- Shut up and watch the show, M. Rosenberg, unless you have something to confess. Skinning a hard-on is such a turn-on, Beth, don't you think?
I notice how Bethany nods and disdainfully looks down on the crying man next to her: Steve is trembling in mortal fear when he notices how the big-titted muscle goddess is looking at him. Obviously, she does not care shit about him.
- Fuck Natalya, you call that fucking toothpick a hard-on? I am glad you finally treat this small-cocked sucker the way such suckers should be treated.
Steve knows he is doomed. He realizes I will not help him. I cannot. I am sorry to say but I am happy I did not confide in him and told him about the files at William's condo. I admit I played with he thought when Steve showed up there half an hour ago. There is nothing you can hide from these women when they torture you like that. This kind of torture is beyond brutal. Steve is wasted, panic is all too obviously getting the better of him... He starts to cry silently, tears rolling down what is left of his face. My God, he looks like a freak -- he is so heavily mutilated: Natalya really destroyed his face. She must have slammed her brass-knuckled fists into his face until everything was crushed to pulp: his eye-sockets are broken, his nose is gone, his lower jaw is dangling loose, his mouth has become a toothless gaping hole... It is ghastly to see the damage she has produced with her knuckles. She must have been so brutal, so savage... There is blood everywhere. He babbles silently:
- Please, ... any ... Anything... ...
- It fucking speaks, Natalya. It still talks.
Bethany turns her impressive torso towards the tortured man, her titanic tits in full view, nearly touching his face, making him look tiny and insignificant in comparison. For these women, brutally destroying this man is just like another day at the office, but, my God, are they beautiful! I cannot help but being drawn to Bethany's huge, gravity-defying tits surrounded by a landscape of muscle, a cobble-stone wall of power, giving her perfectly formed, round, melon-sized boobs that extra tinge of sizzling femininity. No doubt that this bodybuilding beast is a woman, her hulking muscularity not in the least undermining her feminine form and elegance. Quite the contrary, her boobs and brawn perfectly blend into a beautifully sculpted, ultra-sexy hourglass figure. A gorgeous combo: a muscular bimbo.
- Of course, you would do anything, you miserable cockroach. We'd fucking make you. Nat, I never understood why you kept up with him for so long in the first place. I would have snuffed him out on day one, ramming my huge strap-on dildo up his ass. Just one thrust would have been enough to brutally impale him on my monster-cock, slowly tearing his ass apart, opening him up from below. I would not even have bothered to fuck him hard; just destroying his ass and abdomen would have been enough. The starved rats in my dungeon would have done the rest...
- We know about your obsession with size, Beth, but Steve here served me well all this time. You have no idea how good he was at organizing my daily chores and routines, at running my private matters and at assisting with my business activities. Always kind and helpful. Quick and diligent. Funny to have around. And he was a fucking expert at eating pussy. I have had a lot of men eating me out, but no-one came close to how Steve made me cum. Jeez, he was so good. Made me melt like butter every time.
Bethany's right hand moves over his monstrously deformed face, while the fingers of her left hand push away Natalya's gloved hand which holds the lancet. Natalya puts it back in her box of paraphernalia -- I hope it stays there. Bethany start manipulating Steve's balls and penis. He still sports a hard-on and shivers -- whether it is in pleasure or pain I cannot say.
- With his mouth gone now, I guess his pussy licking days are over.
- He still got his tongue, doesn't he? And I don't think he needs an extra incentive to strictly obey any order I would give him. By the way, I knew he told us the truth about the USB-stick, but I just felt like doing him.
- But fucking up his face like this? Jeez, Nat, I thought you were going to smash his brains out, the way you kept hitting him with these brass knucks.
Bethany's fingers hover over his eyes, which have that strange bewildering look typical for those in agony.
- Can I pop an eye?
Natalya grins and nods.
- Sure, but don't do both his eyes. I want him to still see things.
Bethany starts laughing.
- You mean: you still want him to react to visual stimuli... I understand. Fuck, babe, you're evil.
Meanwhile Steve is trying to fend off Bethany's hands, but bound as he is, there is little he can do when she starts jerking him off by taking his penis between her index finger and middle finger, like a cigarette, and rhythmically moves them up and down Steve's shaft. Slowly. Almost tenderly.
- Which eye do you want me to pop, Steve? Left or right? Make up your mind or I'll do them both.
- ... ... Please ... ... Don't... ... God... ... ...
- Fucking inferior dwarf! Answer me!
And she savagely pulls his head backwards by his hair. It is almost as if she is going to rip off his head from his torso. Tears appear in his eyes, tears that make her smile -- I guess -- in sadistic satisfaction.
- ... ... Left! My left eye... ...
- I'll give you a chance. If you manage to get rid of your erection in the next minute, I may not pop an eye. That's kinda fair, isn't it? M. Rosenberg, you count to sixty. Aloud.
I startle, my heart is pounding in my throat, but I start counting. I can hear my voice tremble as I reach ten. Bethany's fingers around Steve's cock drive him mad with arousal. I can see she uses her thumb too in a virtuoso manipulation of his cock and testicles. Twenty. This is a hand-job given by an absolute expert in edging, controlling him completely. Toying with him. Thirty. Knowing he does not stand a chance. It is hard to see what is on Steve's mind but he must be desperate. Bethany's hand-job is blowing his mind. Such skill, such bitch. Forty. His glans is rosy-purple with excitement: rock-hard, shiny and swollen. With fifty the muscle freak releases his cock and continues to watch it as it keeps twitching in delight, pre-cum appearing at the tip until I finally reach sixty.
- You almost came, you tiny sucker! I told you to get rid of that erection, not to wet my hand with your worthless seed. Jeez, you're a total loser.
And with that she moves her right thumb over his left eye, slowly increasing the pressure, slowly pushing in his eyeball, until -- with an eerie squelching sound -- she probes her thumb into his eye-socket, crushing the eyeball, "popping" it. Poor Steve goes berserk with pain.
- O yes! That's how big-titted girls treat inadequately sized men. Fuck, Natalya. Let's do this piece of shit. Let's turn him into the cockless miserable motherfucker he really is!
Natalya nods in delight and raises her incredibly muscular arm, probably signalling to Bethany not to rush things and showing us -- men -- its monstrous size and its outrageous anatomic development, far exceeding any normal conception of the muscle gains bodybuilding may produce: it shows layer upon layer of a dense and vascular muscle mass, ballooning, flexing and bulging with the slightest movement of her hand. With arms like that, this Russian gym babe must be unstoppable! Invincible. Suddenly she bursts out laughing.
- You are fucking pathetic, Steve. I threaten to beat you up and you confess you are in love with me. In love. What a fucking joke! A romantic soul. A fuck who believes that love conquers all. That love rules the world. Hahaha!
She moves her monstrously muscular arm close to his face and he immediately cowers in fear, closing his eyes, bracing for the impact of an attack. Natalya grins lasciviously, savoring his terror, living off his fear. She slowly turns her mighty forearm to and fro twisting her wrist, making her upper arm muscles swell in response. Curling up her fingers and opening them up again causes her pumped-up biceps and triceps to flex impressively, clearly showing off how they are in peak competition shape: dry, vascular, extremely differentiated and above all, rock-hard and huge!
- It's arms like this that rule the world, Steve. Power. Sheer power. Power to do whatever you want. To fuck whoever you want. To slaughter whoever you want. You're meat to me. Convenient fuck meat. And to be honest, inferior fuck meat.
Steve looks into the cold eyes of his gorgeous torturer once again and I can tell he is humiliated, her words touch the core of his soul, crushing any hope he might still have had.
- Do you think love will save you? Do you think you play in my league? Huh? Minutes after I rebuilt your face, you confessed that you jerk off that miserable sausage of yours while you fantasize about my tits, my ass, my muscles. Now, that was the stupidest idea ever. There are millions of men drooling over my hotbod on the Internet. I know. The thing is that they did not sign a contract that stipulates the following: "Masturbation is prohibited during and outside working hours unless specifically ordered by a female employee of the organisation. Then it is obligatory. Failing to live up to these demands provides grounds for severe punishment, going from penile confinement to death by torture, whatever the female in charge sees fit. Male offenders may address any complaint to the Chief Executionatrix, Bethany." I cannot remember I allowed you to masturbate. Breaking rules means I start breaking bones. You don't mean shit to me. You're less than shit! It is not because I allow you DATY or because I suck your ridiculously small cock now and then that you should get any fancy ideas. I simply use and abuse.
Steve's eyes follow the sexy curves of Natalya's huge protruding breasts which obscenely stretch her bodysuit to the max. Boy, does she fill that outfit! Steve silently mumbles something...
- ... I do ... ... love you... ... O ... ... Goddess ... ...
He starts begging Natalya to show some mercy. At least, that is what I assume he does, because more than a frantic moaning and gurgling coming from the horrific hole in his face, is all he is able to produce. The sounds are unintelligible except for the morbid terror that speaks from it.
- Love you too, baby. Now, get hard!
With visible pleasure the ultra-sexy Russian bodybuilder waits for Steve to get a hard-on, mockingly teasing him when he fails to get hard, humiliating him further by holding her long-nailed index finger along the length of his penis, showing that her finger is almost twice the size of his flaccid cock.
- Pathetic! What's it gonna be, boy? Can't get it up, huh?
- I'd pop a ball. Or two. Or give him the finger.
The nail of Bethany's index finger softly touches his scrotum. It moves under his ball-sack, gently massaging his asshole, tickling it.
- Watch my forearm, Steve. Watch it. Watch how exceptional genes, advanced roids and lots of bodybuilding have built this baby. It's thick. Vascular. Strong. The last man I arm-wrestled with lost both his arms. I simply ripped them off. Tore them loose. Without breaking a sweat. Just like that. That's how powerful I am. That's how violent I am. And now I am using these same muscles to get you aroused. To get your cock fully pumped.
Steve intently watches the differentiated striations moving in her forearms as her talented fingers manipulate his cock and balls. His cock slowly grows hard and in no time he sports a throbbing erection, much to Bethany's satisfaction.
- I knew you'd like my touch.
Next she attaches a tiny steel wire around the base of his now fully erect cock and testicles and pulls it so tight you can see it almost cuts his flesh.
- Just relax, Steve. You'll thank me afterwards. It'll keep you hard without cumming too soon. M. Rosenberg, I am going to keep him on the verge of cumming during the whole foreplay. I'll make him go haywire with pain and arousal.
This cannot be happening. This woman is crazy. She is totally fucked up. I have to try and stop this.
- ... God, no... O please, my God... Natalya, you don't have to do this. Really, he does not deserve this. He is innocent.
Steve loses it. His breathing becomes labored, his babbling becomes even more incoherent and a hoarse and desperate moan escapes from his mouth. The Russian powerhouse suppresses a small laugh and turns to me, her one-piece bodysuit looking absolutely stunning on her, clinging to her huge curves, highlighting the outrageous muscularity of her magnificent physique, dripping with oil, rippling with power, her body all super-shiny and kinky. My eyes linger on her slick ultra-muscular legs, pillars of power, showing the kind of development that would make any Mr. Olympia jealous, the deep groves and ridges so perfectly defined, the striations in her massive quads showing how bodybuilding can transform a curvaceous hotbod into an orgasmic muscle goddess! Her high-heeled Louboutins make her calves stand out beautifully, the perfect diamond shape flexing under my smouldering gaze. This chick is so incredibly sexy and she knows it. She must have seen me watching, because she moves her long-nailed index finger of her hand over the huge vein crossing the inside of her thigh.
- Only you can stop me doing him, M. Rosenberg. Just tell me the truth about these files. That's all. What do you say, M. Rosenberg? Are you going to save this useless fuck? I might even let you coat these quads of mine. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Cumming all over these babies? Just tell me what I want to hear.
Jesus. Lord. Help me. I have to stay firm and keep denying. They cannot know. They cannot.
- I told you the truth, Natalya.... Please, I did not watch the files. I didn't even open them. I didn't even know I had them in my pocket...
- See Steve? M. Rosenberg does not care about you. I do. I really do. I will show you how much I care about you.
And then Natalya theatrically slowly retrieves the lancet from her infernal box again and goes to work. With careful precision that reveals plenty of practice, the muscular bimbo makes a couple of perfectly executed incisions along the shaft of his cock, around his ballsack and around the glans. Then, in one fluent motion, she rips off the skin of his shaft and balls! In a matter of minutes she transforms his erection into a red rod, into a bloody, skinless appendix, seemingly no longer belonging to his body. Yet, it clearly still does: Steve is beyond himself with pain, wriggling in his restraints, trying to cope with the shock, with the immense pain. His frantic screaming increases in intensity. He is delirious, beyond himself. His wailing reaches a pitch you would not expect from a man. Natalya closely inspects her brutal handiwork, lovingly caressing Steve's skinned hard-on, clearly enjoying him going haywire.
- I love you too, Steve.
My God, the whole procedure reminds me of the atrocities I saw this other gorgeous muscle woman perform in that footage on the USB-stick! Holy fuck, this is probably no coincidence. But they cannot know I saw it. They cannot. I have to stand my ground, but God, this is nothing short of horrific!
- Fuck, Beth, how I love this. And I'm so freakin' good at it. See? He remains hard... Hahaha! Men are so fucking easy. I could easily make him cum. Even now.
Indeed, I see Steve's severely tortured cock twitch in arousal. I am completely astonished. This is total madness: this woman just skinned his penis and yet his cock is rock-hard, on the verge of a huge orgasm! I notice how Bethany's gorgeous nips harden, how her hand goes down into her beautifully shaven crotch, her strong fingers tickling her swollen clit and wet labia.
- Don't let him cum, Nat. Unless M. Rosenberg talks, we'll continue playing with him. Show M. Rosenberg how playful you are and why men at Russian gulags would rather betray friends and family than have a chat with you... Hahaha!
The ultra-long nail of Natalya's index finger has been probing Steve's asshole for a while now, softly tickling the hyper-sensitive area around his anus, but now the blonde beauty savagely forces her claw deep into his asshole. Steve's facial expression reflects total shock at first, but then it looks like a jolt of unbearable pain is shot through his nerves: he goes delirious, gasping like a fish out of the water, wailing like crazy. Screaming his lungs out.
- O, don't worry. He won't cum. It's pain I'm after, Beth. I just sliced his prostate to shreds. No more sperm production for Steve. Can you call a man without sperm still a man? Hahaha!
Indeed, blood is oozing from his asshole over her hand, the black fingerless gloves slowly turning red. Steve's screams have increased in pitch again and are heart-rending.
- Haha, you're gross, Natalya. I overheard some men at work calling you the prostate queen, but I don't think they referred to any slicing...
- I told you my hand-jobs are notorious, Beth. There's a couple of guys from Finance I take with me to train once in a while. They're built like stallions -- more like your size type of guys. I always award them with a prostate hand-job after workout.
- Yeah, they were talking about how mega-arousing your fingers are. That they simply cannot resist your touch, that they lose all control.
- O God, yeah. They're always so fucking aroused after our workout. No wonder: my outfits re-define the meaning of sexy. Tiny or shiny. I don't even bother doing them in the locker rooms. Jerking them off in the gym has that extra drama to it, don't you think? I often challenge them to try not to cum before the sixty seconds mark, but they never keep it up for longer than twenty seconds: the moment I perform my magic up their ass, they're done. Hahaha! Just like this sucker here: his prostate is done too. It is such a rewarding way to fuck up a man. Who said these ultra-long and razor-sharp nails are dysfunctional?
- Mmm, yeah. The prostate is such a sensitive, responsive organ. And just like crushing testicles it destroys a man's masculinity. We should make prostate manipulation standard procedure in selecting and disposing of our employees... Hahaha! What do you think, M. Rosenberg? Is that legally possible?
I cannot bear to watch it any more and I avert my gaze. Bethany's reaction sends shivers down my spine: her voice changes in a throaty purr oozing dominance and latent aggression.
- Fucking look at him, M. Rosenberg! Watch her doing him! Or I'll order her to do your penis and ass too. You can still stop her from totally messing him up. Just tell us the truth.
Steve's eyes are wide open, failing to focus. His gaze reveals the horrific torment he is in. His legs are trembling, his arms have gone limp. His body collapses, the excruciating pain making him spasm and move in strange angles confined by the restraints around his wrists and ankles.
- Please, Bethany. Make her stop. I did not watch the files. Please, believe me. I did not. Steve has nothing to do with this...
Bethany's lips turn into a smirk. Luscious lips. Succulent lips. Lips made for kissing. Lips that trigger the wildest blowjob fantasies.
- You'll see the error of your decision, M. Rosenberg. I hate it when men waste my time.
I notice the impatience in Bethany's dark eyes -- My God, she is the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen: she has the perfect physique! Even seated she looks intimidatingly huge and unreal. Her ultra-sexy ballooning tits with pierced, rock-hard nipples would normally make me dizzy with arousal, but they only cause unfiltered fear now. Brute terror. Bodybuilding has turned this stunning cover-model into a magnificent muscle goddess! Her staggeringly curvy and sculpted physique oozes power. Jeez, just a glance at her bulging and vascular brawn, makes you realize that every inch of her dream-body is packed with layer upon layer of pumped-up power, muscles so dense and developed they could crush steel. Her levels of definition are staggering! Bethany's massive body is dripping with oil, highlighting every hypertrophied curve, every sculpted ripple and striation is visible. And she is not even skimpily dressed. She is simply naked! What a babe! When she reaches out her hand to touch my lips, I steal a glance at her unflexed biceps -- the size of it dwarfs my own, it must be bigger than my torso -- I am shocked by the way her surging muscles bulge ominously under her flawless skin. I wet my pants in terror. I cannot help it.