Just another job?

[nyfiken]

Glad to read this update.
I love this story

[Prophaniti]

whoo welcome back! cant wait to read more

[hero141]

And the story continues... Enjoy!

- I am a model and professional bodybuilder. I am also a dominatrix, a fetish goddess, a porn star, a martial arts expert, a gymnast, a business woman. I can make you experience pleasure like you have never experienced pleasure before. Or pain. Perhaps you like pain. I got five spare minutes. What would you like me to do? I won't charge you. And I'm very open-minded when it comes to all kinds of sexual oddities or perversity. Imagine what this body is capable of...

Holy God! Imagine what this body can do? My imagination has been working overtime for the past couple of hours. What should I do? Aletta explicitly ordered me to abstain from sex. Even masturbation was out of the question -- she was very clear about that. She was also very clear that she expected strict obedience and that any violation would result in brutal torture. She would allow the girls to go all the way. No way I want to share the last minutes of my life in the brutal hands of Natalya. Or Kass.

- ... But the device...

- That's no problem at all. I could use my fingers to pry it open but that will destroy the thing. I have an app that works on all of them. Let's see...

A couple of seconds later Elle has freed me of the penis cage and I feel so relieved. At the same time however, I feel guilty and terrified. My penis is hard and erect again. Fully at Elle's command. She snickers at the sight of my raging hard-on.

- Elle, I cannot. I promised my girlfriend.

- She doesn't have to know.

- Please, Elle. Don't do this. It doesn't feel right.

- How about this? Does this feel right?

Elle elegantly kicks herself up into a handstand on the table I am still lying on. Up close and upside down I really get to experience the intimidating size of this sexy she-beast: arms and boobs is all I see. Muscle and flesh. Flesh and muscle. Lots of it. Jeez... Then she moves over to my freshly groomed crotch and slowly lowers herself and starts doing handstand push-ups, nearly touching my cock with her lips. I cannot help it, but I am as hard as it gets. And hard is perhaps an understatement: I am on the verge of a huge orgasm. When she moves her hot and wet lips over my shaft, easily taking the full length of my penis into her warm and inviting mouth, gently sucking it, her tongue performing some extra magic, I need all my will-power not to shoot my load there and then. I am so terrified and aroused at the same time. She is surely designed for pleasure too.

- No, please! ... I don't want to. ... Please!

Suddenly I feel the suction around my shaft increasing. I think I am going to explode, but she suddenly starts sucking hard. Really hard. Pleasure becomes pain. A lot of pain. I start to panic as I fear she is going to suck it right off. Instinctively, I push her away, my hands touching that awesome torso. She loses her balance, but agile like a cat she propels herself into the air using the power in those humongous arms and elegantly lands on her booted feet.

- Mmmm, how playful. Wanna play? You wanna play with these?

And Elle flexes one of her impossibly muscular arms in front of my eyes -- the look on my face must be one of admiration, awe, and fear. I see webs of thick veins snaking over her gorgeously sculpted biceps. A monster. The muscular differentiation and hypertrophied development of her ballooning peak is simply insane. Her cartoonishly swollen biceps is so pumped it probably peaks at more than 30 inches. Imagine, 30 inches! It is surreal. Holy God, this bodybuilding beauty must be so freakishly powerful.

- Indeed, you fucking excuse for a man. I curl weights for warm-up you cannot even lift from the ground with two hands. Or even move an inch using all the force you have in that inferior, little body of yours. Can you imagine the weight of the dumbbells I do my regular reps with? Thousands of ultra-slow, totally controlled curls with these custom heavyweight dumbbells produce babies like this. And you think you can handle me?

- No, please, Elle. I promised my girlfriend. She'll kill me if I don't live up to her standards.

- And what will happen if you don't live up to mine? Fucking asshole! You think I would let you live? Huh?

I look at my cock and it looks red and purple all over, bruised and traumatized by her sucking it. Her sudden aggression scares the shit out of me. This babe surely is not used to being contradicted or disobeyed. The ripples and striations in her shoulder muscles and deltoids are so impressive that I have no doubt this stunning Latina could easily beat me to death. And when I think of the brutal footage at the shooting range, she is totally uninhibited when it comes to making men suffer. Her skinning of a man's cock is by far the most sadistic thing I have ever seen in my life.

- Killing would be considered a treat compared to how I punish disobedient men. Hahaha! You think you have the choice to refuse me fucking you. What a joke! What I want, is like the law of gravity: there is no way you can escape it. I'm the top of the food chain. And where would you be, huh?

I want to get up from the table and run, but Elle easily pushes me down again, grabbing my throat, cutting off my oxygen supply while her other hand gently starts massaging my erection. She leans down as her soft lips sensually touch my ear, wetting it. She obviously feels how she drives me wild. She throatily hisses:

- Stay down and do not cum.

There is something I find so extraordinarily kinky about being manhandled by this big-titted muscle beauty. Being up close with this ultra-sexy alpha-woman and having full view of that sculpted dream-body of hers is simply my ultimate fantasy coming true. Just seeing the shiny and deeply tanned flesh of her ballooning boobs proudly stretching her top -- the alluring wet-look of her generous cleavage would set thousand cities ablaze. I feel pity and envy at the same time for the garment that has the impossible task to cover that magnificent chest... And her arms! My God! Their sheer size makes me giddy. They are obviously left bare for all to enjoy -- if you got 'm, show 'm is all too obvious here. It is her hand around my penis however that drives me totally nuts with arousal and fear. I do not know how she does it, but her touch is simply heavenly, orgasmic, driving me nuts. Virtuoso fingers pump my shaft in ways I have seldom experienced before, except with Aletta. These muscle girls have not only trained their bodies to absolute perfection, they also know how to use their fabulous physiques. Aletta showed no mercy either when she sexually overwhelmed and dominated me with that ultra-sexy body of hers. I don't remember how many times she forced me into orgasm. Pumping my penis must have been a lot easier than pumping the weights she was used to. I was totally spent in what seemed to me like a never-ending Olympic fuck-fest. And here I am again on the verge of a huge orgasm in the weirdest situation ever: everything in my body screams "orgasm", but cumming is the last thing I want to do. I fear Elle's reaction when I do not comply with her order and I want to stay true to Aletta... Fuck! I feel tears running over my cheeks. I am lost.

- ... Hehe, I cannot imagine you don't like my touch. My sexual expertise and experience are unparalleled. Your inferior little weenie here has never been handled with such skill, such dexterity. By the way, I don't usually do inferior cocks, but I'll make an exception. Just for you, Henri.

I can see she enjoys my agony. Her nipples harden under her sleeveless top, poking obscenely through the over-stretched material that tries to cover her chest. Elle looks so freakishly sexy in this outfit. Well, any outfit would look sexy on this kind of torso: there is no way to hide the alluring, shiny mounds of her bolt-on ballooning boobs which contrast sharply with her sharply cut pecs, her humongous rounded shoulders and ultra-striated deltoids. Even a hoodie would not be able to conceal the super-curvy lines and jacked contours of this muscle-packed, ultra-feminine physique! A female bodybuilding-pro in peak condition, including the intimidatingly sexy stage-look, putting to shame any male pro. He would look skinny, scrawny, petite compared to the female muscle goddess. The degree of vascularity in her arms is simply mind-boggling: thick veins crisscross the shiny surface of her bulging arms, a huge vein snaking from under her dress across her shoulder over her pumped-up, over-sized biceps. This woman is so jacked! Luckily she releases my penis and stops pumping it, but the arousal is simply overwhelming me. She also loosens up the suffocating grip around my throat and moves her hand over my stomach to my penis, while a finger of her other hand probes my ass.

- Please, don't make me cum. For the love of God, Elle... Please, let me go... My girlfriend will...

She grins salaciously, licking her gorgeously thick lips. My God, I suddenly feel a finger entering my ass, a finger that surely knows where my on-switch is. The finger in my ass makes my cock twitch in arousal, making it throb without the satisfaction of release. This gorgeous creature is dominating me with one finger!

- I own you. I control you. I cannot expect you to have the stamina of a man when you're built like a boy, now can I? I see you like my touch.

I like her touch as much as I fear it. I cannot believe it: she fucks me with one finger in my ass! I am about to have the most explosive orgasm in my life and she does not even touch my cock. This muscle goddess forces my arousal to go sky-high, my breathing becomes labored -- I am literally gasping for air -- Elle is simply breath-taking. I manage to stammer.

- No... ... ... Please... ...

But she knows I totally lost it.

- Listen: you're gonna coat my biceps with semen. I want them to drip with spunk. And then you're gonna lick them clean. Like the obedient little bitch you are. Think you can do that for me? O do you need a little encouragement?

I feel her pushing a couple more frighteningly long-nailed fingers up my ass, while she seductively grabs my twitching penis and very slowly pumps her hand up and down. I must say: this woman is a total virtuoso! Most of my former girlfriends knew that I loved being jerked off, that I loved the control they had over my orgasm. And some really had the talent to edge me for a while, or denying me to cum, making me beg for release. One had that fantastic dominant edge to her: she would arouse me on the craziest occasions, while driving, shopping, or hiking. And then, whenever the situation allowed for it, she would open my trousers, grab my hard-on and pump it to blisters, mocking me for the horny motherfucker I was. Jeez, how I loved those moments... But Elle's prostate hand-job is from another level. From another universe. She completely blows me away. Her actions are so aggressive, so invasive, yet so controlled and deliberate, I lose all control. This muscle domme surely knows how to milk a man! She owns me indeed: I have lost all control over myself. Her ultra-talented fingers exactly know when to push my on- or off-switches so that I am past holding back an orgasm or trying to have one. My body responds independently to her expert manipulations. My God, she is so fucking talented at this...

- Mmm, Henri... What will your girlfriend say when she gets pics of you diligently licking your sperm dripping off my freshly pumped biceps, your hard-on fully at my command again?

- O no... Please. Don't...

- I would say that counts as cheating. What do you think she will say? Weren't you supposed to keep your penis-cage on, huh? Is this your way to obey?

- ... God, no... Please, Elle. Would you please put the cage back on?

The smirk on her gorgeous face shows how she loves the control she holds over me. My God, she surely knows how to show off that crazy body of hers. Her size is simply out-of-this-world! I cannot take my eyes off her massive, porn-size tits sexily glistening from the oil they have been rubbed in with, the obscenely deep cleavage leaving no doubt about the essence of her trade. I drool as I continue to stare at her boobs, mesmerized, her expert fingers continuing their assault on the last bit of resistance I may have had.

- Men never learn how to behave properly in front of an alpha-female. I own you. And you know what that means? I not only control your ridiculously inferior cock. I control everything about you: your body, your mind, your life. I expect total submission. Got that, asshole?

As she pronounces the word 'asshole' it feels like she is ripping my ass apart. I have the awkward feeling of being filled up.

- Just pushed my fist in. Like it?

I manage to nod. All the time she keeps me on the edge, jacking me off so deliciously, slowly moving her strong hand up and down my shaft.

- Most subs like it. The complaining starts when I shove my forearm in. My arm is so muscular that it rips their assholes apart and when I start flexing, it usually breaks their pelvis too. Actually, it is only the brave who complain -- the others are simply too petrified to talk, as I threatened them to feed them their balls if they said anything without my explicit permission. It is so nice to be a bodybuilder.

I gasp. I am past anything. Nothing can stop an orgasm now. It does not take long before I cum. I cum so hard I cannot even believe it: the blobs of sperm are huge and she skillfully directs them to land all over her massive arm. Her fingers up my ass expertly break any will-power left and make me submit to waves of pleasure unknown to me. The sexual stimuli totally blow me away. She literally drains my balls as my view becomes blurred until all is black. ...

--

When I open my eyes again, I realize I fainted from the biggest orgasm in my life. But no post-orgasmic bliss for me today: I feel terrified. What if Aletta finds out about this mind-blowing orgasm? I feel ashamed too. Elle does not look amused.

- Your lights went out. My prostate hand-job must have been too much for you. Fucking lick my arm clean, weak little shit!

- I'm sorry! ... So... sorry...!

I am still lying down as she arrogantly presents her humongous arm in front of my face. I startle as I realize how freaking big she is. Her arm is a size-monster, a muscular miracle, a bodybuilding wonder. Drops of sperm trickle down the bulbous mountain of muscle. I carefully move my tongue over the perfectly tanned surface, feeling every sculpted ridge, every vein covering the bulging mass. My hands unconsciously search for support and gently touch her lower arm, which is so thick and muscular I cannot get my fingers around it. My trembling fingers encounter ultra-jacked and roided hypertrophied female muscle. She is so powerful, so freakishly intimidating. She suddenly grabs my hair and impatiently pulls my head closer to her shiny skin.

- Lick, you pathetic piece of shit! I want every inch of my skin to be perfectly cleaned. I have clients who paid astronomical amounts to get what you just got.

The mere presence of this ultra-dominant bodybuilder makes me cower in fear. I would do anything to please this powerful goddess. I lick and I lick. She continues to guide my head so my lips touch the oiled skin of her arm. I see the alluring flesh of her huge boobs. Her control over me turns me on again, but a little stir in my crotch is answered with a wave of excruciating pain surging through my entire body. O God, she must have put that infernal penis-cage back on while I was unconscious.

- Mm. Excited, are we? Hahaha! I can tell ya: your free ride is over. Just a few pics for the record.

And with her mobile she snaps a couple of photos of me licking my semen off her arm. I do not have the courage to say anything. I am doomed if Aletta finds out. I am done.

--

When I enter the beautiful spacious lobby of our company the next morning, I notice it is empty -- this is no surprise because it is before 7 a.m. and most employees work regular office hours. I go to the reception desk. The guy on duty -- his name tag tells me his name is Larry -- looks pale, like he has seen a ghost. This is no surprise either. These guys work long hours in two shifts of twelve hours, because the women want the reception to be open 24/7. They want access to the gym and the other facilities at all times and they love to be welcomed by a friendly male face. And indeed, it always strikes me how good-looking and sharply dressed these men are at the reception desk. Larry is no exception: a handsome, well-groomed man in his twenties, showing a Nordic descent: blonde, big, blue eyes. A man women find attractive.

- Hi M. Rosenberg. You're up early today!

- Hi Larry. Sure, I have an appointment with Aletta. You don't want to let her wait, do you?

- Surely not.

And then he adds in a conspiratorial whisper.

- Denise and Bethany are here too. And Kass and Natalya too.

- Huh? ... ... Why?

- I don't know, M. Rosenberg. They all wore these ultra-sexy outfits, from string bikinis to pvc-catsuits to cocktail dresses showing an awful amount of oiled flesh. Their make-up was excessive, like they were going to a photo-shoot for some erotic bodybuilding magazine. And they all looked so jacked, their dense muscles bulging out of their outfits, veins visible everywhere. Like they had been lifting heavy weights all night. They also carried bows and arrows. And shotguns. Huge shotguns -- last week I saw a strikingly handsome woman shooting one of these babies at the range single-handedly. And she handled the recoil so elegantly I wanted to go up to her and say how impressed I was with her shooting, but I was too intimidated. And now I see Bethany carrying two of these SPAS-12!

I hear some noise -- muffled laughter and subdued screams -- coming from after the huge staircase standing like a monolith in the middle of the lobby. When I approach the stairs, I see where the noises come from and I am totally unprepared to fathom what I witness.

[WittyKatarina]

Great to see more of your wonderful story hero141. Luv the handstand push-ups scene. That's incredibly hard to do, but of course for a woman like Elle with her massive forearms and huge wrists, they can obviously hold up her weight easily and make those handstands effortless.

[WittyKatarina]

Still working on this? Eager to read about the girls and their bows and arrows, shotguns, and back handsprings. We miss you.

[hero141]

Just a little snippet to let you know I'm still working on this. The girls are on fire. Don't forget K+... And I can tell ya: this is only the beginning... 

I hear some noise -- muffled laughter and subdued screams -- coming from after the huge staircase standing like a monolith in the middle of the lobby. When I approach the stairs, I see where the noises come from and I am totally unprepared to fathom what I witness. I see a dozen or so men, all naked, their white and often shabby bodies in sharp contrast with the deeply-tanned and hyper-muscular beauties dominating the scene. My God, and do these women look stunning! Gorgeous does not even begin to describe the otherworldly beauty of the ultra-feminine curves on display here. I lack eyes to take in the whole situation at once, but it looks totally fucked up. Totally.

- Get on your hands and knees. And crawl like the insect you are.

I recognize Bethany immediately. Who would not recognize this busty beauty in the shiny black sleeveless catsuit, the kinky high-heeled black boots and the ultra-short black rubber fingerless gloves. The form-hugging rubber suit looks scorcingly hot on this bodybuilding babe, because it highlights every curve, exaggerates every pumped-up bulge and striation and every muscular ridge across her monumental dreambody. It emphasizes her inflated hourglass figure with the broad v-shaped torso thick with muscle, her unnaturally huge, silicone-stuffed boobs jutting right out of her chest, her rippling abs moving over into a tiny wasp waist -- which looks ultra-tight on a woman of such size -- and then swooping way back outwards again with humongous thighs swelling under the rubber. The shiny, liquified look of the elastic black rubber beautifully matches her own deeply-tanned skin, which is obviously oiled for the occasion. Just like during my job interview Bethany has that ultra-sexy shiny stage look, which is so familiar at bodybuilding competitions, but when women show up all shiny and oiled up like this in real-life situations, they look so irresistibly hot. To me, they simply ooze sex. And power. Bethany looks so fucking kinky and erotically charged oiled up like this. Her bare arms all shiny and glistening simply blow my mind! I cannot help but being totally amazed by the sheer size of these anatomic miracles, which beautifully match her intimidatingly broad shoulders with thick striated delts. The peaking meat of these massive muscular monsters breathes brute female power! I imagine these babies ripping a man in half: it would be the easiest thing in the world. Now she is carrying two heavy machine guns, but it still looks like she is like handling toys. Being "heavily armed" gets a totally different meaning with Bethany! And then her legs -- oh boy... The slightest step makes the muscle mass of her legs ripple under the rubber, humongous quads bulging dangerously, veins prominently showing through the suit, her high-heeled kinky boots showing-off her diamond-shaped calves. What makes her look absolutely stunning is that the front of the outfit is zipped open and shows an indecent amount of cleavage, exposing the alluring flesh of her huge shiny tits, which -- just like her cobblestone abs, a magnificent eight-pack -- are left bare for all to enjoy. She looks so intimidating, so outrageously sexy...

- You don't want me to hurt you now, do you?

- No please.

A man immediately obeys and starts crawling on his hands and knees, looking up into the beautiful eyes of the bodacious beauty. I can see Bethany's sensual lips slowly widening into a sadistic grin. In a sexy melodious voice that contrasts with the sheer brutality of her statement, she adds:

- Don't worry. I am not going to hurt you, baby. ... I'm going to fucking redefine your notion of pain. And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.

His face distorts in a mixture of pure horror, disbelief and wonder as he looks up again at the bodybuilding beauty, each hand holding these devastating shotguns. The other men, all naked, their clothes lying on the ground -- the typically dark overalls of the cleaning personnel -- all look in abject terror at the big-boobed dominatrix, all praying for a divine intervention so she will refrain from doing what everyone thinks she will do. They look so submissive, so servile, their defiant bodily hexis so big a contrast with the natural superiority and domineering look of the women. Now I start to grasp what must have happened: several teams of cleaners work the early morning shift, all in groups of twelve to fifteen, to make sure that everything is in perfect condition before the female staff enters the building. Standards for cleanliness are unusually high here. Punishment for failing to comply to these standards is equally harsh -- their contract stipulates that if they fail to comply, they are fired unless they voluntarily subscribe to "a rehabilitative training programme where employees are fully responsible for cumulative exposure to hazards and have no rights to liability claims for corporate negligence". I begin to see what this training programme may imply: it is the legal equivalent to "you can fuck me up and I cannot sue you"... Jeez. So, that is why these teams clean as if their lives depend on it -- it does. This must have been such a group whose members were so unfortunate to meet these killer babes during their morning duty. It is only now that I notice that all the guys have a hard-on.

- Yeah, watch what happens to your colleague and be happy it does not happen to you.

Meanwhile, I see Elle -- or Denise -- fucking the living daylights out of a man, riding him in amazon position while he is on his back on the ground. Her white string bikini fails to conceal the impressive muscularity and orgasmic curves of her monumental physique. It is obviously not even meant to do so. The strings sitting high on her hips and disappearing between the well-rounded and firm cheeks of her ballooning glutes seem to be merely there to tickle deeply-rooted sexual fantasies. Her top does not even bother to cover her pierced nipples, let alone it is able to contain the oiled-up flesh of her huge protruding boobs. The string bikini only functions to emphasize the exceptional voluptuousness of her ultra-muscular body and highlight the erotic lines of her athletic curves as she fucks her lucky lover. And God, each thrust of her lush hips is so controlled, so completely in charge, causing the sea of muscles on that insane body of hers to ripple, to flex, to bulge -- each muscular line, each striation and differentiation visible. Her movements betray an inordinate amount of practice, an exceptional level of skill. This is a master at work. A mistress.

- O my God, you are so big.

She makes the man sigh and moan in sheer ecstasy, playfully holding one hand around his throat cutting off some of his oxygen supply skyrocketing his already peaking sexual excitement, while she gently tickles his testicles with the ultra-long and brightly colored nails of her other hand by stretching her massively muscular arm behind her back, slightly tilting her sharp v-shaped torso. I have to admit that this is quite a sight to behold: this position forces Denise to sexily arch her back which makes her huge silicone-stuffed breasts jut right out of her chest! I feel an erection stirring, but I am just able to contain myself before the infernal machine around my cock punishes me for my arousal. But when I notice her ankle boots with ultra-sexy platform stiletto heels, I cannot hold myself and instantly I feel the sharp pain in my crotch which quickly reaches its zenith. Jeez, I am such a fool for these sexy pumps -- luckily I am able to alleviate the shock with a scarcely audible hiss, although my whole body starts thrashing as though electrocuted and I want to scream my lungs out. Fuck, what am I doing here? Just then I hear her coo:

- I wish I could say the same about you. I can hardly feel your miserable cock. Don't fucking cum inside me! I really hate it when small-cocked suckers wet my slit.

Also Natalya is fucking a man, sitting on top -- where else? --, riding him while her legs are spread wide open showing off her flexibility and sucking him in and out just using her vaginal muscles. An ultra-sexy white swimsuit is hugging her spectacular hourglass figure, cut high on the sides leaving the tight contours of her wasp waist for all to enjoy as it waves into the bubbles of her butt, the slabs of her mighty leg muscles and the intimidating size of her boobs. Only a small strip of cloth covers her crotch and widens to cover her spectacular abs and splits to cover half of her tits ending in a string disappearing over her shoulders. Her back is fully exposed, her Brazilian bubble-butt dripping with oil, her gravity-defying tits hardly contained within the tight confines of the suit. Her boobs stretch the garment to bursting point, showing lots of cleavage, her glorious double-D proudly jutting forward. This Russian torture queen surely knows how to impress. Her black platform ankle boots have these very thin, impossibly high stiletto heels that highlight her feminine elegance and nicely show how this muscle-hulking maneater retains her sultry femininity and oozes sex, power and kink. My God, imagine being up close with this gorgeous bodybuilder. The sheer size of that body! A body engineered to torture, trained to kill, built to slaughter. The images of how she enjoyed torturing Steve in the car keep haunting me. Now this ultra-trained body is sexually overwhelming a man, riding him in total superiority, the complex contours of her mega-muscular physique in shrill contrast to the shabby shape of her partner's inferior body. Natalya combines size and shape, symmetry and sensuality. And I almost forgot that other 's': sadism. Ultra-sadism. I can hear her hiss:

- When I'm done raping you, I'm going to break every bone in that inferior little body of yours. Snap them like a twig while everybody is watching. I love an audience when I'm working. I love the horror and utter repulsion of those watching how I get off slowly transforming my victims into bleeding and crying heaps of misery, screaming for mercy, begging for something that only spoils my fun. Why do men always want to spoil my fun? Jeez, don't you love to watch this ultra-sexy body in action?

I see him nod as she brutally pushes two or three long-nailed fingers into his mouth, making him gag, showing who is in charge, making clear who is the alpha. To Natalya this is merely innocent foreplay. O my God, I cannot help but think of what she did to Steve in the car yesterday, and how this guy is doomed too. How she indeed gets turnd on by snuffing out men.

Also Kass playing with a man, lifting him by his throat while jacking him off, the muscles in her forearms dancing delightfully, each muscular bulge and ridge testifying of the man-breaking power she is capable of. It does not look like he is enjoying her grip. His face shows pain and suffering. And terror. Sheer fear. And disbelief. Whether it is disbelief about the level of brutality this gorgeous muscle chick shows? Or whether it is disbelief about her beauty or muscularity? She lifts him so high that he has to stretch to his tip toes to prevent from having his head popped off in Kass's crushing grip. A couple of other men who stand close to the scene, look in horror as she laughs and snarls:

- You're close, aren't you, dickface? Ever imagined you would get milked by a muscle babe like me when you got off to work tonight?

It is impossible for him to shake his head  -- or nod  -- as I see her tightening her crushing grip around his throat. Kass grins in delight as she lifts him higher, his toes not even touching the ground now, his feet dangling uselessly. Everybody has full view of the arm she jacks him off with: a true size monster! You can see the veiny sinews of her forearm as she moves her hand up and down, pumping his cock with devastating pace. The bulbous biceps with the typical finger-thick vein shows how pumped-up she is, the rich patchwork of veins erupting over her upper arm and shoulder feeds blood to the over-sized muscles beneath. The deeply tanned skin shows her Latina background; the shiny and glistening flesh drips with the oil it has been rubbed in with making her monstrous muscles stand out, indicative of her professional bodybuilding background. Jeez, this woman is a size monster! I am totally captivated by her appearance and outfit. She wears a shimmering, satin, emerald dress that simply hugs the curvy contours of her hyper-muscular frame. The cowl neck is scooped so low at her chest that her huge, gravity-defying tits are exposed: the plunging neckline reveals an indecent amount of cleavage, showing the alluring meat of her obviously artificially enhanced boobs. This babe does not wear a bra, her hard nipples pressing against the dress, her double-D nearly bursting out of the decolletage, beautifully filling the dress, their comic-book size perfectly complementing the hyper-trophied muscles surrounding them. Spaghetti-thin straps run over her broad shoulders, leaving my eyes fixed for a second on the bulges of her striated delts, before the straps disappear and crisscross over her exposed back, showing her flaring lats, her mighty traps and revealing the perfect symmetry of the muscular development along her spine. Kass has the perfect hour-glass figure. The back of the gown is cut down all to the base of her back, showing how the strips of her tiny black thong sexily curve along the lines of her ultra-firm ballooning glutes chiseled to absolute prefection. The long dress has these high splits not only revealing the tightness of her waistline -- she has the prototype wasp waist -- but also exposing the glory of her quivering quads and ropy, beautifully striated hamstrings. A pair of the cutest cork platform wedge sandals make her tower above everyone and cause her diamond-shaped calves to bunch into these tight and throbbing bulges of female muscle! This is a goddess. A demoness.

- You must have figured out why I get paid an astronomical amount of money every day here, huh?

The look on his face is one of pure terror as he almost imperceptibly nods. She releases her cruel grip on his throat somewhat, letting his feet touch the ground again and stops jacking him off.

- ... You ... int... interrogate people.

She starts laughing.

- Interrogate people? Really? You must have cleaned the interrogation rooms a zillion times by now. You must have guessed how these gory heaps of human remains got there every day, didn't you? Torsos mangled, limbs ripped-off, skulls crushed, bones broken.

- O .... God ... Please, don't kill me... I know you kill men in there. A lot. I have heard them scream and beg. I never talk about it. Never. To nobody. Please.

Kass grins in sadistic delight.

- I am glad that you do not violate your contractual obligation of confidentiality. You have seen what happens if you do, haven't you? You have seen me showing some love to your colleague we suspected of having talked too much? I know because we force our cleaning personnel to watch the footage every week. As a gentle reminder of your obligation to keep silent.

- ... I did not talk! O my God, I did not, I swear. ... Please, don't treat me like you treated Phil. Please, I did not talk...

She chuckles.

- Yeah, Phil, such a quiet and devoted fellow, but I wanted to set an example. He made dramatic footage: I nailed him to the wall and slowly clubbed him to death. I even broke the metal bat twice I was beating him to death with. Hahaha! There must be some gossip among you and your colleagues about me and my work. Come on. Don't be shy. Or do I have to force you?

Kass has that absolutely stunning combination of a shredded muscular look with these soft curves that highlight her femininity. And that dress... I keep on staring at that rare combination of raw power and beautiful elegance, all in one package. Kass moves the super-long nail of her index finger along his straining erection, using the fingers of her other hand to tickle his balls and ass. The ultra-fit Latina disdainfully looks down on him, smirking, prominently exposing those monumental biceps of hers, which throb and bulge assuming that perfectly round shape as she continues to work his straining erection and delicately smears the driplets of pre-cum over his swollen glans.

- I could easily force you. Want me to pop a ball?

- O God, no! Jesus ... ... Please... Don't hurt me. I'll talk!

- I wouldn't mind popping one. Men get so much more cooperative after I squash a testicle.

I can just manage to see how her domineering fingers move under his scrotum and gently massage his ballsack. Totally in charge. He shivers at her touch. Absolutely horrified he starts talking immediately.

- ... ... We always say how happy we are that we did not fall into your hands.

- Is the touch of my hands that bad?

And Kass moves her fingers around his cock again, jerking him off slowly, while her other hand rubs his balls. This is a handjob that show plenty of experience. She drives him wild. It is with long, deep and powerful strokes that she brings him to the edge. I hear him sigh in relief. Or is it arousal? It is again impossible to tell.

- O God, no. ... Your hands are simply amazing; your whole physique is amazing! You are so gorgeous, so attractive. How we hope every day when we are at work that you would accidently pass by so we can sneak a peak and catch a glimpse of that shiny oiled body of yours. Even if only for a second. Most of my colleagues admit to jerking off to you. We probably all fantasize and jerk off to you: you are just too sexy!

- Yeah, I know. There is too much masturbation among male staff. Yesterday the board of directors unanimously agreed on a new rule that all male personnel is expected to wear a chastity cage at all times, both at work as well as at home. No fucking excuses! And only managers are authorized to open these cages. Think about it: an elite group of female managers controls all workers' cocks, deciding if they jerk off or fuck. Even touching their own penis is under managerial control. Hahaha! It is worse than being in jail! The level of discipline and obedience this will generate. We should have issued this rule so much earlier... Five board members wanted to vote against the rule -- all men of course -- , but I quickly made them see the error of their ways: I took them to the room you cleaned this morning, made them sign the official documents and then I broke every fucking bone in their bodies. Every. Fucking. Bone. I did them slowly, meticulously. Pushed them to the outer limits of the amount of pain a man's body can absorb. Boy, how they suffered. You cleaned what was left of them.

The busty bodybuilder smiles in delight, while her virtuoso fingers continue to manipulate his cock and balls and keep him in a state of extreme arousal without the relief of orgasm.

- O my God! ... Did we ... ? Those were board members? ... Jesus Christ... For most of us it is impossible to get over the idea that it is you who produces these gory heaps of human remains: an incredibly gorgeous woman, a stunning beauty with the body of a bodybuilding goddess! Most of us have to vomit several times during our work as we clean up these heavily mutilated bodies that show traces of brutal torture. Bones broken or crushed, skulls squashed, limbs burned or teared apart. Hundreds of them. Every day.

She really seems to enjoy the severe psychological strain these cleaners experience during their work shifts, even though they are only confronted with the results of her handiwork. They must be fucking traumatized. Having to face this horror on a daily basis...

- Vomit during work? Jeez, how gross. ... O, by the way, I feel you are about to cum. Don't even think of busting your load here or I'll add your penis to the piles of cocks you have to clean up every day. Must be so hard to do that, having a cock yourself...

He visibly gulps, but it is unclear whether it is in fear of being castrated himself or traumatized by having to clean up all these mangled male organs. Either way, the man collapses mentally. He breaks psychologically.

- Please... I can't take it any more. ... ... These penises are the worst. A nightmare. I hardly sleep. None of us does. We are exhausted. Spent. We just cannot cope with these reeking heaps of male pride you leave on the table every day. All those horribly mutilated testicles. Squashed or crushed. You even torture the shafts. Burn them. Roast them. Or skin them -- those are the worst. All nicely sorted by size and girth. ... ... We always work in total silence when we clean up the penises, trying not to think of the brutal tortures you put them through, trying not to imagine the excruciating pain you made them suffer.

- Hehe. I'm addicted to cock. Can't you tell? And I don't care whether it is attached to a man's body or not. Hahaha! Wanna cum, hmmm?

It is with a high-pitched, sexy melodious voice that Kass asks him that question. He nods emphatically. And then suddenly I hear two dry blasts from a shotgun and immediately after that, a high-pitched scream of a man in agony. His frantic yelling reveals excruciating pain, terror and panic. We all look at the source of the primal wailing and screaming: it is the man who was forced to crawl before Bethany. She blasted away his feet with the shotguns and is now taunting him, mocking him, ridiculing him!

- Get on your stumps and dance for me, you crippled son-of-a-bitch!

The nine or ten men who have been anxiously watching the crazy scenes as they unfold before their eyes, and who have up to now probably felt the same mixture of awe, terror and arousal like I do, well these men start to panic. Having just been witness to a gun-wielding babe blasting away the legs of their colleague is the last straw that breaks the camel's back: they all start to run. Just run. I guess they are not even thinking about getting somewhere safe  -- what does safety mean with these kind of high-end enforcers. They just try to get away. Away from the horror. It is strange to see their frail white naked bodies next to so much tanned and shiny pumped-up female brawn and beauty. Just like me, they have come to realize that their fate is in the hands of four drop-dead gorgeous female monsters. Monsters trained in manslaughter. Sadists who have the power to live their totally deranged fantasies.

[WittyKatarina]

Thank you hero141! Sounds like it's going to be super erotic and fun (for the girls) and super erotic and deadly (for the guys). LOL

[nyfiken]

thank you for the latest update!

[hero141]

The next episode. Warning: contains gore (who would expect that?). Enjoy! K+

- Mmm, more target practice...

And then Bethany, whose ultra-tight and super-shiny suit draws all attention to the bulging contours of her mega-muscular physique, starts to fire the remaining slugs from each of the SPASS-12 shotguns, easily handling the recoil, the bulging cords of muscle in her forearms providing more than enough strength for her wrists to absorb the devastating force of each blow. Bethany's broad shoulders and ballooning upper arms  -- textbook illustrations of anatomical perfection driven to its hypertrophied extreme  -- do the rest. I have never seen anyone fire two shotguns with so much ease and elegance. The first two men have their knees blown away, the heavy impact of the shots totally destroys their legs, hurling their bodies across the floor with blood oozing from the shot wounds. Instinctively, they try to get up, but they only manage to crawl away, whining in pain, much to Bethany's satisfaction.

- Where do you think you are crawling, miserable insects? Your only destination is the slaughter.

The desparation and terror among the men increase further when she blazes away the shotguns, each shot aimed at a knee of the fleeing men. It is horrifying to see how the heavy ammo not only destroys their knee, but simply obliterates it, blowing off their lower leg! And what is even more terrifying to notice: each shot is perfectly executed and dead-right on target. Bethany's level of accuracy with these heavy shotguns is simply mindblowing. She handles the shotguns with the precision of a sniper, with a markswomanship that reflects uncanny talent and years of practice and with an ease that proves how unbelievably powerful that bodybuilding body of hers must be. In just a couple of seconds all men are down, screaming in panic, squirming in pain, bleeding heavily, trying to crawl away from the source of their terror. Bethany sadistically grins while she puts away the guns.

- Nowhere to go, assholes! Jeez, gotta love these shotguns. So powerful. These weak little bitches wouldn't even have the strength to shoot one of these using both hands. Let alone they could fire two of these babies singlehandedly... I love the right to bear arms like this.

And she snaps her arms into a double-biceps pose, just for the fun of it I think, because the men have regressed into some sort of survival mode, trying to cope with the extreme pain and  -- by comparison  -- superficial bodily damage.

- Hey girls, let's show some love to these losers.

In one powerful movement  -- it is as elegant as it is fluent  -- Denise gets up from her lover and  -- oh boy  -- she does not look amused. She inspects her slit and it is all shiny wet, leaking huge quantities of sperm, thick blobs covering the inside of her thighs, trickling down. This guy must have had the orgasm of his life: semen is still oozing from his erect cock which is still throbbing in orgasmic bliss.

- What is it you do not understand about 'don't cum inside me', huh? How stupid can you be? Extremely well-endowed muscular guys might get away with this lack of control, but ridiculously small-cocked suckers like you do not have any margin. None at all. I expect strict obedience. Total submission.

- ... I'm sorry! ... ...

My God. I simply cannot take my eyes off this voluptuous vixen: she looks like a comic-book heroine, so gorgeous, so cartoonishly big and so fantastically pumped! The slightest movement of her body makes her pumped-up muscles respond, the vast expanse of striations and hypertrophied bulges simply explode with activity. Her shiny and deeply tanned flesh resembles the waves of an agitated ocean, successively swelling and flexing with the slightest move or action. She looks so freakishly powerful in that tiny bikini, which is no match for her ballooning and ultra-firm tits. Her totally outrageous muscles and ultra-sexy female curves give me every reason to stare, although I know this is a bad idea, given the sudden aggression in her voice. I already saw her giving love to men. Jeez, I don't want to witness that kind of brutal violence again... I know I should run, but the mere presence of so much voluptuus bodybuilding beauty keeps me nailed to the ground, mesmerized and on the verge of getting a hard-on again.

- You're sorry? I am not. Fuckin' excuse for a man.

But just as I am about to get punished by that infernal penis-cage again, the woman of my wet dreams becomes a nightmare. I can hardly digest what I am witnessing: it is so totally fucked-up, beyond crazy, it scares the shit out of me. The one good thing is that my arousal is gone, the rest is evil. Pure evil. The busty Latina smilingly grabs his feet, spreads his legs wide leaving his crotch totally exposed, his penis still twitching in orgasmic delight, and lifts her right leg  -- waiting dramatically, giving him plenty of time to have a look at the super-sexy and kinky ankle boots she is wearing. My God, she loves this. Then Denise brings down her booted foot with tremendous force, stomping his balls and cock, driving her ultra-high stiletto heel agonizingly deep and hard into his crotch! The impact is devastating: the stiletto heel disappears deep into his body and the sole of her platform boot crushes everything in its way, blood spattering everywhere. The man's squeals can hardly be called human: his wailing resembles the screams of a pig being butchered, full of agony and despair. Denise still holds on to his feet and jerkily pulls up his legs some more, preparing him for what is to come, but you cannot be prepared for this kind of brutality. I try to avert my gaze, but I am too captivated by this gorgeous muscle goddess who gave me that mind-blowing prostate handjob yesterday. With visible pleasure she brings down her booted high-heeled foot again. And again. And again. And again. Each stomp has the power to crush steel, but only encounters the weak and unprotected flesh of a man in horrible agony. Without any mercy and clearly loving what she does, she simply transforms his crotch into a gory warzone: guts spilling out, blood gushing out of the gaping hole that now stretches up to his ribcage! At first, the pitch and intensity of his screams go up, but after the third or fourth hit he falls quiet, retreating in his own sollipsist world of pain and suffering, trying to cope with the terrifying results of her ferocious attack. His blood is all over the place, oozing from his mutilated crotch, dripping from her heels, boots, calves and thighs. My God, this is by far and by any standard the most brutal thing I have ever seen in my life.

Unceremoniously, the muscular Latina releases his legs which fall with a dry thud to the ground and she grinningly steps over his writhing body, his hands in some deeply-wired basic reflex attempting to cover his destroyed crotch, trying in vain to stop the heavy bleeding. Considering the irrevokable damage she just inflicted, his attempts are utterly futile. I am not a doctor, but I know he is beyond medical assistance. Holy fuck, he is beyond anything. She stoops over him, her tiny string bikini no match for her protruding over-sized breasts which are now bare for all to enjoy. I got to admit that I lose all reason when I watch this super-sexy bodybuilder destroy this man. I feel for him  -- for sure, who wouldn't? I feel repulsion and utter terror  -- but the overload of exaggerated  feminine curves and the amount of hyper-trophied muscles that would make any Mr. Olympia look like an insignificant schlemiel, appeals to my darkest desires. Her provocative demeanor and all-revealing dress-code, her lack of inhibitions  -- she performs the most outrageous sexual or violent acts without any remorse whatsoever  -- are so arousing: I would subject myself to anything to be up close with her again, however dangerous such a close encounter may turn out to be.

- Fuck, you're such a useless prick! Who will lick my pussy clean now?

- Come on, Denise! Do not waste your time on this loser when you got hundreds of porn-sized muscle studs in your dungeons who would give their lives to spend an hour with you having dinner at the Y.

- O Bethany, you know how I hate disobedience and lack of compliance. Some men say I am breathtakingly beautiful. What do you think, midget?

I can just manage to see how Denise's exerienced fingers grab his throat. In some desperate impulse to save himself, his trembling hands frantically grab her mighty thick and muscular forearm and try to pull it away and stop her. Again, his attempt looks so ridiculous  -- fuck, what makes him think he can overpower arms three or four times his size, bursting with muscle, ripped, rippling with power? And then she rips out his windpipe! Like it is the simplest thing in the world. She leaves him gasping for air. He goes berserk as she leaves him to slowly suffocate and bleed to death, in total agony, gasping for air like a fish out of the water, his eyes wide open. The worst way to go.

- Hey Beth. I'm in. Kass and Natalya seem to want to spend some more quality time with their lovers.

And indeed, a quick glance is enough to understand that both beauties are in the middle of something. Kass is riding her lover's face, one hand holding the back of his head and pushing it hard into her crotch, her other hand is behind her back, cupping his balls, manipulating his raging hardon, her arched back making her huge breasts protrude, nearly bursting out of her super-sexy emerald dress. What a view he has! And he surely agrees how incredibly arousing Kass is: her hand and forearm are literally dripping with his sperm, the sticky goo all messy between her long-nailed fingers and covering her forearm which is rippling with hyper-muscular activity. Considering the sheer amount of sperm, she must have triggered at least three or four orgasms out of his cock, which looks ready to cum again big time! Also Natalya is having her lover eating her out, but the Russian torture goddess is facing his feet, her magnificent ass covering his entire face  -- muscular striations clearly visible in her glutes which are glistening with oil. Exceptional genes and heavy work in the gym have created the ultimate ballooning booty, the perfect ass which is now smothering a man's face, suffocating him. But my God, this powerbeauty is not interested in his pleasure. She is simply destroying him, hitting the sides of his body with her fists, slamming ! Each blow hard and unrestrained. Each hit sends a shiver through his body, like he receives electric shock treatment. It is simply his body trying to cope with the onslaught, trying to canalize the pain her fists inflict. Imagine the power of each such blow backed-up by this intimidating mass of ultra-trained and pumped-up brawn. The skin around his kidneys has turned black and blue, severe trauma all too obvious. He must be screaming his lungs out in pain, but his screams are muffled in her pussy. It all brings back the torture scene in the car with Steve. Jezus, this babe is crazy! Just then I see how she pushes her long-nailed fingers into the sides of his torso  -- yes, 'into'  -- and starts to tear his ribs out. Slowly. One by one. While she is roaring with laughter. And then she hisses aggressively:

- Did I order you to stop licking? Lick, you asshole!

- Hehe, looks like it's quality time all right. Say, D.: what is it you have with suffocating your lovers lately? I see you spending night after night in the jacuzzi leaving a trail of blue-faced corpses behind.

- What about it? I just like to have my pussy licked when I am relaxing in the jacuzzi. And it gives men that extra bit of motivation to lick if they know they are not allowed to breathe before I cum. Instead of letting them breathe, I just have the next guy ready.

- Fuck, Denise. You're brutal!

- Some guys are so terrified, they only last like a couple of seconds under water. Fear makes them breathe so hard, they get out of air immediately and drown. I need three servants to dispose of the bodies. Paul, my favorite assistant, lines up the new recruits. While they wait  -- some of them might feel the temptation to run away  -- he shows them footage of me torturing some disobendient servants who ran away. So smart of him. Footage lasts a couple of hours. No one runs. Yeah, enough talk  -- let's do them!

Both buff women hurl their voluptuous bodies into an impressive series of back handsprings. The power, speed and elegance of their tumbling movements would put any Olympic gymnast to shame. It is poetry to see how their gorgeous curves flex and bulge as their massive muscular bodies speed towards a man who is stupidly looking at the sexbombs tumbling his way. He is in awe. In admiration. Blinded by the sheer beauty of the volutupous curves in motion. Blindingly fast Denise and Bethany finish off their gymnastic series with an impressive jump  --propelling their ultra-trained body high up in the air  -- performing a spectacular double somersault and landing on their impossible high heels! Denise yanks his hair and lifts him off the ground, brutally pulling him up. It is shocking to see how these gorgeous women totally dehumanize their victims and take pleasure in humiliating them to their core both physically and mentally. These men are treated worse than things.

- What's it gonna be? Balls or teeth?

He looks shocked. His eyes are open wide, the look of sheer terror is all over his face. Before he is able to answer Bethany lands her fist into his face, the brass knuckles on her black rubber fingerless gloves doing major damage to his facial bones. I could see she held back a bit or she would have driven her fist straight through his head! The effect of her blast is obvious though  -- his nose is destroyed, he is bleeding heavily and he is on the verge of passing out. If it wasn't for Denise holding him, he would go straight down. Meanwhile Denise has manoeuvred her hand into his asshole still using her other hand to keep him high up in the air by his hair.

- He still got both, B.

His face is a sorry sight, but not sorry enough for her liking though. In an explosion of force Bethany performs a perfect roundhouse kick driving her booted foot full force into his face. The impact of the kick is so brutal, crushing and breaking everything in its way. The sheer force of her attack causes his lower jaw to explode in a horrific shower of teeth, blood, and bone fragments!

- That's more like it. His shaving days are over.

Both babes burst out laughing. I do not know what Denise exactly does, but she seems to savagely force her fist higher up into his ass  -- holy fuck: sher makes her massive forearm disappear into his rectum  --, her fist must be so far up his abdomen that her fingers can tear up his insides, ripping him apart. Blood and shit and guts gush out of his overstretched asshole as she pulls her hyper-muscular forearm out of his ass again, her fist soaking in blood. Pain must be excruciating. The moans and screams coming out of his deformed mouth are heart-rending. His jaw is dislocated, loosely dangling from his chin; his mouth is filled with blood.

- His shitting days are over too.

- His sitting days too. Hahaha!

Completely ignoring his screams of anguish and agony Bethany continues her handiwork and slams her reinforced fists into his mutilated face. The muscles in his neck are unable to neutralize the devastating impact of each blow and his head is jerked back and forth, skewing in the weirdest angles. Denise now has her arm around his waist to prevent him from going down. The muscular babe continues to knock her fists into his face, breaking his skull, crushing the man’s head to mush, squashed pulp leaking from her fists. His head is flattened, nothing but a gruesome mess of bloody matter remains.

- Men seem to lose their head when we are around... What about you, asshole?

Denise drops the bloody remains on the floor and addresses a man who has witnessed the massacre from a couple of yards distance. He looks in shock. Who would not be? I am too.

- Please, have mercy. ... Don't kill me.

- Don't you have anything more creative to say, you boring fuck? We've heard all these things before. A million times. There is only one thing that can save you: a huge fucking cock! But jeez, look at this fuck, B. That's not a cock. That's a fucking needle  -- and it is hard. Can you believe that? This fuck has a hard-on.

- Oh God, I'm sorry!

[WittyKatarina]

Yay! My two favorite things! Back handsprings and weapons! Inspires me to go practice my own back handsprings...and then maybe go shooting.

Uh-oh for the small-dicked guy with a hard-on...that never ends well! LOL

[hero141]

Despite the fact that Bethany just brutally smashed a man's face in with her knuckled fists, her gorgeous face reveals a childish glee and sadistic urge to inflict more pain. Evil has never looked so sexy.

- I hate it when ridiculously small-cocked suckers get hard in front of me. I want size. Pornsize! And stamina. And muscles. And he has none, Denise! Show him what we do to inadequate men.

- O God, I'm sorry! ... ... God, please... ...

- Every fucking guy is sorry today. I cannot remember giving you permission to be hard. Or to speak. What men lack in size down there, they can make up in obedience up here.

While Bethany looks on, Denise points her index finger to her inviting pussy, perfectly shaven, in pristine pink condition, her labia all shiny and wet. Driblets of sperm from her previous lover are still covering the perfectly smooth and shiny skin of her hulking legs. I have never seen such awesomely sculpted limbs, so thick and so densely muscled, each striation visible, pumped-up and shredded to the max.

- What are you waiting for, midget? Lick me clean. Make sure you clean every fucking droplet of jizz.

The shotwounds in his legs prevent him from doing it quickly, but considering his condition the man does everything in his power to hurriedly crawl over to Denise whose glistening hourglass figure is dominantly towering above him, her impressively bulging arm coated with the blood and insides of his colleague. Utter terror is written all over his face when his trembling hands reach for her pumped-up calves  -- blood still dripping off the shiny flesh of her ultra-muscular sleek legs, the kinky high-heels of her black ankle boots making her perfectly diamond-shaped calf muscles stand out beautifully, knotting up into incredibly dense and well-defined bulging balls of muscle, the razor-sharp ridges testifying of countless hours of heavy gym work. When he reaches for the support of her terrific teardrop-shaped quads to get up to her pussy, I cannot help but think how insignificant he looks compared to the hulking bodybuilding beast showing off her immaculate curves, all shiny and glistening, the wetlook giving her that intimidating and arousing aura of a muscle dominatrix! Denise oozes power. She breathes domination. One look and you know she is the alpha among the alphas. Trained to kill. Fit to slaughter. He trembles all over his body as he obediently licks sperm and blood off her thighs. Her hand with long, sharp and beautifully colored nails gently rubs his hair and guides his head to the spots she wants him to cover. When he finally reaches her crotch I can see she pushes his face hard into her snatch  -- I simply cannot help but notice how the massive muscle mass of her immense arm bulges dangerously as she controls his skull with her big, claw-like hand.

- How do you like my pussy? Worship me.

I see hulking lumps of hard flesh everywhere, a ripped body cut to perfection, throbbing veins all over her darkly tanned skin, raw power in an ultra-feminine bodybuilding pornstar form. The gorgeous Latina could probably just crush his head like a grape if she wanted to, but she toys with him instead. Using him for her own pleasure. Reducing his life in service of her. This woman is so hot!

- Mmm. Go deeper... ... Deeper, you fuck! ... ... Are you fucking deaf?

He starts to sob. Quietly. He must be totally overwhelmed by her superiority, her physical dominance, the hardly suppressed aggression in her voice.

- You call that cunnilingus, huh? Are you serious? I get eaten on a daily basis by studs whose sole purpose in life is to pleasure me. And you think you can compare your miserable tongue action to these virtuosos in dinner at the y? Your attempts are simply ludicrous.

She yanks his head away from her pussy by brutally pulling him by his hair and she looks him straight in the eye. His face is distorted, showing that he is absolutely petrified, tears are running down his cheeks. Denise grins, seductively licking her upper lip, seducing him, arousing him.

- You're worthless as a man, you know that? Looking at that ridiculously tiny cock of yours, you do not even qualify as male.

It is a sorry sight to see how this mega-muscular beauty shrivels him with one glance, his full-fledged erection still throbbing in her honor. Its head looks purple with desire, even though the shot wound damage is considerable: he is losing lots of blood. But despite his tears and terror he seems to gain some confidence to speak.

- ... You are so beautiful. ... I ... ... You are every man's fantasy here. I always hope to catch a glimpse of your insanely sexy physique, even though I'm well aware of how dangerous you are. ... ... And what you do for a living.

Denise smirks evilly.

- So, you fantasize about me, even though you know I slaughter men for a living. Thousands of them. Well, for a living is perhaps misleading. Ever since I turned 18, I am a registered billionnaire. No guy ever refuses me anything. Ever. Money, property, enterprises, real estate, sex. You name it. I take it. By the time I really start breaking them in, they have donated their entire fortune. Then, depending on my mood and my time schedule, I torture them to a gruesome end. Sometomes it takes weeks before death finally comes as a relief. This has been my busniess model for years. I am as rich as it fucking gets. So, now I only do it for pleasure really. Hehe.

- ... O my God... I love your power. Your superiority.

- Hey, B. We got one of these submissive types. A schmoe.

Bethany has been watching the scene with amusement and now sexily struts into his direction too, her voluptuously shaped hardbody equally shredded, rippling with her huge, pumped-up brawn, the jagged peaks of her bodybuilding physique rivalling Denise's size and development, I know he is doomed. The look on Bethany's gorgeous face reveals unrestrained malice, the brutal execution of the previous man testifies of her ultra-sadism which I have witnessed before. Male blood is still drippng from her gloved hands and freakishly muscular arms. Fuck, this gorgeous babe is a monster, a psychopath feeding off other people's suffering. Where have I gotten myself into?

- Mmm, Denise. Gotta love small-cocked schmoes: they do so well on a torture table. God, I make them last so fucking long. When death finally ends their excruciating suffering, I have taken them through hell and back, having brutalized them physically and mentally for days to such a degree, they have usually lost all reason and sanity. And in the process lost their cock, balls, arms and legs too. Hahaha! What kind of fantasies do you have, midget? Tell me.

The forward talk and the presence of the two muscle goddesses seem to have turned him on even more. I see how his penis is rock-hard. He must have a weakness for female power just like I have.

- Jeez, Denise. What an inferior fuck. It's going to explode. It's already wet with precum and we didn't even touch it. I guess we come close to his ultimate fantasy, don't we?

He nods emphatically, much to the amusement of the two bodybuilding babes who are clearly toying with him. They burst out laughing.

- Yeah, but he doesn't come close to mine. And I really hate it when inadequate men lose control. Or get too talkative. Remember that William who secretly shot footage from us having fun at the range and the gym?

I can see Bethany nodding. Fuck, what about William?

- Well, he distributed this footage among co-workers hoping to find support to publicly expose what we do.

I can see Bethany bursts out laughing.

- Really? And did he find any support?

- God no, he found me! Hahaha! How stupid can you be? Challenge women who torture and slaughter for a living? I showed him what I do to inadequate, disobedient men. Took him all the way in front of an audience. All the fucking way! Steve went peacefully compared to what I did to William. I did not even have to try hard before he gave me all the names of the colleagues he contacted. And as we speak Karen is showing those snitches some love.

- You're fucking evil, Denise!

Holy fuck, they killed Steve and William? That would explain why William was not at his condo and why instead Steve was there. William must have talked. And then they took Steve too. Who wouldn't talk to these pros? He must have told Bethany my name. That's why Bethany and Denise have been so harsh on me. They are after me too, but I didn't do anything wrong. I just saw the footage, but no one knows. Surely they don't. Jeez, and this is only my second day at work: I am legally serving a bunch of sociopath serial killers!

- Evil? I'm always trying to make sure everyone gives his best. Voluntarily. The guys in the audience  facing William's torture  -- some fify newbies from section C  -- had never seen me in action. Didn't know what to expect. Some even volunteered to come on stage and assist me. At first. Hahaha! Should have seen their faces when I  started working on William. Utter shock. Pure terror. Hahaha! An hour later all newbies were well aware of their sole purpose in life: obeying us. And I didn't have to rough up too many of them to make my point: I only picked out five to set an example.

I see Bethany mockingly grin, as she moves her index finger along the insides of the man ass crack. The man is still being held up by his hair, dangling in the air, while Denise's other hands is playfully tickling his cock and balls. He looks like a midget next to these two bodybuilding size queens.

- You're getting all soft, Denise. Roughing up only five? You usually do them all.

- Getting all soft? Should have watched the footage, B. I've found this idea of serial torture to be very appealing lately: you put the guys in a line and you explain to them what you are going to do and you let them watch while you are doing it to each of them successively. Fuck, it has such a nice build-up of tension! I simply love the doubt in their eyes wondering whether to watch what I do to the first or not. And sometimes I make sure that sounds tell more than images. And the audience has no time to get used to what you do, because after five reps you are preparing them for the next pleasantery. Never fails to make me horny as hell. So, me softening up? My sadism has totally gotten out of hand, B. Just like my sex drive: my men are in for some hardcore torture these days. And this guy here stays hard, no matter what. And he didn't even answer your question about his deepest desires, B.

Both bodybuilding babes smirk as he shares his intimate desires. He looks absolutely petrified.

- ... Please... I fantasy is to be dominated by a woman as superior as you. To be overwhelmed sexually. To be humiliated and mistreated. To serve you. ... O please, Denise. ... ... Let me serve you. I would do anything for you.

- Mmm, anything, huh?

And she winks salaciously in Bethany's direction, who smiles a smile that would melt the icecaps. My God, they are so gorgeous! In an explosion of force and visibly enjoying it, Denise knees him in the face, mercilessly driving his face down with her hand, and slamming it ridiculously hard against that striated bulging and swollen monster of a thigh, the muscular definiton of her quads showing the effect of years of ultra-heavy training in the gym. The smooth and bulging surface of her massive legs gleams beautifully, hiding the bone-crushing power and hardness of the muscles that lie beneath. Bethany roars with laughter when Denise repeats her savage attack and slams him face-first into her quads again, breaking his nose, destroying his facial bone structure, ramming the teeth out of his mouth! This is totally insane: one moment these big-titted muscle goddesses are sociably chitchatting, the next they are committing the most sadistic brutalities. Beating you up or ripping you to shreds. Totally uninhibited. Uncaring. And deadly efficient. I can see how she lifts him by his hair to inspect the damage she has caused and show it to her sister-in-arms. His face is gone! Simply gone! Oh my God! Both bodybuilding giants smile in satisfaction. When Denise releases her victim's head, he drops to the ground, hardly moving. There is blood everywhere. He is in shock obviously, but it is hard to read a facial expression of shock when someone's face is gone!

- Is this kind of mistreatment you had in mind, you fucking pig? That should help getting rid of that erection. Show me your fucking dick. Is it still hard? Roll over on your back and show me!

How he obeys her order. I have never seen someone roll on his back so quickly. And in his situation! His face may be gone, but his erection is not... This is crazy: he is still hard! And the gorgeous bodybuilders seem to be used to that kind of situation. That is perhaps even crazier... Both roar with laughter. What a scene. What a bloody scene.

- You still have a hard-on! How stupid can you be? Disobeying someone who has these kind of muscles?

- This guy really loves us, Denise. Jeez, let me help him with the hard-on.

Both revel in the fact that their ultra-sexy physiques drive this guy crazy, even though Denise almost beat him to death. And now Bethany makes herself ready for some action and, my God, does she look intimidating! That shiny black rubber suit sits so tight around her muscular curves that it looks like a second skin showing off every vein, every striation, every sinewy ridge of her muscular splendor. Her ultra-broad rounded shoulders with the shapely striated delts are, just like her arms, left bare for all to enjoy and contrast sharply with her super-tiny wasp waist, giving her torso that intimidating v-shape. Her delicious melon-sized breasts and tight cobblestone abs only add to give her that impeccable hourglass figure, making sure there is no doubt that this size monster is a woman. Boy, how I would love to drown myself in those two headlights! And the kinky black boots only add to her aggressive dominatrix look. Hyper-muscular, tight and toned, in peak condition, provocative, wild and aggressive. Bethany gently moves her hand under his balls and almost tenderly touches the area around his asshole. She is wearing these ultra-kinky black rubber fingerless gloves with the brass knuckles which show off her ultra-long sharp nails. The muscular Latina surely knows what she is doing, because I can see his erection growing again. Jeez, this woman is so hot! And then I hear her sexily whispering:

- Hush baby, and let me do the work. Ever had your prostate massaged, huh? Mmmm, you will love it.

It is shocking to notice how she expertly violates his asshole with two or three fingers, giving him a prostate massage from outer space: I see his penis twitch with arousal and hear him gasp in excitement. I cannot help but being captivated by the sight of that taut, over-sized, ultra-defined biceps and that thick forearm rippling with muscular activity with the slightest movement of her fingers up his ass. And my God, does that forearms ripple! She must be pushing all his on-buttons at once, her strong fingers driving him mad with desire, turning him into a will-less object totally under her superior control. His submission is total: her fingers have become his universe. The bicep vein so typical for pro-bodybuilders, beautifully pops from her striated delts and prominently runs across the tantalizing peaks of her biceps branching out across her monstrously muscular forearm, its massive size and outrageous vascularity testifying of the mancrushing power it is capable of.

- How's that, asshole? How's that for being sexually overwhelmed, huh? I could make you explode without even touching your cock. Just by playing your prostate. Pathetic loser.

All sorts of moans escape from his mutilated mouth. I guess I should feel sorry for him, but I do not. I am totally captivated by this big-titted, ultra-muscular dominatrix, whose bulging and pumped-up physique dwarfs him completely. She is so huge. And now I see her pushing her other hand into his mouth, making him suck her fingers, making him gag while she keeps manually raping his ass. Until suddenly, in one clean and fluent motion, she rips off his cock and balls from within his ass! I have never seen anything so brutal in my whole life! Holy fuck! He goes berserk, high-pitched noises escaping from his deformed mouth, blood oozing from his face!

- Look, Denise, how fucking small his cock is.

And the beautiful bodybuilder shows her sister-in-arms the bloody penis with the ballsack and testicles dangling from between her thumb and index finger.

- Wow, Bethany. I simply love how you castrated him! What a treat: by tearing apart their ass!

- Nice, isn't it? It is a technique I learnt from Natalya  -- it takes some practice to do it fluently and to make sure they do not cum once you start massaging their prostate. She did thousands at KGB headquarters. It is so brutal.

And then I hear Bethany bark:

- Open your mouth!

Fuck, she is so aggressive. Both goddesses burst out laughing.

- Jeez, it's already open.

[nyfiken]

please keep on writing this story, definitely one of my all time favorites.
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[WittyKatarina]

Luv Denise & Bethany and luv your writing hero141. I have a question. Do you find girls with machine guns as attractive in real life as you make Bethany and Denise sound with them?

[hero141]

The next part -- I like the new character! :-)

They continue to roar with laughter as Bethany brutally lifts him up by his hair with one hand and rams his cock and balls into his mouth with the other, totally uncaring about doing more damage to his already inhumanely mutilated face. She is handling him as if he were a ragdoll, a lifeless object, a thing you play with and throw away when you are bored. I am shocked. Totally shocked. I feel my heart beating in my throat. The contrast between the outrageous beauty of this ultra-muscular goddess and the unimaginable brutality of her actions is so confronting and confusing. I cannot help but being mesmerized by the elegance and beauty of her huge, vascular arm muscles as they dance and flex while she forces him to swallow his own cock and testicles. The poor man is more dead than alive when he swallows his own reproductive organs, gagging continuously, naturally repulsed by eating parts of his own body, but he is no match for this killing machine. Who would? Her size is simply unreal. Just like her total lack of inhibitions.

- Let's scissor this weakling to death, D.! Don't you wanna hear his ribs break?

- O yeah! Sounds like music to my ears, Bethany. Nothing like hearing a man scream in agony while his ribcage makes that adorable wet crunchy sound as it gives in to the pythonesque power of my legs.

- You are getting lyrical, D. I am getting horny.

- Tell me about it: I am fucking wet all over. Need some decent meat between my legs!

Denise gracefully presses herself into a power handstand, elegantly opening her legs, bending and stretching them like a gymnast, showing off their hulking, gleaming shape, showcasing their muscular definition and extreme vascularity. The tear-drop shaped bulges of her quads beautifully push outwards around her knees, intimidatingly rippling and bulging, swelling and flexing with every move of her legs. Her diamond-shaped calves pulse and relax as she lasciviously spreads her legs and wiggles her booted feet obviously highlighting every sleek curve, every pumped-up inch of her insanely muscular limbs. Bethany quickly reads the intention of her sister-in-arms and positions the former cleaner between Denise's legs, his face upwards so that he has good view of Bethany and so that his ribcage touches the insides of her lethal legs. He shakes in mortal fear, his body writhing and squirming in agony, trembling all over, I think I see him vomiting too, but the two bodybuilding beauties easily keep him in position. Denise has started doing handstand pushups, her thick arms swelling and vibrating with unabashed power. Bethany wets her lips and smirks in anticipation, the shiny black rubber hugging every pumped-up curve, every pulsing ridge of her massive physique bursting with muscular differentiation. She suddenly notices how the man's eyes stay focused on her huge round boobs. Her obviously artificially enhanced tits are so impossibly sexy, their firm softness standing in shrill contrast to the raw and shredded muscle mass surrounding them, especially those eight-pack gym-sculptured abs in peak condition! She surely knows how to expose her orgasmic physique and display her assets!

- I know what you think: how can these pornstar tits be so big and look so sexy on a muscle babe? They are simply made for staring, don't you think, you castrated fuck? And for other things. Hehe. Things you will never experience. Fuck, let's do him, Denise!

- I thought you would never say it! ... Keep him tight.

The rubber-clad muscle beast brutally grabs his head: palms cupping both sides of his head, long-nailed fingers threatening to crush his skull. It is so unreal and brutal. Denise has wrapped her long and supple legs around his torso and starts scissoring him. Slowly. Almost tenderly. This is the point where I stop watching. I cannot take it any more. But I cannot escape from the sounds: the muffled crunching noise of ribs being crushed by monstrously powerful legs. The long crackling, squelching of ribs breaking. The splintering of bones as his chest gives in to her assault. His wailing becomes incoherent, muffled. It is as if his ribcage refuses to go too quickly. As if they plan to break each rib with a pop. And then there is the excited laughter and giggling. The obvious joy of two bodybuilding babes breaking in a man. And just when I think I have had the worst, I hear screams and yells of more men in agony. They go absolutely haywire. The wet-sounding squelches and breaking noises followed by more horrifying screams indicate that also Natalya is ripping or tearing off the limbs of the last men trying to crawl away from their wet dream who has transformed into their nightmare. It simply makes my skin crawl. Totally crazy. I turn around to leave, but bump into two huge, firm, gravity-defying tits. The ultra-sexy gleaming globes belong to Kass, who must have sneaked up behind me when I was too engrossed in the works of Denise and Bethany.

- Going somewhere?

- ... ... No.... Yes...

Her hands immediately open my trousers and move towards my penis cage and ass. All in a split second I am surrounded by exquisitely huge slabs of female muscle and facing the enticing cleavage of a pair of perfect tits.

- No? Yes? What's it going to be, hmmm?

I feel her index finger probing my asshole. Exploring the sensitive spot between my ass and scrotum. These women certainly do not waste any time!

- You are nicely bleached. Love that.

I do not know how to react. I am completely intimidated. Shocked. I manage to blurt:

- I have a meeting with Aletta.

- I know.

And then I feel her finger entering my asshole. A strong finger. A finger knowing its way. I startle at the sudden intrusion. I am letting my head rest against the sultry flesh of her impossibly big boobs. I smell the characteristic smell of the semen of her previous victims: her shiny emerald dress and gleaming flesh are coated with it, her ultra-thick forearm and humongous biceps are dripping with it. She must have drained them completely!

- And I also know you have been a bad boy, haven't ya? Saw pictures of you having fun with Denise. Licking seed from her arm. Was it your own? Hehe?

Kass's finger pushes all my on-buttons at once.

- If it was, how is Aletta going to react, hmm? Aletta hates disobedience, you know that? Denise sent her the pics and, if I am well-informed, she already informed Rachel. You know what that means?

- ... No. ... ... O God, please... Who is Rachel?

- Rachel is Chief Corporate Affairs. She makes sure that everything runs smoothly here. That our male eployees stay motivated to perform their daily routines with utmost diligence. The few who do not, get a visit by Rachel and her team. I can tell you: she usually makes a lasting impression on the men she meets. Hahaha!

Kass is sexually so overwhelming that I feel an erection stirring and I try to fight it, but she is so skilled that my body reacts independently of what I want. The pain hits me like a truck. There is no other way to describe how my chastity cage sends brutal waves of electric current traveling through my entire body, starting off from frying my urethra and burning my balls to forcing my chest muscles to contract, squeezing my lungs, driving my face into the sultry flesh of Kass's bosom. I am left violently spasming in agony. My head is buzzing like hell. My surroundings blur. I only experience pain. Pain I never deemed possible. Her finger up my ass continues to send my arousal skyhigh, which causes new electric shocks.

- Mmmm, gotta love these cock cages. They're brutal. I could make you cum, if I wanted to. Done it so often: make men leak sperm in spite of the cage. How's that, huh? Having an orgasm in these cages is so underrated, don't you think? Hahaha!

I can barely breathe. My body convulses and my muscles brutally contract, the intensity of each shock seems to increase, just like the volume of Kass's laughter. I am lost in her muscular embrace, she pushes her fabulous tits into my face. This woman is destroying me. I am lost.

- Shocked?

--

As I regain consciousness, my surroundings come into focus: I am bound to a chair, stripped of my clothes, my heart pounding with a mix of confusion and fear. The dimly lit room offers no solace, save for the one-way mirror that hints at unseen eyes watching from the shadows. I look up and I see a woman, a vision of beauty and power that leaves me breathless. Her exotic facial features are so attractive and show her Latina background: beautiful tanned skin, full crimson lips, piercing green eyes revealing brightness and intelligence, high cheekbones and long dark-brown hair tighttly fixed in a ponytail. But it is her physique that truly captivates me. I am facing a Venus. And this Venus looks built to dominate. A Venus on roids with a curvy wellness-type physique, a muscular miracle showing how weightlifting can enhance a woman's femininity to levels that make male stares inevitable. This is a woman who is used to being stared at; who enjoys being seen, who revels in showing off the fruits of her hard work. She wears these high-heeled shiny black leather boots that cannot hide the striations of her perfectly diamond shaped calves. The definition of the pulsing muscle mass in her legs is visible everywhere through the shiny and water-thin black leggings she is wearing. The faux-leather material fits her like a second skin, as if her sultry flesh has been drenched with an oily liquid. Sleek feminine curves swell and bulge through it, the striations in her tear-drop quads reveal endless hours of gym work and testify of the raw power of her ultra-muscular thighs. Her exceptionally trim waist elegantly joins the expanding muscles of her ass and legs downwards with the obvious v-taper going upwards. I do not have a view of her ass, but it must be so sexy, the ballooning glutes visible from the side. She wears a broad brown leather belt, a pair of large, black, intimidating-looking .45 caliber pistols dangling from the holsters. I am fascinated by her ultra-tight abs which are left bare, a true eight-pack washboard, chiselled to perfection. The sharp definition of her abdomen stands in shrill contrast to the smooth and round shape of her beautiful breasts. This woman is built big everywhere, but with her it is all about balance and proportion. The size and firmness  of her tits  -- I guess we are talking double-D here  -- nicely fit the extreme muscular development of her upper body. Her boobs are stretching the kinky material of her halter top to the max, which is made of the same shiny material as her leggings. The amount of cleavage is so provocative, some would say indecent, that I have a hard time fighting an erection just by looking at her. Her hard nipples are sexily poking through the outfit and it is not cold at all. Her bare shoulders are massive, her delts are so developed and wide, just like her arms which look so powerful. Huge biceps tremble and bulge dangerously as she stands there. I dare not to think what would happen if she puts her arms to work: they would swell to otherworldly dimensions, expanding into pillars of pure female power.

- Hi, I am Rachel. And I am up here.

Shit, this must be the Rachel Kass was talking about, the corporate troubleshooter. Jeez, what a woman! And she already catches me staring, but I just cannot help it: she is a stunner. And now I remember William's words when I first met him. The women who work here combine three things, he said: beauty, muscles and brains. Well, Rachel surely has the first two and I have no doubt about the third.

- That's a bad start, M. Rosenberg. I have been asked to set a few things straight; to make sure you know your place. That is what I do for a living: making sure men know their place so that things run smoothly in big corporations and companies.

I see her lips pulling back into a grin as she elegantly struts into my direction, like a pro on a catwalk, swaying those lush hips, forcing me to digest the powerful and ample contours of her bodybuilding physique. Her body is a masterpiece. With a grin that speaks of mischief and dominance she places one foot between my legs on the chair, only inches from my caged penis. And I am such a fool with these shiny high-heeled black platform boots: they turn me on so much. I easily recognize them as custom Louboutins, crafted from supple polished leather which must have cost a fortune! Their texture is so smooth, so shiny, accenting the contours of her diamond-shaped calves. At the apex of the boots, the ultra-high heels rise with a bold confidence, their slender form tapering to a refined point, gleaming like precious jewels, their glossy surface mirroring the world around them. Her dominance is absolute, her presence overwhelming as she stoops over me, her ample chest blocking my view, a tantalizing tease of what lies beyond. The touch of her long-nailed index finger against my skin sends shivers down my spine, igniting a hunger that consumes me completely. And as her hand travels through my hair, I feel a primal urge, a yearning to surrender to the depths of her control.

- Do you know, M. Rosenberg, what is the secret of my success as a corporate troubleshooter, hmm? Do you?

I shake my head. She feels how I startle as she tangles in my hair and brutally wrenches my head back. I look into her beautiful eyes that reveal malice, contempt. Rachel's voice cuts through the air like a whip.

- Terror.

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she continues.

- The fear of punishment, of humiliation, of torture. I instill terror in every workplace I enter. Disobey my rules, and face the consequences. Don't you think I am built to punish?

Rachel slides her boot between your legs, the metal cage around my penis a constant reminder of my vulnerability. I swallow hard, my throat dry, and I manage to nod. She is surely built to punish. Good God, she is built to whatever. This stunning woman must be anatomic perfection personified. In any other situation I would have considered myself the luckiest guy on earth to be just in the presence of such a gorgeous bodybuilder. I would not even care if she noticed me or not. Just watching her swollen muscular curves bulge and flex would have made my day. I would have sold my house to have the attention of such a woman, but now that I have, I am less sure if this is what I crave for. I am petrified. Totally intimidated. And in spite of my fear, I feel aroused.

- I revel in punishment.

Her voice is dripping with malice.

- Men crawl for me, willing to do anything to please.

I feel cold sweat breaking out and my voice trembles as I hear myself saying:

- I... I have heard things.

Rachel's laughter echoes in the room, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light, as she sexily purs:

- Oh, I'm sure you have. You, M. Rosenberg, have a particular fascination with muscle and dominance, don't you?

I feel exposed, my cheeks flushing with embarassment.

- I ... I suppose so.

She leans in close, her breath hot against my ear.

- Look at this arm, M. Rosenberg. Look at it!

I obey as I see the thick muscular miracle in front of me, her striated forearm thicker than my legs, more muscular than my entire body, oozing power, even relaxed. It is monstrously big. One glance at her upper arm is enough to know what anatomical perfection looks like: the characteristic vein crossing her bulging biceps transforms into a web of veins running over her bouldering shoulders, criss-crossing a ripped and ultra-defined muscular landscape that shows how seriously she takes gym work. Bodybuilding has transformed this gorgeous woman into a sizzling muscle domme. And I am the sub here.

I murmur, my voice is barely audible:

- It's ... impressive.

- Compare it to yours, M. Rosenberg. Are you sure you're male?

She chuckles, her voice dripping with condescension.

- Your arm looks more like a formless stick.

I feel so small in her imposing presence and manage to stammer:

- I ... I know.

I am shitting my pants -- if I would wear any. I try not to think about how a corporate troubleshooter may use her insanely developed arm muscles to get men in line, but it is like asking someone not to think about candy when you are in a candyshop.

- Kiss my arm. Worship perfection. Think you can handle it?

I feel a rush of excitement and trepidation wash over me. The sight of her sculpted arm muscles, shimmering with oil, beckons me forward into the depths of my desires. Her gaze, both captivating and chilling, locks with mine as I lean in to kiss her arm. Each brush of my lips against her skin ignites a fire within me, the power and perfection of her physique overwhelming my senses. The sea of muscles I am encountering, is literally vibrating with power, the swollen and pumped-up biceps tremble and ripple, each sinew accentuated, defined and powerful. The oil catches the light in a dazzling display, casting reflections that dance and shimmer with each subtle movement of her muscles. My heart pounds in my chest. Rachel is a living sculpture. With each kiss my heart races faster. And then suddenly my world explodes again, leaving me gasping for air as the electric shocks hit me because of the slightest swelling of my cock. The erotic stimulus is just too much... I submit myself to the pain and before I know it, all is quiet again. Everyhting burns but I regain my composure.

- O Rachel, you look gorgeous. I love female bodybuilders like you. I think you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. You have the body of a goddess. You are stunning, but I belong to Aletta. I made her a promise and I keep my promises.

Rachel's laughter fills the room.

- Look, Henry. Your flattery is pathetic. You are doomed: Denise sent Aletta the pics. And Aletta called me. She is furious about your infidelity.

O God, no. Aletta already found out. I am indeed doomed.

- O please, Rachel. I was forced to have an orgasm. I did not want to. I did not even have a good feeling from it. I felt so badly. You must believe me. ... Please, Rachel...

My senses begin to blur, as if I only hear time ticking and it is about to stop ticking for me. A sense of regret washes over me. I should have kept my cool with Denise. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Rachel propels herself in a handspring series, starting off with a roundoff followed by two back handsprings. Holy fuck. The agility, the elegance of a shapely body moving like that, is mesmerizing. As she opens the door, I see a guy from the cleaning personnel standing there.

- I was told to clean up this room, Miss Rachel.

I can see him steal a gaze at her bare midriff, while I have a chance to adore her alluring backside, her perfect hour-glass figure embodying strength and femininity.

- Don't you see you are interrupting something, fucking asshole?

With one swift motion, she unleashes a devastating kick, her booted foot striking the guy's head full force with calculated precision. The stiletto heel, honed to a lethal point, carves a path of destruction in his face, leaving behind a trail of shattered bone and splintered resolve. With a deafening crack her stiletto heel rips open his skull with pinpoint accuracy, crushing his facial structure, fracturing everything in its way. The poor guy drops to the ground, broken and defeated, bleeding heavily, a mere shadow of his former self. Rachel's aggression is palpable, her muscular presence dominating the room. She is not finished yet. Knowing that resistance is futile and desparately trying to evade his grim fate the unfortunate man starts pleading for mercy.

- Pathetic fuck! Did I ask you to speak?

His cries are quickly silenced as Rachel pulls both guns from their holsters and blows away his head. Time and again she fires these .45 bullets into his head and torso. He is literally torn apart by the sheer amount of firepower. It is unsettling to witness his execution, but for Rachel this all seems to be like another day at the office. She turns her attention back to me. I struggle to make sense of so much violence, but I am chilled to the bone, shaking all over. I realize that Rachel is not just a wanton sexbomb, she is a ruthless predator disguised in the trappings of beauty.

- Your death won't be so quick. Aletta wanted something special.

I am in shock. I move frantically in my chair, but to no avail. I am well restrained.

- Think of running away, M. Rosenberg?

[WittyKatarina]

Hmmm...I like the new character too. With her back handsprings and deadly guns, Rachel reminds me of someone...