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The man is beyond himself from the extreme arousal. His swollen hard cock screams for release. He vigorously tries to comply with her command, hoping she will be easy on him, but holding back an orgasm when the Goddess of Porn is stroking your cock, is almost impossible. His hands start moving uncontrollably over her huge arm and broad shoulder over to her exceptionally large breasts where they encounter the luscious flesh of her slippery tits drenched in oil. His occasional erotic exhales now become a loud moan--she knows she has almost jerked him beyond the point of no return.
- How do you threaten a man who knows you'll slaughter him anyway? I'm sure your girlfriend doesn't have tits like these...
- ... Nnn... No! Nooooooo!
- And I'm sure your girlfriend has never jacked you off like this either. You wanna cum, don't ya? You desparately wanna cum.
Denise so expertly massages his balls in her talented fingers, teasing them with her ultra-long nails, while her other hand sensually moves up and down his shaft, gently squeezing the swollen head of his cock, performing advanced magic as index and thumb make extra strokes over the sensitive ridge of his cockhead. Indeed, this handjob is so unlike anything he has ever experienced before. Denise plays in a league of her own, defying anything close to normalcy. Even among the best of the best, she is an outlier.
- ... Oooh... Yess, mistress. Yesss... Please... Gonna cummmm!
- Hahaha! You don't fucking listen: if you cum, I'll remove your balls. Remember?
He is really panicking now. He starts to realize that this woman is not only totally out of this world in terms of her curvacious physique, but also in terms of inhibitions. Or better: the lack of inhibitions. Her provocative attitude, her exhibitionist streaks, her sexual skills, her sadism... He realizes what a sexbomb really means: he is about to being blown away...
- Nooo, I... I don't wanna cum! Oooh please. Help me, Goddess, ... please! ... Don't hurt me!
- Shut up, fucker! What do you know about pain? You're mine. You're done.
Suddenly she inserts her long-nailed index finger of her other hand deep into his swollen cockhead, blocking a huge gush of sperm. Meanwhile, she increases the tempo of her pumping hand. What a torture! The guy goes nuts: his impending climax is triggered by her increased jerking but halted by the sudden cock insertion. Looking him straight in the eyes--the situation he is in makes it difficult to enjoy the otherworldly beauty of her dark brown eyes--she continues to jerk him off so savagely that his foreskin is ripped off and his cock starts to bleed.
- Hehe. You like that? Still wanna cum, huh? Fuck-ing ass-hole!
These last words are reinforced by a brutal rhythmic squeezing of his shaft with each syllable.
- .... Aaaaah... Y...eeessss! ... Please...
- Cumming means death. Hehe. Beg for your orgasm, fucker! Beg or I'll rip your cock off.
The official's options in life have been reduced to begging for an orgasm which means she's going to slaughter him and not begging, which means she's going to slaughter him too. What a prospect! He is totally lost and does not know what to do or say. So, he just begs and hopes for some divine intervention
- P... P... leease... L... Let me cum...
The sadistic grin on her angelic face shows she enjoys his diligent attempts to prolong his life. When she feels he is going to shoot his load, she stops jerking.
- Let's see...
In one fluent movement showing the obvious traces of years of practice, Denise cuts open his swollen penis from the inside with the sharp nail of her index, slicing the cock along the length of its entire shaft! His dick simply explodes in a gooy mixture of blood and huge loads of sperm! It oozes between the fingers of her hand!
- What a joke. I just nailed you!
Denise roars with laughter as the man goes mad with pain and starts screaming like a pig--high-pitched, heart-rending wails of total agony. She brutally grabs the back of his head and pushes him face-first into her orgasmic boobs, muffling his agonizing screams. Her tanned forearm is almost as large as his chest, bulging with sinewy muscle as she presses his head harder into her chest. Her frail victim is pawing desperately at her flexed massive arm, trying in vain to release some of the pressure on his skull. She casually flexes her other colossal arm for the other officials, pumping it into a magnificent biceps pose, showing off her dominance, her total superiority. Then her free hand moves back in the direction of his heavily bleeding crotch and she gently cups his testicles in the palm of her hand. Despite the pain he shivers at her touch.
- Want me to play with your nuts too?
She feels his panic-level rising skyhigh, as his irregular breathing against the soft flesh of her orgasmic boobs becomes intenser and even more uncontrolled. But there is nothing he can do. Vintage Denise: her victims know what is coming and there is nothing they can do about it. They can only submit. Without the slightest remorse and with visible pleasure she very slowly crushes his balls--savoring his agony, his total submission to her ultra-sadistic whims.
- This makes me wet. Dripping. Wet. Consider yourself lucky I'm in a good mood. You don't wanna face these pumped-up muscles when I really wanna fuck you up.
He is almost past words, too engrossed and regressed into his own private agony. Just as he thinks the pain is unbearable, he feels her fingers pushing and tearing their way up into his abdomen, increasing his pain-levels to inhumane heights. He does not know exactly what her fingers do to his insides, but it feels like he is torn apart from within. Blood gushes over her mighty ultra-muscular arm. Her motions are so deliberate and controlled that they indicate years of practice. Indeed, opening up a man from below has been one of her favorite ways to kill a man, because it has this very dramatic and theatrical quality to it: strong fingers ripping and tearing their way up, outrageously ballooning arm muscles outsizing a male torso forcing pelvic bones to explode by the slightest flexing of her bis...
- I'm in! Hehe. Men are so easy. So weak. Anything to say?
Denise releases some of the pressure on his head so he can breathe and she can enjoy the otherworldly sound of the scream escaping from his mouth. Agony, desparation, hopelessness, pain. She quickly and with vicious force pushes his face back against her tits. She pushes so hard, you can hear his skull starting to give in to the assault.
- Hey guys! I have an idea: don't you think my legs need a work-out?
The other officials stare in terror at her long, sleek legs, the striated calves--thick balls of menacing muscle pushing through her leather boots--, the large knots of knee muscle, and her impossibly huge and rippling thighs. Just one of those shiny, pumped-up monsters is bigger than her victim's entire torso and each has teardrop muscular patterns casting shadows upon themselves. Long, lethal legs. It is these mighty limbs she puts into action and starts kneeing him in the groin with. The impact of the first kick totally annihilates his already heavily mutilated crotch and lower abdomen, producing the delightful sounds of crackled bones and a sternum that is being shattered completely.
- Fuck yeah! This is music to my ears!
And she continues to knee him in the groin, her knee disappearing with lightning speed into his unprotected crotch. Time and again... While she presses his head against her buxom chest, his undermatched ribcage and everything below is kicked to mush. Meanwhile, his skull proves to be too weak for the sultry flesh of her big boobs as she slowly smashes his head against her bosom, enjoying how his skull give in to the pressure of her hand. How the hardest part of his body proves to be way too weak for her softest assets. The other officials stare in horror at the scene developing before their eyes. Their cocks go limp in their hands, as she leaves the bloody remains of her victim squirming on the ground, bathing in a huge pool of blood.
- And boys, like what you see? I wanna see sperm! You don't want me to jerk you off, do ya? You just saw what happens when I do. Hahaha! He who cums first, gets out of here alive.
The men try to get a hard-on, but terror has gotten the better of them. Even when Denise comes intimidatingly close to one of them and gently cups his testicles in the palm of her hand, his penis remains flaccid.
- You're so utterly inadequate. I want my men big and hard.
The man tries hard to get hard by frantically jerking his cock, but the dazzling dominatrix standing before him is just too intimidating.
- Get hard, loser!
How he tries. Oh God, how he tries. Jerking and working his cock. Denise visibly enjoys his desparate attempts to get an erection.
- Hahaha! What's the matter? Is this inferior excuse for a cock all you got? You're built like a mouse. My clit is almost bigger than your flaccid penis!
She brutally grabs his balls and sinks her long manicured nails into his frail flesh, drawing blood. Lots of blood as she digs her merciless claw deep into his crotch. His hands try to push away her huge arm--and he does not even realize how absolutely ridiculous his vain attempts look. Her arm alone carries more muscle than ten Mr. Olympias over their entire bodies! It is ultra-developed, beautifully differentiated, and freakishly vascular! Suddenly she simply rips off his penis and balls! Her other hand grabs him brutally hard by the hair and lifts him off the ground, like he weighs nothing, showing his colleagues the results of her work. He is beyond surgery, beyond help: the ugly wound oozes blood. The fit Latina ignores his pleading cries and smashes him repeatedly face-first against the wall, enjoying the way his face changes shape and colour, his legs dangling awkwardly under his limp body. Suddenly she rams his skull brutally hard against the wall, crushing it completely. His body convulses spastically as he drops to the ground. The others watch in horror as she executes their colleague in cold blood. A quick death considering her appetites.
- See? It's better for your health to immediately comply with my commands. And I can't say I didn't enjoy it.
Denise beckons the three remaining guys with her long-nailed index finger to come closer. She spreads her monumentally muscular legs slightly, her shiny black boots with 9-inch razor sharp high-heels make her tower above the terrified men. She orders one to starts licking her wet slit, while the two others are commanded to place their cocks into the palms of her hands. The men immediately do as ordered--they look petrified.
- You like my strong grip, boys? Well, I hope you do, because I wanna see my quads coated with sperm. Lots of it.
The slightest contact of his erect dick with her hand has one of the men cuming like a geyser, shooting a huge load of jizz all over her quads. Denise is surprised.
- Holy shit! Men say my touch is heavenly, but this is crazy. Still horny as hell even after you've seen me slaughtering these assholes...
He looks up at her. Denise feels his cock hardening again in her hand, even after that blasting cumshot.
- Jeez, such enthousiasm! You love to watch me snuffing these guys out, don't you? I like that, but your dick's way too small. I consider eight inches small and you're not even five. Waste of time.
The guy sports a throbbing erection again.
- Oh please, Denise... You're my Goddess! I watch you every day. ... Your videos.
The huge she-beast smirks at his confession.
- ... And you take this cute little pecker in your hand and you jack off to my muscles? Is that it, huh?
- Yes! Oh yes! You're so sexy, so dominant, so superior to all these fucking males. I'd do anything to serve you for the rest of my life. Let me be your dog. The shit of your dog. The shadow of the shit of your dog.
Denise smiles, showing off her perfect white teeth and sexily wets her thick sensual lips, knowing it will drive him crazy. The superior amazon looks at his cock again, which is throbbing with pleasure in the palm of her hand, and huskily orders him to cum. He looks up at his Goddess and shoots a thick load of sperm over her bulging striated quads. She approvingly massages his balls, her nails gently moving over his asscrack making him shiver in pleasure.
- You just won the contest and saved your life, baby. I may have to reconsider the size-issue. You're cute. ... And what about you, dickhead? Don't you see the danger of your situation?
She smilingly faces the other man who is still in shock from witnessing her horrific actions, but he cannot keep himself from being enthralled by the arousing presence of the overwhelmingly sexy bimbo all geared up. One look at her arm and he notes the thick veins snaking over the ultra-thick hyper-muscular forearm coming together in the beautifully articulated vein crossing a mega-beast of a biceps. The huge upper arm with pumped-up horseshoe triceps looks like it is carved out of marble--its destructive power so obvious and blatant it hurts. Both men are lucky to get hard immediately--the delicate touch of her nails over their cockheads helps. They frantically start to ride her hands. In less than five minutes Denise milks these guys another two times, huge quantities of sperm are dripping from her bulging thighs and quads. A predatory smile appears on her face. She is indeed uninhibited when it comes to sex. And to a number of other things as well.
- Good boys. Looks like your obedience compensates for your lack of size. With cocks this size, you would merely buy yourselves a ticket into my dungeon. My torture dungeon that is. Room in the cages for over 1000 slaves. Mean survival time: one week. A place for experimentation. For brutal fun.
And then she faces the guy between her legs.
- You're absolutely worthless at cunnilingus. Never licked a woman before? Men tend to put in more effort when my slit is involved.
He looks up, absolutely terrified. Petrified.
- No... Don't tell me you're a fucking virgin. How old are ya? Thirty-five? Forty? And you're still a fucking virgin? What a joke!
She brutally grabs his hair, lifts one of her majestically muscular legs and fully in control but with devastating force drives the high-heeled stiletto of her ankle boot into the man's back, in a vertebra just above his ass. It cripples him for life, paralysing him from below the waist, sending him into a world of utterly gruesome pain. Holding his head between her legs, she then very slowly crushes his skull, his head giving in to the savage force. She squashes it like an overripe grape, blood and brain matter dripping down her superior sleek legs.
- Lick me clean, boys. And do it quickly. I've got a whole stadium waiting for me. 20,000 men craving to see this hotbod in action!
They are devastated: licking the blood of their colleague whom she just snuffed out. Their sperm dripping from her quads. Their slight hesitation has not gone unnoticed...
- What are you waiting for, dudes? Need a little incentive?
They start to lick. Terrified. Gagging. It is monstrous what they are ordered to do. They are also totally astonished by the differentiated, rock-hard muscles their hands and tongue encounter.
- You like the muscles that are going to do you?
When they stop licking for a moment to look up to the gorgeous Latina, they seal their fate: skilled merciless hands savagely grab them by the back of their heads, violently pulling their hair and smash them face first against her quads. She does not go for the kill, but the impact is still enough to destroy part of their faces, breaking their noses, sending teeth all over the place. You can smell their fear, horrified as they are facing this gorgeous killing machine.
- Get up! Get the fuck up, you ugly sons of bitches!
She enjoys the terror on their mutilated faces, their bloody mouths failing to produce pleading words... They face their big-titted tormentor again hoping she will spare them, but you can see the bloodlust looming in her eyes, her genetically selected and psychologically enhanced urge to inflict pain and kill is reducing their chances of survival to zero. This is what she is engineered for.
- Spread your legs. Both of you. If you're able to keep quiet, you'll live to tell. Got that?
Both men nod automatically, almost like in a trance, not really grasping her cruel intentions. Suddenly she kicks one of them in the groin, sending his
testicles back up somewhere into his body, smashing his penis to a bloody pulp. He does not even have the time to protect his crotch with his hands. Not that it would have made any difference: this was a bone-shattering kick meant to destroy. He doubles over and sinks to his knees, his eyes opened wide, his mouth gasping like a fish out of the water, but no sound comes out. He remains like that for five long seconds until a high-pitched, heart-rending cry escapes from his lips, an almost inhumane, agonizingly shrill sound bearing all signs of his immense suffering.
- I told you to keep silent!
She
stomps on his throat, piercing it with her razor-sharp stiletto heel, destroying his vocal chords, silencing him. Denise loves how her suberbly sleek legs flex and bulge as she withdraws her heel, a fountain of blood spraying out. Raising her right leg
high over her head in a full 180-degree vertical split, she confronts the
last man, giving him a view of her perfectly groomed slit.
- You like my pussy?
She does not have to wait for an answer: his cock stands rock-hard.
- Well, baby. Seems like I have a size-issue after all.
With blinding speed Denise brings her leg
down, her axe kick shattering his skull like a melon.
Blood, brain matter, and pieces of bone fly everywhere. HIs skull bursts open, bones crack. She leaves him bleeding to death--to her standards he dies a very quick death. So, when she enters the stadium, her extraordinary hotbod is dripping with the blood of her victims. The two huge bodyguards standing at the big door before the arena are taken into an intimate embrace, their heads are smashed along the way to the cage between her pumped-up biceps and red-shiny boobs. The crowd goes nuts. More than 20,000 MMA lovers cheer for the ultra-violent she-beast as she makes her theatrical entrance.
- OK, champ, I hope your girlfriend fucked you before the fight, because I wanna fuck and when I fuck, I want my men to last. At least, I want their cocks to last until I climax. Then I want them to last to experience pain. Lots of pain. Ready, baby?
- Fuck off, you steroid freak! I'll feed you the silicone out of your fake boobs! I'll suffocate you with my cock after I raped your damn virgin ass! And I love it when they squirm. Just fucked my girlfriends--three IFBB bikini pros, sex freaks, nymphos.
Denise smiles. She turns even the strongest alpha-males into submissive pets.
- Know what I did? I castrated 500 inmates yesterday in a maximum-security prison and left them bleed to death. For some it took hours before life finally oozed out of them...
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Indeed, the warden of Sussex I State Prison had connections high-up at the Pentagon and he wanted to address issues of overpopulation. The Pentagon was always looking for ways to canalize Denise's insatiable lust for slaughter and the prison seemed like an ideal opportunity. A win-win. So, the ultra-hot Pentagon prodigy was allowed half a day of playtime with the prisoners and had full cooperation of the prison staff. Her actions would remain top-secret, so she could have her way. And she did: that Tuesday morning will remain one of the most memorable days in the dubious history of the prison complex...
- I had them fuckers chained to the wall in the central corridor, took my customized IMI Desert Eagle .50 caliber with its vintage 10 inch barrel and blew away their crotch by shooting downwards from close range between their legs. One after the other. Oh boy, you should have seen them beg and cower in fear when I moved my gun next to their swollen cocks! How I love my Desert Eagle.
On a big screen footage was shown of Denise working-out in a super-sexy, all-revealing, shiny black swimsuit and matching knee-high stylish boots. It was no amateurish movie, but a high-quality, multi-million dollar production, showing the uncanny muscularity of her shredded-to-the-bone, pumped-up physique from more than twenty camera angles. It was a poetic portrait of the beauty of her voluptuous hourglass figure bulging with muscle, including close-ups, slow-motions and sequences of hypertrophied shiny muscles in action. The director was a young, talented maverick, who after creating this masterpiece spent 72 hours in Denise's bedroom, chained to the ceiling, fuck-tortured to the most gruesome of deaths. His crotch and ass were like a war-zone: totally destroyed and mutilated beyond all recognition--probably the result of all kind of insertions and chemicals. Well, this production got these prisoners hard immediately. Some had been craving for a woman for years and were now exposed to an overdose of female sensuality. Some came once, most came twice, but even after one or two orgasms, they all sported straining erections.
- Their hard-ons appeared totally insignificant compared to the size of my shiny barrel. I let them feel the cold shiny steel of the barrel over their naked abs. I ridiculed them, mocked them, humiliated them. Guys who started whining were shot from below, the bullet travelling from under their crotch throughout their body up through their skulls. The others were simply shot from the abdomen downwards. I didn't always shoot first. Hehe. Some of these guys came all over the fucking barrel. I forced them to lick their semen and then I pushed the barrel deep down their throat to fire a couple of rounds. Their torso simply exploded! What a gun! Gotta adore the firepower! Some complain the Desert Eagle suffers from heavy recoil, but hey, my muscles aren't just for show! One hour later the guards were facing screaming, wailing, begging inmates, who were bleeding to death and suffering like hell. It took them a couple of hours to clean up--the assholes could use the extra work-out.
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