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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #15 on: January 17, 2017, 03:12:40 pm »
Not for the faint of heart--you've been warned... Thanks for all support! :)

- In the blue corner we have our local hero, our beloved He-man, the Beast from the East: John 'the killer' Ray! 200 pounds of magnificent male muscle, a terror for his male opponents, a gift for his numerous female fans! Never lost, killed 10 of his 30 opponents in the cage. Give him a cheer, folks!

The audience goes berserk: the supporting cheers from the local crowd give John back some of the confidence that has sunk to underground level. He performs an impressive double-biceps pose which would look awesome in any other situation, but now it looks ridiculously inferior compared to the unreal, pumped-up musculature of the busty Latina in front of him.

- Quite a record you got there, champ. 10 fuckin' kills! I'm wetting my pants. Don't be too hard on me, John, will ya?

Denise smilingly looks at the impressive boner in his pants. She knows she could force him to spill his seed without even the slightest of physical stimulation. Men usually just do not last long when she is around...  But she has other plans: she proudly strikes a double-biceps pose herself, obviously wanting to humiliate him. Her body is so erotically perfect, her demeanour so powerfully sensual. John may be a notorious gym freak, but he has never seen arms like that on a man, let alone on a busty babe like this! He can see the veins snaking over her outrageously pumped biceps--their bulging density and extraordinary differentiation is highlighted when she slowly opens her clenched fists and spreads her long-nailed fingers like claws. With Denise flexing becomes poetry in motion. He can only look in total admiration how the shiny muscles of her upper arms seem to live a life of their own--he is scared shitless: if these arms only have a fraction of the power they appear to have, this gorgeous überbabe can tear him to pieces and she would not even have to try hard!

- Yeah, sure babe. Let's be gentle on each other, OK?

Denise grins sadistically as she smells his fear, his emerging panic. This is where the busty powerchic thrives on: the moment when her victims realize it is all over, the moment they see she is in total control and there is nothing they can do about it. This is usually the moment they start begging for their lives, and start pleading for mercy. They would do anything she asks them--even the most outrageous stuff, like eating their own shit or swallowing their own balls--hoping she will be gentler on them, hoping she will let them live. How they hope! How gladly they comply with any of her sick, sadistic orders. And then there is the second moment: the moment they realize she is going to slaughter them anyway, in spite of all the crazy stuff she has put them through. The first moment breeds the second. The second moment needs the first. This is usually the moment she gets off.

- Hehe. You're scared, aren't you? You'd better be. The last guy I was gentle with begged me to finish him off and I couldn't blame him: I'd been riding his face for hours and I wanted to return the favor. So, I fistfucked his ass until I was able to push this baby in.

And Denise points at the crazy boulder of her right biceps, which even unflexed would be no match for an asshole...

- Can you imagine, John? Can you imagine this arm up your asshole?

John's face turns white-- he is on the brink of hyperventilating. He is absolutely petrified. This woman is totally sick, completely fucked-up.

- No, you can't. But I don't mind, John. Imagination cannot win from reality, can it?

She raises her right arm, grasps the back of her head and flexes her bicep, the spectacular mound of muscle growing to almost fill the open space between her head and arm. Denise slowly turns her head to kiss it, to sensually lick it. John notices a muscle that is even bigger than his well-developed thighs, a comparison almost too much to believe. He was always proud of his thighs in the gym, boastng with their size and definition. But Denise's physique is simply out-of-this-world: huge yet perfectly proportioned, defined yet curvy, bulging with power yet ultra-feminine! His eyes remain fixed on the giant vein running from her thumb to her shoulder, loving the way that it splits in two right on top of her ballooning bicep, one travelling up to her shoulder, the other wrapping under her arm and magically reappearing in her armpit, His eager eyes explore her well-formed upper-body and find a new tributary of veins, starting at her neck and webbing out to each pectoral, stopping at her huge breasts--her breasts being an orgasm-triggering magnificent double-D and probably the only part of her mighty body together with her Brazilian ass without obvious vascularity. Her thick, perfectly shaped nipples invitingly poke through her shiny tank top.

- ... You're... you're... ... insane...

Denise smiles her smile that would icecaps. Her full, shiny red lips are so fucking sexy! Imagine these hot lips licking your earlobes, whispering naughty words in your ear. Imagine them kissing your lips, wetting them, sucking your tongue into her eager mouth. Imagine these lips around your cock, blowing you into a heavenly bliss, sucking you dry. Denise is wilder than your wildest fantasy!

- I'm a Pentagon-reigistered psychopath, John. Been training for years with the U.S. military to become their ultimate killing machine. I'm training with the elite of the elite. With the best of the best.

Denise flexes her rippling football sized shoulders and bulging traps, slowly and menacingly bringing her arms outward. As she wiggles her fingers she snickers at the dancing muscles fibers consolidating into her forearms, triceps and biceps, pumping her monstrously massive muscles across her arms. John is beyond himself; panic is written all over his face, in twenty languages.

- You know what I did to the last guy I was gentle with, John? I inserted my monstrous arm in his ass hoping he would like it. I totally fucked up his abdomen, and tore his ass apart, ripping it wide open, creating him a brand new asshole. My arm was so pumped that it completely destroyed his pelvis, cracking it open from within. You should have heard him scream and beg... Then I ordered him to walk and told him that if he succeeded to stand up, I'd still be gentle on him. Hahaha! It was pathetic to see how desperately he tried to get up. No one walks with a fractured pelvis, you know... I pulled him up by his hair and started kneeing him in the groin, muffling his horrified screams by pushing his face hard against my tits. Oh God, I lost count of how many times I landed my bulging quads with devastating force into his crotch, but by the time his guts were covering my beautiful legs and blood was dripping down my diamond-shaped calves, he was more dead than alive. He begged me to kill him. I couldn't care less and let him bleed to death.

- Holy God... Oh my God... Please, Denise. You win... You win.

- I might be gentle on you too, John. I like my men big, hard and obedient.

From his privileged place in the VIP-lounge Matt witnesses how his ultra-muscular girlfriend shoves her hand in John's pants and grabs hold of his stiff cock, checking the goods--it is like the mirror image of the actions Bethany performed in his own pants. To the crowd's amazement, she rips off his pants and exposes his huge cock which is standing rigid as a pole, ready to cum big time.

- Fuck, John. You're certainly more man down there than up here in the cage!

She delicately runs her fingers over his huge shaft, savoring his erection--an incredible specimen longer than 9 inches and beautifully thick--, reveling in her ability to arouse and terrify him in equal measure. John starts to tremble all over, terrified by her experienced touch, yet fully at her command.

- Now, jerk off, John. I want you to masturbate. Show me the works, baby!

John looks in disbelief at the huge female in front of him. She sexily peels her denim hotpants off her ballooning and shiny bubble-butt and sensually moves it down her endless legs bulging with unimaginably atrophied muscle. Like a pro-stripper she sexily kicks her pants in his direction, revealing her perfectly shaved sex. An audible stir goes through the public. Most men in the audience have a tissue moment, cumming hard and uncontrolled. John is quite aroused too: his cock is rock-hard, throbbing in anticipation, but he hesitates to jerk off in front of an audience...

- Look, John. I'm not used to being disobeyed and I'll show you why.

Quick as lightning she grabs his left arm, pulls it behind his back and starts stretching it behind his back--terribly slowly and in total control. The pain is immediate and overwhelming. John feels her long nails dig hard into his flesh, his carefully built biceps helplessly yield to the superior grip of her gloved fingers. Any other person would have to yank the arm to be able to break it, but Denise smilingly pushes her fingers through his flesh--destroying his biceps--grabs the upper arm bone and simply pulls his entire limb out of its shoulder socket with a sickening wet crack. She mocks him when she asks with a melodious voice:

- See what happens?

Her question goes lost in a loud, primal scream filling the stadium. John spontaneously drops to his knees, kneeling in front of the muscle goddess who disdainfully throws away his useless arm. His shoulder is bleeding profusely. He is beyond defending himself. In an explosion of brutal force she kicks him full in the face, destroying his lower jaw, kicking out half of his teeth. She is careful not to let her razor-sharp stiletto heel hit his head or it would crush his skull and kill him instantly. It takes quite some practice to be able to do that, but when you have snuffed out more than 10.000 men, you are not lacking in practice... Matt stares on with shock and fear while the rest of the audience looks on with confusion and interest.

- Now asshole, jack off!

Half-conscious, helplessly lying on his back, John is in terrible pain. Gurgling sounds escape from the ghastly hole that was once his mouth: he has completely regressed into a state of suffering and never saw the second kick coming. With delicate precision but with brutal force Denise's booted foot hits his lower jaw again, kicking it loose and sending the rest of his teeth all over the place in a huge spray of blood. His crushed jaw is dangling in an awkward angle from his face, which is ghastly mutilated.

- Oh yeah, baby! What are you waiting for? Jerk. Off. I want your jizz dripping all over my quads and thighs.

John is too much engrossed in his private agony to enjoy the otherworldly beauty of her thick bulging quads. With visible pleasure the voluptuous vixen cartwheels around her victim, showing how the combination of ample curves, gravity, extreme muscularity and gymnastic movement may produce poetry in motion. In a fluent tumble she elegantly plants her razor-sharp spiked high-heels next to his body and slowly spreads her legs over his right arm in an impressive straddle split. She eagerly pushes her sizzling pussy over his elbow--he is just able to register the delicious hotness of her dripping wet labia.

- I'm so fucking horny.

Suddenly she yanks his arm upwards and pulls his elbow joint the wrong direction. With an eerie cracking sound, she simply breaks his arm. John is beyond himself: the pain is immediate, intense, excruciating. His icy screams are heart-rending. The shocked audience is witness of how Denise starts bucking her hips, moving her wet pussy over his fractured arm, riding it. Her beautiful big bouncing boobs under her tank top are attracting all attention as the curvy size queen is shamelessly driving herself to orgasm.

- I know it's very un-American of me to take your right to bear arms. But you're so fucking weak!

Denise grabs his hair, brutally pulls him upwards and throws him against the iron bars of the cage like a ragdoll. John crashes against the iron with a terrible crunch before he falls back to the ground like a lead weight with a dull thud. He is more dead than alive now, having resorted into a foetal position. He sobs silently, as if he is hoping she is going to be gentler on him. Through his tear-filled eyes he can see her booted feet and shiny upper legs, her quads easily bulling outward towards a freaky 40 inches of raw, shredded feminine thickness!

- Yeah, they're big and bulging, aren't they? ... And yes, they've scissored men in two. Crushed hundreds of suckers between them...

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All of a sudden one of the officials enters the cage and proudly announces Denise as the winner, much to the discontent of the sultry brunette. The audience cheers when Denise starts her tumbling series--quick and agile like a tigress--with a front walkover and tumbles towards the visibly frightened man finishing her impressive gymnastic exploits with a tucked double front, landing on his shoulders! The man collapses under her immense weight and falls over, landing on his back. She pushes her well-rounded ass into his face and sensually moves her hands over his belly in the direction of his crotch. Her gloved fingertips slowly reach his belt, fumble over the latch, but eventually quickly give up and unceremoniously snap it in half, tearing belt and pants off of his body. Denise does not have to do any work--as usual--as she lightly draws her gloved finger up the underside of his ludicrously tiny organ getting it erect instantly. Men are just so easy: one trained finger is enough to totally control them. She bites her lip in anticipation knowing that without a little extra work he would no doubt finish too early--like most men she fucked.

- Lick!

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #15 on: January 17, 2017, 03:12:40 pm »

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #16 on: January 18, 2017, 01:14:23 am »
So good to see you back Hero141! Love latest addition to the story. Denise tumbling and doing back flips to intimidate her male victims is really relates with me. Karma+

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #17 on: January 18, 2017, 04:39:09 am »
Great addition to the story! Denise oozes sex just as much as muscle.

Did you have a particular direction in mind for the full story yet, or are you still considering different options?

However you decide to go with the story, can you put a scene where Denise or one of the other girls does a long series of back handsprings? That's my favorite tumbling sequence.

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #18 on: January 22, 2017, 11:03:58 am »
Deal!

Thanks! Looking forward to it.

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #19 on: February 18, 2017, 12:36:11 am »
Love to see more of the story soon!

Denise is the kind of powerful woman who I can really admire and envy her great strength and her femininity.

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #20 on: March 13, 2017, 09:09:06 am »
And the story continues. Sorry for the delay... Enjoy!  :)

The cage official immediately starts to lick her ass--without the slightest hesitation. The tone in her order is so commanding, so in charge, that it chills him to the bone. While her hands expertly move over the typical fat, white belly of a middle-aged man, his hands wildly grab her ballooning, slippery glutes, astonished by their sexy firmness and hyper-muscular development. The sheer size of her bulging muscular legs make his skull look ridiculously small and frail--as if one flex of her lethal quads would squash his head like an overripe grape. He has no idea what he is about to experience.

- Pathetic fuck: that's a fuckin' toothpick you got there... If I gave you a blowjob, your cock wouldn't even get past my lips! Hahaha! You're absolutely worthless.

Denise disdainfully takes his inferior penis between her gloved thumb and index. His cock stands out at its full length, engorged with blood, throbbing with pleasure, totally at the command of the busty orgasmatrix: a mere 4 inches of male hardness...

- How do you deepthroat a penis like that? I want size, you fuck. Pornsize! I'll show you how I treat men with.

Totally in control she moves her ass up his face so he is forced to lick her juicy clit. God, she is smokin' hot! Her pussy is dripping wet. She slowly moves her thumb and index up and down his prick once, forcing him to do his utmost best to control his emerging orgasm. His hands grab her Brazilian bubble-butt feeling the power of her striated glutes vibrate through his hands and down his arms. His fingers move over the slippery flesh and a quick squeeze shows there is no give at all! Her ultra-sexy ass feels like velvet wrapped stainless steel! This female beauty is the combination of a ravishing sex goddess, a femdom porn queen, a sultry muscle monster and a ruthless Pentagon-engineered super-soldier--in short: she is totally overwhelming!

- Don't cum, midget, or I'll slaughter you like a beast. You know what? I'll be generous: I'll cut you a new asshole.

She closes her eyes and pushes her perfectly groomed pussy along the length of his wet tongue, teasing her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue before breathing in sharply and opening her eyes, her look ravenous. With visible pleasure the ultra-jacked predator inserts her gloved fist into his ass, her fist stretching his virgin asshole to the max.  and simply opens up her hand. His world explodes. rip his ass apart. The ultra-busty vixen takes her time to totally fuck him up: she cuts, scratches, rips, and tears him open from below, until his ass is like a monstrous, bloody hole. Her fingers are so freaking good at this--blood and shit are dripping from her gloved arm. The poor ring official starts to shake in utter panic, trying to accomodate himself to the horrific pain, but there is no way on earth you can brace yourself for such onslaught.

- Yeah, baby. Scream! Tell my pussy you love her. I'm s-o-o-o fucking w-e-e-e-t-t-t...

At the same time she expertly jerks him off, mixing his pain with waves of extreme pleasure. You cannot hear him scream, but the frantic movement of his hands over her beautiful butt shows that he is suffering like hell. A little flex of her upper legs make her massive thighs jump to attention, rippling with unabashed power. The man startles as he feels how his skull is nearly giving in to her expanding quads. Her front quads quiver as she tenses and un-tenses her ultra-developed thighs, making them bunch beautifully into detailed teardrop muscles that nearly bury her knees. They blast larger and more defined as she pumps and flexes them; a whole system of veins snakes over her perfectly tanned skin. Denise smirks when she squashes his penis in the palm of her hand with delicate tenderness, carefully crushing his shaft in her iron grip, teasingly slowly clenching her gloved fist. The busty sadist has a hard time to restrain herself, and not to crush his head there and then between her superior legs. Her shiny and beautifully shaved crotch is pulsing with orgasmic energy sending waves of pleasure through her fabulous hotbod!

- Oops! Now there's even less of it...

His frantic screams are muffled in her wet crotch. Actually, she is literally dripping with excitement--how she loves this! When she starts squashing one of his testicles between her lethal fingers, she savors how unimaginably intense pain hits him like a truck, totally overwhelming his nervous system, sending him in overdrive.

- Oh yeah, this hurts, you piece of shit! It takes some practice to squash them one after the other, but as you can feel, I'm not lacking in practice. Hang on!

By the time she crushes his other ball between thumb and index, he has gone totally berserk, but she easily keeps him trapped between her superior legs, his desperate wailing only increases the familiar tickling in her crotch.

- Did I fucking tell you to stop licking? The fact that I just castrated you, doesn't mean you don't have to comply with my commands. Lick, asshole!

When Denise suddenly feels his tongue licking her dripping labia again, she smiles with sadistic satisfaction. Few guys manage to continue going down on her after she crushed their cock and balls! Her engorged clit is throbbing with orgasmic pleasure as he diligently licks and sucks it--despite the excessive pain he is in... How he is hoping she will show some mercy, because he realizes how apt and well-chosen the announcer's words were in his intro: Pentagon's Goddess of Torture. He has gone from sheer terror when Bill forced him into the cage with the annnouncement to stop the fight, to utter post-castration agony in just a couple of minutes. In just a couple of minutes she has broken him completely, transformed him into someone willing to do anything to stop the pain. Anything. How he prays and hopes to get out of this cage alive.

- Good boy. I like obedience in a man... Well, 'man' is a bit of an exaggeration with your cock and balls removed... But then again, you weren't that much of a man either when you still had them. Hahaha!

The muscular pornchick grabs his upper legs and brutally digs her strong experienced fingers into his flesh. With a menacing laugh she pushes them further down, her biceps and triceps harden and expand. The audience is witness of how Denise blasts incredible power into her freakishly pumped arms: her biceps transform into mountains of doom never before seen on any human, much less on a gorgeous young sexbomb! When her merciless fingers touch his bone, the busty predator grins evilly. No matter how hard he tries, the otherworldly pain prevents him from continuing his licking. He is broken. Wasted. Triggered into a universe of pain. Her universe. Each time he thinks he is going to physically and mentally collapse from her brutal torture, she increases the intensity of her onslaught and rises the pain-level to unimaginable, inhumane heights. This is torture at its most extreme level of efficiency, beyond sadism, beyond ultra-sadism. This is Denise.

- Fuckface: lick!

The tone in her voice is so commanding, so totally dominating, so in charge, it chills him to the bone. The Pentagon's Torture Goddess must indeed be freakishly good at getting whatever she wants, be it intel, money or sex!

- Wanna live? Suck my clit! Fuck, I'm so close...

Her poor victim has almost gone into a stupor, delirious with pain, but his tongue obeys her crazy command, even though she pushes her sizzling pussy brutally hard into his face, breaking him in.

- Good boy... G... oooooo... ... ooo...

Then orgasm hits her. Deeply. Intensely. Denise closes her eyes, throws back her head into her neck, and sucks in air through her pouted lips. Moaning with orgasmic pleasure, she enjoys every second of her sexual high. As she arches her wide muscular back protruding her magnificent breasts, you can see her erect pierced nipples getting even harder, almost piercing through the tank top. What a beast!

- Your licking efforts are much appreciated.

And then she slowly starts pulling his legs apart. She is immediately rewarded with a wet, crunchy sound as she simply tears his limbs from his body! Easily. Effortlessly. Blood gushes from the two huge holes where his legs used to be.

- Haha: I knew I could pull this off.

The immense power she used to rip his legs off also pulls his head deep into her groin, nearly breaking his neck.

- Nobody comes between me and my prey. Not even death--only when I want it to. By the way, your licking was worthless!

She slowly and elegantly lifts herself off his broken body doing a press handstand and enjoys the way her victim now starts squealing like a pig at the killing floor. Graciously flipping back into a standing position, she places her hands on her hips and smirks as she sees him instinctly trying to crawl away from her in a pool of his own blood. She faces the audience standing with her back to Matt showing off her wicked, skin-tight tank top, her black patent leather boots with incredibly high
 heels. She looks absolutely evil. Matt cannot stop from staring at her
 spectacular ass, until she turns around. That is when he actually gasps out
loud--like most of the men around him--at the sight of her huge, magnificent breasts which are threatening to
rip the front of her tank top to shreds...

- Haha! Crawl like the miserable worm you are.

Denise grabs his legless torso and places him under her arm, carrying him against the side of her impressive torso, making sure she can see the expressions on his face. He is crying and screaming in total agony. The man squeals and tries to free himself from her grip, but it is no use: she is way too strong.

- Don't worry: I'm only going to use one arm. Consider yourself lucky I don't use my other arm too...

Denise smiles knowingly when she pulls her arm closer and flexes her humongous biceps. The man’s squirming intensifies as his body begins to compress in her vise-like grip. The busty bitch starts moaning with pleasure as she feels her mighty biceps and forearms dig into his weak sides and press harshly into his vulnerable ribs. As she continues to squeeze harder, several loud cracks are heard. The man's face has become a mask of terror screaming in pain, which only causes Denise to laugh and compress his torso further. And with one final, body-breaking squeeze, she smashes his chest, caving into his pectorals and rib cage, puncturing his lungs and heart. Her pumped biceps tear into his sides like a hydraulic press, nearly ripping him in half! The man lets out a death yell and his head falls backward as blood drips from his orifices--his last image being the sadistic grin on Denise's gorgeous face, her wet tongue licking her plumped-up swollen red lips suggestive of the mind-blowing blow-job his tiny cock never got... Just for the fun of it, the busty predator grabs the back of his head and smashes him face first onto the ground, totally crushing his skull, breaking him in.

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The people in the audience are shocked. All is silent. Deadly silent. Like an experienced actor she makes use of this dramatic silence to bare her huge breasts by ripping off her black leather high-neck halter bra. Holy God, she reveals two of the sexiest breasts ever seen on a woman! Huge, firm, round, perfectly formed, shiny from the oil they have been rubbed in with, their feminine softness contrasting sharply with the striated and vascular expanse of mankilling muscle they are surrounded with! The shiny, alluring flesh of her tits is beautifully and evenly tanned, her perfect nipples are rock-hard: these ballooning babies are so sexy, they make men cream their pants without Denise even touching them...

- Yeah, folks. The Pentagon tried to train me into a ruthless henchwoman, but they created the ultimate weapon of mass destruction: a drop-dead gorgeous, ultra-sadistic, totally unstoppable killing machine. And my libido is even bigger than my boobs--ask my boyfriend... Hahaha!

Matt has been watching the fight with growing amazement and fear. How could he have been so blind for all the obvious signs that his girlfriend is an evil psychopath, a total nutcase? To say she is dangerous is the fucking understatement of the century, but then again: how can you not being intoxicated by her otherworldly beauty, by her refined and elegant way of moving, by her massively muscular yet perfectly feminine and ultra-curvaceous body, by her provocative attitude? And indeed, Matt has been totally blown away by her libido and outrageous sexual skills! The past three weeks have been one hell of a ride for him. When she was home, Denise kept him in a permanent state of arousal, fucking or sucking him whenever and wherever she wanted, sometimes up to ten or fifteen times in 24 hours. And for Matt, who is attracted to big-titted dominant women, Denise's ultra-dominant attitude added spice to her totally overpowering behavior in bed, sometimes simply raping him with her fingers or fist or forcing him to lick her pussy for hours--and if he slowed down she would electrocute his balls, which kept him going for sure: how he licked!

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She tumbles back towards John--she combines powerful and quick tumbling passes with an impressive series of backflips to move around the cage a couple of times. What a spectacle! Her agility and speed are only outdone by the elegance and sheer beauty of her gymnastic movements. Denise would outclass any Olympic athlete and she knows it: she revels in the way her sultry mega-muscular hotbod has retained its agility, flexibility and femininity. John, the once proud fighter has regressed into a sobbing, terrified heap of misery. It is obvious from the way his torso is deformed that several of his ribs are broken as a result of the devastating impact against the iron bars of the cage. From the horrifyingly mutilated hole in his face escape unintelligible gurgling noices, but the pleading pitch suggests he must be asking her for mercy. But Denise is not interested in mercy or in his pathetic pleas. She orders him to get on his back and kicks him in the face again. Unable to use his hands to protect himself, John receives the full impact of her kick, which throws his head back brutally hard. His lower jaw flies somewhere in the cage. His face is destroyed. Denise roars with laughter and places the bloody tip of her booted foot under his balls.

- Sorry I kept you waiting, baby, but I'm back. I want you hard. Now!

The ultra-fit psycho-bitch does not waste any time with social decorum: you can see she is only interested in getting his huge cock erect and fuck the living daylights out of him. She leans over and starts fingering his penis and balls. He shivers at her touch. It is intoxicating.

- I like my men to be afraid of me, John. Do I scare you, sweetheart?

The gurgling moan escaping from the ghastly hole in his skull will do for a 'yes'. She is amused by his honesty and giggles girlishly.

- Good. Your honesty is much appreciated, but it won't save your life. There's only one thing that may save your life and that's your cock. I want it hard.

To everybody's amazement Denise gets him hard. His huge penis stands rock-hard--a beautifully thick and long rod which would even rate big among porn-cocks.

- Wow, John. Quite a specimen you have there. I've fucked thousands of cocks and yours beats most in size! Fuck, I hope you last...

She quickly lowers herself onto his rigid pole, going down slowly along the length of his shaft, savoring the passage of his huge erection into her seething, super-charged vagina. A second and third thrust of her hips, delicately swallowing his member into her burning sex, are accompanied by a deep, sexy moan. How she enjoys this! She closes her eyes and starts bucking her hips up and down, softly clenching and massaging his shaft with her pussy muscles. After a couple of thrusts, Denise starts to ride him harder, letting her primal urges take over until she finally rides him with such ferocious force, pushing down her mighty hips time and again with such mankilling intensity, that his body gives in to her superhuman onslaught. What a sight it is! Seeing that super-feminine, ultra-athletic amazonian body riding a man, fucking him like a wild animal, her big boobs elegantly jutting up and down with each thrust, is just too much for most male audience members! They cum hard in their pants--huge loads of semen wetting their pants. When she climaxes some minutes later, she has literally fucked him in half: her hands have crushed his ribcage and her hips have totally destroyed his pelvis. His once proud penis has been transformed into a reddish, bloody mess, mangled beyond surgery. John however, is still alive.

- A pity you broke so quickly, John. I loved the ride. Did you?

John does not react, except for a continuous, monstrous moaning escaping from his broken mouth.

- Answer me, fucking asshole!

It is obvious that the busty bodybuilder is merely toying with him, because a couple of seconds later she starts kicking him with her booted feet. More than twenty times her lethal legs lash out--every kick in itself enough to crush steel--and she makes her stilettos totally destroy his already heavily mutilated body. Well, his body is actually torn apart, kicked and ripped to pieces. When she finishes her attack, she is dripping in her victim's blood and viscera--a red devil from hell--and John has literally disappeared, his corpse transformed into tiny bits and pieces of bloody human remains scattered around the cage...

- I guess that's a win, folks... Hehe. Bill, won't you come into the cage to announce my victory?

Bill, head of the cage officials, is horrified by what he has just seen. There is no way he dares to enter the cage with Denise around. The announcer breaks the awkward silence in the stadium and proclaims Denise as the winner. Bill silently hides himself deep in the catacombs of the stadium.

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Denise is taking a hot shower in her dressing room. Matt cannot keep from staring at his outrageously beautiful girlfriend who is enjoying the sensation of the steamy hot water flowing over and dripping down her feminine curves. The blood of her victims has been washed away and she takes her time to soap and soak every inch of her alluring flesh. Impossible muscles flex and flow around her curvy frame in a frenzy of male bodybuilding shaming definition. Suddenly she is standing there, completely naked with her hands on her hips in a classic superhero stance to blow away any comic book superhero Matt could think of.

- Matt, you can dry my body now. Take the towel there.

Matt keeps being aroused and intimidated at the same time by the raw, brutal power of his naked überbabe. It causes him to sweat. He quickly dries her soaking wet hotbod, enjoying the feel of her rock-hard muscles under his trembling fingers--from fear and excitement that is. With her mega-muscular frame she towers over him, dwarfing him as he scrupulously dries the last drips of water from her flawless, deeply tanned skin, silently hoping he will be allowed to oil her muscles.

- By the way, did you cream your pants during the fight?

She looks into his eyes and smells his fear. She grins.

- ... But Denise, you simply slaughtered these men!

- What's the purpose of these fights, you think? Kill your opponent and cash the money. It's ten thousand K, you know. I thought to give them their money's worth... Aren't you happy I won?

She grabs his crotch, massaging his growing member through his pants.

- ... Of ... of course...

- Oh Matt, what's up? You think I'm going to kill you? Don't be ridiculous! You're my boyfriend. I love you, Matt!

Her gifted fingers perform their magic and have him close to cumming.

- ... Oh ... God, Denise... ... ... Your fingers... ... Oh Lord... Is ... ... is it true? ... ... About the Pentagon, I mean?

- I can't tell ya, it's top secret. I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you afterwards...

Denise bursts out in laughter, releases his crotch and throws him onto a massage table in the middle of the dressing room.

- Come on, let's fuck! Get your cock out.

Actually, she does not wait for him to undo his pants, but she simply rips it off his body, tearing it to shreds. Denise gently takes his erect shaft in her hand and brings it to her invitingly sexy lips. Matt is shivering with arousal--Denise's blowjobs are cosmic! But suddenly she releases his prick and...

- Fuck, Matt. How come your penis smells of another woman?

Denise grabs his throat and brutally lifts him off the ground. Matt can see the veins snaking over her ultra-muscular arm. He knows what these babies are capable of. He notices her pierced nipples hardening as she slowly closes her fingers around his throat, the nails almost piercing through his flesh. The sultry, sexy mistress transforms into the deadly assassin.

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #21 on: March 14, 2017, 12:23:15 am »
Good to see you back with a new edition! Denise is very gruesome, but that it means she can always command respect from men!

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #22 on: March 15, 2017, 03:17:46 am »
Yes! Love it! And thank you for the scene where Denise does her backflips.

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #23 on: March 17, 2017, 11:43:24 pm »
I see what you mean. When I am practicing my flick-flacks (backhandsprings) in the park and I see men who are watching me, I feel almost much like Denise.

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #24 on: March 28, 2017, 07:29:22 am »
WittyKatarina, you're one hell of a woman! Great for sharing your thoughts!

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #25 on: March 29, 2017, 07:49:17 am »
Thank you for the compliment! And thank you for the great story!

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #26 on: April 02, 2017, 08:38:29 pm »
Katarina, how big are you?

I am not that big - I am 168 cm tall and weigh 57 kg - but I do have pretty big arms. My forearms and my wrists they are big enough that I can wear the men's bracelets.

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #27 on: April 03, 2017, 10:01:45 am »
- How fucking stupid do you need to be to cheat on me, Matt? You must have guessed what I do for a living. Who touched you? I'll rip her apart and then make sure you'll never be able to cheat on me again.

He has a hard time talking, her hand around his throat preventing him to breathe.

- ... Oh... please, Denise.... Let... ... me ... explain...

Denise eases up on him somewhat, releasing him from her iron grip. She loves how he shakes in fear.

- It's not what you think, darling. I was approached by a female bodybuilder. We started talking and before I knew it she grabbed my penis.

- A female bodybuilder? She grabbed your penis, huh? And let me guess... She got your cock rock-hard.

Matt silently nods, hoping by being honest she will not kill him there and then.

- OK, I know how much you like muscles on a woman. So, she got you hard. Rock-hard. Probably close to creaming your pants... Pumping iron or pumping cock, muscle women love both! Did she make you cum too?

- No, baby. She didn't.... I didn't cum! ... Darling, you must believe me: I didn't cum. ... Oh please... I'm so sorry... ... Please, Denise, I didn't cum...

The busty powerchic savagely throws him against the far wall. He flies through the air like a ragdoll. He is no match for her superior power. How could he be? He crashes with a loud thud and drops onto the ground. He instinctively gets on his knees and pleads for mercy. In total submission.

- So technically, you didn't cheat on me then. This makes me happy, Matt. It would have broken my heart. And it would have broken you. I would have broken you.

At the Pentagon Denise rules a large facility where top secret interrogations take place--although technically still a student her 'abnormal' skills were quickly recognized by her trainers and she got 'carte blanche' by a high-ranked official who was obviously impressed with her results--and with some of her other assets. So it comes that an 18-year old trainee supervizes the actions in dozens of interrogation rooms at the Pentagon, where waterboarding, sleep deprivation and hypothermia are seldom used because considered way too soft. In these rooms men are skinned, ripped apart, cut, burned, have their bones broken--in the best of Mediaeval traditions. And then there is Denise's own sanctum called the 'White Room' which makes Hell look like an amusement park. In this huge hall she performs her ultra-sadistic experiments on 'informants'. Hundreds of men are dangling on meathooks and are slowly being transformed into wailing and bloody heaps of human agony, merely able to experience the extreme physical and mental pain they are subjected to. Their drug-induced over-excited nervous systems are overwhelmed with excruciating pain, their whole being narrowed down to experiencing the effects of her horrifyingly painful handiwork.

When you enter the White Room, you have three certainties: it's gonna take long, it's gonna be excruciatingly painful and what's left of you leaves in a bodybag. And perhaps a fourth certainty is that you will be humiliated and eventually slaughtered by a drop-dead gorgeous, big-titted female bodybuilder in an outrageously sexy dominatrix outfit. Denise works with the idea that seeing someone being tortured is as efficient as being tortured. The relentless screaming and crying, the pleading, the wailing is gruesome. Suffering and pain rule. Almost all men start to talk by merely entering the White Room and seeing the horrors within its bloody walls. Denise could not care less: once you are in, you are done. It usually takes her only a couple of minutes to make you confide her everything and more. Then she starts playing. And big girls play rough. Some men last for weeks in her dungeon.

- I'll have to punish you for your hard-on with that other woman, Matt. Your cock is mine and mine alone. Take the oil and rub me in. If you get a hard-on, I'll have my biggest dildo shoved up your ass. And I plan to leave it there for the rest of the week... Got that?

Matt looks in disbelief at his girlfriend. She cannot mean that. He usually cums two or three times when he is allowed to oil her body. So, not having an erection is simply impossible. And her biggest dildo is Big Red, a ghastly huge steel rod she only uses when she wants to fuck real hard. Beast-mode she calls it...

- Oh baby, please. You can't mean that. Big Red will rip me apart...

Denise snickers.

- Then don't get hard. Take my party-uniform, will ya?

Matt is astonished when he grabs her 'party-uniform'. It is an outrageously sexy outfit, leaving most flesh uncovered and consists of a leather white string thong, a ditto bikini-top with a string around the neck and ultra-tiny triangles to cover her nips. It has black, wet look thigh-high leg warmers and black Louboutin pumps with impossibly high-heeled stilettos. Matt feels his cock stirring already when he imagines Denise in this all-revealing ultra-sexy set of 'clothes'.

- Oh please, Denise. Don't toy with me. You know I won't be able to control my cock. You're too sexy. Please, I didn't cheat on you, baby. Really, I didn't... I love you.

- Shut up, Matt! Do as you're told. Don't you think my body deserves the attention?

He obediently starts massaging and oiling her sultry flesh. You can see he does all he can to think of other things than the sultry brunette under his oily fingers. He thinks of Big Red and of all the pain it may cause him; he thinks of the horrific scenes in the cage which are carved into his brain forever. When she faces him so he can oil her gorgeous breasts, he is still in full concentration. When she deliberately pushes one of her big tits in his face, Matt is out of balance, savoring the outrageously sexy flesh of her majestic boobs. Her hands disappear in his trousers and free his flaccid cock and balls from their confinement. The poor man looks up to her and sees she is smiling broadly.

- Like it, baby?

Denise enjoys the panic in his face when she feels his cock hardening in her hand.

- Oh please, Denise... ... Oh...

She massages his erect shaft so delicately, so sensually. Her long nails very gently scratch his balls, sending his level of arousal skyhigh immediately. Matt gasps--both in terror and pleasure--blown away each time by his girlfriend's level of sexual expertise. As part of the notorious 'Pentagon 7 Program' Denise is designed and trained to be a super-intelligent, ruthless killing machine. The team of twenty engineers behind this program assumed that making soldiers 'female' would enhance their efficiency and proficiency in some undercover missions. So, they helped to create the ultimate sex machine too. Complex genetic transformation and hormonal treatments made sure that sexual arousal increased the urge to kill and slaughter, and that killing sent their sexual arousal to maximum levels. Obviously these engineers were bound by the top secret clause in their contract, but some high-ranked officials wanted to make sure this program was kept secret forever and they ordered Denise to intimidate her co-creators, to make sure they would take the secret into their graves.

The 17-year old musckle babe easily lured them into a secret Pentagon facility deep under the ground--some kind of bunker--and kept them there for months. Nobody knew. The muscular pin-up had her way with them, so they confided her all their top-secret bio-engineering plans. With an IQ beyond 180 she quickly grasped the intentions and plans of these geeks. Denise forced them to increase the planned doses of her experimental treatment to inhumane levels: this changed her from a raving nympho into a totally sex-crazed fucking machine whose sex-drive was only topped by her mindblowing ultra-sadism: she had to learn to control her blind urge to inflict maximum pain before slaughtering someone to a gruesome death every time she got horny. Within the secret facility however, she gave full rein to her primal urges and fuck-tortured her slowly starving engineers to a gruesome death. Within the last weeks of their lives they experienced first-hand how good their project was developing: the young torture Goddess put them through weeks of brutal rape, ass-fucking, cbt, before she literally ripped their puny bodies slowly apart. It was a torture fest: constant pain, nothing but the most intense suffering. Weeks on end. They went nuts. Death came as a relief. Those who were still able to talk coherently, begged her to kill them. She didn't. For Denise these geeks were insignificant insects to play with.

When Pentagon-officials finally found what was left of the team of engineers, they were shocked. The bunker bathed in blood. Guts, organs and other human remains were scattered all over the place--tokens of the sheer brutality and ultra-sadism of her actions. Arms, legs, torsos with ribcage either crushed or ripped open, cocks, skulls were found in separate piles, every bone meticulously broken in several places or crushed. The report of the Pentagon-officials however never got published. Denise met them at the crime scene and ordered them do the cleaning-up and then 'asked' them to keep quiet. Totally intimidated by her overwhelming presence they agreed immediately, fearing the worst. And indeed, their lives changed into a nightmare, a life of permanent fear and terror: Denise met them regularly and she always left a mark of her passing. She brutally raped them or kicked or punched them into oblivion. Or she broke some of their fingers--small things really but they feared every encounter, every contact. One day she broke their spines which bound them to a wheelchair; she even cut off their balls some weeks later. A year later they were dangling on meathooks in her White Room begging for mercy--not that they talked but Denise just does not like loose ends... A total beast!

- Want me to stop, Matt?

- No ... Oh fuck ... Yes ... ... yes ... Stop! ... Please... Gonna cum...

Seconds later and utterly helpless in her talented grip he has a major orgasm: a huge load of sperm drips through her fingers as she milks every drop out of him. She is so good at this... Matt pleadingly looks up into her dark brown eyes, expecting a terrible scenario to unfold. His busty Latina suddenly roars with laughter.

- By the amount of jizz, I'm sure you told me the truth back there. Good. You wouldn't really cheat on me now, would ya?

Giddy with post-orgasm bliss Matt eagerly shakes his head, hoping she will be somewhat easier on him. 'Big Red' is really big. It's freakin' huge!

- No I would never do that, Denise! Please, I love you.

The muscular pin-up moves her index finger under his scrotum and slowly pushes her long and sharp nail into his flesh. He shivers at the sudden intrusion and the sharp pain it causes. The damage is superficial--her nails are literally razor-sharp and the cut doesn not even bleed--but given the nature of the location on his body, her incision is extremely painful... This is a pro at work. Matt tries not to scream.

- No, you wouldn't. I'd punish you. Well, punishment would be too soft a term to describe the long ultra-brutal torture sessions I'd put you through. I'd redefine your conception of pain. You know how good I am at milking cocks--well, I'm even better at destroying them... And I make them last a lot longer when I destroy them. Hehe...

- Oh please, Denise. ... Don't... ... I love you so much.

- Love you too, baby. I've had my fun--I won't hurt you too much for your misstep with this fuckin' bodybuilder. Now, lick your cum off my hand and let's cash the dough!

Matt feels a giant relief: you do not want the ultimate killing machine to be angry with you. She is so dominant, so superior. Her order is not so bad. With Denise he has learned to like the taste of his own semen. He starts cleaning her long, elegant fingers with the beautiful long nails. These fingers have probably killed, ripped, crushed and skinned thousands of men. With his lips and tongue he scrupulously cleans the fingers that so skillfully drove him to an orgasm again. Weapons of mass eruption. Matt has come to understand that the voluptuous curves of her huge muscles are not just for show, but have a practical function in her line of work. With a physique like that, there are absolutely no limits to how you may want to treat your victims. No limits at all.

- Good boy. Now, when we go in, let me do the talking.

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When they leave the office of the MMA-president, Denise carries a suitcase containing her 10 million dollars together with a contract for a new fight: the Fight of the Century. Winner gets 100 million.

- Here, Matt. Take the suitcase to our hotel-suite. I still have some unattended business to take care of.

Denise hands him the heavy suitcase, her arm muscles rippling with unabashed power, the prominent vein crossing her tremendous biceps is more prominent than ever. Jacked like hell. Pumped to the max.

- ... But... I thought.... ?

- Don't think, baby. I'll fuck you when I get back, OK? I loved how you kept your cool while I jerked you off under the table during negotiations. Haha! Good you didn't cum. I'm sure the president didn't notice: his eyes drowned in my curves... He had such a hard time with his own hard-on. Hahaha! When I get back, I'm gonna do you slowly and softly--I might even let you be on top for once... How would you like that, baby?

- Oh baby...

And here she comes licking his earlobe as she sexily whispers in his ear.

- Or I may just suck your cock while giving you a prostate massage. I know how much you love my thick wet lips around your cock, while I smother your face with my juicy ass and penetrate your ass with my cunning fingers.

- ... Oh baby, yes ... You're so hot!

She pushes him against the wall of the corridor, engulfs his mouth into hers and kisses him, pushing her tongue deep into his eager mouth, dominating him with her kiss. When she lovingly puts one of her monstrously muscular arms around his neck--an arm carrying more muscle than three Mr. Olympias over their entire bodies--Denise forces her huge tits tightly against his chest and licks his lips with the tip of her tongue. Her other hand opens up his pants and her fingers firmly envelop his cock, making him hard instantly. Passers-by in the corridor watch in astonishment and disbelief as the scene develops into a public femdom porn scene. Denise grabs his throat, lifts him off the ground and starts jacking him off in public. At first she is gentle, pumping his cock with long and gentle strokes making him sigh in ecstacy. But soon she starts jerking his penis with such force you would think she would rip it right off. The superior female forces him to navigate between pain and pleasure, between breaking or making... It does not take long--and the lack of oxygen must have added some spice to it--before he cums like a hose all over her naked quads, yet another flood of thick, steaming sperm.

- I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my amazonian touch this time, Matt. You never do. Now, clean my leg. Lick your cum. You know the routine.

She releases her boyfriend and forces him down on his knees to lick his semen. Denise loves the attention they are getting from the unknowing passers-by and makes sure they can enjoy every inch of her shiny muscular physique. She is so fucking sexy in her 'party-uniform'! Matt quickly licks his sperm. Again. Then she forces his head in the direction of her sizzling slit: soaking wet labia and a deliciously swollen clit await his eager tongue.

- Make me cum.

Matt knows she is close--she pushes her erect clit hard against his tongue and urges him in a husky voice to lick harder. And he knows when she is close, she is dangerous. Very dangerous. He intuitively suspects that with Denise arousal and aggression go hand in hand--when they fuck he can do nothing more than totally submit to her wishes. He has stopped to react and immediately complies with whatever she demands for, for fear of retaliation. Also now, he is too terrified to react to the presence of dozens of on-lookers while he licks her into orgasmic bliss. Denise clearly loves the attention she gets from a male audience and flexes her mighty muscular arms in total dominance, sexily moaning in arousal.

- Use your fingers, Matt.

The moment he pushes two fingers into her dripping vagina, he feels her pussy muscles contracting, signalling the beginning of her orgasm. She moans in ecstasy, her hands pushing his face hard into her crotch. The audience is shocked by her blatantly animalistic reaction, by the raw and beastly way she enjoys her sex. Some minutes later she releases Matt's head, his face red-blueish from the lack of oxygen, covered with her pussy juices. He smiles faintly.

- Nice work, Matt. You really know how to treat my pussy... See how a man serves his wife? By licking as if his life depends on it. I love to be served daily. Now, take the suitcase and go to the hotel.

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When Matt's taxi leaves, Denise returns to the corridor where some of the men are still standing who saw her fuck her boyfriend. She goes to one of them and sexily whispers:

- Wanna fuck? Wanna touch this dreambod? I can tell you wanna suck these rock-hard nips. I wanna suck something hard too. Hehe...

With her right hand the busty bitch buries his face into her bosom, her left arm lifts him off the ground. The man feels the huge muscles of her arm digging into his side and back as she carries him towards the bathrooms. In an explosion of power, she gracefully kicks the door open to the male bathrooms and throws him against the door of one of the toilets, which breaks under the heavy assault.

- Ouch... I hope you break less easily. I have half an hour to kill. I'm gonna fuck you.

- Oh God, yes... You're so beautiful! You're everything I look for in a woman: beauty, boobs, muscles, dominance...

The chiseled definition in her muscles is driving him crazy with lust. He is so impressed with the combination of her ultra-feminine hourglass figure and the muscles upon muscles upon muscles that he nearly faints in arousal...

- I know. Get up and strip naked. Put on this plastic bag and zip it up.

She throws him a plastic bag that will suit him like a catsuit. Only his head will be left uncovered. He looks at her questioningly.

- What's the problem? Want me to fuck you or what? Men in plastic turn me on, OK? Fucking sub! You just do as you're told and I may grant you an orgasm.

Her aggressive behavior and dominant tone turn him on immensely. His cock is rock-hard--its size somewhat disappointing but still a full 6-inches. He hurries himself to get into the plastic suit.

- Please, Goddess. I'm all yours.

- Of course you are. Tell me. What do you like? Would you like to cum all over my pumped-up biceps? Want me to jack you off in the crook of my arm? What's your ultimate fantasy?

Denise's lover is so aroused by her sexually forward talk that he cums in a huge orgasm, wetting the inside of the plastic.

- What's happening, asshole? What do you think you're doing? Stupid fuck!

Denise grabs his shoulders and knees him in the balls. Hard. Devastatingly hard. And then again. And again. She muffles the impending scream by pushing his face into her boobs again. His crotch area is totally destroyed and he starts bleeding profusely inside the plastic.

- I have half an hour and I want to hear you scream and beg for mercy. I wanna hear the sound of your bones crushing. I love the music of breaking bones. It gets me off. And the bag keeps me clean... Hahaha!

The sounds and screams coming from the men's bathroom the next half hour are horrendous. Terrifying. Nobody dares to enter--there are few people left have other business to attend. When Denise finally leaves the bathroom, she carries a large plastic bag the size of a shopping bag. Seems like his body has been completely mangled and crushed...

- Fuck, I needed that badly.

She throws the bag in a dustbin in the corridor and struts towards the conference rooms. On her way she picks up a steel baseball bat someone left there.

- Time for my unattended business. I hope they put up a fight. It is so much more fun!

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When the cleaning woman opens the door to the conference room of the MMA-headquarters early the next morning, she screams in horror: 25 corpses are lying on the ground right in front of the door and a few on the large conference table, all wearing the jacket of their official black costume, their black trousers are thrown into a heap in the corner of the room. There is blood everywhere: their skulls and crotches have been crushed--the extreme brutality of the slaughter is evident from the way the skull and pelvis have been smashed: they were beheaded and castrated by having been hit repeatedly with a heavy blunt object. Indeed, a steel baseball bat is lying there on the ground, full of blood and brain matter. To make things worse, she accidently notices the marks on the inside of the heavy, soundproof door, as if they have tried to open it by all means, but failed to do so. The killer must have taken them on one by one, the others trying in vain to avoid the horrific fate of their colleagues. Their last moments must have been petrifying, knowing you'll be slaughtered with a baseball bat and nothing you can do about it. Why would someone kill you and then destroy your crotch? Unless the killer crushed their balls first of course...

One of the men is mutilated beyond all recognition, as if he was granted the honor of a special treatment. And what a gruesome treatment it must have been! He seems to have been ripped open from below, as if a huge object has entered his ass and tore him apart by opening up his abdomen! It is like his legs start from just under his ribcage, his pelvis is completely deformed and broken, his adomen has been completely disembowled. His arms are gone and his head has been brutally tortured. He looks like a monster: he misses his lower jaw as well as his eyeballs. All his teeth are gone and his skull has been flattened as if pressed between two plates! They would later identify him as Bill, chief cage official.

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #28 on: April 04, 2017, 12:13:01 am »
Glad to see you back hero141, although I would prefer less torture and more of Denise using her athleticism, strength, and speed to do killings and sexing. And of course more back handsprings.  ;)

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Re: Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA
« Reply #29 on: April 04, 2017, 04:02:10 am »
Yes...perhaps more detail about Denise slaughtering the men in the room. How there are 25 of them and 1 of her, how the men at first think there's enough of them to take her, then after she defeats a bunch of them easily the fear of the others as they desperately try to break down the door to escape, maybe men trying hopelessly to run around the room but she catches them just by doing back handsprings...a lone woman's total dominance over a whole group of men.

But great to see you back hero141!

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