convulsions, her tits shaking and her legs kicking.

Deeper, half the giant’s forearm up inside between her legs, still twisting the phone around and around as it smashed through her cervix and into her womb. The redheaded babe’s eyes bulged. Veins jumped along her temple and forehead and neck. The terrible strain upon her body sending waves of pain and shock throughout her body and brain.

Melanie’s tight hard washboard abs displayed the inexorable progress of the gargantuan’s arm as it pushed deeper and deeper inside her own body. Up to it’s elbow now! Her pussy lips now stretched double that any human baby could during childbirth. Now past the elbow! The steel coiled phone cord running up into her as the phone went further and further.

The receiver was at her neck! The monster’s tremendous bicep now plunged into her. Deeper, deeper, the phone going up the girl’s throat from the inside, deforming her neck in it’s progress. Melanie’s sparkled green eyes rolled up into their sockets. Her body twisted and jerked as if electric jolts were going through it. Then Satan had her completely, her pussy at his shoulder. The entire length of his massive muscled arm violating her lithe form.

The phone receiver pushed partly out her mouth. The earpiece portion jutting from her lips beneath her now unseeing eyes.

“If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and dial again.” The middle aged feminine monotone sounded in the first floor foyer. All else was quiet. Melanie’s unmoving body atop the phone booth unit.

“If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and dial again.”