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[hero141]

Thanks for the comments, guys! I knew you'd find these women irresistible! Bethany is quite a piece... Here's the next part... Enjoy!

One hour later three servants are caught at the gates of the mansion--completely in shock, in panic. You can see that the guards at the gate feel for their colleagues, but the fear, the agonizing terror of being butchered themselves for a failure, makes them react harsh and brutal--as ordered when confronted with such cases. Their failed attempt to escape seals their fate: share their last extrememly painful hours with an outrageously muscular, steroid induced ultra-violent psychopathic bitch who has transformed torture into a form of art--little appreciated by those who fall into her skilled lethal hands. Nasty little detail: the scheduled two-day torture marathon turned out to be a four-day slaughter and torture fest. Bethany and Denise were unleashed and killed 5,489 men--approximately one corpse per minute. Most of them were slaughtered quickly: ripped apart or crushed to death, choked or crucified, kicked or fucked to death. Some were less lucky--like the three servants. They were kept alive and were forced to behold the whole spectacle from the first row: the endless series of male corpses being produced by two gorgeous scantily leather-clad muscle babes and dozens of servants having to dispose of all these corpses--the slightest misstep or mistake resulting into being turned into a corpse themselves. Especially Bethany was very edgy and put 26 of her terrified servants to a gruesome death--castration and fistfucking always being the preclude of horrific organ ripping or skull squeezing... Both women were totally jacked-up and ultra-aggressive.

The three servants screamed and pleaded for mercy... To no avail: they were tortured during the full 96 hours: every bone in their body was broken 3 times, every organ was perforated hundreds of times, their cocks and balls were pierced, burnt, squashed--Bethany made them go haywire, she only allowed them the most excruciating pain, sent them through such a hell they screamed for release, pleaded to be killed--the big-titted bodybuilder made the Devil look an innocent housekeeper.

Audiences on the internet were stunned, shocked beyond belief. Some of the most brutal scenes were distributed via dozens of ordinary channels reaching millions of people. Money and utter fear for a intimate encounter with both gorgeous pin-ups had made sure that footage was distributed widely. Who would dare to ignore orders from these terrific bitches? It was absolutely clear that they wanted control over all criminal activities in the States again. It was very common that after the distribution of the images, competing criminal agencies offered lots and lots of money to be able to profit from the lethal services of both women. A whole team of experienced investigators checked all offers very carefully and the responsible hotshots were invited for a deal. These men routinely ended their criminal lives dangling on a meathook, 'offering' all their possessions to A.N.G.E.L.. The brutal rape scenes following the business deal were sent to partners of A.N.G.E.L. with the explicit message that this was how it ended when you did not live up to the standards of those in charge. Needless to say that their death always involved an intimate yet unimaginably painful encounter with Denise and Bethany's most wanted assets. These mad, jacked-up muscle-freaks fucked them up so good their bodies--or the barely living yet still screaming gore that they transformed it into--fit a shoe box!

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Now Bethany is in the library with two police officers. The super-busty brunette just finished a three hour gruelling work-out. Ever since her training days at the CIA, Bethany has maintained a strict scheme of work-outs. To state that her body is muscular would not do justice to the unique combination of her ultra-feminine, curvy physique with her monstrously massive, steroid-induced musculature--bulging, vascular and differentiated beyond belief! Her body is so pumped and jacked-up, you can almost actually see the blood pumping through the myriad of prominent veins covering her smooth, perfectly tanned skin. Bethany's dress code is equally out of the ordinary--as usual--favoring little if no clothing at all. She is still wearing her work-out outfit: knee-high black leather boots with incredibly high and sharp stiletto heels, a black thong, two black stickers just covering her nipples and short black leather work-out gloves fingers and long nails sticking out... Her sleek body is glistening with sweat of her work-out and three of her servants are drying her off and oiling her up.
The officers watch in bewilderment how the three men scrupulously and tenderly--almost adoringly--move their eager hands over Bethany's dreambody, savoring the erotic feel of touching her bubble-butt and massive boobs. Her mere presence dwarfs everyone in the room. Compared to her majestic, ultra-muscular physique these men are utterly inferior. The officers are intimidated and aroused at the same time--a situation so familiar to the busty brunette whose facial expression shows amusement.

- It's one hell of a job but someone has to do it. Hehe.

Suddenly Bethany grabs the arm of one of the servants making her own arm muscles explode with bristling power, obviously showing off these bulging pinnacles of raw female superiority to the astonished officers whose mouths drop open in sheer astonishment for so much blatant display of muscle mass! The servant's face distorts, he is shivering in mortal fear and terror. The busty powerhouse savors his fear, enjoys his panic: it turns her on immensely.

- You forget the easy-to-miss bits. Don't you think my nips and clit deserve a little attention too? Or do you need a couple of hours on 'the table' to get your brains working?

Bethany's pronunciation of the words 'the table' makes him shake all over, his body trembling uncontrollably. His groin however, seems to have a mind of its own and a huge erection is stirring in his pants--helpless against her overwhelming sexuality.

- That's what I thought. Now start rubbing my tits and don't forget the nipples. You can eat pussy when I'm finished with these gents.

The frightened servant is happy to be able to serve his moody boss. Finally, she addresses the police officers who have been staring in bewilderment at the strange and unfamiliar scene evolving before their eyes.They know the women living at the mansion from footage on the internet. They probably even jacked-off while watching their amazing proportionate mass and muscular development combined with their ample pornstar curves. Seeing Bethany in real life however, is still something entirely different: she is gorgeous and fucking big!

- Well, gentlemen, what can I do for you? It's been quite a while for the strong arm of the law to send people in. What's on your mind? And I don't mean tits...

- Well... eh... Miss... We are... I'm inspector Koyle and ... this is lieutenant Massey. We're from homicide. We're currently investigating a murder... well, ehm... actually murders... And we ... wanted to show you some pics... Perhaps... Perhaps you recognize some of these victims...

- OK, show me. Oh boy, they're horribly mutilated. Were most probably tortured before death came as a release. But gentlemen, why do you show me these pics?

She watches them intently, with an amused smirk around her sensual lips.

- Are you going to arrest me? Cuff me? Maybe interrogate me?

The officers know they are not dealing with your average suspect here: hyper-intelligent, genetically engineered to kill, treated with huge amounts of steroids and other types of drugs to increase mass and power, trained since childhood in every martial art and torture/killing technique available since the beginning of time. This gorgeous woman is the equivalent of a nuclear bomb!

- ... Well... ehm... Not really... We .. thought you might... may ehm... know some of the victims... And you could tell us something about... their...ehm... whereabouts...

- What bodypart are you looking for exactly? I took plenty of time to rip these guys apart--needless to say I kept them alive when I reduced them to the physical level of raw meat.

Any idea about what happens next?

[dtchdude]

Your stories are awesome, yet again! Though I do find the 5000+ guys a bit overdone

[hero141]

Thanks for the comment, dtchdude!
You should know that with Bethany and Denise, size and proportion are always out of the ordinary...  I forgot to tell you that one of the events at this gruesome fest was to create 36 rows of 150 naked men bound to a chair on the pitch of an empty soccer stadium. Imagine the looks on these men's faces, bound to a chair, naked, not knowing why they were there or what would happen... Numerous cameras took close-ups of their stunned faces and showed them via the huge screens in the stadium. Also imagine the silence in that empty stadium, only these men on the pitch confronted with their own stupefied looks on the big television screens... And then these two gorgeous women enter, of course causing quite a stir among the first rows of men--not in the least in their crotch. Two weeks earlier Bethany had mailed Denise with the suggestion of the soccer stadium. "Imagine, Denise, you and me coming onto the pitch, naked, pumped-up, horny. And then we start killing these assholes one by one. Quickly, 5 seconds per male max. No cameras yet in the beginning, just the screaming, wailing and crying of the men nearest to the slaughtering--who know their fate. The rest only hearing the screams and not seeing the cause of it. Then after a couple of hundred, the cameras come in and take gruesome details in close-up... Imagine the panic, the agony... What do you think?" Denise's answer: "Beth, you're a bitch! I'm in on two conditions. One, we can use the five seconds to inflict lethal damage. They don't have to be dead wihtin these five seconds, do they? That will make the screaming even more impressive, don't you think? And two, I don't want to be naked in front of so many men. I want us to wear these razor sharp nine-inch heels. They might come in handy... Hehe." The rest is history... Footage of this massacre is available and only watched at the cost of severe psychological trauma. Extra's include the crucifixion of ten servants failing to live up to Bethany's standards during the preparation of this event and highlights of the horrific 4 day torture of her three unlucky servants. So, with these women, one should be careful using standards of normality that pertain to 'our' world... 

[dtchdude]

Hehe, I should've known!

Do you happen to know of any other writers who favor your style btw? I know of Seldom Lasts, Martin Kane, DEA (though his are a bit different), and Mr. Nobody.

[hero141]

Bethany's words are received with disbelief. The officers look at each other, smile awkwardly and then continue to try not to stare in lust at her spectacular cleavage--attempts that are unsuccessful. As she slowly and deliberately arches her monumental back, the sheer beauty and size of her breasts become even more obvious. The chief inspector had warned the young officers not to go to the mansion--or if they went, not to talk to the women directly, but try to get information from the servants. But the boys are very ambitious and were actually anxious to meet the gorgeous and big-titted bodybuilders in person. And they are not disappointed: Bethany surpasses by far any woman in sultry beauty and raw erotic charisma and--for that matter--any human in muscular development, proportion and size! And she knows and shows it...

- Well, inspector Koyle. You have lost your tongue? Don't say you didn't watch any of these notorious movies we distribute via the web. You do know what happens to cops who are too inquisitive, don't you? You should have listened to your chief inspector and talked to the servants only.

The look on the officers' faces changes again: they are bewildered, stunned.

- ... B... but how... how do you know this?

A telling smirk crosses Bethany's luscious lips.

- Oh, I forgot to mention this: your boss and I had a chat yesterday. That was when he mentioned you were going to pay me a visit. He was very talkative. I still wonder why...

She moves her hands over her shiny, slick breasts, her huge and ripped biceps triggering images of torture and slaughter, reminding the officers of Bethany's extremely sadistic and psychopathic tendencies. They try to keep their composure and cool in front of so much blatant power and sex.

- Let me just say this: he won't be at work tomorrow. Oh, and Koyle, I didn't know your father owned a gym. Quite a nice guy I must say and eager to please. A true gentleman. He showed me around.

Inspector Koyle's face turns from red to white. His dad indeed owns a gym. He used to work out there, before he joined the police. His mother had passed away years ago and his dad was like his soulmate.

- Oh, don't be afraid. I didn't kill him.

Inspector Koyle's face brightens again.

- It was Denise who ripped him apart! A sorry sight I must say. He screamed the whole time, the poor sod. Yeah, I admit: she was very brutal. Ripped off his arms, legs. He kept pleading not to harm him. But then she started fucking him; that's when it got really gory... That's the way it always goes--ever since adolescence... Must be the genetic modifications interacting with the juice. She crushed him completely--his pelvis ground with her pelvis, his ribcage squashed with her bare hands, his cock mangled in her slit, and his head crushed against her boobs...

Even before the officers have the time to think of pulling their guns, the muscular behemoth ends their trance, grabs their throats and lifts them off the ground. Pain and fear are obvious in their eyes. Even panic looms... They are taken completely off guard. They came to the mansion with some sort of ambition, but that ambition is simplified to 'how to get out of here alive'.

- One movement in the direction of your guns and I'll rip the windpipes out of your throats. Hey, asshole, take their guns and put them away!

To back up her threat, she pushes the long nails of her fingers into their frail flesh, drawing the first blood. The servant quickly obeys her order and gets the guns safe.

- You're all dismissed.

And then she beckons the servant who oiled her tits.

- You report at my office within two hours. Naked and with a raging hard-on.

--

Finally alone with the police officers, Bethany starts to laugh. Her muscle mass looks even more impressive when compared to the two gentlemen dangling in the air. They are like ragdolls in her skilled hands. The ultimate predator--and more...

- Please... Miss... Put us down. We won't report this. Really.

- Fuck your report! There are a number of things I want to know from you guys. There is a very quick way to get information from two colleagues. There are only two assumptions needed, which are easily met by the way. One, you should choose life over death and two, you should be horrified of what I'm capable of. I always wonder which one is held to be most self-evident... Hehe. The game is simple: I ask questions. The first who answers, gets to kill his partner with a baseball bat--not really a quick kill. If no-one answers or the first refuses to hit, I'll show you that a male body is no match for these beauties here.

At this point Bethany releases the two horrified men and points at her perfect breasts, gloriously shining from the lotion they have been rubbed in with, nipples hard. She tosses her head back and enjoys the feeling of absolute power. They try to recover somewhat, but you can see they are afraid of the big-titted bimbo towering over them and terrified by the equally horrifying dilemma they are faced with.

- We'll tell you anything you want to know! That game is not necessary...

Koyle and Massey are actually panicking, crashing psychologically in front of this pinnacle of female beauty and muscle. Koyle is mentally already crushed--the news of the death of his father is too much for him.

- Oh but Massey, don't start to get any ideas. The game is non-negotiable--or actually it is: suck your partner's cock to an orgasm and I'll see what I can do...

Lieutenant Massey looks her straight in the eyes--not knowing if she is joking or not. Bethany's supernatural beauty has him enthralled. Looking at her luscious lips alone arouses him: thick full pouty flirty lips you would want to kiss. Like so many men before him, Massey even fantasizes about these sexy thick lips moving up and down his erect shaft blowing him into a state of sexual bliss. A devastating kick in his balls brings him back to reality. The precision of the kick is unbelievable: the tip of her boot hits one of his balls exactly so hard it is not permenantly damaged but inflicting a maximum of pain. He doubles, drops on the ground in foetal position, puking and screaming in terrible agony.

- Come on, assholes! What are you waiting for! Get your clothes off, both of ya and you, start sucking! You'll see for yourself your bodies are no match for this pumped-up brawn. You're really nothing more than miserable toys in my extremely skilled hands. I can do with you whatever I want. I own you, got that?

Inspector Koyle drops on his knees and starts begging for his life:

- Oh please! Bethany... We'll tell you everything we know about the case. You're interested in the Organization of Street Gangs, aren't you? In its leader and his whereabouts, aren't you?

The only external sign of Bethany trying to restrain her ultra-trained body from creating immediate havoc is a small smirk around the lips--unnoticed by the gentlemen. She suddenly roars with laughter and casually rips off the useless stickers covering her nipples, that now stick out like steel hard bullets.

- You're even more foolish than I thought. Maybe you missed this, but I had a chat with your boss yesterday. What do you think our conversation was about? About my cup-size? Hahahaha!

The doors of the room swing open and two servants bring in a table that is covered by a shiny red, gory irregular form, which--if you look closer--must have been human once. Skinned, even his face--which explains the shiny red--broken ribs and crushed bones sticking out in awkward angles, limbless and its crotch transformed into a gaping hole, showing signs of ghastly chemical and sheer physical torture. The most remarkable thing however, is that this gory mess on the table is still alive! Gurgling, irregular moaning sounds escape from its deformed and teethless mouth.

- What do you think you guys can tell me that this asshole--your boss--didn't already confide to me?

Both officers have to puke.

- Your boys are glad to see you, chief. Wanna tell them something? Wanna tell them how you gave me all names and addresses of all officers and informants working on the Case of the Streetgangs? Wanna tell them how you even confided me the confidential data on their spouses and family members? Wanna tell them how you collapsed when I was muscle-fucking you, how my glorious physique outmatched you in every way. How I made you eat my shit, you useless prick?

Koyle and Massey stand perplexed--slowly realizing that this muscle bimbo would be the last person they would ever face. They would be brutalized by this voluptuous beefy dreambod--her muscles seem to be rippling in anticipation of the kill. Horrific images from snuff movies in which she demonstrates her uncanny skill of slaughtering people, cross their minds. Massey pisses his pants. She beckons the servants to stay and close the door--knowing she would crave for meat to fuck after the torture, meat she will rape, brutalize and slaughter too...

- Let's see what you guys have to tell me... I'm all ears and tits!

--

When the door opens again, she is dripping wet and red, blood and viscera covering her massive body, blood running down her ultra-muscular thighs. Inside, the bloody and completely deformed remains of five human corpses can be seen hanging on the wall. Blood is all over the place, dripping from the walls, the ceiling, covering the floor.

- Red flatters me, doesn't it?

--

[cdefan]

Wow, this is hot. I've always loved Bethany and Denise. The part where Bethany crushes the guy's cock, with the graphic description of the muscularity and size of her forearms, is great.

I also love their gymnastics, like Bethany's straddle split. And both of them have done back flips in other stories. Maybe you could put in something where Bethany does back flips to reach her victim, astonishing him with her speed as well as her size? Or she does a standing back flip and kicks a victim in the process, maybe while wearing stiletto heels, doing devastating damage.

[hero141]

And the horror continues... 

-  Hahahaha! Oh Beth, you're sick. How about this Henry?

Two gorgeous women are relaxing by the pool, chitchatting, enjoying the sun shining on their perfectly tanned skin. One is obviously Bethany, whose breathtakingly muscular physique leaves no doubt about the nature of her trade, the essence of her profession. She is a killing machine. An ultra-beautiful, curvy predator wearing nothing else than high-heeled pumps. The other woman--certainly not older than 24--has more of a fitness physique: slick muscles combined with beautiful big round breasts and curvy ass. And what a face! An exotic beauty, full pout lips, high cheekbones, jet black hair tightly fixed in a bun, perfect tanned skin, provocatively dressed in a tiny thong.

- Oh Henry. He's been with me for three weeks now and he's good. Actually, he's the best I've ever had... Intelligent, pro-active, very scrupulous about everything he does. He's even worth something in the sack. You can try him out if you want to. But don't kill him, OK?

- That's strange to hear out of your mouth... Hahaha!

- Oh, don't worry, Dev. I'll kill him all right--eventually. But I wanna fuck him up myself. I'll slaughter him like a beast! Slowly, painfully... Oh God, he's gonna suffer... But for now, he's so easy to have around... Dev, don't say you think I'm gettin too soft...

The busty, lubed-up fitness babe smiles. She has noticed the growing piles of male corpses--servants mostly--being produced by Bethany. Most of them horribly mutilated, more so than usually the case, a clear side-effect of having to restrain her primal urge to kill and destroy Henry.

- Oh no, Beth, I've seen the piles you produce. We're running out of servants... Hahaha!

- Yeah, Dev. I haven't had so much fun since my government days. Then, as part of our training, we had to kill a dozen of sometimes well-trained men on a daily basis. Every killing had to be performed according to a very detailed plan--the torture schedule was mailed to us a couple of minutes before we had to go. Some scenarios must have been quite shocking to a normal audience, I guess. Tearing off limbs, sucking off cocks, grinding skulls to pieces, you know. The usual stuff... The guys who wrote these schedules, taped these tortures. I think they got off on it...

- Just like you...

- Of course! I was dripping wet--and I don't mean just wet with the blood of my victims! Hehe. When I met the authors of these schedules, two captains, pretty handsome too, I grabbed their crotches. You should have seen their faces! Oh man... Both were rock-hard, and when I touched them, they wet their pants--hard and uncontrolled...

- Hahaha! How can anyone resist you, Beth? Let me guess: you played with them for a while...

Bethany repositions herself on the bench making her pumped-up body explode with muscular motion: over 7 ft. of bristling female muscle and alluringly feminine flesh bulging with superior power. As she arches her back, her tremendous breasts jut forward, her prominent, hard nipples asking to be sucked, a brute sexuality oozing from every inch of her awesome physique. By waving at one of the three servants standing next to the pool, the biceps of her already thick arm, swell to epic proportions causing the servant to cower in fear.

- Play? I had them write the most sadistic scenario they were capable of and then added some of my streaks to it. I can't even expect these guys to know what a pumped-up, ultra-muscular, steroid-addicted hotbod like me is capable of.

Bethany grabs the servant by his hair and savagely pushes his head between her sleek legs. Her beautifully groomed pussy is dripping wet--not just with beads of sweat or with suntan lotion. We are talking Bethany here: the sex-crazed sociopath for whom sex and excessive ultra-violence go hand in hand. And that is the paradox with Bethany and her 'twin sister' Denise. They are known all over the planet: every healthy man knows them from magazines, porn movies, TV shows for masturbation and other sexual purposes. Yet, they are all aware of the horrific deeds these beauties perform, terrifying a whole planet, corrupting every regime, having a say in every business around the world. The servant starts licking her pussy even without her having to ask for it. Feeling her outrageously muscular legs relax around his head indicates she seems to love his tongue at work. The positive response of her mighty body, the husky, enthralling scent of her pussy soon overwhelm him and make him feel relaxed--causing his cock to respond accordingly. It becomes rock-hard, craving for a touch, a natural state around Bethany.

- I invited them to dinner that evening. The only thing they got to eat was pussy. When I explained to them they were going to feature as main characters in their own scenario, they went nuts. Started begging, pleading, crying... I couldn't care less. Everything was prepared for the night of their lives: I had a whole team of assistents ready to help me making everything happen. Say, Dev, it took me a fucking 12 hours to get through the scenario. Thanks to the huge amounts of drugs I forced them to take, I managed to keep them alive and able to experience the excruciating pain during the full session. This was a miracle in itself if you ask me, and an indication of how my skills have evolved to pure perfection over the years--which few men are able to appreciate. Hehe!

- Hahaha! Now you tell me, I saw some pics of the event... Horribly sadistic...

- Yeah, but great fun! Almost as good as this licking fuck here... Not too quick, asshole. I wanna enjoy this... Stop licking and show me your cock, boy. I just might deem you worthy of my touch...

He evidently does as he is told, gets up and uncomfortably shows his raging hard-on, precum dripping from the tip of his prick. Bethany smiles evilly.

- Has any woman ever told you the size of your prick is pathetic? Look, Dev, this asshole is built like a fucking midget!

Devon checks the wares and laughs disdainfully.

- Jeez, who hired this prick? Dispose of him, Beth, and then join me in the office over half an hour. Time then to plan a visit to John Wishop's Organization of Street Gangs.

- OK, babe. Half an hour is fine. You heard the lady, midget.

The servant looks down, completely humiliated, terrified. His physique is in no way a match for Bethany's glorious brawn, her majestic, orgasmic curves. The ultra-hot fitbod cups her massive breasts in both hands, an incredible sight to behold! The round, firm, large, full tits, seductively exposed like that, combined with her perfectly manicured, long nails and bulgingly muscular arms, Bethany radiates eroticism, breathes sex, oozes power. He tries not to look at so much voluptuous, built beauty--her improbable cleavage normally and obviously the center of all male attention--and averts his gaze. His cock responds in a totally different manner, intoxicated by Bethany's alluring sensuality, it is on the verge of erupting its jizz.

- Oh my fucking God, I must turn you on immensely. Is it the breasts?

- ...

Even before he has time to answer and to Bethany's amusement, his prick shoots a huge load of semen heavenwards.

- ... I'm... I ... I'm so... sorry...

- Don't be, baby. it happens all the time when I'm around. My breasts are nothing less than orgasmic. Men adore them.

The servant regains his composure somewhat, although mortal fear is still obvious in his voice. He knows Bethany is a moody and dangerous predator. He also knows that his skills at cunnilingus must be above average. Most girlfriends did not react that blatantly degrading about the lack of size of his erection, but it was obvious that they preferred his tongue--this having trained him considerably in the art of licking pussy.

- ... Oh Bethany... You are so beautiful. Thanks for not hurting me...

- I may be a badass bitch but I'm not that bad, am I?

His hopes for survival grow when the big-titted beauty gently scratches his testicles and starts kissing and licking his tiny prick which hardens again--slowly, obediently. Bethany's touch is simply amazing, her skill and expertise beyond telling. His sexual arousal is immediately skyhigh. And then she takes the tip of his cock in her wet and hot mouth and starts moving her luscious lips up and down. Very slowly, only sucking just a little, wetting his shaft, exciting him to the verge of orgasm and keeping him there. For minutes. Even when Bethany playfully takes his entire cock and balls into her mouth, the combination of perfect suction, tongue-action, in-and-out movement and lip-pressure keeps him on th edge. He has never experienced a blowjob like that. She keeps him there for a full ten minutes until he begs for release. One finger in his ass massaging his prostate, while her other hand expertly jerks his cock, she allows him to cum: an huge eruption of hot semen, a fountain of male juice, an explosion of orgasmic pleasure... Bethany allows him to cum all over her massive breasts and smiles evilly.

- You cum already? I'm so good at this...

In his post-orgasmic haze the servant failed to notice that Bethany beckons the other two servants who are standing by the pool to come closer.

- OK, guys. I want my boobs to drip with cum. Start jacking off, I'd say. He who cums first gets a bonus.

The two servants are very eager to please the ravishing bodybuilding babe and start stroking their raging hard-ons. It does not take long before the first shoot his cum all over her tits. You can see by the look on his face that he is hoping for a real treatment--the bonus...

- Looks like you win, baby.

Bethany gets up from her couch and a split second later with a perfectly executed roundhouse kick she crashes her spiked heel across his throat, slicing through the soft flesh, ripping it apart, damaging his windpipe. The man drops to the gound and starts convulsing, gurgling, gasping for breath, bleeding heavily.

- Men say I have a breathtakingly beautiful physique. You agree?

And then she kicks him a second time, driving the tip of her leather boot into his crotch. And to what effect! The other two servants simply cannot believe what their eyes have to register. The preconceptions of what is humanly possible are seriously challenged here--utterly unprepared to grasp what they are witnessing. How could they be prepared to the horrifyingly sadistic actions of this pin-up bodybuilder? Bethany simply drives her booted foot with such a power into his crotch, that it destroys not only his cock and balls along the way, but also crushes his entire abdomen and rips open half of his ribcage from below. When she removes her boot--roaring with laughter--you can see his heart still beating through the gaping hole in his body. His guts and viscera gush over the floor, blood everywhere. With just one devastating kick, Behany ripped a man in half!

- Hahaha! Was it good for you too?

In his last agonizing moments alive the busty brunette pushes her spiked stiletto heels through his eyes, crushing his skull like an overripe grape. She then faces her shocked audience. They are cowering in fear, absolutely terrified.

- I usually make them last longer. More pain, you see? Did I tell you to stop jerking off? I told you I want my boobs dripping with cum. Last who cums, gets punished. Don't you wanna know how I punish my men when you just witnessed how I give them a treat? Hahaha!

They start jerking their cocks like maniacs, but they have all the trouble in the world just getting an erection after the horrific killing of their colleague. The muscular behemoth smirks and brings her tits closer to their drawn faces, so they can smell the semen already dripping from her ultra-sexy curves. The servant having had the pleasure of licking her pussy has the most stamina and within a minute shoots another load of sperm over her ample bosom. He looks relieved. The other servant starts sobbing, drops to his knees, begging his mighty mistress for mercy.

- Looks like we have an unfortunate loser... OK, asshole, get up and go and get my long black latex gloves. I'm going to break you in so fucking hard and I don't want your blood all spilt over my arms.

The man slowly gets up, like in a dream--or a nightmare that is. He faces the woman who is superior to him in every aspect. In fact, a comparison is simply ludicrous.

- Oh, Bethany. Have mercy, please...

Bethany grins with sadistic delight, as she savagely grabs his hair. He screams in pain.

- Well, lick my boots clean and I might just let you live. And you there, lick the sperm off my boobs.

Both men are very happy to be able to accomodate the busty bombshell and lick like they have never done anything else. She savours every moment of their humiliation, the gagging when he licks her boots sticky with pieces of guts, or shit... When they are finished, she works their cocks to the verge of orgasm again--in no time...

- Go and get my gloves anyway. You're lucky: let's have a threesome. Don't spoil your cum along the way: you'll need it in a minute.

It does not take a minute before they return and the fit bodybuilder covers her fabulous arm muscles with black latex stretched to the max. They watch in horror how the muscle mass seems to live a life of its own, bulging dangerously, flexing, swelling and relaxing at the merest movement of her arm.

- It's impressive, isn't it? Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not that bad...

Her ultra-sexy appearance does not miss its effect: throbbing erections, aching for release...

[Goldbug]

A bit too gruesome for my tastes (I've been reading about serial killers the last few days, and some of this is too reminiscent of some real life stuff that I found quite disturbing), but K+ anyway for the effort involved.

[hero141]

Too gruesome for some... But hey, it's Bethany!  Enjoy, friends!

- I have a number of spots where I love cocks. Where would you like to stick it in or between? And don't be afraid, I'm very open-minded when it comes to sex... Ordinary nymphos look like frigid creatures when compared to my sex-drive and sex-life! Hahaha!

Both servants are totally astonished--tumbling from one astonishment into the other. Can she mean that? Could the pumped-up, gorgeous and ultra-sexy creature standing before them be willing to 'do' them? What is there to lose? Bethany drives them wild with lust, she is the pinnacle of female beauty, the curvy muscle goddess of beastly sex! Bethany's tongue wets her thick lips.

- I see you hesitate. A bad idea. Last week I was speaking to the newly arrived cohort of servants--some 200 men--about the rules of the house. I ordered one of them to come on stage and masturbate in front of everyone. He hesitated. I don't know why. He had a raging hard-on, precum dripping from its head purple with arousal. He drooled over my ultra-muscular hotbody. No wonder. I was dressed in skintight black latex pants, a matching top trying hard to cover my huge boobs, and high-heeled black boots. Facing him, I put my hands on his shoulders and rammed my knee into his crotch. Devastatingly hard.

The two men gulp in panic, yet their erections remain. Bethany is simply orgasmic!

- I crushed his balls and cock to pulp. I kept ramming my knee into his crotch, not to inflict more damage--the damage had been done--but I like the way the blood of my victims wets my muscles. The stupefying effect it had on my audience was awesome... Then I slaughtered everyone in the auditorium--I first castrated them and then beat their skulls to pulp with one blow of my gloved fists. No fooling around. Just like that. The fun part was when panic broke out, when they knew that they were going to be slaughtered and just had to wait their turn... It made me horny as hell. I had one of them lick my pussy and got off several times. I thanked him by saving him for last. I ripped him to pieces, slowly, meticulously, and broke every single bone in his body.

Bethany is toying with them, breaking them psychologically. She is so overwhelmingly dominant, one of the servants starts to cry. This jacked-up über-woman is just too much for him to handle.

- Do I have to add that this is the chance of a lifetime: my sexual expertise and skill are unparallelled. I'm the best freakin' fuck of the fuckin' universe! I'm all over the internet, lusted after by billions of men, used for masturbation all the time... Statisticians estimate that 95% of all sperm production involves Denise or me in one way or another... Most men fantasize about our bodies, even when fucking their wives... I guess the other 5% are gay... And even these faggots love our muscles... So, what will it be?

The crying man drops to his knees, silently sobbing, praying to the merciful God to spare him. The sight of Bethany's pumps, the towering, shiny stilettos still wet with saliva, draws him back to reality:

- ... Oh... please... Bethany, ... ... ehm... your mouth...

The other servant now also drops to his knees and totally submits to the towering female beauty before him.

- ... I ... I ... don't... feel worthy... ... Goddess. ... ... Two ... fingers ... a nail would be enough... ... to... have me in heaven. And if you deem me worthy, I'd love to cum between your beautiful tits.

Bethany smirks evilly and moves an index finger over her sensitive labia. She is dripping wet. Her sadistic urges increase to a level that demands immediate satisfaction. She orders the crying servant to move over to her bench and relax by the pool.

- I'll suck your cock in a minute. Let me first deal with this guy here. Don't you dare to look at what I'm doing or you'll get the same treatment. And I assure you: you don't want that!

When he is down on the bench he suddenly hears a wet, crunchy sound followed by a loud, high-pitched scream. And then another horrific sound of something being squashed followed by a more intense wailing and yelling. The agonizing cries reach a level that sends shivers down his spine, only to be followed by more ripping and crushing of bodyparts. He hears how Bethany mocks her victim, jeers at him:

- You worthless piece of shit! That's not a cock, that's a peanut!

- ... Oh please... No... Please... Please... No, please... Oh God... No...

- You're fucking inadequate in every aspect, asshole! You dared to propose to put your inferior prick between my magnificent double-D. Ludicrous! Men built like you should be brutally slaughtered, giving that kind of inferior cocks the sadistic attention they deserve.

And then you hear a horrific squashing sound followed by more shouting and screaming. Every time you think that the human voice has reached its limits in terms of eliciting ever increasing levels of pain, you are proven wrong. Bethany takes this guy on a journey through worlds of pain never deemed possible... And my God, she loves to travel! The busty muscle babe skillfully guides him from lands of excruciating pain through regions of inhumane suffering to places of horrifyingly painful agony. Every inch of her unreal dreambody is trained and built to be lethal. Everything about this steroid-addicted pin-up is fit to kill and slaughter. Ten minutes later all is quiet--except for the heavy breathing and husky moaning of a woman near orgasm...

The servant on the bench is too afraid to look. He is in shock. In shock by what he heard and by what he imagines that must have been going on. His brains are doing overtime: a super-sexy, ample-titted bodybuilder, a gorgeous muscle-stuffed nympho tortures his friend and colleague to an inhumane death and orders him to listen how she does her victim. The beautiful hands with the long, French manicured nails, hands that are capable of driving men nuts with arousal, that make men cum whenever wherever, these same hands have been the instruments in the slow, painful and ultra-sadistic destruction of a male body and soul...

- Strip naked and show me cock! Make sure you're hard or I'll ram your testicles down your throat!

The servant is terrified, but the order of the muscular behemoth is clear and he obeys without hesitation.

- What is it you don't understand about 'hard', asshole? Look at me!

In panic he looks at the gorgeous musculatrix, bathing in the blood and viscera of his friend and colleague. Her huge muscles bristle with power, her latex gloves, breasts and stilettos are covered with blood. She is like a red demon, rendering Satan himself superfluous: she embodies evil power, excess violence, brutal sadism. Sheer terror prevents him from getting an erection and then his gaze remains fixed on the gory remains of her previous victim, who is reduced to nothing more than a horrifyingly mutilated piece of meat--bones sticking out in all kinds of awkward angles, limbs crushed to pulp, perforated, smashed... His head is completely deformed, jaws and teeth missing, eyeballs crushed, nose broken several times...

- Still want me to suck your cock? I could suck it right off!

One small signal with her hand and 30 seconds later an entire film crew is ready to tape their actions. The remaining servant starts to puke. He realizes Bethany is going to torture him too and in panic he starts to run for his life. The busty muscle bitch smirks.

- Playful? I like that... I knew you'd love to feature with me all over the internet. This is the category 'super-snuff', baby. Not for the faint of heart...

She gracefully and quickly moves her ultra-trained physique and backflips like a pro-gymnast in the direction of the running man with an elegance and speed you would not expect from someone so big and muscular. Seeing her perfect, ultra-feminine physique move, rotation after rotation, the protruding breasts bouncing erotically, the beautifully arched back, slabs of striated and incredibly well-defined arm and leg muscles flexing and bulging, causes quite a stir among the male film crew. Half of them wet their pants. The other half has a raging hard-on. The servant does not have a chance against this genetically engineered killing machine: a perfectly executed kick hits his legs and stops his flight. He drops to the ground, writhing with pain.

- I didn't use the stiletto heel. Any ideas why? Hehe...

She brutally grabs the naked man by the neck and groin, throws him into the pool and gracefully jumps after him. Bubbles on the surface indicate movement and action under water, but it takes two minutes before the man's head appears, his face drawn in absolute panic, desperately gasping for air. He tries to swim to edge of the pool, but a fast-moving silhouette in the water pulls him back in--like a cat toying with its prey before actually going for the kill. After another two minutes under water Bethany appears on the steps of the pool carrying the man over her shoulder. All blood and viscera from her previous victim is washed away and she appears in her full muscular splendor: breasts dripping with water, and no sign of exhaustion although she has been under water for more than five minutes...

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The fun continues... 

The wet look with the black boots and gloves makes her sleek physique quite an intimidating spectacle to behold!

- Choking is the best way to get you hard, see? Not to mention a bit of lip and tongue action...

You can see how the servant's hard-on touches her slick tits, making it look ridiculously small compared to her lush bosom. Despite the mortal fear, he is rock hard, on the verge of a huge orgasm--Bethany must have performed some advanced magic while they were in the pool. The muscular hottie is freakishly talented in totally controlling men's cocks. She delicately positions him on his back on the bench next to the pool.

- There is only one way you can make it through this day and that is cum when I order you to.

She gets on her knees, makes sure the film crew has a perfect view of her well-groomed pussy and labia--not to mention her tight ass and bulging glutes--and moves her head between his legs touching and carressing the inside of his thighs with her long-nailed fingers. He shivers at her expert touch, the frantic throbbing of his prick showing his quasi unbearable sexual arousal. For the eye of the camera Bethany playfully flexes her glute muscles causing them to sway hypnotically in an ultra-erotic display of absolute muscle control.

- Look, baby. As promised, I'm going to give you a blowjob. Make sure you last more than five minutes. By the looks of your cock, you won't last one second... I hate premature cummers, stamina is important in a man. This is going to hurt but you'll thank me afterwards.

He feels two long-nailed fingers brutally enter his ass, while the nail of her thumb savagely cuts his scrotum. His world explodes: the excruciating pain prevents a huge orgasm. He is completely under the spell of the ruthless musclebomb: she controls him totally, she owns him... Suddenly the servant feels how skilled fingers move around his shaft and start pumping it. Slowly. Lovingly. Her gigantic arm swells with muscle movement as the gorgeous muscle beast shoves his cock in her hot mouth, swallowing the entire length of his 3-inch boner in one long gulp--balls and all. The fingers in the servant's ass are having a party with his prostate, massaging it, rubbing it, ensuring maximum arousal and making his cock swell to a size he never imagined possible. The man gasps in orgasmic pleasure.

- Oh my... my fucking God! Oh Beth... I'm gonna cum... gonna...

Bethany feels his orgasm approaching and increases the amount of suction to a level that has him screaming in agony, yelling to stop sucking. It feels as if she is going to suck his cock right off, as if she is going to rip his skin off. Also the fingers in his ass have stopped doing their magic and are ripping apart his asshole instead, slowly and very painfully. Blood is trickling down his ass. Suddenly she releases him from her mouth, the saliva bubbling from her mouth down on his erect prick. He screams at the top of his voice... The pain in his ass is unbearable. His virgin asshole is in no way prepared to deal with the expert skill of a she-beast trained in every aspect of torturing men to a brutal, monstrous end. Bethany has supervised and performed thousands of interrogations for all kinds of criminal purposes and organizations. Never--not once--did she fail to get the info needed. Needless to say that her services are well within the five-figure range and that the ghastly tortures often continue well after the necessary info is provided. Sometimes for days.

- Please, have mercy... Beth please! ...

She smirks sadistically, showing off her massive musculature to the eager camera, knowing the sheer sight of her pumped-up dreambod would trigger a tissue-moment for most viewers. Bethany does not even bother to wipe herself clean in front of the camera: the saliva dripping from her sensual thick-lipped mouth over her chin is only the natural by-product of a proper blowjob. And the talents and sexual expertise of this depraved and sex-crazed über-babe are well known. The other by-product of a blowjob--the male orgasm--is something that is completely under the control of this busty musclegirl. Once you fall into her hands, she decides if and when you cum. She owns you...

- I could keep you on the verge for hours, but you're not worth it. Your cock is absolutely worthless, no fucking way you can satisfy me. Perhaps if I used your shinbone as dildo... And fuck! I wanna get off, now!

The total muscle bitch gets up, turns around and slowly lowers herself on his erect prick. The servant gasps from sheer arousal as he feels his rod being sucked into her soaking wet pussy. He has perfect view of her wide back, her massive traps, every striated muscle and fibre oozing ultimate female power. His eyes widen in panic, as he is absolutely terrified at the physical sight of her devastating, mankilling muscle mass. And then he does not even notice--things the camera registers in minute detail--how her nipples are hard and erect giving her already orgasmic boobs cum-triggering status. Instinctively he tries to push her away, only to meet a rock-hard expanse of muscle mass, slick with water and oil. Meanwhile, her pussy performs magic on his cock--the slow pumping movement of her pelvis combined with the internal vagina muscles working on the head of his prick soon bring him on the verge again. This pornstar muscle babe is indeed unimaginably skilled in and built for sex. She is the ultimate orgasm machine, a psycho bitch of rough sex.

- I'm so fucking good at this... Don't you dare to cum, asshole! One drop of your inferior jism in my superior slit and I'll rip you apart. And I'll make it slow and painful...

He looks in absolute wonder at her thick and vascular arms, veins meandering over the perfectly tanned flesh, the long shiny latex gloves are stretched to the max showing the awesome development and muscular differentiation in her forearms. There is no way he can contain himself in front of so much blatant sexuality. He is totally mesmerized by the orgasmic muscular movement of her ultimate body. As he is about to explode in a major orgasm--Bethany has aroused him to such a point that he is willing to accept any punishment for release--her fingers disappear in his ass yet again. With visible pleasure she transforms his ass into a horribly bleeding hole--blood oozing over her gloved hand, her lethal fingers not meeting any resistance, only soft male flesh begging to be ripped apart. Fingers backed up by the formidable power of the genetically enhanced, steroid induced muscle mass of her 30" arms! Utterly helpless in her expert hands, he is saved once again from orgasm, but at what price... His screams reach levels of agony only few have experienced.

- When I'm finished fingering you, you can finger me.

She pulls her fingers from his ass--having inflicted the pain necessary for him not to cum too quickly--and concentrates on her own pleaure again moving her pelvis up and down his still erect shaft, her internal vaginal muscles ensuring that his cock remains erect in spite of the severe physical and mental trauma he experiences... Bethany slowly, very slowly moves her arms into a double biceps pose, highlighting the supernatural size and differentiation of her pumped-up brawn. Her biceps peak to proportions beyond belief as she opens up her clenched fists and spreads her long-nailed fingers--her nails simply ripping through the latex gloves like the claws of an eagle. This woman is a beast!

- Look at this bod! The most arousing physique you'll ever see. You there! Come here and lick my nipples!
 
One of the assistents to the second camera, a very handsome young boy steps forward like in a trance and stares at her ample bosom, which is jutting up and down from the continuing pumping movement of her hips. This movement has become more fierceful resulting in a sickening crunching sound now and then--probably of bones being splintered--but she is careful not to ram her full bodyweight onto the servant's pelvis. Not yet at least. This would be too easy a death... The assistent feels kind of awkward in front of this sexbomb who is fucking the living daylights out of his colleague. All of a sudden he feels a hand grabbing his balls. Her gentle touch makes his already stiff penis harden to a size and hardness he never experienced before.

- What are you waiting for? Or do I have to close my hand?

He stumbles forward and has to grab her immensely broad shoulders for support. His hands meet ultra-hard muscle, so freakishly developed that he can feel every muscle group writhing just below the surface of the slippery flesh. Facing her world-renowned tits--an absolutely glorious, gravity-defying double-D--his tongue immediately goes into overdrive and he starts licking her nipples like a maniac. As he feels the hand around his balls tighten, he starts to bite her nipples while she increases the ferocity of her crush-fuck.

- Bite harder I tell ya! Harder!

The assistent bites as hard as he possibly can--her erect nipples are hard as steel. This provocative woman drives him absolutely crazy with lust and he feels an immense orgasm building up. Bethany senses his arousal and disdainfully addresses him:

- You worthless piece of shit! Don't you know you only cum when I order you to? I own everything and everyone around here.

- Oh please, miss... Please, don't...

- Don't 'what', you pathetic excuse for a man. Didn't you hear me? I OWN you.

Continuing her rough ride on her servant at a devastating tempo, the assistent suddenly feels Bethany's other hand on his ass and then... then his world simply explodes: the muscle vixen smirks arrogantly and with visible pleasure clenches the hand that held his balls, mangling them to a bloody pulp. Her hands on his crotch and ass prevent him from falling on the ground and the young gentleman inadvertently collapses on her ample bust. Normally an encounter that intimate with her shiny boobs would trigger orgasm after orgasm. Now they just meet screaming and howling. The assistent wails like an animal... She smiles wickedly.

- Oops! I just crushed your testicles.

And then she hisses to the entire filmcrew:

- Make sure you got this right or I'll torture you all to a gruesome end.

Everybody nervouwly moves around the cener of attention: ultra-sexy Bethany with her two lovers... Little do they know what the psycho muscle bimbo has in store for them. And then suddenly with a sickening squash she violently thrusts her hand upwards into his abdomen. With a couple of ultra-powerful thusts she moves her hand upwards further into his body so that it looks as if his body is pinned down on her muscular arm. Simply incredible! A horrifying sight. He is now actually sitting on her shoulder, her hand must be somewhere inside his ribcage! He tries to scream but only coughs blood and spasms in terrible mortal agony. Blood oozes over her superb body...

- Don't you have a heart? ... Oh here...

She finishes him off by ripping out his heart and dropping the bleeding corpse on the ground. All the time she continues to ride the servant, his pelvis already crushed by the devastating ferocity of her crush-fuck.

- You're worthless.

And she gets off him, looks him straight in the eye and throws him in the pool. The water colors red immediately... Exactly thirty minutes after Devon left her alone by the pool, Bethany goes back inside the mansion and orders a number of servants to clean up the mess by the pool: 35 bodies, heavily mutilated, all showing signs of massive physical trauma.

- Oh, and by the way, call the studio and ask to get us a new crew. They're spent...

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Let the bon bon rouler! 

- Let me be clear about this, girls: I want this John Wishop dead. I want him to serve as an example for anyone who dares to interfere with A.N.G.E.L. business. Also this Organization of Street Gangs needs to be dismantled. Our intelligence agency has compiled a list with 150 strategic targets based on the info obtained from intensive research based some of your 'sessions'.

Two big-titted bodybuilding beauties are comfortably sitting in leather swivel-chairs in front of a huge desk. The interior of the office is modern and stylishly decorated with all kinds of quirky accessoires and plush upholstery sharply contrasting with the urban-industrial setting showing off steel-racks, beems and huge concrete walls. The place oozes power and luxury. It signals to anyone entering the steel industrial door: money is important and we got loads of it. The two busty hardbods smile. Their huge muscular bodies are hardly contained in a white, see-through mini-dress. The elegance and sophistication of these low-cut halter dresses beautifully complements the insanely pumped-up brawn of their spectacular upper-bodies. The way the décolleté gowns expose the alluringly glistening flesh of their wonderful cleavage is poetry in motion. How low-cut can you possibly go? How sexy can a woman be? As they reposition their long sleek legs on the chairs, the dresses climb up and expose their perfectly waxed pussy showing an elegantly groomed tiny strip of pubic hair. It is easy to see they are wet. Dripping wet. Whether it is sperm dripping from their slit or just pussy juice making their labia shine, is not quite clear. The point is that these stunning bombshells are hot-as-hell, super-horny fucking machines. Their sexdrive always turns into sex-overdrive.

- 150 targets left? We'll pay these guys a visit, Dev. For sure.

It is hard to imagine these jacked-up beauties taking orders from anyone. Still, Dev's words are met with appreciation and compliance. One of the busty powerhouses gets up and her ultra-short dress jumps up to expose her muscular bubble-butt. Just the view of her fabulous ass crack and sexy glutes would trigger a tissue-moment for sure, if any men would be around.

- Hmm. 150? I thought we already got more of them. But I'm sure our intelligence agency is right. Just means more fun, doesn't it? I'd suggest we send a couple of our teams to the guys in the lower echelons of the organization. For the clean kill.

The broad-shouldered she-beast with the orgasmic butt positions herself under one of the many steel beems that make up the structure of the roof--remnants of the building's industrial past--and pulls herself up. With the agility, speed and elegance of a pro-gymnast she swings around and beautifully lands on the steel beem in a perfect split, lowering her seething pussy to touch the cold steel. Her muscle bulk shines dangerously, every muscle, tendon and striation is highlighted by the oil she has been rubbed in with.

- Yeah, great idea, Beth! I'd even suggest of taking the top-echelon captive. Then we can take our time to have our way with them. There are more opportunities for filming here than outside the mansion, right?

The beauty and melodic playfulness of her voice sharply contrasts with the evil and ultra-sadistic content of her words. The sheer size and bulging muscularity of this sex-goddess on the beem is utterly impressive. Combining lush pornstar curves with muscles that would humiliate any Mr. Olympia in contest shape, this überbabe makes heads turn in amazement and adoration, anywhere she goes. Or cocks hard in arousal and sexual excitement. Now she is showing off her athletic skill. Or is she? She re-positions herself on the beem with her legs dangling, the beem between them.

- Oh God, I adore having something hard between my legs! Let's see...

[cdefan]

Love it!

Back handsprings by Bethany and Denise in combat please!

Also, what are Beth and Denise's stats...height, weight, measurements...

[DEA]

Nice to see you back, Hero!

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Her bulging leg muscles explode with power as she starts pressing her legs together, taking on the 100-year old steel beem in a vice-like grip--quads and hams showing unimaginable muscular differentiation. You can see her luscious ass hardening around the steel, glistening glutes bubbling in hypertrophic development, glorious globes of muscle meat every inch 'Brazilian'. The noise you hear is not loud, but terribly significant as it signals the beem is giving in to raw female muscle power: the freaky beauty is simply compressing an industrial steel beem between her legs.

- Wow, Denise, this is fuckin' crazy!

Bethany, the other muscular beauty still on the swivel-chair, looks up admiringly at the stunning brunette on the beem. Also Devon, owner of the office and president of A.N.G.E.L., is stunned with admiration. It is obvious that Denise is not even trying hard as her obviously roided and shiny muscle mass is not yet strained to the max.

- Shit, Denise! Holy God! We knew you were strong, but this ... euhm... even in our eyes... is un-be-liev-able! Looks like your stay in the Perm region in Russia has inspired you... Hehe.

Denise, over 7 ft. and 348 lbs. of sociopathic, steroid-addicted, sex-crazed, ultra-violent, steel- and man-breaking female muscle! She smiles, elegantly swings around the steel bar, and with a perfectly executed double-salto lands on the ground. The speed, aggression and accuracy of execution are mindblowing--certainly for a woman as big and curvaceous as Denise. You can easily see that she enjoys how her hourglass body impresses everyone that looks at it. Any dress shows the ample curves of her massive breasts pushing forward, impossible to hide the erect nipples nearly bursting through the dress. Futile to cover the jaw-dropping slabs of muscle meat covering her wide back and broad shoulders.

- Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet. You should have joined us, Beth. Svetlana was in great shape... We only trained and fucked. The prison facility where she is Chief Security Manager, has grown bigger, for it now has room to house around 3,500 inmates. Svetlana's quarters and the guesthouses have become even more luxurious than they already were. I was treated like a goddess... Inspiration? My fucking God, we reduced the number of inmates from 3,000 to 30 in three weeks!

As she goes back to her chair, Denise adjusts her mini-dress so that it more or less covers her most curvaceous assets again. She moves her hand slowly over her crotch, so that her long-nailed fingers rub her beautifully waxed, wet pussy. It is hard to realize that everything about this wonderful woman is perfect. Simply everything about her is perfection, either by natural genes, intensive eugenetic hormonal treatment or by heavy training and daily treatment by a professional team of body, hair and clothing stylists and make-up artists. Denise is the apex of sensuality, the goddess of sex, a hypertrophic orgasm-triggering femme fatale...

- Oh man, it was great! This prison complex has great rules. Listen: one of them is that erection is obligatory at all times in front of the Chief Security Manager, Svetlana that is. Second rule: any form of orgasm is strictly forbidden, unless permitted by Svetlana--which she hardly ever permits... None of the 3,000 inmates masturbated. No wonder: the very few that did--there's always one or two a month who cannot contain themselves and the cameras register everything--are tortured for days for all to see. Images are shown on the huge television screens all over the facility of how these guys are butchered to death. Brutal and gory footage broadcasted again and again, causing quite some terror in the facility.

Denise grins in sadistic satisfaction, flexing one of her arms, driving her monumental biceps into a bulging boulder of raw, pumped-up power that has driven so many men either to orgasmic pleasure or gruesome pain, but in the end always to an ultra-brutal death.

- You know, having 3,000 fully loaded men around results in funny situations. Imagine, me entering a room filled with twenty inmates who haven't cum for months. And I wasn't even naked...

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The footage of this 'funny' scene can be found on the web. 'Not even naked' means in this case that Denise only wears extremely high-heeled pumps, highlighting the extreme muscular development of her diamond-shaped calves. But it is her massively pumped-up torso that receives all attention. It is Denise's mindblowing pornstar super-tits all Russian eyes remain fixed on: they have never seen anything with the sex-appeal of this pair of perfectly melon-sized yet firm and dense globes of alluring female flesh. The big-chested bimbo shows off her ridged, cobblestone abs and moves her long-nailed finger over the tiny strip of beautifully trimmed pubic hair. What a babe! She literally towers over the scrawny, famished Russian prisoners, their naked bodies simply ludicrous in comparison to the bodacious body of the sultry brunette. Almost simultaneously you can see their hands trying to cover their immediate erection. Within seconds they start to pop. One after the other.

- The suckers came all over the place! All of them... I didn't even touch their cocks. Hehe, nothing like the smell of fresh jizz in the morning and there was lots of it! The huge, thick, white blobs of semen clearly showed they hadn't cum for months. I'm not really used to these thick quantities of sperm. When I fuck a man, I'm only interested in his cock to last, so I force him into a couple of orgasms. Five or six usually keeps them going, not much jizz left to lick... Hehe. But here, oh boy, I could cover my boobs in the thick loads these guys produced.

In the movie on the internet, you can see how Denise arrogantly and with extreme violence forces prisoners to cum on her lubed-up hotbod. They are pulled, kicked, pushed and ripped into orgasm.

- But what I found fuckin' unbelievable was that these guys were conditioned in such a way that they didn't even enjoy their long-awaited, craved-for orgasm. They immediately feared punishment, retaliation. Some started panicking babbling incoherently, others started to cry, fell on their knees, begging for mercy. I roared with laughter, 'cause I immediately understood that Svetlana's sadistic regime had made sure these prisoners equalled orgasm with fear. Can you imagine? What an accomplishment! Nobel-prize material...

Busty Bethany grins and cannot hide her excitement for the cruel methods of the ex-KGB interrogation officer. Her swollen clit craves for tongue action, cunnilingus being her favorite sexual addiction. She gets eaten on a daily basis by a whole gang of well-trained gentlemen whose only aim in life is to satisfy her orally. Failing to meet Bethany's high standards means death. Needless to say that the composition of this group changes quite a lot.

- Wow, Denise! You make me horny as hell with your stories of these Russian assholes... Yeah, I can imagine--orgasm and fear: great combination, but it assumes you keep your men alive. For a while at least. I hate to keep my men alive. For me, orgasm equals death. Try to fit this in a Pavlovian scheme! Hahaha!

Denise roars with laughter. She knows the extremity and perversity of Bethany's appetites and she knows how to arouse her--knowing she will need tongue or huge cock to satisfy her demanding pussy soon.

- You naughty nympho bitch! Know what I did? You know of my special way to skin an erect cock, don't you?

Bethany has seen Denise perform this monstrously brutal technique numerous times and has tried it herself. With mixed success however. By ripping off the flesh from under the scrotum and pulling it over the shaft in one fluent ripping movement, you expose testicles and shaft, leaving the ripped skin hanging on the tip of the penis... It requires an incredible mastery of force, precision and delicacy to do it perfectly. If you stick your nails in too deeply you do more than superficial damage and you risk of ripping off the testicles or damaging them. If you pull too harshly, the skin is ripped off the cock. If you push too hard, your hand may crush testicles.