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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: hero141 on May 23, 2016, 10:01:00 am
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Hi guys. I took a suggestion from a fan seriously and plan to write something about Denise's time at the underground MMA-league. The end of this first part is still open. I plan to make this story interactive. So, any suggestions are welcome! Send me a note or just leave suggestions on the board.
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Denise & the MMA
by hero141
A dressing room at a secret venue in a big metropolitan area. Muted noise from heavy traffic is generating a continuous hum in the background. Cheers and shouts from a huge audience can be heard as well--like a crowd cheering during a fight or after a victory. It is hot in the room. Very hot. A handsome man, dressed in what looks like an expensive custom-tailored marine-blue suit, is nervously walking to and fro, anxiously watching the stunning Latina who is lying naked on the couch, her spectacular physique at full display. And what a body this drop-dead gorgeous bimbo has! She is so freaking huge and pumped-up that she would put any male pro-bodybuilder's muscular development to utter shame. She is gifted with with the ultimate muscle-body: layer upon layer of thick, bulging and pumped-up muscles, incredibly big, dense and ultra-defined! Every movement--however small--is greeted with a harmonious flexing and bulging of her huge, vascular, hypertrophied brawn. Thick veins are beautifully snaking across her dark and evenly tanned skin, her perfect skin obviously shining--dripping actually--with the oil it has been rubbed in with.
And yet, despite her obvious muscles, she oozes femininity in which her over-sized female curves evidently play the main role. What a rack! Her ballooning tits, a truly magnificent double-D, make all heads turn: men in sheer amazement and arousal, women green with envy. No wonder: her ample boobs are perfectly shaped, firm, gravity-defying, contrasting sharply with her flat, cobble-stone eight-pack abs. Her beautifully proportioned hourglass figure with broad torso, tiny wasp-waist and sexily wide hips sports a gorgeous bubble-butt, her glorious glutes being soft and well-rounded when relaxed, rock-hard and striated when flexed. Her long, french-manicured nails, her pierced nips and clit, her perfectly shaven pussy all add to her fabulous porn-chick aura. This hotbod combined with her gorgeous facial features--beautiful long black hair elegantly fixed in a bun, deep brown eyes, high cheekbones, thick sensual lips, extravagant make-up that looks like she had just finished a professional Playboy-photoshoot--make her the sexiest woman on earth.
- Hey Matt, when is it my turn? I'm gettin' bored. I need some action.
Her voice: powerful and commanding. Used to being obeyed. Matt, the man in the suit, is intoxicated by her otherworldy beauty: this is the kind of woman you only meet once or twice in a lifetime and here she is with him. As his partner. As his lover.
- Have patience, Denise. You know this is important: I invested all my money in this fight. You cannot afford to lose.
- Fuck Matt, stop worrying! Do I look like I can lose?
Matt knows what that dreambody of hers is capable of. Or at least, he thinks he knows. Her pumped-up brawn is not only a joy to look at. He has never met anyone so strong and powerful and yet so flexible. The weights she uses! My God, he cannot even move the dumbells she warms up with! It's beyond crazy!
- You know how fucking strong I am. You've seen me pumping iron in the gym. You've seen how I humiliated the hardcore bodybuilding dudes there. I train with the elite of the special agents at the Pentagon--and even then I outclass my classmates in every aspect of the training, be it strength, martial arts, gymnastics or tactics. I just got back from a three-day stay in Moscow to perfect my interrogation skills. Can't tell you too much because it's all top secret. Let me just tell you this. We practiced on the inmates of a high-security prison. The Russian instructors, not really known for being squeamish or too easily hurt, pissed their pants when I got to work. The inmates, the toughest criminals from all over Russia--mob guys mostly--went crazy with fear when I entered their cells.
And it is not only her awesome physical power; it is also her provocative attitude, her total dominance, her insatiable sexual needs and outrageous sexual expertise. She keeps him in a state of quasi-permanent arousal, always walking around in the most extravagantly sexy leather and latex outfits, highlighting every inch of her dreambody. Or just by hanging around naked, every inch of her curvaceous musculature dripping with oil, like now. When they go out, her overwhelmingly erotic presence works like a magnet: all eyes are fixed on her magnificent physique, erections are obviously everywhere, and most men are even spontaneously creaming their pants. And she loves the attention. Sometimes she adds some spice to the spectacle by slowly flexing her muscles or by very sensually touching her boyfriend's crotch--no doubt keeping him on the verge of a cosmic orgasm.
- Come on, babe. Get your cock out. I'll give you the blowjob of your life. ... This will be your third today. Hehe.
- ... I'm serious, Denise! ... It's important! ...
Agile like a cat, she jumps out of the couch and elegantly back-flips towards Matt in a style that would fit an Olympic gymnast. Her feminine elegance and flexibility are as intimidating as her size and power. Next to her dazzling physique Matt looks like a frail little schoolboy. She savagely pulls off his pants and frees his sizeable erection from its tight confines. She playfully cups his balls.
- I'm serious too! You know that I take whát I want whén I want it. There is nothing you can do about that now, can't you?
- ... Please, Denise! What if someone enters our room?
- Do you still care?
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He has been dating this ravishing brunette for over three weeks now and it have been by far the craziest three weeks of his life. He met her at an expensive downtown penthouse bar and he was immediately attracted by her gorgeous facial features: she looked like a supermodel! Matt had not paid too much attention to her body, which looked curvaceous and big all right, but it was only after she sneaked into the men's bathroom when he went for a piss that she revealed her breath-taking physique to him. First she got behind him, blocked him against the latrine, grabbed his cock, getting him hard instantly, and started jerking him off.
- ... What are you ... ? ... O ... Oooh God...
- Don't you feel what I'm doing, baby? I'm milking you. Like it?
He felt a pair of heavy boobs softly resting on his shoulders and it was only then that he noticed how big, veiny and muscular her tanned forearms were. Matt also saw the obscenely jacked biceps and triceps bulging as she gently jerked him off, while her other hand expertly massaged his balls. God, this lady knew how to please a man!
- ... Oooo... It feels great... Aaaa... ... What if someone sees us here? ...
- Don't worry, Matt. You're about to cum. I see you like my muscular arms. Wanna see the rest of my body?
And indeed, Matt was having one of the biggest orgasms in his life, coating the wall of the men's room with a huge load. But suddenly, the door to men's room opened and a man came in. It took a while before the newcomer was able to capture the crazy scene that was playing out before his eyes. He stared in awe at the gorgeous woman with the wide muscular back, the juicy 'Brazilian' butt, the rounded ass-cheeks half-covered in hot-pants, the long, sleek, shapely muscular legs with the kinky black boots--the prototypical image of a dominatrix.
- ... Holy shit! ... What are you doing, for heaven's sake? ... Oh my God, what's going on here? ...
Denise reacted rather matter-of-factly freeing her lover from her grip and facing the intruder. Matt was still half-dizzy from her mind-blowing hand-job when he noticed Denise's change of dress. She must have taken off her elegant leather coat in the men's room--indeed, it was lying on the ground some yards away. Matt was shocked by what was revealed! His date only wore a tiny black bikini top tightly stretched over her huge ballooning tits and ditto hot-pants hardly covering half of her bubble-butt, a pair of knee-high black boots stretching around her diamond-shaped calves. The boots had impossible 8-inch stiletto heels, but Denise looked quite comfortable in them. His date turned out to hold the middle between a professional bodybuilder, a gorgeous orgasm-triggering porn-chick and a super-sexy supermodel. Oh God, what a beast!
- You just ruined my boyfriend's post-orgasm bliss, asshole. I've killed men for less.
The man was obviously shocked, but you could also see that he also regretted having ruined their private little moment. Now that he faced the rage of this pumped-up muscle-machine, he got scared.
- Oh, don't worry, miss. Let's pretend this never happened. OK?
Denise only smiled wickedly, an evil grin.
- Matt, go back to the bar. This gentleman and I have something to discuss. It may take a while. Don't worry, order yourself a bottle of champagne. I pay.
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Great to see you with a new story! As far as ideas go, I hope you can capture the conflict in the minds of Denise's male victims...the way they're so terrified of her and sexually attracted to her at the same time. Creative sexy outfits for her with detailed descriptions of them and how hot they make her body look. And of course lots of gymnastics moves in the ring...Denise can do a backflip or cartwheel as a kick, or she can do back handsprings towards her opponent and completely overwhelm him with her speed, and also intimidate him with that kind of agility and flexibility...there are lots of possibilities.
Great job so far!
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This is the only forum I believe where we find hero141 stories.
Anyone know if hero141 is still around? I miss his writing.
N yeah missing his stories especially after a solid start of yet another story.
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Hi guys! Here's the next part of Denise's adventures in the MMA. I was hoping to get more detailed suggestions about how the story should develop... So, here's my suggestion at further denouement...
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- Get my left glove, Matt.
Denise frees his balls from her iron grip and Matt obediently takes the long black latex glove and pulls it over her hyper-muscular forearm, thick veins prominently snaking over her perfectly tanned olive-brown skin and ominously showing through the ultra-stretched latex. Her muscles ripple with unabashed power! He notices that the glove's fingers are still dirty from yesterday's activities. His cock gets even harder just by thinking how dominant she was in bed yesterday: his freaky nympho sucked and fucked him for hours, deflowering his virgin asshole, fingerfucking him deep with her gloved fingers, brutally ramming his anus until the shit oozed from her lubed-up gloved fingers. She smilingly filled him up with a huge butt-plug, stretching his traumatized ass to the max. She milked him five or six times and then he was allowed to watch how her juicy pussy destroyed her huge 12 inch steel dildo, grinding it, breaking it, crushin it to pulp! He could only submit to her overwhelming physical superiority, glad to be allowed to have dinner at the Y, licking and sucking her hyper-sensitive wet labia and deliciously swollen clit.
- I see you enjoyed my company yesterday.
His asshole is still over-sensitive and itching a little bit due to yesterday's kinky action, but his penis stands rigid as a pole in anticipation of her out-of-this-world sexual skill and expertise.
- Oh Denise, you are awesome. You know what men want.
- Yeah, baby. I own you. I'm your goddess and I'm in a giving mood.
Denise firmly grabs Matt's ass and effortlessly lifts him a couple of inches off the ground--showing who is in charge again, showing off her incredible strength, adoring how her huge biceps double in size, how the big vein running across these unbelievably jacked boulders of hypertrophied muscle becomes even more prominent! Matt feels her powerful fingers perform their magic in his ass-crack: her ultra-long, sharp nails almost push through the latex glove, and massage the area around his asshole, making him harder than ever.
- Holy God, Denise!
- Mmmmm. You really love it up your ass, don't you? I should force you to wear a huge butt-plug all week. You may enjoy that. Then again, I shouldn't: I once forced an ex to do it and it totally wrecked his asshole. He couldn't keep up his shit any longer. Pathetic...
With her other hand she gently pulls his balls away from his cock, squeezing them. Then she grabs his throbbing shaft and jerks him off. It takes her exactly three seconds to get him on the verge of a huge orgasm. She is the ultimate sex-bomb, built for pleasure. Her skilled thumb continues to sensually massage the top of his glans. She is in total control. Matt gasps in arousal--he is so close to a happy release... Suddenly she stops teasing him.
- Oh, one more thing. You offered me half of the money you would win from the fight. I want 99 %.
Matt cannot believe his ears. He thinks he heard it wrong.
- ... Oooh, baby. What did you say...?
Denise smiles.
- You heard me, partner.
Matt tries to force himself to awake out of his erotic reverie, but this is far from easy when your face is buried in the sexiest pair of tits on earth!
- ... ... Come on, Denise. I need the money. It's mine... If we win, we get 10 million. Then you'll get 9.9 million and I'm left with only 100,000?
- Well, what's wrong with that? Normally I would take it all, but you're my boyfriend. I love you, Matt. So, shut up and relax. Enjoy!
Matt tries to get away from the ravishing brunette, but she easily keeps him trapped in her iron grip, close to her alluring tits.
- Fuck, Denise! You bitch! ... Let me go... I'm outta here!
- You're mine, baby.
Suddenly he feels a gloved finger entering his ass, then a second and a third. Then a hand. It feels like his ass is going to explode. Her beautiful eyes coldly stare at him as she hisses:
- One more word and I'll rip you open from below. I'll feed you your own shit. For days.
Her threat scares the shit out of him. One look at her broad shoulders and ultra-muscular arms is enough to realize she can probably rip him apart or tear him to pieces effortlessly. She would not even have to try hard. Matt crashes mentally, unsure about how to answer her insane threat, except by begging and pleading, as he feels her fist stretching his asshole to bursting point, an extremely awkward and painful experience. Matt suddenly recalls the situation during his first date in the expensive downtown penthouse bar. The guy who had interrupted their little intimate encounter in the toilets, did not come out of the toilets when a half-naked Denise rejoined him a half hour later, her muscles all jacked and pumped to the max, veins prominently snaking over arms and legs, indicating heavy action. The bottle of champagne he ordered, was almost empty. She smiled her smile that would melt icecaps showing her perfect, white teeth and playfully wispered he would not be bothering them again, that she had broken all the bones in his body without spilling one drop of blood--no blood and gore in public spaces, but that such handiwork took time and that she would make it up to him... Matt always thought this was mentioned in jest, but now he starts to get scared... And she sure made it up to him: she fucked him for six hours!
- Don't fuck with me, asshole! Or I'll fuck up yours... Hehe!
- Please ... All right... All right... Please, Denise, don't. ... OK, please... ?
- That's more like it.
Matt pleadingly looks into his girlfriend's gorgeous, deep-brown eyes, hoping she will let him go. Instead, Denise's fingers start massaging his prostate, expertly forcing him into a huge erection again, ready to cum big time. The pleasure is so intense, he opens his mouth, gasping for air. Denise perfectly knows what she is doing: she pushes his face into her magnificent chest, slick with the oil it has been rubbed in with. She makes sure nothing touches his cock or it would spoil all the fun. His cock throbs in extreme arousal, aching for release, ready to explode.
Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Matt immediately signals his girlfriend not to let anyone come in, but Denise merely pushes his face harder against her orgasmic boobs, dominantly muffling any comment or wish he may have into the alluringly soft flesh of her tits. Meanwhile, Matt experiences levels of arousal he never deemed possible--almost as good as an orgasm--as her ultra-talented fingers are performing advanced sexual magic in his ass. It's been three weeks now since their first date and Matt keeps on being overwhelmed and intimidated at the same time by her outrageous skill and expertise in sex. This beauty is a fucking beast in the sack. A sex goddess. She simply grins and whispers:
- I own you, Matt. Submit to your ultimate fantasy. Beg me to make you cum. Beg!
The busty powerhouse lowers her arm so that the tips of Matt's feet touch the ground again. She releases his head and he sighs in relief, gasping for air.
- ... Oh Denise! ... This feels so good! Please let me cum... Please... ? ...
His relief quickly changes into panic as Denise answers to the knock on the door.
- Yes? Come in.
A man comes in, wearing some sort of black, official uniform. He stops dead in his tracks, totally shocked by the scene developing before his eyes: a gorgeous female bodybuilder is fistfucking a man in the ass who is obviously enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure. Matt feels humiliated by Denise who let the visitor come in at such an awkward time, but there is nothing else he can do than submit to this stunning Latina.
- ... ... Oh my God... ...
The man instinctively averts his eyes and turns around to leave.
- What's the matter, baby? Never seen a guy being fistfucked by his girlfriend? Come on, tell me. What's up?
Denise moves her hand up and down his shaft only once and Matt is having an enormous orgasm, huge quantities of jizz flying freely in the dressing room. When he is spent, she unceremoniously drops him on the ground and peels off her shiny latex glove covered with shit.
- Clean my glove, Matt, will ya?
Denise disdainfully throws the dirty glove in his direction--he is still recovering from his explosive orgasm--and sexily pouts her thick lips facing the newcomer. The bulge in his pants has not gone unnoticed by the sexy pin-up. He is in complete awe; his eyes eagerly stare at her magnificent curves and muscles.
- My God... ... Are ... y... y... you ... Denise... ... ?
- Yeah. Who's askin' and why?
- I'm B... Bill, one of the cage officials tonight... It's ... it's time... for... ... for your fight...
The muscle goddess sexily struts towards Bill--in a style resembling the provocative stage routines of professional bikini-competitors. She sensually sways her lush hips and slowly arches her back making sure he has perfect view of her big ballooning boobs. The fact that she is totally naked adds to the raw sexuality of her provocative, elegant movements. Bill is enchanted by her beauty, aroused by her total hotbod.
- Well, Bill. I'm gonna make sure it'll be quite a spectacle out there.
Her hand moves over his crotch, delicately touching his raging hard-on through his trousers. Totally sexually intimidated he tries to pull away his pelvis, but Denise grabs his ass and pushes his crotch harder against her sleek leg muscles.
- I don't want anyone to enter the cage when I'm busy. Got that, Bill?
She moves her luscious leg up and down, massaging his crotch. Her full lips sexily lick his earlobes as she whispers:
- Whoever comes in, is dead meat and it'll be a slow, painful death. And I hold you personally responsible for any mishaps, Bill.
He cums. Hard and uncontrolled. A huge orgasm wets his official costume. Denise smiles sadistically and whispers in his ear, making sure Matt cannot hear.
- I'm glad you got the message. Needless to say that this is merely foreplay--imagine what this pumped-up muscular body of mine is capable of, Bill. I would gladly fuck you into oblivion, fulfilling your darkest fantasies and desires. You'd like that, don't you?
- ... Yes... Oh yes...
- My body is a fucking amusement park! If you mess with me however...
And here she brutally grabs his hair and pulls his head backwards.
- ... I'll rip your ass apart using my arm. Think you can handle my 29 inches of flexed rock-hard biceps up your ass?
Denise forces Bill to look at her ultra-developed arms, thick veins crisscrossing over the perfectly tanned skin, the hypertrophied brawn bulging ominously. God, they are beyond bodybuilding: cartoonishly big and vascular. Pumped-up to the max after lifting and fistfucking her hubby. This woman must be a freak in the gym. And everywhere else.
- ... Oh my dear God...
- That's what I thought. Now get the fuck out and remember what I told you and I might let you live.
Bill leaves the dressing room, totally overwhelmed, shaking, giddy with fear.
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- What was that all about, Denise? ...
- Nothing to worry about, baby. It was one of the fight officials: it's time. Let's get dressed.
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- ... John! ... John, holy fuck! ...
- Hey, calm down. You look like you've seen a ghost!
It's Bill entering the dressing room of a handsome and heavily muscled man, ready to rumble, his body is sweaty from his warming-up exercises.
- I just met your opponent for the fight... That woman... Denise.
- What about her?
- She's crazy!
John roars with laughter.
- Of course she's crazy. She wants to fight me! Hahaha!
- I mean it, John. You should have seen her: a Goddess. She was totally naked, the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. Those tits, man! A bodybuilder. I think she deliberately let me come in to show me how she did her boyfriend.
John looks in disbelief at his visitor. He has dated a couple of muscle girls in his day and indeed, some could get really freaky, being obsessed and all with their bodies or with sex. Some really adored showing off their chiseled, pumped-up assets in the skimpiest of outfits. Others wanted to fuck all day long. But raping a man?
- Raping her boyfriend? You must have gotten all confused when you saw her.
- No, I tell you. She was effortlessly carrying him with the hand she had shoved INTO his ass! Her other hand was around his cock. I don't know exactly what she was doing--it all happened so quickly--, but by the looks of her nails around his erection--they were razor-sharp and at least two inches long--the ones in his ass must have been tearing him apart! And then these biceps. Oh man, seeing that kind of bulging boulders on a woman: beyond crazy! She asked me not to interfere with anything that happened in the cage.
- Oh God... ...
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When Denise enters the arena, the huge crowd suddenly falls silent and stares in complete awe at the sultry sex-bomb arrogantly strutting down the red carpet into the direction of the fighting cave. To describe the hyper-muscular, big-titted porn-chic as sexy would not do justice to the raw sensuality she oozes, the outrageous erotic charisma she has, the brutal power and total dominance she breathes. This is the alpha of all alpha-females: huge pornstar curves, jacked and pumped-up muscles bigger than any male bodybuilding pro and gorgeous super-model looks! She wears an impossibly short blue denim hotpants that showcases her tiny wasp waist and muscular bubble-butt. Her darkly tanned, massively bulging quads flare out elegantly. The shiny black leather knee-high boots with razor-sharp 12" stiletto high heels have a hard time containing her nicely cut calves.
Denise's upper-body is even more impressive than what's below the waist--if that is possible: her prominent cobble-stone eight-pack is shining like plated armor, the rock-hard muscle elegantly flexes with every step she takes, her huge protruding double-D sensually jut to and fro, dripping with the oil they have been rubbed in with. Her glorious boobs are contained within a black leather high-neck halter bra, showing plenty of cleavage through the cut in the middle! What a fucking rack! She wears long leather gloves up the her elbows--that's where the muscular magic of her upper arms and shoulders starts: a dream for admirers, a nightmare for those who have to submit to the power of these babies... Her long black hair is elegantly fixed in a bun, her over-the-top heavy make-up is a true work of art, on the verge of being slutty, but it simply highlights the otherworldly beauty of her facial features which immediately trigger sexual overtones.
Most men in the audience get a hard-on, some wet their pants. Denise notices her opponent's cock hardening in his shiny black shorts and grins mischievously. This is going to be fun and worth the wait. The hulking Latina spots Bill and his cage officials and she playfully winks at him, reminding him of their encounter earlier today. He feels the shivers running down his spine, as he has been unable to delete the image of this woman brutally 'doing' her boyfriend. Nobody here expected a woman of this beauty to enter the cage in a no-holds-barred fight. It's more the woman you would expect in a strip-club, or in a gym, or on the catwalk, or in a glossy magazine. John has already entered the cage and is completely intimidated when Denise stands in front of him. She is inches bigger than him, her muscular physique ripples with anabashed power, leaving absolutely no doubt she is as strong as she looks. His confidence makes place for the unusual combination of utter fear and lust--a combination the big-titted she-beast thrives on.
- Hi John. I'm Denise and I'm here to kill you.
- ... Hi ... b... baby. Don't be too sure about that...
Denise smiles. Her gorgeous face reveals nothing of the extrreme sadism that lies beneath. Beauty is the cover, torture the game, death the result. John is enthralled by her presence and thinks about cage-master Bill's words: 'the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen'. A Goddess indeed.
- Oh yes, I am quite sure. It's gonna be a slow and violent death. But that's not even the worst. The worst is that I'm going to publicly humiliate you and fuck the living daylights out of you before I'll start ripping you apart. I hope your girlfriend is here tonight, so she can see how you do when you're fucked by a real woman.
- You're crazy.
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Great stuff :bravo: as usual. One suggestion could be pitting Denise against 2 opponents although it's against MMA protocol. But for certain 1 would never be enough for Denise. Would love to see she against 2 fighters, eventually snuffing them up !
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Great work! You really describe Denise in beautiful graphic detail. As for suggestions, you could have Denise toy with her opponent, holding back at first, letting him see her full strength gradually, so the total fear that eventually overtakes him comes in a slow process building up. And maybe after the fight, some vigilantes could try to apprehend her and of course meet their brutal deaths at her gloved fists and booted feet.
And of course, Denise should really show off her gymnastics skills. Backflip kicking an opponent to show off her agility as well as her strength. Another good scene would be having her do a very fast series of back handsprings towards him that just leaves him overwhelmed with admiration of her skill combined with fear of her fighting abilities.
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I just wish to say how I really love your Denise and Bethany stories. they are quite a good fantasy for me in that I can really imagine what it would be like to be as powerful as Denise.
hope to see more of "denise and the MMA" soon!!
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Thanks, guys! Here's the next part of the adventure...
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- You're crazy. Maybe I'll show you how a man easily outpowers a buff arrogant babe like you.
Denise roars with laughter. She elegantly cartwheels and tumbles around in the cage showing off her Olympic gold-winning gymnastic skills. You cannot help but notice that despite her massive muscle bulk and impossible high-heels, this goddess moves around with the agility, grace and speed of a tigress. John's confidence sinks to underground level. When she finishes off her impressive tumbling series with a double hooked sommersault and perfectly lands on her razor-sharp stiletto heels before the mesmerized male fighter, she sensually licks one of her casually flexed biceps--its massive size and outrageous differentiation simply scare the shit out of her opponent. It is obvious she carries more muscle in one arm than he over his total body.
- I'm the alpha out here. And you're going to wish you'd never been born.
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- Your wife is quite a piece, Matt. I hope she is able to put up a fight against John. He's one of the top ten of my fighters, you know. Few opponents get out of the cage alive.
Matt looks up at the man in the expensive suit, who is delicately nipping his coupe of expensive champagne--the president of the underground MMA-league has invited him to his lounge in the VIP-area. The VIP-area is crowded with businessmen and -women, some involved in legal, some in more illegal activities. What they have in common is that they belong to the class of the super-rich, people whose assets easily exceed a billion dollars. The female beauty assembled in the VIP-lounge is enough to make a gay man straight! Dozens of gorgeous babes playfully strut around, confidently showing off their exquisite beauty, revealing plenty of skin in their skimpy clothing. They talk business or just enjoy themselves. For these people, the fights are a perfect excuse to spend loads of money, both in gambling as well as in the exclusive catering and popular 'body massages'. For the thousands of other people in the huge arena around the cage, the fights are top-entertainment, some sort of exotic escapism to compensate for their everyday dull lives--and who are willing to pay quite a price for that.
- Oh, Denise is one-of-a-kind. Actually, I think she is going to do rather well. Oh, by the way, she is not my wife--I'm just her manager.
The president smiles a fatherly smile.
- Yeah, but who would not want her as a wife, Matt? She's fucking gorgeous! What a physique your Denise has!
- Yeah, you gotta love her body. I love the muscles!
These last lines have not gone unnoticed by some of the scantily-clad women in the lounge who have taken immediate interest in the well-groomed newcomer. A big-titted gorgeous blonde bimbo whose sexy white dress reveals every inch of her ultra-muscular hotbod, accidently bumps into Matt, making one of her mighty boobs pop out of the tight confines of her unlucky cocktail dress who has the impossible task of containing her curvy physique. The dress is pulled so tight against her huge fucking tits and muscles that it fits her like a second skin. She is showing endless cleavage: the front is zipped open past her beautifully pierced belly button--Matt cannot help but notice that her piercing is a beautiful red diamond very much resembling the Moussaieff Red Diamond worth over 6 million! She is evidently wearing no bra--who needs a bra with gravity defying boobs like that?--and Matt has full view of her shiny, naked breast, her nipple is rock-hard!
- So sorry! Hope you don't mind... They're so hard to keep under control... Hehe...
Matt does not mind at all: he simply loves what he sees and reacts well to her flirty joke. What a woman! This babe does not only have the most wonderful pair of tits, you can see that she spends an awful lot of time in the gym and loves to show off the spectacular results of her heavy lifting. He can tell she is nearly as big as Denise, which in itself is extraordinary. It is impossible not to stare as she sensually pulls her dress back over her bountiful breast making her erect nip leaving a clear mark on the garment. The double slit reveals a pair of long, sleek, sexy, ultra-muscular legs. Pillars of pure power: the density, size and differentiation of the bulging leg muscles is awesome. Her shiny white high platform boots with impossible high-heels complete the image of a sex-crazed muscle babe craving for attention. God, she is smokin' hot!
- That's OK. ... You look gorgeous by the way. I'm Matt. Nice to meet you.
The blonde beauty smiles a radiant smile revealing her perfect, white teeth and as they shake hands, Matt enjoys how her unflexed biceps and triceps swell and bulge beautifully.
- Hi Matt. Thanks! I'm Isabelle, but everybody calls me Bella. I guess you can imagine why.
- Sure, Bella. I'd bump into you again any time.
The huge bodybuilder playfully winks at him.
- Sure you would. But next time try not to stare at other women's tits while your girlfriend is around--or were you just her manager? You have to excuse me, but I'll have to go back to my company there. Bye and nice meeting you, Matt!
To Mattt's amazement her company consists of five other big-titted muscle babes, who, just like Bella, proudly show an inordinate amount of alluring hyper-muscular skin. They all look in his direction, giggling girlishly, and then burst out in roaring laughter as Bella rejoins them. What is it with these muscle women? Of course, they get plenty of male attention--their extravagant dress-code attracts all kinds of admirers. Matt can just see how one of these women, a hulking brunette, a ravishing beauty dressed in a fluorescent pink thong and matching pink tank top stretched to the max over her monumental chest, strikes a double biceps pose before the eyes of two admiring men. Her muscular development is simply out of this world--just like Denise's. The bulging boulders of her hyper-trophied biceps spring to life, the prominent veins that run across them meander in numerous smaller veins snaking over the perfectly tanned brown skin of her upper arms. Textbook anatomy. When she provocatively opens up her hands from a clenched fist and spreads her long-nailed fingers, the biceps under her oil-slicked flesh ripple with unabashed power. Her shiny pink high-heel platform pumps match her über-bimbo dress-code and make her look even bigger than she already is. The two men are staring in utter disbelief at her outrageous body, it is clear they simply drool over her sexy curves. They are totally unprepared to deal with that kind of erotic stimulus. Her beautiful brown eyes give them an icy look, full of desdain as she spots the contours of a wet stain on their crotches. Matt looks in disbelief how she shows 'the accident' to her friends who all burst out laughing and start mocking the humiliated guys. Just as Matt's brain is working overtime, he feels the hand of the MMA-president on his shoulder.
- Don't think about it, Matt. She would fuck your brains out, you know. Hahahaha, just kidding. To tell you the truth, Bethany is just 18 years old. Gorgeous, isn't she? The others are all in their early twenties. I hired them a couple of weeks ago as heads of my security departments and I can tell you: they're expensive but very efficient. They serve as my bodyguards here. Seems like they know Denise. They seem to train and study together: went to Moscow together on a workshop a couple of weeks ago. Had a great time so I hear... OK, now let's enjoy the fight.
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A deep voice announces the upcoming battle of the sexes.
- Ladies and gentlemen. Here's the fight you've all been waiting for. In the red corner we have our challenger: Denise, 7 ft. tall and 348 lbs. of pure female muscle. She is undoubtebly the fittest fuck of the universe! Few people know she is part of the "Pentagon 7 Program", a top-secret, multi-billion dollar experiment aimed at developing the perfect killing machine. Don't let her beauty and sultry looks fool ya, ladies and gentlemen. This muscle babe--only 18 years young--is a fuckin' beast and responsible for over 10,000 killings! You hear it well, ladies and gentlemen! More than 10,000 men have been slaughtered by this voluptuous vixen whose nickname is Goddess of Torture. It's a pity none of them lives to tell, but rumors go that she has the habit of brutally torturing her victims before she finally snuffs them out and death comes as a relief. Here for the first time, ladies and gentlemen, and ready to rumble!
It is deadly silent in the arena. Matt's face turns white as snow. He did not know anything about that Pentagon shit. He is fucking a serial killer, or better: a serial killer is fucking him! Someone designed to kill and slaughter. Among other things. Holy God! That 'Holy God' fairly well summarizes John's thoughts in the cage, who starts to get really afraid. This gorgeous woman is indeed anything but your average opponent. Some people in the audience start to cheer and applaud and when she lifts her tank-top flashing her ballooning boobs, the crowd goes berserk, cheering and applauding. For Matt, that 100,000 dollars for a win seems so small an amount now as he considers the risk he is running: he is dating a Pentagon-designed serial killer. As he turns to make for the exit, he is suddenly stopped by an impossibly strong hand brutally grabbing his crotch. He feels fingers with long and razor-sharp nails enveloping his balls. His face is almost bouncing into two of the most amazing, orgasm-triggering boobs he has ever seen, beautifully contained within a fluo-pink tank top. When he looks up, he looks straight into the ice-cold eyes of Bethany:
- Stay or I'll rip them off. And I can't say I wouldn't enjoy it.
He smells her alluring, husky perfume. His face nearly touches her sexy double-D: glorious globes of female perfection! Her protruding, bolt-on boobs nearly burst out of her tank top, making sure everyone can enjoy the lush pornstar contours of her ample chest. When she pulls up her top, her ballooning tits jut forward, revealing breasts that redefine the meaning of sexy! This woman is beyond sexy and she damn knows it. Matt is mesmerized. And in spite of the whole situation, he feels he is getting a hard-on in her hand. Nobody in the VIP-lounge seems to notice Matt's agony--and the few who do, are too afraid to react or think she is doing him a favor.
- Like what you see, huh? Most men cum like a firehose without me even touching them. You need more work however... But I don't mind.
She rips open his pants and grabs his cock and balls making him rock-hard immediately. Matt looks around, embarassed, hoping no-one will take notice.
- Don't worry, baby. There's only a few people in this room who know I'm roughing you up. Nobody'll notice. Besides, I have quite a rep up here when it comes to handling male genitals. Men usually pay a fortune to have me touch their cocks.... Hehe.
- Oh my God... You're crazy...
Matt is petrified. This young woman is so intimidating and attractive: she plays in Denise's league, which is an accomplishment in itself! Her talented fingers work his cock in ways similar to Denise's outrageous sexual expertise and she has him ready to cum in no time.
- At least, you're shaved. That's good. I like my men shaved.
His shaving routine has only very recently been introduced--ever since he started his relationship with Denise actually. From their first date she made him very clear she expected impeccable genital hygiene: crotch shaved and ass bleached. At first he thought she was joking--he had never heard of anal bleaching--but when Matt 'survived' his first fuck with his ravishing new girlfriend, he was sure she had been deadly serious. She had engaged him in a tabooless eight hours of relentless athletic fucking, eight hours during which she practically raped him, letting him experience physical pleasure he did not know existed, but also submitted him to the darker pleasures of S&M: from forced cunnilingus and ass-licking to some serious tease and denial over suffocation into real cbt. Every so often she changed from one ultra-sexy, all-revealing outfit into another equally arousing skimpy set. How he loved it! He was ready to enter a whole new dimension of sexual bliss--and if shaving and bleaching were the conditions, so be it. If only she was a little gentler on him, it would have been perfect, because sometimes she acted pretty aggressive in bed, humiliating him or really hurting him. Like pegging him real hard and riding him with a humongous steel strap-on dildo was her latest trick. Agonizing how she brutalized his ass and intestines. And he could see she enjoyed his agony... This Pentagon stuff puts things in prespective for Matt.
Meanwhile, Matt tries to pull away from Bethany, but she brutally pulls him closer. She loves the terror in his eyes when she forces him to the edge of a big orgasm.
- Cum and I'll break your legs! Got that? Let's see if you can control yourself.
- Please, don't... Don't, please. I beg you. Oh my God... Please. I'm gonna cum...
Bethany grins in mock satisfaction as she suddenly increases the pressure on his testicles. He winces from the sudden pain, doubles over and burries his face in her lush boobs, shiny from the oil they have been rubbed in with. His face being pushed against the hot, slick and beautifully tanned flesh of her huge shiny tits, is simply too much for Matt: his erection which had withered away because of the pain, is back again. Rock-hard, throbbing, aching for release.
- Haha! That's more like it. Kiss my tits. Lick them. Worship them. That's what you wanna do, isn't it?
- Mmmmm... Mmmmmmm...
- You love female bodybuilders, don't ya? Don't lie to me, fucking asshole, or I'll crush your cock in the palm of my hand. And you know what happens if you cum: I'll enjoy breaking your legs here in front of an audience.
Matt nods, almost imperceptibly. Her talented fingers continue to tease his crotch, massaging his rod, kneading his balls.
- That's what I thought. You'd love to be raped by women who are fit as fuck, whose freakishly trained bodies are superior in any way to men's physiques. Muscle babes who have retained all feminine curves and love to show off their exquisite beauty: their perfectly deeply tanned skin, their long, sharp colored nails, their impossible high heels, their thongs, their pierced nips and clit, their provocative outfits. Women who are so strong and powerful they can decide over the fate of men. Over your fate. Over whether you cum or not, or whether you live or die.
He is rock-hard, ready to cum in her hand, but each time he thinks he has lost control, Bethany nearly grinds his balls to pulp. The pain is unimaginable. She dominantly pushes his face deep into her melon-sized breast using one hand behind his head to keep him trapped, smothering him, suffocating him, making him frantically want to gasp for air. Bethany smiles in satisfaction as she feels him struggling against her lush flesh. How many men did she snuff out against these super-sexy melons? She lost count of how many men, aroused by her über-physique, she first fucked into oblivion and then crushed to a gruesome death against her boobs. In spite of her 18 years Bethany has more sexual expertise and experience than a Vegas hooker after a career in the industry. Even in the porn world, where she often features in snuff movies, she is notorious for her extreme nymphomaniac and sadistic tendencies. A brutal fucking machine. She sometimes rapes the whole film crew after a shot. When the editing is finished, some crew members end up in her private quarters where she fucks them to a gruesome death. Just to say: Bethany is a beast!
- Don't you wanna cheer for your girlfriend?
With visible pleasure Bethany closes her hand some more and kneads his balls in her vice-like grip making sure they don't pop--she meticulously works them just before bursting point. Matt gasps each time again from the sudden, intense pain. When she grabs his hair and savagely pulls his head backwards, Matt screams his lungs out, a loud high-pitched yell which goes lost in the audience's cheers for sexy Denise.
- That's what I thought. You can show a little more enthousiasm for your babe in the cage.
Matt's yelling becomes louder: he screams at the top of his voice when Bethany starts rolling his testicles in the palm of her hand, so close to squashing them one by one that Matt loses all self-control and is forced to give in to the gorgeous powerhouse. The pain in his balls and abdomen is excruciating. His screamings become frantic: he is in total panic. Agony is writ large over his face, drawn as a result of his horrific suffering. She huskily whispers:
- Scream, baby! You're utterly helpless in my expert hands. Wanna live?
Bethany does not wait for his answer. She releases his brutalized balls from her iron grip. Matt doubles over from the pain.
- Report to the president's office right after the fight. And you know what?
Matt looks up at the gorgeous bodybuilder.
- I might make it up to you and let you cum between my tits. Or suck the living daylights out of you. Or both. Anyway, it was a pleasure meeting you, Matt. I would love to continue our intimate conversation but I have other business to attend to. At least, these guys paid me a fortune to do them...
When she leaves, Matt can just catch a glimpse of her round, steel-hard bubble-butt, the pink thong playing sexily in her ass-crack. Her wide muscular back flares out from her tiny wasp waist in an impressive v-taper. Her broad ultra-muscular shoulders are so impressive, they would even look out-of-this-world on a male pro-bodybuilding champion. Here they are gracing the curvacious physique of the ultimate porn chick. When she sexily looks back over one of these striated shoulders, he can see she is stretching her tank top back over her busty chest. He notices she is roaring with laughter as she leaves into one of the back rooms with three half-naked submissive studs, slapping one on the butt.
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Meanwhile, the voice continues...
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Great continuation to the story!! I do have one question. What does a double hook somersault look like? I am try to picture Denise as she does this move.
great work Hero141!
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Great work as always! Your descriptions really bring Denise to life.
Good to see Bethany back, along with a whole troop of other muscle babes. Definitely want to learn more about this "Pentagon 7" and if all the girls are as deadly as Denise...
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...What does a double hook somersault look like? I am try to picture Denise as she does this move...
Katarina, I think a double hook somersault is a flip with two full twisting rotations before landing. It's very difficult to do.
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Oh ok thank you cdefan. I can do basic moves like flickflacks or backhandsprings or how you do call them, but I could never do move like that! And thank you hero141 for writing such a great story!
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Wow Katarina, you can tumble? That's really cool. Very few women can do that. Where did you learn those moves? How many back handsprings in a row can you do?
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I used to be dancer, that is where I learned backhandsprings. I can still do maybe 4 or 5 in a row.
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That's really cool Katarina. Very few adult women can do back handsprings.
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Not for the faint of heart--you've been warned... Thanks for all support! :)
- In the blue corner we have our local hero, our beloved He-man, the Beast from the East: John 'the killer' Ray! 200 pounds of magnificent male muscle, a terror for his male opponents, a gift for his numerous female fans! Never lost, killed 10 of his 30 opponents in the cage. Give him a cheer, folks!
The audience goes berserk: the supporting cheers from the local crowd give John back some of the confidence that has sunk to underground level. He performs an impressive double-biceps pose which would look awesome in any other situation, but now it looks ridiculously inferior compared to the unreal, pumped-up musculature of the busty Latina in front of him.
- Quite a record you got there, champ. 10 fuckin' kills! I'm wetting my pants. Don't be too hard on me, John, will ya?
Denise smilingly looks at the impressive boner in his pants. She knows she could force him to spill his seed without even the slightest of physical stimulation. Men usually just do not last long when she is around... But she has other plans: she proudly strikes a double-biceps pose herself, obviously wanting to humiliate him. Her body is so erotically perfect, her demeanour so powerfully sensual. John may be a notorious gym freak, but he has never seen arms like that on a man, let alone on a busty babe like this! He can see the veins snaking over her outrageously pumped biceps--their bulging density and extraordinary differentiation is highlighted when she slowly opens her clenched fists and spreads her long-nailed fingers like claws. With Denise flexing becomes poetry in motion. He can only look in total admiration how the shiny muscles of her upper arms seem to live a life of their own--he is scared shitless: if these arms only have a fraction of the power they appear to have, this gorgeous überbabe can tear him to pieces and she would not even have to try hard!
- Yeah, sure babe. Let's be gentle on each other, OK?
Denise grins sadistically as she smells his fear, his emerging panic. This is where the busty powerchic thrives on: the moment when her victims realize it is all over, the moment they see she is in total control and there is nothing they can do about it. This is usually the moment they start begging for their lives, and start pleading for mercy. They would do anything she asks them--even the most outrageous stuff, like eating their own shit or swallowing their own balls--hoping she will be gentler on them, hoping she will let them live. How they hope! How gladly they comply with any of her sick, sadistic orders. And then there is the second moment: the moment they realize she is going to slaughter them anyway, in spite of all the crazy stuff she has put them through. The first moment breeds the second. The second moment needs the first. This is usually the moment she gets off.
- Hehe. You're scared, aren't you? You'd better be. The last guy I was gentle with begged me to finish him off and I couldn't blame him: I'd been riding his face for hours and I wanted to return the favor. So, I fistfucked his ass until I was able to push this baby in.
And Denise points at the crazy boulder of her right biceps, which even unflexed would be no match for an asshole...
- Can you imagine, John? Can you imagine this arm up your asshole?
John's face turns white-- he is on the brink of hyperventilating. He is absolutely petrified. This woman is totally sick, completely fucked-up.
- No, you can't. But I don't mind, John. Imagination cannot win from reality, can it?
She raises her right arm, grasps the back of her head and flexes her bicep, the spectacular mound of muscle growing to almost fill the open space between her head and arm. Denise slowly turns her head to kiss it, to sensually lick it. John notices a muscle that is even bigger than his well-developed thighs, a comparison almost too much to believe. He was always proud of his thighs in the gym, boastng with their size and definition. But Denise's physique is simply out-of-this-world: huge yet perfectly proportioned, defined yet curvy, bulging with power yet ultra-feminine! His eyes remain fixed on the giant vein running from her thumb to her shoulder, loving the way that it splits in two right on top of her ballooning bicep, one travelling up to her shoulder, the other wrapping under her arm and magically reappearing in her armpit, His eager eyes explore her well-formed upper-body and find a new tributary of veins, starting at her neck and webbing out to each pectoral, stopping at her huge breasts--her breasts being an orgasm-triggering magnificent double-D and probably the only part of her mighty body together with her Brazilian ass without obvious vascularity. Her thick, perfectly shaped nipples invitingly poke through her shiny tank top.
- ... You're... you're... ... insane...
Denise smiles her smile that would icecaps. Her full, shiny red lips are so fucking sexy! Imagine these hot lips licking your earlobes, whispering naughty words in your ear. Imagine them kissing your lips, wetting them, sucking your tongue into her eager mouth. Imagine these lips around your cock, blowing you into a heavenly bliss, sucking you dry. Denise is wilder than your wildest fantasy!
- I'm a Pentagon-reigistered psychopath, John. Been training for years with the U.S. military to become their ultimate killing machine. I'm training with the elite of the elite. With the best of the best.
Denise flexes her rippling football sized shoulders and bulging traps, slowly and menacingly bringing her arms outward. As she wiggles her fingers she snickers at the dancing muscles fibers consolidating into her forearms, triceps and biceps, pumping her monstrously massive muscles across her arms. John is beyond himself; panic is written all over his face, in twenty languages.
- You know what I did to the last guy I was gentle with, John? I inserted my monstrous arm in his ass hoping he would like it. I totally fucked up his abdomen, and tore his ass apart, ripping it wide open, creating him a brand new asshole. My arm was so pumped that it completely destroyed his pelvis, cracking it open from within. You should have heard him scream and beg... Then I ordered him to walk and told him that if he succeeded to stand up, I'd still be gentle on him. Hahaha! It was pathetic to see how desperately he tried to get up. No one walks with a fractured pelvis, you know... I pulled him up by his hair and started kneeing him in the groin, muffling his horrified screams by pushing his face hard against my tits. Oh God, I lost count of how many times I landed my bulging quads with devastating force into his crotch, but by the time his guts were covering my beautiful legs and blood was dripping down my diamond-shaped calves, he was more dead than alive. He begged me to kill him. I couldn't care less and let him bleed to death.
- Holy God... Oh my God... Please, Denise. You win... You win.
- I might be gentle on you too, John. I like my men big, hard and obedient.
From his privileged place in the VIP-lounge Matt witnesses how his ultra-muscular girlfriend shoves her hand in John's pants and grabs hold of his stiff cock, checking the goods--it is like the mirror image of the actions Bethany performed in his own pants. To the crowd's amazement, she rips off his pants and exposes his huge cock which is standing rigid as a pole, ready to cum big time.
- Fuck, John. You're certainly more man down there than up here in the cage!
She delicately runs her fingers over his huge shaft, savoring his erection--an incredible specimen longer than 9 inches and beautifully thick--, reveling in her ability to arouse and terrify him in equal measure. John starts to tremble all over, terrified by her experienced touch, yet fully at her command.
- Now, jerk off, John. I want you to masturbate. Show me the works, baby!
John looks in disbelief at the huge female in front of him. She sexily peels her denim hotpants off her ballooning and shiny bubble-butt and sensually moves it down her endless legs bulging with unimaginably atrophied muscle. Like a pro-stripper she sexily kicks her pants in his direction, revealing her perfectly shaved sex. An audible stir goes through the public. Most men in the audience have a tissue moment, cumming hard and uncontrolled. John is quite aroused too: his cock is rock-hard, throbbing in anticipation, but he hesitates to jerk off in front of an audience...
- Look, John. I'm not used to being disobeyed and I'll show you why.
Quick as lightning she grabs his left arm, pulls it behind his back and starts stretching it behind his back--terribly slowly and in total control. The pain is immediate and overwhelming. John feels her long nails dig hard into his flesh, his carefully built biceps helplessly yield to the superior grip of her gloved fingers. Any other person would have to yank the arm to be able to break it, but Denise smilingly pushes her fingers through his flesh--destroying his biceps--grabs the upper arm bone and simply pulls his entire limb out of its shoulder socket with a sickening wet crack. She mocks him when she asks with a melodious voice:
- See what happens?
Her question goes lost in a loud, primal scream filling the stadium. John spontaneously drops to his knees, kneeling in front of the muscle goddess who disdainfully throws away his useless arm. His shoulder is bleeding profusely. He is beyond defending himself. In an explosion of brutal force she kicks him full in the face, destroying his lower jaw, kicking out half of his teeth. She is careful not to let her razor-sharp stiletto heel hit his head or it would crush his skull and kill him instantly. It takes quite some practice to be able to do that, but when you have snuffed out more than 10.000 men, you are not lacking in practice... Matt stares on with shock and fear while the rest of the audience looks on with confusion and interest.
- Now asshole, jack off!
Half-conscious, helplessly lying on his back, John is in terrible pain. Gurgling sounds escape from the ghastly hole that was once his mouth: he has completely regressed into a state of suffering and never saw the second kick coming. With delicate precision but with brutal force Denise's booted foot hits his lower jaw again, kicking it loose and sending the rest of his teeth all over the place in a huge spray of blood. His crushed jaw is dangling in an awkward angle from his face, which is ghastly mutilated.
- Oh yeah, baby! What are you waiting for? Jerk. Off. I want your jizz dripping all over my quads and thighs.
John is too much engrossed in his private agony to enjoy the otherworldly beauty of her thick bulging quads. With visible pleasure the voluptuous vixen cartwheels around her victim, showing how the combination of ample curves, gravity, extreme muscularity and gymnastic movement may produce poetry in motion. In a fluent tumble she elegantly plants her razor-sharp spiked high-heels next to his body and slowly spreads her legs over his right arm in an impressive straddle split. She eagerly pushes her sizzling pussy over his elbow--he is just able to register the delicious hotness of her dripping wet labia.
- I'm so fucking horny.
Suddenly she yanks his arm upwards and pulls his elbow joint the wrong direction. With an eerie cracking sound, she simply breaks his arm. John is beyond himself: the pain is immediate, intense, excruciating. His icy screams are heart-rending. The shocked audience is witness of how Denise starts bucking her hips, moving her wet pussy over his fractured arm, riding it. Her beautiful big bouncing boobs under her tank top are attracting all attention as the curvy size queen is shamelessly driving herself to orgasm.
- I know it's very un-American of me to take your right to bear arms. But you're so fucking weak!
Denise grabs his hair, brutally pulls him upwards and throws him against the iron bars of the cage like a ragdoll. John crashes against the iron with a terrible crunch before he falls back to the ground like a lead weight with a dull thud. He is more dead than alive now, having resorted into a foetal position. He sobs silently, as if he is hoping she is going to be gentler on him. Through his tear-filled eyes he can see her booted feet and shiny upper legs, her quads easily bulling outward towards a freaky 40 inches of raw, shredded feminine thickness!
- Yeah, they're big and bulging, aren't they? ... And yes, they've scissored men in two. Crushed hundreds of suckers between them...
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All of a sudden one of the officials enters the cage and proudly announces Denise as the winner, much to the discontent of the sultry brunette. The audience cheers when Denise starts her tumbling series--quick and agile like a tigress--with a front walkover and tumbles towards the visibly frightened man finishing her impressive gymnastic exploits with a tucked double front, landing on his shoulders! The man collapses under her immense weight and falls over, landing on his back. She pushes her well-rounded ass into his face and sensually moves her hands over his belly in the direction of his crotch. Her gloved fingertips slowly reach his belt, fumble over the latch, but eventually quickly give up and unceremoniously snap it in half, tearing belt and pants off of his body. Denise does not have to do any work--as usual--as she lightly draws her gloved finger up the underside of his ludicrously tiny organ getting it erect instantly. Men are just so easy: one trained finger is enough to totally control them. She bites her lip in anticipation knowing that without a little extra work he would no doubt finish too early--like most men she fucked.
- Lick!
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So good to see you back Hero141! Love latest addition to the story. Denise tumbling and doing back flips to intimidate her male victims is really relates with me. Karma+
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Great addition to the story! Denise oozes sex just as much as muscle.
Did you have a particular direction in mind for the full story yet, or are you still considering different options?
However you decide to go with the story, can you put a scene where Denise or one of the other girls does a long series of back handsprings? That's my favorite tumbling sequence.
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Deal!
Thanks! Looking forward to it.
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Love to see more of the story soon!
Denise is the kind of powerful woman who I can really admire and envy her great strength and her femininity.
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And the story continues. Sorry for the delay... Enjoy! :)
The cage official immediately starts to lick her ass--without the slightest hesitation. The tone in her order is so commanding, so in charge, that it chills him to the bone. While her hands expertly move over the typical fat, white belly of a middle-aged man, his hands wildly grab her ballooning, slippery glutes, astonished by their sexy firmness and hyper-muscular development. The sheer size of her bulging muscular legs make his skull look ridiculously small and frail--as if one flex of her lethal quads would squash his head like an overripe grape. He has no idea what he is about to experience.
- Pathetic fuck: that's a fuckin' toothpick you got there... If I gave you a blowjob, your cock wouldn't even get past my lips! Hahaha! You're absolutely worthless.
Denise disdainfully takes his inferior penis between her gloved thumb and index. His cock stands out at its full length, engorged with blood, throbbing with pleasure, totally at the command of the busty orgasmatrix: a mere 4 inches of male hardness...
- How do you deepthroat a penis like that? I want size, you fuck. Pornsize! I'll show you how I treat men with.
Totally in control she moves her ass up his face so he is forced to lick her juicy clit. God, she is smokin' hot! Her pussy is dripping wet. She slowly moves her thumb and index up and down his prick once, forcing him to do his utmost best to control his emerging orgasm. His hands grab her Brazilian bubble-butt feeling the power of her striated glutes vibrate through his hands and down his arms. His fingers move over the slippery flesh and a quick squeeze shows there is no give at all! Her ultra-sexy ass feels like velvet wrapped stainless steel! This female beauty is the combination of a ravishing sex goddess, a femdom porn queen, a sultry muscle monster and a ruthless Pentagon-engineered super-soldier--in short: she is totally overwhelming!
- Don't cum, midget, or I'll slaughter you like a beast. You know what? I'll be generous: I'll cut you a new asshole.
She closes her eyes and pushes her perfectly groomed pussy along the length of his wet tongue, teasing her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue before breathing in sharply and opening her eyes, her look ravenous. With visible pleasure the ultra-jacked predator inserts her gloved fist into his ass, her fist stretching his virgin asshole to the max. and simply opens up her hand. His world explodes. rip his ass apart. The ultra-busty vixen takes her time to totally fuck him up: she cuts, scratches, rips, and tears him open from below, until his ass is like a monstrous, bloody hole. Her fingers are so freaking good at this--blood and shit are dripping from her gloved arm. The poor ring official starts to shake in utter panic, trying to accomodate himself to the horrific pain, but there is no way on earth you can brace yourself for such onslaught.
- Yeah, baby. Scream! Tell my pussy you love her. I'm s-o-o-o fucking w-e-e-e-t-t-t...
At the same time she expertly jerks him off, mixing his pain with waves of extreme pleasure. You cannot hear him scream, but the frantic movement of his hands over her beautiful butt shows that he is suffering like hell. A little flex of her upper legs make her massive thighs jump to attention, rippling with unabashed power. The man startles as he feels how his skull is nearly giving in to her expanding quads. Her front quads quiver as she tenses and un-tenses her ultra-developed thighs, making them bunch beautifully into detailed teardrop muscles that nearly bury her knees. They blast larger and more defined as she pumps and flexes them; a whole system of veins snakes over her perfectly tanned skin. Denise smirks when she squashes his penis in the palm of her hand with delicate tenderness, carefully crushing his shaft in her iron grip, teasingly slowly clenching her gloved fist. The busty sadist has a hard time to restrain herself, and not to crush his head there and then between her superior legs. Her shiny and beautifully shaved crotch is pulsing with orgasmic energy sending waves of pleasure through her fabulous hotbod!
- Oops! Now there's even less of it...
His frantic screams are muffled in her wet crotch. Actually, she is literally dripping with excitement--how she loves this! When she starts squashing one of his testicles between her lethal fingers, she savors how unimaginably intense pain hits him like a truck, totally overwhelming his nervous system, sending him in overdrive.
- Oh yeah, this hurts, you piece of shit! It takes some practice to squash them one after the other, but as you can feel, I'm not lacking in practice. Hang on!
By the time she crushes his other ball between thumb and index, he has gone totally berserk, but she easily keeps him trapped between her superior legs, his desperate wailing only increases the familiar tickling in her crotch.
- Did I fucking tell you to stop licking? The fact that I just castrated you, doesn't mean you don't have to comply with my commands. Lick, asshole!
When Denise suddenly feels his tongue licking her dripping labia again, she smiles with sadistic satisfaction. Few guys manage to continue going down on her after she crushed their cock and balls! Her engorged clit is throbbing with orgasmic pleasure as he diligently licks and sucks it--despite the excessive pain he is in... How he is hoping she will show some mercy, because he realizes how apt and well-chosen the announcer's words were in his intro: Pentagon's Goddess of Torture. He has gone from sheer terror when Bill forced him into the cage with the annnouncement to stop the fight, to utter post-castration agony in just a couple of minutes. In just a couple of minutes she has broken him completely, transformed him into someone willing to do anything to stop the pain. Anything. How he prays and hopes to get out of this cage alive.
- Good boy. I like obedience in a man... Well, 'man' is a bit of an exaggeration with your cock and balls removed... But then again, you weren't that much of a man either when you still had them. Hahaha!
The muscular pornchick grabs his upper legs and brutally digs her strong experienced fingers into his flesh. With a menacing laugh she pushes them further down, her biceps and triceps harden and expand. The audience is witness of how Denise blasts incredible power into her freakishly pumped arms: her biceps transform into mountains of doom never before seen on any human, much less on a gorgeous young sexbomb! When her merciless fingers touch his bone, the busty predator grins evilly. No matter how hard he tries, the otherworldly pain prevents him from continuing his licking. He is broken. Wasted. Triggered into a universe of pain. Her universe. Each time he thinks he is going to physically and mentally collapse from her brutal torture, she increases the intensity of her onslaught and rises the pain-level to unimaginable, inhumane heights. This is torture at its most extreme level of efficiency, beyond sadism, beyond ultra-sadism. This is Denise.
- Fuckface: lick!
The tone in her voice is so commanding, so totally dominating, so in charge, it chills him to the bone. The Pentagon's Torture Goddess must indeed be freakishly good at getting whatever she wants, be it intel, money or sex!
- Wanna live? Suck my clit! Fuck, I'm so close...
Her poor victim has almost gone into a stupor, delirious with pain, but his tongue obeys her crazy command, even though she pushes her sizzling pussy brutally hard into his face, breaking him in.
- Good boy... G... oooooo... ... ooo...
Then orgasm hits her. Deeply. Intensely. Denise closes her eyes, throws back her head into her neck, and sucks in air through her pouted lips. Moaning with orgasmic pleasure, she enjoys every second of her sexual high. As she arches her wide muscular back protruding her magnificent breasts, you can see her erect pierced nipples getting even harder, almost piercing through the tank top. What a beast!
- Your licking efforts are much appreciated.
And then she slowly starts pulling his legs apart. She is immediately rewarded with a wet, crunchy sound as she simply tears his limbs from his body! Easily. Effortlessly. Blood gushes from the two huge holes where his legs used to be.
- Haha: I knew I could pull this off.
The immense power she used to rip his legs off also pulls his head deep into her groin, nearly breaking his neck.
- Nobody comes between me and my prey. Not even death--only when I want it to. By the way, your licking was worthless!
She slowly and elegantly lifts herself off his broken body doing a press handstand and enjoys the way her victim now starts squealing like a pig at the killing floor. Graciously flipping back into a standing position, she places her hands on her hips and smirks as she sees him instinctly trying to crawl away from her in a pool of his own blood. She faces the audience standing with her back to Matt showing off her wicked, skin-tight tank top, her black patent leather boots with incredibly high
heels. She looks absolutely evil. Matt cannot stop from staring at her
spectacular ass, until she turns around. That is when he actually gasps out
loud--like most of the men around him--at the sight of her huge, magnificent breasts which are threatening to
rip the front of her tank top to shreds...
- Haha! Crawl like the miserable worm you are.
Denise grabs his legless torso and places him under her arm, carrying him against the side of her impressive torso, making sure she can see the expressions on his face. He is crying and screaming in total agony. The man squeals and tries to free himself from her grip, but it is no use: she is way too strong.
- Don't worry: I'm only going to use one arm. Consider yourself lucky I don't use my other arm too...
Denise smiles knowingly when she pulls her arm closer and flexes her humongous biceps. The man’s squirming intensifies as his body begins to compress in her vise-like grip. The busty bitch starts moaning with pleasure as she feels her mighty biceps and forearms dig into his weak sides and press harshly into his vulnerable ribs. As she continues to squeeze harder, several loud cracks are heard. The man's face has become a mask of terror screaming in pain, which only causes Denise to laugh and compress his torso further. And with one final, body-breaking squeeze, she smashes his chest, caving into his pectorals and rib cage, puncturing his lungs and heart. Her pumped biceps tear into his sides like a hydraulic press, nearly ripping him in half! The man lets out a death yell and his head falls backward as blood drips from his orifices--his last image being the sadistic grin on Denise's gorgeous face, her wet tongue licking her plumped-up swollen red lips suggestive of the mind-blowing blow-job his tiny cock never got... Just for the fun of it, the busty predator grabs the back of his head and smashes him face first onto the ground, totally crushing his skull, breaking him in.
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The people in the audience are shocked. All is silent. Deadly silent. Like an experienced actor she makes use of this dramatic silence to bare her huge breasts by ripping off her black leather high-neck halter bra. Holy God, she reveals two of the sexiest breasts ever seen on a woman! Huge, firm, round, perfectly formed, shiny from the oil they have been rubbed in with, their feminine softness contrasting sharply with the striated and vascular expanse of mankilling muscle they are surrounded with! The shiny, alluring flesh of her tits is beautifully and evenly tanned, her perfect nipples are rock-hard: these ballooning babies are so sexy, they make men cream their pants without Denise even touching them...
- Yeah, folks. The Pentagon tried to train me into a ruthless henchwoman, but they created the ultimate weapon of mass destruction: a drop-dead gorgeous, ultra-sadistic, totally unstoppable killing machine. And my libido is even bigger than my boobs--ask my boyfriend... Hahaha!
Matt has been watching the fight with growing amazement and fear. How could he have been so blind for all the obvious signs that his girlfriend is an evil psychopath, a total nutcase? To say she is dangerous is the fucking understatement of the century, but then again: how can you not being intoxicated by her otherworldly beauty, by her refined and elegant way of moving, by her massively muscular yet perfectly feminine and ultra-curvaceous body, by her provocative attitude? And indeed, Matt has been totally blown away by her libido and outrageous sexual skills! The past three weeks have been one hell of a ride for him. When she was home, Denise kept him in a permanent state of arousal, fucking or sucking him whenever and wherever she wanted, sometimes up to ten or fifteen times in 24 hours. And for Matt, who is attracted to big-titted dominant women, Denise's ultra-dominant attitude added spice to her totally overpowering behavior in bed, sometimes simply raping him with her fingers or fist or forcing him to lick her pussy for hours--and if he slowed down she would electrocute his balls, which kept him going for sure: how he licked!
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She tumbles back towards John--she combines powerful and quick tumbling passes with an impressive series of backflips to move around the cage a couple of times. What a spectacle! Her agility and speed are only outdone by the elegance and sheer beauty of her gymnastic movements. Denise would outclass any Olympic athlete and she knows it: she revels in the way her sultry mega-muscular hotbod has retained its agility, flexibility and femininity. John, the once proud fighter has regressed into a sobbing, terrified heap of misery. It is obvious from the way his torso is deformed that several of his ribs are broken as a result of the devastating impact against the iron bars of the cage. From the horrifyingly mutilated hole in his face escape unintelligible gurgling noices, but the pleading pitch suggests he must be asking her for mercy. But Denise is not interested in mercy or in his pathetic pleas. She orders him to get on his back and kicks him in the face again. Unable to use his hands to protect himself, John receives the full impact of her kick, which throws his head back brutally hard. His lower jaw flies somewhere in the cage. His face is destroyed. Denise roars with laughter and places the bloody tip of her booted foot under his balls.
- Sorry I kept you waiting, baby, but I'm back. I want you hard. Now!
The ultra-fit psycho-bitch does not waste any time with social decorum: you can see she is only interested in getting his huge cock erect and fuck the living daylights out of him. She leans over and starts fingering his penis and balls. He shivers at her touch. It is intoxicating.
- I like my men to be afraid of me, John. Do I scare you, sweetheart?
The gurgling moan escaping from the ghastly hole in his skull will do for a 'yes'. She is amused by his honesty and giggles girlishly.
- Good. Your honesty is much appreciated, but it won't save your life. There's only one thing that may save your life and that's your cock. I want it hard.
To everybody's amazement Denise gets him hard. His huge penis stands rock-hard--a beautifully thick and long rod which would even rate big among porn-cocks.
- Wow, John. Quite a specimen you have there. I've fucked thousands of cocks and yours beats most in size! Fuck, I hope you last...
She quickly lowers herself onto his rigid pole, going down slowly along the length of his shaft, savoring the passage of his huge erection into her seething, super-charged vagina. A second and third thrust of her hips, delicately swallowing his member into her burning sex, are accompanied by a deep, sexy moan. How she enjoys this! She closes her eyes and starts bucking her hips up and down, softly clenching and massaging his shaft with her pussy muscles. After a couple of thrusts, Denise starts to ride him harder, letting her primal urges take over until she finally rides him with such ferocious force, pushing down her mighty hips time and again with such mankilling intensity, that his body gives in to her superhuman onslaught. What a sight it is! Seeing that super-feminine, ultra-athletic amazonian body riding a man, fucking him like a wild animal, her big boobs elegantly jutting up and down with each thrust, is just too much for most male audience members! They cum hard in their pants--huge loads of semen wetting their pants. When she climaxes some minutes later, she has literally fucked him in half: her hands have crushed his ribcage and her hips have totally destroyed his pelvis. His once proud penis has been transformed into a reddish, bloody mess, mangled beyond surgery. John however, is still alive.
- A pity you broke so quickly, John. I loved the ride. Did you?
John does not react, except for a continuous, monstrous moaning escaping from his broken mouth.
- Answer me, fucking asshole!
It is obvious that the busty bodybuilder is merely toying with him, because a couple of seconds later she starts kicking him with her booted feet. More than twenty times her lethal legs lash out--every kick in itself enough to crush steel--and she makes her stilettos totally destroy his already heavily mutilated body. Well, his body is actually torn apart, kicked and ripped to pieces. When she finishes her attack, she is dripping in her victim's blood and viscera--a red devil from hell--and John has literally disappeared, his corpse transformed into tiny bits and pieces of bloody human remains scattered around the cage...
- I guess that's a win, folks... Hehe. Bill, won't you come into the cage to announce my victory?
Bill, head of the cage officials, is horrified by what he has just seen. There is no way he dares to enter the cage with Denise around. The announcer breaks the awkward silence in the stadium and proclaims Denise as the winner. Bill silently hides himself deep in the catacombs of the stadium.
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Denise is taking a hot shower in her dressing room. Matt cannot keep from staring at his outrageously beautiful girlfriend who is enjoying the sensation of the steamy hot water flowing over and dripping down her feminine curves. The blood of her victims has been washed away and she takes her time to soap and soak every inch of her alluring flesh. Impossible muscles flex and flow around her curvy frame in a frenzy of male bodybuilding shaming definition. Suddenly she is standing there, completely naked with her hands on her hips in a classic superhero stance to blow away any comic book superhero Matt could think of.
- Matt, you can dry my body now. Take the towel there.
Matt keeps being aroused and intimidated at the same time by the raw, brutal power of his naked überbabe. It causes him to sweat. He quickly dries her soaking wet hotbod, enjoying the feel of her rock-hard muscles under his trembling fingers--from fear and excitement that is. With her mega-muscular frame she towers over him, dwarfing him as he scrupulously dries the last drips of water from her flawless, deeply tanned skin, silently hoping he will be allowed to oil her muscles.
- By the way, did you cream your pants during the fight?
She looks into his eyes and smells his fear. She grins.
- ... But Denise, you simply slaughtered these men!
- What's the purpose of these fights, you think? Kill your opponent and cash the money. It's ten thousand K, you know. I thought to give them their money's worth... Aren't you happy I won?
She grabs his crotch, massaging his growing member through his pants.
- ... Of ... of course...
- Oh Matt, what's up? You think I'm going to kill you? Don't be ridiculous! You're my boyfriend. I love you, Matt!
Her gifted fingers perform their magic and have him close to cumming.
- ... Oh ... God, Denise... ... ... Your fingers... ... Oh Lord... Is ... ... is it true? ... ... About the Pentagon, I mean?
- I can't tell ya, it's top secret. I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you afterwards...
Denise bursts out in laughter, releases his crotch and throws him onto a massage table in the middle of the dressing room.
- Come on, let's fuck! Get your cock out.
Actually, she does not wait for him to undo his pants, but she simply rips it off his body, tearing it to shreds. Denise gently takes his erect shaft in her hand and brings it to her invitingly sexy lips. Matt is shivering with arousal--Denise's blowjobs are cosmic! But suddenly she releases his prick and...
- Fuck, Matt. How come your penis smells of another woman?
Denise grabs his throat and brutally lifts him off the ground. Matt can see the veins snaking over her ultra-muscular arm. He knows what these babies are capable of. He notices her pierced nipples hardening as she slowly closes her fingers around his throat, the nails almost piercing through his flesh. The sultry, sexy mistress transforms into the deadly assassin.
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Good to see you back with a new edition! Denise is very gruesome, but that it means she can always command respect from men!
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Katarina
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Yes! Love it! And thank you for the scene where Denise does her backflips.
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I see what you mean. When I am practicing my flick-flacks (backhandsprings) in the park and I see men who are watching me, I feel almost much like Denise.
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WittyKatarina, you're one hell of a woman! Great for sharing your thoughts!
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Thank you for the compliment! And thank you for the great story!
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Katarina, how big are you?
I am not that big - I am 168 cm tall and weigh 57 kg - but I do have pretty big arms. My forearms and my wrists they are big enough that I can wear the men's bracelets.
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- How fucking stupid do you need to be to cheat on me, Matt? You must have guessed what I do for a living. Who touched you? I'll rip her apart and then make sure you'll never be able to cheat on me again.
He has a hard time talking, her hand around his throat preventing him to breathe.
- ... Oh... please, Denise.... Let... ... me ... explain...
Denise eases up on him somewhat, releasing him from her iron grip. She loves how he shakes in fear.
- It's not what you think, darling. I was approached by a female bodybuilder. We started talking and before I knew it she grabbed my penis.
- A female bodybuilder? She grabbed your penis, huh? And let me guess... She got your cock rock-hard.
Matt silently nods, hoping by being honest she will not kill him there and then.
- OK, I know how much you like muscles on a woman. So, she got you hard. Rock-hard. Probably close to creaming your pants... Pumping iron or pumping cock, muscle women love both! Did she make you cum too?
- No, baby. She didn't.... I didn't cum! ... Darling, you must believe me: I didn't cum. ... Oh please... I'm so sorry... ... Please, Denise, I didn't cum...
The busty powerchic savagely throws him against the far wall. He flies through the air like a ragdoll. He is no match for her superior power. How could he be? He crashes with a loud thud and drops onto the ground. He instinctively gets on his knees and pleads for mercy. In total submission.
- So technically, you didn't cheat on me then. This makes me happy, Matt. It would have broken my heart. And it would have broken you. I would have broken you.
At the Pentagon Denise rules a large facility where top secret interrogations take place--although technically still a student her 'abnormal' skills were quickly recognized by her trainers and she got 'carte blanche' by a high-ranked official who was obviously impressed with her results--and with some of her other assets. So it comes that an 18-year old trainee supervizes the actions in dozens of interrogation rooms at the Pentagon, where waterboarding, sleep deprivation and hypothermia are seldom used because considered way too soft. In these rooms men are skinned, ripped apart, cut, burned, have their bones broken--in the best of Mediaeval traditions. And then there is Denise's own sanctum called the 'White Room' which makes Hell look like an amusement park. In this huge hall she performs her ultra-sadistic experiments on 'informants'. Hundreds of men are dangling on meathooks and are slowly being transformed into wailing and bloody heaps of human agony, merely able to experience the extreme physical and mental pain they are subjected to. Their drug-induced over-excited nervous systems are overwhelmed with excruciating pain, their whole being narrowed down to experiencing the effects of her horrifyingly painful handiwork.
When you enter the White Room, you have three certainties: it's gonna take long, it's gonna be excruciatingly painful and what's left of you leaves in a bodybag. And perhaps a fourth certainty is that you will be humiliated and eventually slaughtered by a drop-dead gorgeous, big-titted female bodybuilder in an outrageously sexy dominatrix outfit. Denise works with the idea that seeing someone being tortured is as efficient as being tortured. The relentless screaming and crying, the pleading, the wailing is gruesome. Suffering and pain rule. Almost all men start to talk by merely entering the White Room and seeing the horrors within its bloody walls. Denise could not care less: once you are in, you are done. It usually takes her only a couple of minutes to make you confide her everything and more. Then she starts playing. And big girls play rough. Some men last for weeks in her dungeon.
- I'll have to punish you for your hard-on with that other woman, Matt. Your cock is mine and mine alone. Take the oil and rub me in. If you get a hard-on, I'll have my biggest dildo shoved up your ass. And I plan to leave it there for the rest of the week... Got that?
Matt looks in disbelief at his girlfriend. She cannot mean that. He usually cums two or three times when he is allowed to oil her body. So, not having an erection is simply impossible. And her biggest dildo is Big Red, a ghastly huge steel rod she only uses when she wants to fuck real hard. Beast-mode she calls it...
- Oh baby, please. You can't mean that. Big Red will rip me apart...
Denise snickers.
- Then don't get hard. Take my party-uniform, will ya?
Matt is astonished when he grabs her 'party-uniform'. It is an outrageously sexy outfit, leaving most flesh uncovered and consists of a leather white string thong, a ditto bikini-top with a string around the neck and ultra-tiny triangles to cover her nips. It has black, wet look thigh-high leg warmers and black Louboutin pumps with impossibly high-heeled stilettos. Matt feels his cock stirring already when he imagines Denise in this all-revealing ultra-sexy set of 'clothes'.
- Oh please, Denise. Don't toy with me. You know I won't be able to control my cock. You're too sexy. Please, I didn't cheat on you, baby. Really, I didn't... I love you.
- Shut up, Matt! Do as you're told. Don't you think my body deserves the attention?
He obediently starts massaging and oiling her sultry flesh. You can see he does all he can to think of other things than the sultry brunette under his oily fingers. He thinks of Big Red and of all the pain it may cause him; he thinks of the horrific scenes in the cage which are carved into his brain forever. When she faces him so he can oil her gorgeous breasts, he is still in full concentration. When she deliberately pushes one of her big tits in his face, Matt is out of balance, savoring the outrageously sexy flesh of her majestic boobs. Her hands disappear in his trousers and free his flaccid cock and balls from their confinement. The poor man looks up to her and sees she is smiling broadly.
- Like it, baby?
Denise enjoys the panic in his face when she feels his cock hardening in her hand.
- Oh please, Denise... ... Oh...
She massages his erect shaft so delicately, so sensually. Her long nails very gently scratch his balls, sending his level of arousal skyhigh immediately. Matt gasps--both in terror and pleasure--blown away each time by his girlfriend's level of sexual expertise. As part of the notorious 'Pentagon 7 Program' Denise is designed and trained to be a super-intelligent, ruthless killing machine. The team of twenty engineers behind this program assumed that making soldiers 'female' would enhance their efficiency and proficiency in some undercover missions. So, they helped to create the ultimate sex machine too. Complex genetic transformation and hormonal treatments made sure that sexual arousal increased the urge to kill and slaughter, and that killing sent their sexual arousal to maximum levels. Obviously these engineers were bound by the top secret clause in their contract, but some high-ranked officials wanted to make sure this program was kept secret forever and they ordered Denise to intimidate her co-creators, to make sure they would take the secret into their graves.
The 17-year old musckle babe easily lured them into a secret Pentagon facility deep under the ground--some kind of bunker--and kept them there for months. Nobody knew. The muscular pin-up had her way with them, so they confided her all their top-secret bio-engineering plans. With an IQ beyond 180 she quickly grasped the intentions and plans of these geeks. Denise forced them to increase the planned doses of her experimental treatment to inhumane levels: this changed her from a raving nympho into a totally sex-crazed fucking machine whose sex-drive was only topped by her mindblowing ultra-sadism: she had to learn to control her blind urge to inflict maximum pain before slaughtering someone to a gruesome death every time she got horny. Within the secret facility however, she gave full rein to her primal urges and fuck-tortured her slowly starving engineers to a gruesome death. Within the last weeks of their lives they experienced first-hand how good their project was developing: the young torture Goddess put them through weeks of brutal rape, ass-fucking, cbt, before she literally ripped their puny bodies slowly apart. It was a torture fest: constant pain, nothing but the most intense suffering. Weeks on end. They went nuts. Death came as a relief. Those who were still able to talk coherently, begged her to kill them. She didn't. For Denise these geeks were insignificant insects to play with.
When Pentagon-officials finally found what was left of the team of engineers, they were shocked. The bunker bathed in blood. Guts, organs and other human remains were scattered all over the place--tokens of the sheer brutality and ultra-sadism of her actions. Arms, legs, torsos with ribcage either crushed or ripped open, cocks, skulls were found in separate piles, every bone meticulously broken in several places or crushed. The report of the Pentagon-officials however never got published. Denise met them at the crime scene and ordered them do the cleaning-up and then 'asked' them to keep quiet. Totally intimidated by her overwhelming presence they agreed immediately, fearing the worst. And indeed, their lives changed into a nightmare, a life of permanent fear and terror: Denise met them regularly and she always left a mark of her passing. She brutally raped them or kicked or punched them into oblivion. Or she broke some of their fingers--small things really but they feared every encounter, every contact. One day she broke their spines which bound them to a wheelchair; she even cut off their balls some weeks later. A year later they were dangling on meathooks in her White Room begging for mercy--not that they talked but Denise just does not like loose ends... A total beast!
- Want me to stop, Matt?
- No ... Oh fuck ... Yes ... ... yes ... Stop! ... Please... Gonna cum...
Seconds later and utterly helpless in her talented grip he has a major orgasm: a huge load of sperm drips through her fingers as she milks every drop out of him. She is so good at this... Matt pleadingly looks up into her dark brown eyes, expecting a terrible scenario to unfold. His busty Latina suddenly roars with laughter.
- By the amount of jizz, I'm sure you told me the truth back there. Good. You wouldn't really cheat on me now, would ya?
Giddy with post-orgasm bliss Matt eagerly shakes his head, hoping she will be somewhat easier on him. 'Big Red' is really big. It's freakin' huge!
- No I would never do that, Denise! Please, I love you.
The muscular pin-up moves her index finger under his scrotum and slowly pushes her long and sharp nail into his flesh. He shivers at the sudden intrusion and the sharp pain it causes. The damage is superficial--her nails are literally razor-sharp and the cut doesn not even bleed--but given the nature of the location on his body, her incision is extremely painful... This is a pro at work. Matt tries not to scream.
- No, you wouldn't. I'd punish you. Well, punishment would be too soft a term to describe the long ultra-brutal torture sessions I'd put you through. I'd redefine your conception of pain. You know how good I am at milking cocks--well, I'm even better at destroying them... And I make them last a lot longer when I destroy them. Hehe...
- Oh please, Denise. ... Don't... ... I love you so much.
- Love you too, baby. I've had my fun--I won't hurt you too much for your misstep with this fuckin' bodybuilder. Now, lick your cum off my hand and let's cash the dough!
Matt feels a giant relief: you do not want the ultimate killing machine to be angry with you. She is so dominant, so superior. Her order is not so bad. With Denise he has learned to like the taste of his own semen. He starts cleaning her long, elegant fingers with the beautiful long nails. These fingers have probably killed, ripped, crushed and skinned thousands of men. With his lips and tongue he scrupulously cleans the fingers that so skillfully drove him to an orgasm again. Weapons of mass eruption. Matt has come to understand that the voluptuous curves of her huge muscles are not just for show, but have a practical function in her line of work. With a physique like that, there are absolutely no limits to how you may want to treat your victims. No limits at all.
- Good boy. Now, when we go in, let me do the talking.
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When they leave the office of the MMA-president, Denise carries a suitcase containing her 10 million dollars together with a contract for a new fight: the Fight of the Century. Winner gets 100 million.
- Here, Matt. Take the suitcase to our hotel-suite. I still have some unattended business to take care of.
Denise hands him the heavy suitcase, her arm muscles rippling with unabashed power, the prominent vein crossing her tremendous biceps is more prominent than ever. Jacked like hell. Pumped to the max.
- ... But... I thought.... ?
- Don't think, baby. I'll fuck you when I get back, OK? I loved how you kept your cool while I jerked you off under the table during negotiations. Haha! Good you didn't cum. I'm sure the president didn't notice: his eyes drowned in my curves... He had such a hard time with his own hard-on. Hahaha! When I get back, I'm gonna do you slowly and softly--I might even let you be on top for once... How would you like that, baby?
- Oh baby...
And here she comes licking his earlobe as she sexily whispers in his ear.
- Or I may just suck your cock while giving you a prostate massage. I know how much you love my thick wet lips around your cock, while I smother your face with my juicy ass and penetrate your ass with my cunning fingers.
- ... Oh baby, yes ... You're so hot!
She pushes him against the wall of the corridor, engulfs his mouth into hers and kisses him, pushing her tongue deep into his eager mouth, dominating him with her kiss. When she lovingly puts one of her monstrously muscular arms around his neck--an arm carrying more muscle than three Mr. Olympias over their entire bodies--Denise forces her huge tits tightly against his chest and licks his lips with the tip of her tongue. Her other hand opens up his pants and her fingers firmly envelop his cock, making him hard instantly. Passers-by in the corridor watch in astonishment and disbelief as the scene develops into a public femdom porn scene. Denise grabs his throat, lifts him off the ground and starts jacking him off in public. At first she is gentle, pumping his cock with long and gentle strokes making him sigh in ecstacy. But soon she starts jerking his penis with such force you would think she would rip it right off. The superior female forces him to navigate between pain and pleasure, between breaking or making... It does not take long--and the lack of oxygen must have added some spice to it--before he cums like a hose all over her naked quads, yet another flood of thick, steaming sperm.
- I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my amazonian touch this time, Matt. You never do. Now, clean my leg. Lick your cum. You know the routine.
She releases her boyfriend and forces him down on his knees to lick his semen. Denise loves the attention they are getting from the unknowing passers-by and makes sure they can enjoy every inch of her shiny muscular physique. She is so fucking sexy in her 'party-uniform'! Matt quickly licks his sperm. Again. Then she forces his head in the direction of her sizzling slit: soaking wet labia and a deliciously swollen clit await his eager tongue.
- Make me cum.
Matt knows she is close--she pushes her erect clit hard against his tongue and urges him in a husky voice to lick harder. And he knows when she is close, she is dangerous. Very dangerous. He intuitively suspects that with Denise arousal and aggression go hand in hand--when they fuck he can do nothing more than totally submit to her wishes. He has stopped to react and immediately complies with whatever she demands for, for fear of retaliation. Also now, he is too terrified to react to the presence of dozens of on-lookers while he licks her into orgasmic bliss. Denise clearly loves the attention she gets from a male audience and flexes her mighty muscular arms in total dominance, sexily moaning in arousal.
- Use your fingers, Matt.
The moment he pushes two fingers into her dripping vagina, he feels her pussy muscles contracting, signalling the beginning of her orgasm. She moans in ecstasy, her hands pushing his face hard into her crotch. The audience is shocked by her blatantly animalistic reaction, by the raw and beastly way she enjoys her sex. Some minutes later she releases Matt's head, his face red-blueish from the lack of oxygen, covered with her pussy juices. He smiles faintly.
- Nice work, Matt. You really know how to treat my pussy... See how a man serves his wife? By licking as if his life depends on it. I love to be served daily. Now, take the suitcase and go to the hotel.
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When Matt's taxi leaves, Denise returns to the corridor where some of the men are still standing who saw her fuck her boyfriend. She goes to one of them and sexily whispers:
- Wanna fuck? Wanna touch this dreambod? I can tell you wanna suck these rock-hard nips. I wanna suck something hard too. Hehe...
With her right hand the busty bitch buries his face into her bosom, her left arm lifts him off the ground. The man feels the huge muscles of her arm digging into his side and back as she carries him towards the bathrooms. In an explosion of power, she gracefully kicks the door open to the male bathrooms and throws him against the door of one of the toilets, which breaks under the heavy assault.
- Ouch... I hope you break less easily. I have half an hour to kill. I'm gonna fuck you.
- Oh God, yes... You're so beautiful! You're everything I look for in a woman: beauty, boobs, muscles, dominance...
The chiseled definition in her muscles is driving him crazy with lust. He is so impressed with the combination of her ultra-feminine hourglass figure and the muscles upon muscles upon muscles that he nearly faints in arousal...
- I know. Get up and strip naked. Put on this plastic bag and zip it up.
She throws him a plastic bag that will suit him like a catsuit. Only his head will be left uncovered. He looks at her questioningly.
- What's the problem? Want me to fuck you or what? Men in plastic turn me on, OK? Fucking sub! You just do as you're told and I may grant you an orgasm.
Her aggressive behavior and dominant tone turn him on immensely. His cock is rock-hard--its size somewhat disappointing but still a full 6-inches. He hurries himself to get into the plastic suit.
- Please, Goddess. I'm all yours.
- Of course you are. Tell me. What do you like? Would you like to cum all over my pumped-up biceps? Want me to jack you off in the crook of my arm? What's your ultimate fantasy?
Denise's lover is so aroused by her sexually forward talk that he cums in a huge orgasm, wetting the inside of the plastic.
- What's happening, asshole? What do you think you're doing? Stupid fuck!
Denise grabs his shoulders and knees him in the balls. Hard. Devastatingly hard. And then again. And again. She muffles the impending scream by pushing his face into her boobs again. His crotch area is totally destroyed and he starts bleeding profusely inside the plastic.
- I have half an hour and I want to hear you scream and beg for mercy. I wanna hear the sound of your bones crushing. I love the music of breaking bones. It gets me off. And the bag keeps me clean... Hahaha!
The sounds and screams coming from the men's bathroom the next half hour are horrendous. Terrifying. Nobody dares to enter--there are few people left have other business to attend. When Denise finally leaves the bathroom, she carries a large plastic bag the size of a shopping bag. Seems like his body has been completely mangled and crushed...
- Fuck, I needed that badly.
She throws the bag in a dustbin in the corridor and struts towards the conference rooms. On her way she picks up a steel baseball bat someone left there.
- Time for my unattended business. I hope they put up a fight. It is so much more fun!
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When the cleaning woman opens the door to the conference room of the MMA-headquarters early the next morning, she screams in horror: 25 corpses are lying on the ground right in front of the door and a few on the large conference table, all wearing the jacket of their official black costume, their black trousers are thrown into a heap in the corner of the room. There is blood everywhere: their skulls and crotches have been crushed--the extreme brutality of the slaughter is evident from the way the skull and pelvis have been smashed: they were beheaded and castrated by having been hit repeatedly with a heavy blunt object. Indeed, a steel baseball bat is lying there on the ground, full of blood and brain matter. To make things worse, she accidently notices the marks on the inside of the heavy, soundproof door, as if they have tried to open it by all means, but failed to do so. The killer must have taken them on one by one, the others trying in vain to avoid the horrific fate of their colleagues. Their last moments must have been petrifying, knowing you'll be slaughtered with a baseball bat and nothing you can do about it. Why would someone kill you and then destroy your crotch? Unless the killer crushed their balls first of course...
One of the men is mutilated beyond all recognition, as if he was granted the honor of a special treatment. And what a gruesome treatment it must have been! He seems to have been ripped open from below, as if a huge object has entered his ass and tore him apart by opening up his abdomen! It is like his legs start from just under his ribcage, his pelvis is completely deformed and broken, his adomen has been completely disembowled. His arms are gone and his head has been brutally tortured. He looks like a monster: he misses his lower jaw as well as his eyeballs. All his teeth are gone and his skull has been flattened as if pressed between two plates! They would later identify him as Bill, chief cage official.
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Glad to see you back hero141, although I would prefer less torture and more of Denise using her athleticism, strength, and speed to do killings and sexing. And of course more back handsprings. ;)
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Yes...perhaps more detail about Denise slaughtering the men in the room. How there are 25 of them and 1 of her, how the men at first think there's enough of them to take her, then after she defeats a bunch of them easily the fear of the others as they desperately try to break down the door to escape, maybe men trying hopelessly to run around the room but she catches them just by doing back handsprings...a lone woman's total dominance over a whole group of men.
But great to see you back hero141!
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Thanks for the suggestions! I'll work on that: Denise is probably the sexiest gymnast on earth (certainly the one with the biggest tits...) :D
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Yep, nothing hotter than a muscle woman with a slender waist and big tits...
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Well folks, she's back! And how... ;D
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- You're not entering the cage like that?
- Why not?
Matt is looking in complete awe at his girlfriend who is doing ultra-slow pull-ups on a steel bar in the dressing room. He is counting 153. 153! Just as a warm-up excercise. Her huge pumped-up arms are ablaze with power! Her beautifully differentiated biceps are covered with veins--they are just as pronounced as the veins on her equally impressive forearms. The insane development of her huge biceps is manifested in the bulging twin peaks nearly bursting out of her sweaty and deeply-tanned skin. These arms ooze power! Her shiny black boots with 9-inch razor sharp high-heels are stretched around her muscular calves. Matt's gaze is not focused on the boots though--however much he loves the dominant aura of long black shiny leather boots. His eyes are drowning in the muscular splendor of her upper body which is covered in an outrageously sexy swimsuit--a low-cut halter bikini--made of shiny see-through black lycra. The amount of cleavage is simply obscene! Her big shiny boobs are hardly covered, her hard nips push indecently through the over-stretched garment. Denise's ballooning tits always feature as centerpiece in her provocative dress-code. No wonder: these melon-sized beauties--a gorgeous gravity-defying double-D--drive men wild with lust, a rock-hard erection being the least awkward result of their overwhelmingly sexy presence. A more common result is men simply creaming their pants--hard and uncontrolled--much to the amusement of the voluptuous wonder woman. A matching tiny thong hardly covers her seething slit, the tiny strings sitting high on her sexy hips and disappearing again between the shiny crack of her bubble-butt glutes.
- Don't you like what you see, Matt? Don't you like to watch your big busty girlfriend training her ultra-sexy hotbody?
Matt is indeed enchanted by her voluptuous body. Who wouldn't? Just like most men he is close to wetting his pants. The huge bulge in his trousers has obviously not gone unnoticed by his sultry muscle beast.
- Come on, baby. Get that beautiful cock out! I'll suck you dry.
Denise elegantly releases her horizontal bar, backflips into Matt's direction and grabs his throbbing member. However, even before she is able to bring his huge rod to her mouth and swallow its nine inches entirely, he involuntarily cums in her hand. A cosmic orgasm! He covers her bulging biceps with a huge, sticky load of cum which drips off her mighty arms and through her long-nailed fingers. Matt is petrified. You can see by the look on his face that this has happened before and that it did not turn out well for him.
- Fuck, Matt! What's the matter with you? I thought you were over this kind of shit!
- ... ... Oh ... Denise, ... I'm so ... sorry! Please... ... Oh please baby... Don't punish me... I beg you... Don't hurt me. ... You're just too sexy for me... It's your arms: they're so sexy... So powerful.
Denise disdainfully smears his semen all over his face, her huge, pumped-up arms ripple with power. These are the arms that would put any male pro-bodybuilder to shame in terms of size and definition. And here they are gracing the ultra-developed physique of a female beauty with supermodel looks and pornstar curves. These arms probably snuffed the life out of thousands of men. Crazy arms. And now Matt faces the wrath of their owner. He is obviously trembling in fear--he looks absolutely terrified. Mortified. She explains in her high melodious voice.
- I own you, Matt. You're my property. I decide what you do and when you do it. I expect total submission. Any irregularity--however small--is punished severely. Remember last time, baby?
Last time something similar happened was during a 3-hour long ride to a shooting stand in the woods. She got bored the moment they drove out of the city and she ripped open his pants and started playing with his cock, as she so often did. Her cunning talented fingers easily got him aroused and when she bent over to give him a blowjob, Matt came unexpectedly hard and blew his semen all over the place--no wonder: she was wearing her shiny black pvc catsuit that was clinging to her magnificent curves like a second skin and her long black platform boots with 12-inch high-heels. She looked like the stereotypical image of female superiority! Muscles bulging with every movement of her sumptuously oiled hotbod, thick striated slabs of ultra-pumped muscle mass could be seen moving under the shiny catsuit. Matt's cock had been dripping with pre-cum the whole morning, but she had not allowed him an orgasm. His sex-crazed ultra-dominant bitch was not amused, and you could see in her grin how she would enjoy punishing him: she lubed up his ass and made him sit on the gearstick, pushing it all the way up his ass! At first he had tried to resist, but she gently asked him if he would rather have his balls for lunch. The tone in her voice was so commanding, so serious, that he was sure she meant it. And knowing what he knows now, she probably meant every word of it... God, she was so charged, so aggressive, so dominating.
So, she made him drive the whole way and back with the stick up his ass. It was really awkward driving. She casually played with his cock, keeping it erect the whole time. The stick in his ass hurt like hell, he could not walk properly for days. Denise just mocked him and milked him fifteen times during the drive. Fifteen times! His balls hurt like hell too. The inside of the car was full of sperm. It was dripping everywhere... She told him that this would teach him a lesson. And that trucks have gearsticks too--and that it probably would show, pushing against his abdomen. That it would be a funny sight.
- I see you do remember. Good. Lucky for you there is no truck around. Do you remember the guy at the range?
The guy at the shooting range, a Gulfwar vet in a wheelchair with both his legs missing, seemed to know her. Matt remembers him calling Denise 'a natural', as every shot Denise fired at the shooting range, perfectly hit the mark. Simply unbelievable. More like 'unnatural'.
- Yes, I do remember him. He tried his utmost best to please us. ... And ... ... he was constantly staring at you, baby. You were absolutely ravishing--just like you always are, baby. Love you so much!
She suddenly slaps his face. Hard. Although she just uses the back of her hand, it still feels like his jaw and teeth are hit loose.
- Shut up, Matt! Don't try to sweet-talk me. Well, when I was doing my gymnastics and martial arts classes at the Pentagon a couple of years ago, he would come and watch. He was a lieutenant of some elite unit. He assumed I did not know, but he creamed his pants three or four times during the class--he put a plastic thing in his trousers so no-one would notice. Beautiful muscular girls doing gymnastics must have turned him on immensely. So, one time, I tumbled up to him while I was still sweating from a gruelling work-out on the horizontal bars and the rings. I really fancy rings, because they really make my muscles stand out so beautifully. He was too intimidated to say anything. He just stood there with gaping mouth, drooling over my muscular curves--my tiny string bikini didn't cover anything of my tits and my thong just highlighted my elegant wasp waist and firm Brazilan muscle-butt. I was as good as naked, my skin was shiny with sweat and oil. I got the idea to challenge him for a speed contest to see who was quicker: I'd tumble and he'd dash. Oh boy, I could see he was excited--I could smell the sperm through his army uniform... Ha, you should have seen him run, but my years of heavy training paid off. After a round-off and an impressive series of back-handsprings and whips I caught up with him and with a double somersault I landed on his shoulders. The sheer speed and power of the tumbling series combined with my bodyweight made him crash on the floor. The fact that I had outperformed him and the contact with my hard body got him so aroused that he started to hyperventilate. I was horny as well, so I took him to the showers for a quick fuck. I wanted to give him a blowjob but he shot his cum before I could even touch his cock. Even worse than you. I forced him to eat me out, but he was fucking worthless at cunnilingus, jeez! So, I ripped off everything below his waist. Brutal fun!
- ... Oh God... ... God... ... ... Please, Denise... Oh please, baby... ... I submit. Of course you own me, but don't punish me... ... Or... not too... ... severely...
Denise enjoys his cute attempts to soften her, but she simply continues--intimidating him even more. Matt's face distorts in a painful grin and turns white in utter terror.
- Yeah, I took my time with him. I skinned his cock and balls first before I crushed them in the crook of my arm by flexing my humongous biceps. Blood and sperm dripped in little rivulets down these pumped-up peaks. He didn't know how to respond to the gruesome pain overwhelming his nervous system. He went haywire. He totally collapsed and when I ripped off his crushed manhood, the pitch of his squealing went up. By the time I got to his legs, he was in complete shock, wailing incoherently and babbling about his love for muscular women and his total devotion and adoration for me. When I was busy skinning his cock, he told me he worshipped the ground I stepped on; that he wanted to serve me, be my dog. I mockingly told him I loved him too, but that my dogs licked better! When I took his lower legs and folded his knee joints the wrong direction--one after the other--he was lost. In a total show of female superiority I took his thighbone and tore each leg out of the hip joint. It takes some power and skill to do that manually, but once you got it, you're rewarded with a fantastic wet, cracking sound of bones, tendons and leg muscles being ripped apart. Oh fuck, can you imagine how nasty it became: I started riding his face until orgasm after orgasm hit me hard. I squirted so much he nearly drowned in my juices. When I got out of my orgasmic high, I saw that he was desperately gasping for air. His face was blue and bleeding heavily--his nose and mouth destroyed into nothing more than bloody holes. Nothing a good surgeon couldn't fix, except for the crotch and the legs: a wheelchair eunuch. What a prospect! I had to restrain myself from doing further damage--after all: he was one of our guys. Then again, I had more than hundred prisoners waiting for me in the interrogation rooms to practice on and they wouldn't see the next day!
That again. It has been six weeks since her last fight now and her talk and demeanor have changed in their relationship. She has become more aggressive, more dominant. Whenever she is around, she is looking to hurt him or to humiliate him: slapping him in the face, kneeing him in the groin, suffocating him, or filling up his ass. She is also more talkative about her work, which is horrific enough in itself. She tortures and slaughters hundreds of men on a daily basis. And then the sex. God, the sex! She is simply insatiable and so freaking kinky! Her muscular superbod is like an amusement park and the rides are totally insane. For Matt, this is all becoming too much--he has a hard time putting up with this, but he is absolutely terrified to tell her.
- ... Oh God, no... Please, baby! ... ... No... Don't hurt me, please...! ...
- I'm not gonna hurt you, Matt. You know that. You're my bitchboy, my sextoy, my slave. I just play with you. That's all. Get on your knees.
He complies immediately, his naked ass exposed to the smiling lubed-up female bodybuilder.
- ... Oh baby, don't fill up my ass again. ... I beg you...
- The banana? The champagne bottle? Yeah, I know, it was a magnum... That was kinda rough.
Suddenly she brutally kicks him in the balls from behind. It is a powerful kick, but she has total control and like so many of her actions it is aimed at maximum pain and minimal damage. Matt starts wailing like a pig, a high-pitched unnatural cry, an agonizing scream for help. It is like his balls are being kicked through his throat. He instinctively resorts into a foetal position.
- One more mishap and I'll break you in. Enjoying the fruits of my body comes at a price, Matt. Obey my orders and I'll make you enjoy the ride. Disobey my commands and I'll make your life a hell. Don't worry for now: you'll pee some blood for the next couple of hours, and having sex will be painful, but at least you won't cum too early. Now, jack off for me.
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Suddenly her cell phone rings. Matt pleadingly looks up into the beautiful cruel eyes of his mistress hoping she will tell him to stop--the masturbating really hurts--but a little movement of her hand indicates she expects him to continue.
- Denise.
The ultra-sexy killing machine does not look amused when she hears the news on the phone.
- ... What? You don't have the intel? ... Fuck, David, I told you it was important. ... I hope for you the informant is still alive ... He is? ... Good, I'll send someone to help you.
- Go take a pee, Matt. I need to make a call.
Matt is so happy to get out of her sight. His balls hurt terribly. He wants to run, but there is nowhere he can run to. Denise would track him down. And who knows what would happen then? It is freaking him out. Denise takes her mobile.
- Yeah, B. It's me. Need you in Room 12. Something went wrong and we really need the information. ... ... Fuck, B. What's that annoying squealing noice in the background? ... What? Your lover? You're not showing him footage of your previous tortures again, are you? While fisting his ass? ... ... Hahahaha! You're sick, you know that? You'll never find a decent man...
Through Denise's mobile you can hear the melodious voice of a woman roaring with laughter and the agonizing screams of a man who is obviously suffering pain. Just when you think he is about to recover, his wailing intensifies.
- Fuck, B. Sounds like you're really having fun! ... ... I've got some business. Yeah, it's David in Room 12. He failed again, yes. ... ... I don't care: do whatever you like. Just make sure we get the intel. ... David? ... Don't do him: he's such a cute guy... And he's so good at eating pussy. ... ... What? ... Jeez, B.: you're crazy! The boy will suffer like hell. You're fucking evil! ... As if I care? Sure I care: who'll eat my pussy when I'm working? But hey, I won' t spoil your fun--I'll find another fucking dog. Send in the cleaners after you've finished, will ya? Thanks, babe!
Denise grins in sadistic anticipation when she calls David again.
- David? ... Don't worry, Bethany's on her way. ... ... Yeah, thé Bethany. Why? ... ... You saw her interrogate some prisoners? Let me guess: they told her what she wanted to know and then she slaughtered them like beasts, right? ... How do I know? That's what she usually does. She's an ultra-sadistic sociopathic assassin. When insiders know they're on her deathlist, most commit suicide and they are the smart ones: you don't want a Pentagon-trained elite-assassin with the physique of a bodybuilding pro and the assets of a porn queen slowly transform you into a bleeding sack of broken bones? And she has the habit of filming her victims and show their horrifyingly painful last moments to the next victim. ... ... Gruesomely sadistic footage. ... ... What? She showed you some of it yesterday? ... Perhaps you do need to get worried: this means she may have plans with you too. Hahaha!
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When Matt comes back in, Denise is sitting on the massage table with her legs wide open. Even before she gives the command, Matt knows what he is supposed to do.
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Great! I love the latest update to the story. :bravo:
I like the part with Denise at the shooting range. When I go shooting I always have notice that men look at me and then look quickly away when I look back at them. I am guess it is quite common a fetish among men.
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Love it! Great update hero141! :clap: I love where Denise does her back handsprings faster than a man can run. And it's great to see Bethany make an appearance. Denise & Bethany together are pure sexual beauty and power.
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Katarina, can you shoot better than most men?
Yes, I can out-shoot most guys pretty easily. I have in fact been a better shot than most of the men I have dated. Sometimes they do get mad at that but I just smile.
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That's really cool, Katarina. I'm sure you're a lot better than me.
Hero141, I'm eagerly looking forward to the next installment of the story. It's really a unique story. I don't know any other story that has touched me this way. Karma+
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I agree. I would love to hear the next part of my role model woman Miss Denise.
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I was practicing my rifle shooting today and I thought of this story and Denise.
Karma + to you hero141.
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Wow, sounds like fun, WittyKatarina! Hope you didn't create too much havoc at te stand--Denise being your role model and all... :) Did you dress up to show off? ;D
I did not really dress up, I wore jeans and a T-shirt. But some of the men looked at me still. I compared my paper targets with those of some of the guys and I was able to beat most of them. :)
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Thanks for the patience. Hope you like the next part... ;)
When Matt comes back in, Denise is sitting on the massage table with her legs wide open. Even before she gives the command, Matt knows what he is supposed to do. He smells the enthralling scent of her wet slit.
- Eat me! ... And I may forget about your misstep today. Fail again and I'll rip your guts out.
He notices how invitingly wet she is, how her delicious pussy is craving to be worshipped. Matt moves the tips of his fingers along the insides of her vascular thighs--slippery from the oil which they have been rubbed in with--to her swollen labia and erect clit. She moans in ecstacy when he moves his tongue softly along the inside of her pussy lips delicately wetting her clit with the tip of his tongue. She purs in ecstasy.
- Oh Matt, baby... ... You're so good at this.
He feels she is close and inserts a couple of fingers in her sizzling slit while he increases his tongue action just below her engorged clitoris. How he loves her huge clit! It is a monster! Like the head of a small penis. And so sensitive--pulsating with erotic power. Matt is quickly rewarded with her hand brutally grabbing his hair and pulling him closer--as if she wants to feed her pussy with his skull. Her majestic quads envelop his head, exerting a lethally grinding pressure on his head--this is the moment when poor performers are crushed to a bloody pulp and she decides to let broken bones drive her to orgasm instead of unsatisfactory tongue action. Having these endlessly long and shapely legs embracing your head, threatening to crush your skull is scary. Knowing that these pumped-up, ultra-vascular beauties have crushed thousands of skulls in an intimate embrace is simply horrifying. Matt licks for all he is worth.
- Yeah, Matt. Lick harder. Suck my clit. Do it!
He has learned to obey her commands immediately--the time is over when he thought he could take intiative even against her own explicit wishes. The one time he did, she took off her ultra-sexy leather boots with the impossible high-heels and inserted one of the 12-inch razor-sharp stiletto heels into his cock. Although Denise had already broadened his horizons considerably when it came to kinky sex, this kind of insertion was completely new and the awkward sensation simply blew his mind. His cock felt like it was going to explode. The pain was excruciating! And then she started to jerk him off. Hard and rough. He desperately tried to peel her hand away, but Denise completely ignored his efforts. His hand only encountered the arousing hardness of her sleek arm muscles exploding with muscular development, arms that made his seem utterly inferior--she laughed at his puny efforts: he might as well have tried to move a mountain. She made him explode repeatedly, but his blood-filled cum did not erupt from his bleeding member: the stiletto heel prevented him from shooting his huge load. She chuckled evilly and kept jerking him off long after he was spent. But his ordeal was not over yet: she ordered him to bend over and she fisted his ass for more than an hour, massaging his prostate while continuing to stroke his filled-up cock. Her long black leather glove in his ass was dripping with blood and shit and when she pulled the heel out of his shaft, everything went dark--an enormous amount of blood and semen shot out of his heavily bruised member. He could not piss for days, let alone fuck. Lucky for him, she happened to have a whole collection of monstrously big dildos he could use to satisfy her appetite. And he had his tongue of course: forced to spend hours licking her slit... Obedience is a virtue.
He feels her enormously muscular thighs tightening around his head as she sighs in erotic high. Her vaginal muscles are sucking his fingers in, grinding them. She starts moaning loudly until orgasm finally hits her. It hits her hard, waves of pleasure surging through her enormous body. Denise has learned to control the usual urge to slaughter after orgasm--certainly with her boyfriend... At the Pentagon she can satisfy her sadistic needs and fantasies on the males she experiments with. The queen bodybuilder releases him from her pythonesque embrace. Matt feels a giant relief.
- Fuck, that was good, baby.
Denise elegantly jumps off the table, her mighty hotbod bulging more intimidatingly than ever. Matt simply cannot but think how utterly sexy his ultra-muscular girlfriend is: her huge, bolt-on tits that stretch her black halter bikini to the max, are surrounded by an unreal, pumped-up muscle mass.
- How's your balls by the way? Consider yourself lucky, Matt. I normally kick men to death like this. I'll treat you nice after the fight--a blowjob or something, OK? Or what do you want?
The question itself sends Matt's arousal skyhigh and produces a bulge in his pants.
- ... Well, ... A prostate blowjob would be great, baby.
- ... Consider yourself the lucky recipient of the most arousing prostate blowjob ever to be given to a man: I'll take my time. I'll make you so horny, you'll not even remember your own name when you finally blow your load all over my tits. As you know, I can make you cum by merely fingering your ass--my talented fingers know how to push every 'on'-switch on the male body... But now I'll use my lips and tongue on your cock too. Hehe. I'll suck you into oblivion. Hope you're up to this...
Matt notices how charged she is, how she craves for ultra-violence. The killing machine is taking over from the sex machine.
- But first, I'm off to the cage, Matt. Enjoy the fight. It's gonna be so fucking gory. Make sure you jack off a couple of times during the fight or you won't last a minute when I suck you into heaven.
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She opens the door of her dressing room--well, actually she tears the heavy steel door out of its hinges like it weighs nothing. Just to show-off her intoxicating power. Denise simply crushes the door, pulling it apart. Oh God, the power to be able to do that! The man behind the door, an official who friendly asks her to join him to the cage, is taken in an intimate embrace--she pushes him face first into her ample bosom, cutting off his air, choking him, making him feel the delicious softness of her huge orgasmic breasts.
- If you're hard, you're done.
Her experienced hand quickly fumbles its way into his pants only to find a raging boner, precum wetting the palm of her hand. She giggles with sadistic glee.
- Oops, we're going to wet our pants.
Quick as lightning but totally in control her long and sharp nails slice open his sack and destroy his shaft by puncturing it to bloody shreds. Denise visibly enjoys how he is screaming his lungs out, but his cries are muffled in the sexy flesh of her tits.
- Nothing beats castrating a man alive. Well, except for castrating ten maybe...
Regressed into his own world of suffering, the poor man does not hear a word of what she says. When she starts kneeing the suffocating man into the groin--ten, twenty, thirty times her knee with the signature bulging teardrop quads disappears in his crotch, totally crushing and destroying his lower body--even this world of pain explodes. It is horrific ultra-pain he experiences, pain almost beyond what is humanly possible to experience without going totally nuts. When she releases him, he drops to the ground frantically gasping for air only to be able scream in total agony, his eyes wide open, pleadingly staring at his busty tormentor. The gorgeous Latina merely raises her fantastically muscular leg and smilingly drives her sharp and long stiletto heel into his eye, drawing some more blood, sealing his fate.
- Like what you see, worm? Love my long, sleek legs? These pillars of power, these huge hyper-trophied slabs of vascular hyper-muscular splendor? Can't remember how many inferior cocks have spilt their jizz on these meaty thighs or bulging quads. I just adore the feel and sound of my heel inside your skull. Do you?
With an uncannily accurate kick she drives her long stiletto heel into the other eye and pushes her heel to the back of his scalp so that his face is totally destroyed and lots of blood and brain matter oozes out of the gaping hole in his face. The sreaming stops and his body goes spasmic. The sheer ultra-violent nature of the killing makes the other officials want to run in panic, but the ultra-muscular porn-chick is much too quick. She grabs two other officials by their throats and lifts them off the ground. The two handsome young men see how she conjures a gorgeous smile on her face as she invitingly wets her lips.
- Any last words?
The men are scared to death and fail to open their mouths to say anything intelligible. Their mouths merely open in awe for the busty bodybuilding beast in front of them.
- No? Stupid worms.
In a blast of superior female power she brutally smashes them face first against the cold conrete wall, completely crushing their skulls. Blood splashes all over the wall and over her gorgeously bulging arms. The rest of their bodies drops unceremoniously to the ground dramatically sliding along the wall.
- God, that felt so good... Should do it more often. But then again: I'm running out of male meat at the Pentagon. The colonel asked me to limit my body count to 200 prisoners a day, but I don't care. Sometimes I'm over a fucking thousand! I'll fuck some reason into him.
She elegantly tumbles towards the next official in the corridor. Her ultra-skilled fingers dig deep into the flesh of his neck. She easily lifts him off the ground, her arm muscles exploding with unabashed power. The gorgeous wonder woman is so utterly superior: Denise could push her fingers in, snapping his neck. Or rip out his windpipe. Now she merely enjoys in his panic.
- How do you wanna die, baby?
He looks into her cold, uncaring eyes as she smiles a smile that would melt icecaps. Denise is so gorgeous, but this otherworldly angelic beauty hides a psychopathic evil personality--he is absolutely terrified. The view from his perspective is stunning! He looks down on an oversized arm that is so yoked with muscle, that is so utterly physically superior to anything he has ever seen. He can see the veins snaking over her outrageous biceps which even unflexed looks like it can rip him apart. It bursts with power! He cannot take his eyes from her glorious boobs, which despite their obvious size, defy gravity and are even more arousing in reality than on the millions of pics scattered all over the internet in which she shows off her magnificent double-D. Her huge breasts nearly burst out of her low-cut, see-through halter bikini top, which obviously shows lots of alluringly shiny flesh. She rips off his trousers and inspects his cock. It stands rock-hard.
- How's that for a question? ... Most men fail to answer.
Denise's runs her fingers beneath his sack and draws teasing, bruising lines on his perineum with frighteningly assertive, skilled fingertips.
- If you want to, I could give you the finger, push it into your flesh and tear your balls right off.
She whispers with a lecherous grin. She giggles evilly as he gasps in terror. She releases his throat from her iron grip and puts him down. He shrivels in utter fear.
- You must have noticed the big muscles? I'm a pro-bodybuilder. I'm a pro-gymnast. I hold black belts in every kind of martial arts discipline. Could I do that, tear off your balls and penis?
She sensually licks her thick lips, while moving her kong-nailed finger over his lips, dry from utter terror.
- Won a bodybuilding competition yesterday--among male pro bodybuilders that is. Visited the judges before the show and gave them a special treat: a blowjob or a handjob being much appreciated. Some made the mistake of wanting to disqualify me. I showed them my muscles up close... Needless to say they did not survive the encounter. Wanna know how it put these to use?
The question is asked mockingly as she flexes a mountain of a bicep in front of his nose, all the while using the virtuoso-fingers of her other hand to work their magic on his swollen, throbbing cock. Denise is so tremendously skilled that it takes only two disdainful fingers to soon have him on the verge of a cosmic orgasm.
- So I posed for them. Unluckily for them, I had my arm up their ass when I flexed. Hehe. This one judge, a young nice guy, he had a raging boner when I came into his room. You should have heard him scream when I shoved my hand into his ass. I must admit I had no intention of giving him a good time. When I pushed my arm in--you could see my fingers obscenely pushing against his abdomen from the inside--, he totally lost it: he screamed like a baby but despite the pain, he came all over my biceps. I don't like it when men cum without my permission, so I pulled out my arm and forced him to lick his cum. He obeyed immediately--my tone was very aggressive and dominating. It scared the shit out of him. I asked him if he liked my fingers--most men adore the nails!--and I punctured his flesh just below his testicles with my index finger. He sceamed like a pig.
Denise is on the verge of wringing every drop of bloody jism from him, cruelly stroking his shaft with such vicious force that he screams more in agony than in pleasure.
- Then I started ripping him open from below, tearing off his balls until I reached the base of his shaft. I forced my other fingers into his flesh--my long nails come in handy at times--and before he knew it, I tore off his cock. I asked him if he still liked my fingers. When he didn't answer--he was screaming all the time--I savagely pushed my hand into his ass again. This time I pushed in my upper arm too. Then I flexed: he exploded. His pelvis was torn apart by the excess of female muscle, his intestines oozed on the floor dripping from my muscular arm. There was blood everywhere. I pushed my hand further through the wet hotness of his torso until my fingers showed through his gaping mouth. I flexed again, totally destroying his ribcage. It was only then that I noticed he had stopped screaming. With my other hand I grabbed his skull and crushed it in the palm of my hand, enjoying his brain flowing down the length of my other arm. He should have used them when he still had them...
- Oh my God! For the love of God, have mercy.
- Shut up, stupid fuck! Fuckin' excuse for a man. What will it be?
You can see the gorgeous bodybuilder is bored with him. The initial playfulness has disappeared and there is sheer bloodlust in her beautiful eyes, the ultra-sadism obvious even in the casual flexing of her monstrously big arms. With devastating precision and in an atomic explosion of female power she hits his stomach, her hand simply going through his body and reappearing at the back!
- It's great to get to know you more intimately.
She brutally throws him on the ground--he is in total agony, blood and guts oozing from the horrific hole in his abdomen. He did not see her kick coming: with visible pleasure she moves her booted foot into his groin and destroys everything on its way. Everything. E-very-thing.
- It takes on average five hours before you'll die of bloodloss. Enjoy your last moments... You should have chosen better: you could have asked me to fuck you to death. At least you would have enjoyed that--or maybe you wouldn't... I don't have the habit of treating my lovers kindly...
The remaining five officials in the corridor stare in awe at the laughing female before them.
- Get them out!
The men stare in panic at the gorgeous bodybuilder. They would do anything to please her, but get 'what' out? One of the officials suddenly gets his cock out--it is fully erect.
- Follow the example of this smartass, guys. He knows what women want.
The others follow his example: all raging boners! Quick as lightning she tumbles towards the first man. It is simply astonishing how such a muscular and curvaceous body proves to be ultra-agile and so powerfully feminine when it moves around. The flexing and bulging of the well-oiled curves and muscles is simply poetry in motion. Her gymnastic skills eaily surpass any Olympic champion and help her to excel in any martial art. The combination of her gymnastics skills, her speed and her pure muscle power make her lethal in any hand-to-hand combat sitation. At the Pentagon she even destroys whole platoons of armed men just using her body. They are simply slaughtered, never standing a chance.
- A pity I don't have much time.
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Yes! :bravo: I love it. I think reading about Denise has inspired me to be more domme with men I date. I have always been athletic but always very you know, "straight" if that is the right word, like very mainstream.
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Yes! She's back! I love Denise! I really like how you could make the reader feel what it's like to be trapped in that room with Denise, the fear the men must feel, how overpowering she is physically and mentally. Also how freakishly fast she is despite her huge size. And I love the kills she makes with kicks from her high heels. Her femininity is a big part of what makes Denise so alluring. She never lets any man forget that she's a woman.
I love the gymnastics too, but one little request I would make is for more detailed descriptions of the tumbling she does. Like, "she does an aerial cartwheel followed by a series of whipbacks, tumbling without using her hands", or "she does a series of standing back handsprings." It would provide an even more graphic visual of the sheer level of talent of her gymnastics skills.
Also, I like the way you say Denise can defeat whole platoons of armed men with just her body. Maybe some details about that and how the men find that their guns are useless against her because she's too fast, or the hardness of her muscles protects her from bullets, or both?
But great to see you back hero141! Karma+
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I agree with the above. I like gun action too, but I would also like to hear how Denise can defeat an entire platoon of armed men with just her body.
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Great suggestions! Enjoy...
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Sometimes she does take her time, as with the squad of elite soldiers she was training with only a couple of days ago. They were practicing guerilla battle situations in a derelict village on a secret military domain in New Mexico--the soldiers were wearing their full battle gear, Denise was only wearing her shiny black swimsuit showing an indecent amount of cleavage, her huge gravity-defying tits for all to enjoy! The swimsuit was highly cut above the hips giving her adversaries a magnificent side-boob view; her orgasmic bubble-butt was fully exposed to the Mexican sun as a tiny g-string playfully disappeared between her ballooning glutes. Black boots with 9-inch spiked high-heels made her a walking miracle of sex and muscle. Oil and a slight layer of perspiration made her smooth and deeply-tanned skin shine sexily in the sun.
The five guys had been looking for her for hours, carefully exploring every part of the derelict village, hoping she would not catch them first. The sultry bodybuilding babe however, had been lifting heavy weights in a secret dungeon under one of the houses. A gruelling work-out. When they finally saw her crossing the street, strutting towards their hiding place, she was so intimidatingly beautiful, so freakishly jacked--her ultra-muscular physique was totally pumped-up, veins dangerously snaking over her flawless skin, a physique loaded with brutal power--that their reaction held the middle between sheer terror and extreme sexual arousal. One of the guys came like a hose in his uniform. How do you react to such female perfection? How do you react to the sexiest woman on earth who is genetically engineered to kill?
They obviously knew about her rep. Both her extraordinary sexual prowess in bed as well as her insane ultra-sadism in the interrogation room were common subjects in talk among the male soldiers. Secretly, everybody wanted to get a taste of her talents in the sack, but were terrified ending up with the Goddess of Torture... Few ordinary soldiers ended up in bed with her and survived the encounter--this was a privilege she usually granted only to those high-up in the military hierarchy. Sometimes between classes or between martial arts practice, she would suck or fuck a fellow student whenever she felt like it. She always left a permanent mark, sometimes merely breaking a finger or an arm, but sometimes it would get nasty and she simply broke him in. And her fellow students knew what she did to her 'lovers', because they had to clean up the shit afterwards. But this was something different: when they saw her enter their hide-out they felt like crying and cowering in fear. When they saw her moving her extraordinarily big muscle bulk with the ample curves into a fantastic series of aerial cartwheels and tumbling passes, they knew they were doomed. The skill, the elegance, the agility, the speed of this pornstar-bodybuilder left them staring in awe, impressed with the sheer poetry of her outrageous physique. Two others wet their pants, aroused as they were by this cartoonishly proportioned muscle babe.
The mission to catch her alive did not seem like an easy task after all. She got into an aerial cartwheel followed by a series of whipbacks, tumbling without using her hands and even before they could aim their guns she finished the first soldier with a flying roundhouse kick, shattering his skull with her booted foot--despite his special helmet. The sheer power of the kick sent him crashing hard against the wall, breaking his ribcage and most of his bones. His body made unnatural convulsing movements while his skull oozed brain matter and blood, adding spice to the horror of the slaughter. The second and third met a similar fate: one was kicked in the groin with the tip of her boot, the other was kicked in the face with her heel when she bent over and lashed out her booted foot from behind hitting him high, breaking in his skull. It takes incredible skill and agility to be able to perform this so-called scorpion kick, but Denise is such a pro and the combination of her speed, force and spiked stiletto heel simply made his head explode on impact in a cloud of blood, bones and brains!
The two remaining soldiers were totally shocked by the sheer brutality of the killings, which looked more like executions, like the showing-off of her uncanny talent in snuffing-out males rather than like ordinary killings. Their cocks however were rock-hard, clear signals of the arousing impact of the ultra-sexy bodybuilder in front of them. Obviously noticing the bulge in their trousers, the gorgeous she-beast grinned and when they tried to grab their guns, they were much too slow for the ultra-trained Pentagon-assassin. She elegantly propelled her killer-body into their direction and with a split kick--making an impressive 180° angle in the air--and drove her 9-inch heels into their faces, expertly destroying their left eyeball by kicking it high into the socket, crushing it. It takes tremendous skill to be able to control a brutal kick like that, performed at lightning speed. Denise did not want to push in the stiletto heels too deep or their skulls would have exploded by the sheer force of the kick. She had further plans with these guys.
Together with the crotchless soldier they were taken into the basement, uncaringly pulled by a leg or an arm and unceremoniously hurled on the ground like you would throw a heap of stones. When one of them started to cry, she rudely kicked his face in, urging him to shut up. A second kick broke his spine, not only crippling him but also causing his nervous system to go haywire, sending waves of intolerable pain through his body. While she explained what kind of tortures she had in store for them, she nailed them to the wall, totally uncaring about any damage she inflicted by brutally grabbing or stretching them. Camera's filmed everything--she slowly tore them apart, literally piece by piece--and the guys controlling the cameras and monitors were too afraid to cause any alarm: Denise had forced them to watch how she tortured their colleague to death because he had tried to warn his superiors in a similar situation. The gruesome footage goes on for hours. It defies imagination. The elite soldiers were taken on a journey into somewhere worse than hell, into a world of excruciating pain and extreme humiliation, their trained bodies no match for the superior power of the ultimate killing machine. Their last hours alive made the tortures in death camps look like family fun! The curvaceous beauty toyed with their hopes of getting out there alive, made them do things by promising them freedom. After a number of vintage Denise interventions--always involving male reproductive organs--they had regressed into such a state she could make them do things by promising to finish the suffering by a quick kill--the footage with the men sucking off each other's cock and biting off each other's testicles is simply too horrific for words. For Denise this is merely her idea of having some fun with the boys.
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Great update hero141! Loved the whipbacks, swimsuit, and lethal kicks with her stilettos. Not really a fan of the guys being made to suck each other off but I guess it just shows how dominant Denise is, that she can make men do anything.
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If you're looking for more suggestions, I'd love to see Denise defeat helicopters and tanks and other heavy military equipment like that. Seeing as how she defeats infantry soldiers so easily, perhaps her "trainers" want to see just how far her abilities can go and give her more of a challenge. Of course they're going to be very surprised at what Denise can do...hehehe...
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If you're looking for more suggestions, I'd love to see Denise defeat helicopters and tanks and other heavy military equipment like that. Seeing as how she defeats infantry soldiers so easily, perhaps her "trainers" want to see just how far her abilities can go and give her more of a challenge. Of course they're going to be very surprised at what Denise can do...hehehe...
Yes that sounds like fun! Would she use guns?
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- What are you waiting for? Jerk off for me, guys. Don't you feel the urge to jack off like a maniac when you this sexy body? I wanna see cum. Lots of it.
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This ultra-sexy big-titted Latina has probably triggered more orgasms than any other pin-up in the world. Her extravagant dress-code is so provocative and her trained muscular body is so erotically charged that simply walking the street causes most men to cum hard and uncontrolled in their pants. Swimming pools, parties and the beach are even worse: her mere presence in the tiniest or skimpiest of all-revealing outfits always causes a major cum-fest. And she loves it! The sultry sex-bomb loves the astonishment and jealousy on the wives' or girlfriends' faces when they see how their men stare in total arousal at her spectacular curves. In her presence even gorgeous women look plain--all male attention goes to the busty muscle Goddess. She is a cock-magnet. A sperm-queen. She loves the futile attempts of her male admirers to hide erections or orgasms from angry girlfriends. And when a little hand is needed, Denise jerks them off in public--sometimes discretely under water in the pool, at other times she sucks men off in front of an astonished audience always leaving her lovers gasping for air from the extreme sexual arousal and cosmic orgasm! Her sexual skill and expertise are unprecedented, men are utterly helpless in her experienced hands. She decides if, when and how you cum. And then there is the internet. She is all over the web: in skimpy and outrageously sexy leather or latex outfits! Or simply naked. Always 'doing' men while showing off the exquisite beauty and sensuality of her out-of-this-world physique.
She features in a dozen of ultra-popular 'regular' porn movies in which she fucks her lovers hard and dominant--technically you would call it 'rape'. The men, experienced porn actors, cannot keep up with her incredible sex-drive and simply do whatever they are forced into doing: licking her pussy or having their huge cocks assaulted as she gets on top and rams them into oblivion. One of these movies has a peculiar ending: she makes her young lover bend over and spread his legs. He knows what is coming, you can see he shakes in mortal fear, but he is too terrified to resist. She had been preparing his asshole the whole session by continually manipulating it, teasing it with her nails, fingering it, massaging his prostate up to fisting him--every time stretching his asshole further, preparing him for the big insertion. When she deems him ready, she penetrates his ass with a monstrously big strap-on dildo and lifts the man off the ground to leave him impaled on her artificial cock, his legs dangling awkwardly, his bodyweight forcing the rod deeper into his ass, his arms looking in vain for some support. One vicious thrust of her hips rams the steel dildo further into his stomach, the tip of the rod becoming visible up front as a bulge in his abdomen!
That is when the screaming starts, as the dildo rips him apart from the inside and blood oozes from his sodomized ass. Denise moans in ecstacy, a low animalistic grunt to show how his agony causes unrestrained sexual pleasure. You can hear the director saying something off-screen. Denise disappears behind the camera, her lover still impaled on her dildo, and you hear an icy crunchy sound followed by a deadly silence. Someone testified afterwards that Denise simply smashed the director's skull with one hand against the wall and asked if there were any more heroes. Of course there were not.
Back in front of the camera, she almost lovingly embraces her lover's torso, her huge biceps digging hard into his chest, while the hand of the other arm expertly massages his balls and starts jerking him off! The cameraman zooms in on her monstrously developed upper and lower arms, the sheer size of the beautifully bulging and flexing muscle mass is simply mindblowing, big veins snaking over her perfectly tanned flesh pumping these weapons of male destruction full of oxygen. Her talented fingers have him hard in no time despite the pain he is in. She nibbles his earlobes, licks them, whispers softly into his ear, encourages him to cum. And when he is almost there, she starts pumping the rod up and down his ass. It does not exactly glide into his ass--the rod is much too big for that--, but the sheer force of her thrusts forces the fallic monster deep into his body. Time and again. His ass is ripped open, his abdomen torn apart. Slowly and painfully.
Tears run down his face, agony writ large on it. In the uncensored version she goes on ramming his ass for almost half an hour, all the time keeping his cock on the verge but never granting him a last orgasm. Already after some five minutes she had rebuilt his pelvis and hip bones, crushed them, broken them. This enabled her to push the dildo even higher and deeper into his torso! The power, stamina and technique to be able to put your lover through such a torture are Olympic. He dies from bloodloss, his guts oozing on the floor, his abdomen totally emptied, all the time having suffered from lack of oxygen as her muscular embrace nearly crushed his ribcage preventing him from breathing normally. What a way to go! Denise's sadism is simply defying any conception of normalcy. A total beast!
This torture inspired her to feature in thousands of snuff porn movies--mostly customized scenarios with lots of femdom porn and even more violence. Gruesome footage. She gets millions of bucks from ultra-rich investors who continually ask her to play-out horrific scenarios in which men are being transformed into bleeding heaps of misery by a sex-crazed curvaceous muscle bitch. One day one of these investors stopped ordering videos. She let Pentagon Intelligence track him down and paid him a visit: she made him feature in his own snuff movie which she showed to the other investors (she impaled his ass on a vibrating stick, skinned him, inserted hundreds of red hot needles in his cock and balls and then slowly clubbed him to death--it took two hours before death came as a relief). Demand for movies and Denise's already considerable weekly income nearly tripled after that.
The gorgeous muscle bimbo is not yet twenty years and her outrageously sexy hotbod is already world heritage! She is the world's biggest producer of sperm and blood... And one of the richest and most powerful persons in the world.
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- Five males to one female: that's about the odds for a good fuck. As you can imagine: my sexual desires are too demanding for one man. My current lover is great, but I cannot go down on him too much: I'd kill him. Little does he know I have to fuck around all the time just to keep me satisfied--and him alive.
The busty chick takes the huge cock of the closest official in her hand and starts working her magic, savagely pumping it, giving him the handjob of his life. She is pleased to see that parts of his underwear are already wet.
- Just now?
- ... No... Y... yes... I... mean, yes, ... just now.... You're too much. You're gorgeous!
- Thanks! Your cock's not bad either. Great size! But when I fuck a man, I want him to last. Wanna live?
He nods. He is absolutely mortified. She smiles.
- If you think this question is a no-brainer, then you're wrong. Lots of men beg me to kill them. Can you imagine how I make them suffer if death comes as a relief?
The man really enjoys her ministrations; he is really into female muscle. He is so excited that his hands tremble as he touches her huge biceps, which is beautifully swelling and bulging as she brutally pumps his penis. Inches of muscular perfection.
- No, you can't. Or perhaps you can.
He looks at her breasts and belly, an incredible washboard rippling like steel: a sight that should be arousing him to orgasmic heights but which now totally terrifies him. Being up close with his wet dream is overwhelming enough; having her working his cock is simply a fantasy coming true... Having seen her put this hotbod into action however, is scaring the shit out of him. She grins salaciously.
- You like it rough, huh, big guy? Wanna cum over my bis? I see you love them.
- Oh yes. ... ... My God... I would do anything for you, ... my Goddess!
- Of course, you would.
He feels the rock-hard boulders of hypertrophied muscle-mass move under his eager fingers. The differentiated mounds swell to gigantic proportions under his touch. The sheer size of her biceps is indeed stupefying. Her virtuoso fingers around his cock easily keep him on the verge. She is so good at this: men lose all control, she takes total control. She looks down on him, grinning. Licking her red ruby lips. Her breasts threaten to pop her top, erect nipples push menacingly out onto the thin fabric with each breath she inhales. He notices the substantial washboard of rippling muscle outlining her tanned abs, a diamond piercing sexily hanging from her belly button.
- ... ... Oh yeah... ... Ooooo... Please, let me cum... G... G... Goddess...
- Cum and I'll tear you apart. I'll remove your balls.
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I am happy to see more of the story, although I must confess that the sex is not my favorite part. I like the reading about Denise killing men with her martial arts and her machine guns and her back handsprings. ;)
Any chance for interactions with us fans? ;)
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Sure! Shoot. ;)
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Sorry I kept you waiting. Hope you enjoy! :)
The man is beyond himself from the extreme arousal. His swollen hard cock screams for release. He vigorously tries to comply with her command, hoping she will be easy on him, but holding back an orgasm when the Goddess of Porn is stroking your cock, is almost impossible. His hands start moving uncontrollably over her huge arm and broad shoulder over to her exceptionally large breasts where they encounter the luscious flesh of her slippery tits drenched in oil. His occasional erotic exhales now become a loud moan--she knows she has almost jerked him beyond the point of no return.
- How do you threaten a man who knows you'll slaughter him anyway? I'm sure your girlfriend doesn't have tits like these...
- ... Nnn... No! Nooooooo!
- And I'm sure your girlfriend has never jacked you off like this either. You wanna cum, don't ya? You desparately wanna cum.
Denise so expertly massages his balls in her talented fingers, teasing them with her ultra-long nails, while her other hand sensually moves up and down his shaft, gently squeezing the swollen head of his cock, performing advanced magic as index and thumb make extra strokes over the sensitive ridge of his cockhead. Indeed, this handjob is so unlike anything he has ever experienced before. Denise plays in a league of her own, defying anything close to normalcy. Even among the best of the best, she is an outlier.
- ... Oooh... Yess, mistress. Yesss... Please... Gonna cummmm!
- Hahaha! You don't fucking listen: if you cum, I'll remove your balls. Remember?
He is really panicking now. He starts to realize that this woman is not only totally out of this world in terms of her curvacious physique, but also in terms of inhibitions. Or better: the lack of inhibitions. Her provocative attitude, her exhibitionist streaks, her sexual skills, her sadism... He realizes what a sexbomb really means: he is about to being blown away...
- Nooo, I... I don't wanna cum! Oooh please. Help me, Goddess, ... please! ... Don't hurt me!
- Shut up, fucker! What do you know about pain? You're mine. You're done.
Suddenly she inserts her long-nailed index finger of her other hand deep into his swollen cockhead, blocking a huge gush of sperm. Meanwhile, she increases the tempo of her pumping hand. What a torture! The guy goes nuts: his impending climax is triggered by her increased jerking but halted by the sudden cock insertion. Looking him straight in the eyes--the situation he is in makes it difficult to enjoy the otherworldly beauty of her dark brown eyes--she continues to jerk him off so savagely that his foreskin is ripped off and his cock starts to bleed.
- Hehe. You like that? Still wanna cum, huh? Fuck-ing ass-hole!
These last words are reinforced by a brutal rhythmic squeezing of his shaft with each syllable.
- .... Aaaaah... Y...eeessss! ... Please...
- Cumming means death. Hehe. Beg for your orgasm, fucker! Beg or I'll rip your cock off.
The official's options in life have been reduced to begging for an orgasm which means she's going to slaughter him and not begging, which means she's going to slaughter him too. What a prospect! He is totally lost and does not know what to do or say. So, he just begs and hopes for some divine intervention
- P... P... leease... L... Let me cum...
The sadistic grin on her angelic face shows she enjoys his diligent attempts to prolong his life. When she feels he is going to shoot his load, she stops jerking.
- Let's see...
In one fluent movement showing the obvious traces of years of practice, Denise cuts open his swollen penis from the inside with the sharp nail of her index, slicing the cock along the length of its entire shaft! His dick simply explodes in a gooy mixture of blood and huge loads of sperm! It oozes between the fingers of her hand!
- What a joke. I just nailed you!
Denise roars with laughter as the man goes mad with pain and starts screaming like a pig--high-pitched, heart-rending wails of total agony. She brutally grabs the back of his head and pushes him face-first into her orgasmic boobs, muffling his agonizing screams. Her tanned forearm is almost as large as his chest, bulging with sinewy muscle as she presses his head harder into her chest. Her frail victim is pawing desperately at her flexed massive arm, trying in vain to release some of the pressure on his skull. She casually flexes her other colossal arm for the other officials, pumping it into a magnificent biceps pose, showing off her dominance, her total superiority. Then her free hand moves back in the direction of his heavily bleeding crotch and she gently cups his testicles in the palm of her hand. Despite the pain he shivers at her touch.
- Want me to play with your nuts too?
She feels his panic-level rising skyhigh, as his irregular breathing against the soft flesh of her orgasmic boobs becomes intenser and even more uncontrolled. But there is nothing he can do. Vintage Denise: her victims know what is coming and there is nothing they can do about it. They can only submit. Without the slightest remorse and with visible pleasure she very slowly crushes his balls--savoring his agony, his total submission to her ultra-sadistic whims.
- This makes me wet. Dripping. Wet. Consider yourself lucky I'm in a good mood. You don't wanna face these pumped-up muscles when I really wanna fuck you up.
He is almost past words, too engrossed and regressed into his own private agony. Just as he thinks the pain is unbearable, he feels her fingers pushing and tearing their way up into his abdomen, increasing his pain-levels to inhumane heights. He does not know exactly what her fingers do to his insides, but it feels like he is torn apart from within. Blood gushes over her mighty ultra-muscular arm. Her motions are so deliberate and controlled that they indicate years of practice. Indeed, opening up a man from below has been one of her favorite ways to kill a man, because it has this very dramatic and theatrical quality to it: strong fingers ripping and tearing their way up, outrageously ballooning arm muscles outsizing a male torso forcing pelvic bones to explode by the slightest flexing of her bis...
- I'm in! Hehe. Men are so easy. So weak. Anything to say?
Denise releases some of the pressure on his head so he can breathe and she can enjoy the otherworldly sound of the scream escaping from his mouth. Agony, desparation, hopelessness, pain. She quickly and with vicious force pushes his face back against her tits. She pushes so hard, you can hear his skull starting to give in to the assault.
- Hey guys! I have an idea: don't you think my legs need a work-out?
The other officials stare in terror at her long, sleek legs, the striated calves--thick balls of menacing muscle pushing through her leather boots--, the large knots of knee muscle, and her impossibly huge and rippling thighs. Just one of those shiny, pumped-up monsters is bigger than her victim's entire torso and each has teardrop muscular patterns casting shadows upon themselves. Long, lethal legs. It is these mighty limbs she puts into action and starts kneeing him in the groin with. The impact of the first kick totally annihilates his already heavily mutilated crotch and lower abdomen, producing the delightful sounds of crackled bones and a sternum that is being shattered completely.
- Fuck yeah! This is music to my ears!
And she continues to knee him in the groin, her knee disappearing with lightning speed into his unprotected crotch. Time and again... While she presses his head against her buxom chest, his undermatched ribcage and everything below is kicked to mush. Meanwhile, his skull proves to be too weak for the sultry flesh of her big boobs as she slowly smashes his head against her bosom, enjoying how his skull give in to the pressure of her hand. How the hardest part of his body proves to be way too weak for her softest assets. The other officials stare in horror at the scene developing before their eyes. Their cocks go limp in their hands, as she leaves the bloody remains of her victim squirming on the ground, bathing in a huge pool of blood.
- And boys, like what you see? I wanna see sperm! You don't want me to jerk you off, do ya? You just saw what happens when I do. Hahaha! He who cums first, gets out of here alive.
The men try to get a hard-on, but terror has gotten the better of them. Even when Denise comes intimidatingly close to one of them and gently cups his testicles in the palm of her hand, his penis remains flaccid.
- You're so utterly inadequate. I want my men big and hard.
The man tries hard to get hard by frantically jerking his cock, but the dazzling dominatrix standing before him is just too intimidating.
- Get hard, loser!
How he tries. Oh God, how he tries. Jerking and working his cock. Denise visibly enjoys his desparate attempts to get an erection.
- Hahaha! What's the matter? Is this inferior excuse for a cock all you got? You're built like a mouse. My clit is almost bigger than your flaccid penis!
She brutally grabs his balls and sinks her long manicured nails into his frail flesh, drawing blood. Lots of blood as she digs her merciless claw deep into his crotch. His hands try to push away her huge arm--and he does not even realize how absolutely ridiculous his vain attempts look. Her arm alone carries more muscle than ten Mr. Olympias over their entire bodies! It is ultra-developed, beautifully differentiated, and freakishly vascular! Suddenly she simply rips off his penis and balls! Her other hand grabs him brutally hard by the hair and lifts him off the ground, like he weighs nothing, showing his colleagues the results of her work. He is beyond surgery, beyond help: the ugly wound oozes blood. The fit Latina ignores his pleading cries and smashes him repeatedly face-first against the wall, enjoying the way his face changes shape and colour, his legs dangling awkwardly under his limp body. Suddenly she rams his skull brutally hard against the wall, crushing it completely. His body convulses spastically as he drops to the ground. The others watch in horror as she executes their colleague in cold blood. A quick death considering her appetites.
- See? It's better for your health to immediately comply with my commands. And I can't say I didn't enjoy it.
Denise beckons the three remaining guys with her long-nailed index finger to come closer. She spreads her monumentally muscular legs slightly, her shiny black boots with 9-inch razor sharp high-heels make her tower above the terrified men. She orders one to starts licking her wet slit, while the two others are commanded to place their cocks into the palms of her hands. The men immediately do as ordered--they look petrified.
- You like my strong grip, boys? Well, I hope you do, because I wanna see my quads coated with sperm. Lots of it.
The slightest contact of his erect dick with her hand has one of the men cuming like a geyser, shooting a huge load of jizz all over her quads. Denise is surprised.
- Holy shit! Men say my touch is heavenly, but this is crazy. Still horny as hell even after you've seen me slaughtering these assholes...
He looks up at her. Denise feels his cock hardening again in her hand, even after that blasting cumshot.
- Jeez, such enthousiasm! You love to watch me snuffing these guys out, don't you? I like that, but your dick's way too small. I consider eight inches small and you're not even five. Waste of time.
The guy sports a throbbing erection again.
- Oh please, Denise... You're my Goddess! I watch you every day. ... Your videos.
The huge she-beast smirks at his confession.
- ... And you take this cute little pecker in your hand and you jack off to my muscles? Is that it, huh?
- Yes! Oh yes! You're so sexy, so dominant, so superior to all these fucking males. I'd do anything to serve you for the rest of my life. Let me be your dog. The shit of your dog. The shadow of the shit of your dog.
Denise smiles, showing off her perfect white teeth and sexily wets her thick sensual lips, knowing it will drive him crazy. The superior amazon looks at his cock again, which is throbbing with pleasure in the palm of her hand, and huskily orders him to cum. He looks up at his Goddess and shoots a thick load of sperm over her bulging striated quads. She approvingly massages his balls, her nails gently moving over his asscrack making him shiver in pleasure.
- You just won the contest and saved your life, baby. I may have to reconsider the size-issue. You're cute. ... And what about you, dickhead? Don't you see the danger of your situation?
She smilingly faces the other man who is still in shock from witnessing her horrific actions, but he cannot keep himself from being enthralled by the arousing presence of the overwhelmingly sexy bimbo all geared up. One look at her arm and he notes the thick veins snaking over the ultra-thick hyper-muscular forearm coming together in the beautifully articulated vein crossing a mega-beast of a biceps. The huge upper arm with pumped-up horseshoe triceps looks like it is carved out of marble--its destructive power so obvious and blatant it hurts. Both men are lucky to get hard immediately--the delicate touch of her nails over their cockheads helps. They frantically start to ride her hands. In less than five minutes Denise milks these guys another two times, huge quantities of sperm are dripping from her bulging thighs and quads. A predatory smile appears on her face. She is indeed uninhibited when it comes to sex. And to a number of other things as well.
- Good boys. Looks like your obedience compensates for your lack of size. With cocks this size, you would merely buy yourselves a ticket into my dungeon. My torture dungeon that is. Room in the cages for over 1000 slaves. Mean survival time: one week. A place for experimentation. For brutal fun.
And then she faces the guy between her legs.
- You're absolutely worthless at cunnilingus. Never licked a woman before? Men tend to put in more effort when my slit is involved.
He looks up, absolutely terrified. Petrified.
- No... Don't tell me you're a fucking virgin. How old are ya? Thirty-five? Forty? And you're still a fucking virgin? What a joke!
She brutally grabs his hair, lifts one of her majestically muscular legs and fully in control but with devastating force drives the high-heeled stiletto of her ankle boot into the man's back, in a vertebra just above his ass. It cripples him for life, paralysing him from below the waist, sending him into a world of utterly gruesome pain. Holding his head between her legs, she then very slowly crushes his skull, his head giving in to the savage force. She squashes it like an overripe grape, blood and brain matter dripping down her superior sleek legs.
- Lick me clean, boys. And do it quickly. I've got a whole stadium waiting for me. 20,000 men craving to see this hotbod in action!
They are devastated: licking the blood of their colleague whom she just snuffed out. Their sperm dripping from her quads. Their slight hesitation has not gone unnoticed...
- What are you waiting for, dudes? Need a little incentive?
They start to lick. Terrified. Gagging. It is monstrous what they are ordered to do. They are also totally astonished by the differentiated, rock-hard muscles their hands and tongue encounter.
- You like the muscles that are going to do you?
When they stop licking for a moment to look up to the gorgeous Latina, they seal their fate: skilled merciless hands savagely grab them by the back of their heads, violently pulling their hair and smash them face first against her quads. She does not go for the kill, but the impact is still enough to destroy part of their faces, breaking their noses, sending teeth all over the place. You can smell their fear, horrified as they are facing this gorgeous killing machine.
- Get up! Get the fuck up, you ugly sons of bitches!
She enjoys the terror on their mutilated faces, their bloody mouths failing to produce pleading words... They face their big-titted tormentor again hoping she will spare them, but you can see the bloodlust looming in her eyes, her genetically selected and psychologically enhanced urge to inflict pain and kill is reducing their chances of survival to zero. This is what she is engineered for.
- Spread your legs. Both of you. If you're able to keep quiet, you'll live to tell. Got that?
Both men nod automatically, almost like in a trance, not really grasping her cruel intentions. Suddenly she kicks one of them in the groin, sending his
testicles back up somewhere into his body, smashing his penis to a bloody pulp. He does not even have the time to protect his crotch with his hands. Not that it would have made any difference: this was a bone-shattering kick meant to destroy. He doubles over and sinks to his knees, his eyes opened wide, his mouth gasping like a fish out of the water, but no sound comes out. He remains like that for five long seconds until a high-pitched, heart-rending cry escapes from his lips, an almost inhumane, agonizingly shrill sound bearing all signs of his immense suffering.
- I told you to keep silent!
She
stomps on his throat, piercing it with her razor-sharp stiletto heel, destroying his vocal chords, silencing him. Denise loves how her suberbly sleek legs flex and bulge as she withdraws her heel, a fountain of blood spraying out. Raising her right leg
high over her head in a full 180-degree vertical split, she confronts the
last man, giving him a view of her perfectly groomed slit.
- You like my pussy?
She does not have to wait for an answer: his cock stands rock-hard.
- Well, baby. Seems like I have a size-issue after all.
With blinding speed Denise brings her leg
down, her axe kick shattering his skull like a melon.
Blood, brain matter, and pieces of bone fly everywhere. HIs skull bursts open, bones crack. She leaves him bleeding to death--to her standards he dies a very quick death. So, when she enters the stadium, her extraordinary hotbod is dripping with the blood of her victims. The two huge bodyguards standing at the big door before the arena are taken into an intimate embrace, their heads are smashed along the way to the cage between her pumped-up biceps and red-shiny boobs. The crowd goes nuts. More than 20,000 MMA lovers cheer for the ultra-violent she-beast as she makes her theatrical entrance.
- OK, champ, I hope your girlfriend fucked you before the fight, because I wanna fuck and when I fuck, I want my men to last. At least, I want their cocks to last until I climax. Then I want them to last to experience pain. Lots of pain. Ready, baby?
- Fuck off, you steroid freak! I'll feed you the silicone out of your fake boobs! I'll suffocate you with my cock after I raped your damn virgin ass! And I love it when they squirm. Just fucked my girlfriends--three IFBB bikini pros, sex freaks, nymphos.
Denise smiles. She turns even the strongest alpha-males into submissive pets.
- Know what I did? I castrated 500 inmates yesterday in a maximum-security prison and left them bleed to death. For some it took hours before life finally oozed out of them...
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Indeed, the warden of Sussex I State Prison had connections high-up at the Pentagon and he wanted to address issues of overpopulation. The Pentagon was always looking for ways to canalize Denise's insatiable lust for slaughter and the prison seemed like an ideal opportunity. A win-win. So, the ultra-hot Pentagon prodigy was allowed half a day of playtime with the prisoners and had full cooperation of the prison staff. Her actions would remain top-secret, so she could have her way. And she did: that Tuesday morning will remain one of the most memorable days in the dubious history of the prison complex...
- I had them fuckers chained to the wall in the central corridor, took my customized IMI Desert Eagle .50 caliber with its vintage 10 inch barrel and blew away their crotch by shooting downwards from close range between their legs. One after the other. Oh boy, you should have seen them beg and cower in fear when I moved my gun next to their swollen cocks! How I love my Desert Eagle.
On a big screen footage was shown of Denise working-out in a super-sexy, all-revealing, shiny black swimsuit and matching knee-high stylish boots. It was no amateurish movie, but a high-quality, multi-million dollar production, showing the uncanny muscularity of her shredded-to-the-bone, pumped-up physique from more than twenty camera angles. It was a poetic portrait of the beauty of her voluptuous hourglass figure bulging with muscle, including close-ups, slow-motions and sequences of hypertrophied shiny muscles in action. The director was a young, talented maverick, who after creating this masterpiece spent 72 hours in Denise's bedroom, chained to the ceiling, fuck-tortured to the most gruesome of deaths. His crotch and ass were like a war-zone: totally destroyed and mutilated beyond all recognition--probably the result of all kind of insertions and chemicals. Well, this production got these prisoners hard immediately. Some had been craving for a woman for years and were now exposed to an overdose of female sensuality. Some came once, most came twice, but even after one or two orgasms, they all sported straining erections.
- Their hard-ons appeared totally insignificant compared to the size of my shiny barrel. I let them feel the cold shiny steel of the barrel over their naked abs. I ridiculed them, mocked them, humiliated them. Guys who started whining were shot from below, the bullet travelling from under their crotch throughout their body up through their skulls. The others were simply shot from the abdomen downwards. I didn't always shoot first. Hehe. Some of these guys came all over the fucking barrel. I forced them to lick their semen and then I pushed the barrel deep down their throat to fire a couple of rounds. Their torso simply exploded! What a gun! Gotta adore the firepower! Some complain the Desert Eagle suffers from heavy recoil, but hey, my muscles aren't just for show! One hour later the guards were facing screaming, wailing, begging inmates, who were bleeding to death and suffering like hell. It took them a couple of hours to clean up--the assholes could use the extra work-out.
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She's back!! Very erotic sex and violence scenes. Love it!
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I am very happy to see the Lady Denise back!
I like the part where she uses that gun. I have actually shot a Desert Eagle .50 caliber. The recoil was indeed powerful, but I handled it okay thanks to my wrist strength. ;) The guy I rented it from at the range said that I handled it better than most guys can. And I got a couple of bullseyes on the target, too. :)
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I hope there is enough room in the arena for Denise to do lots of back handsprings!
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I am very happy to see the Lady Denise back!
I like the part where she uses that gun. I have actually shot a Desert Eagle .50 caliber. The recoil was indeed powerful, but I handled it okay thanks to my wrist strength. ;) The guy I rented it from at the range said that I handled it better than most guys can. And I got a couple of bullseyes on the target, too. :)
That is impressive Katarina. I've never tried that kind of gun and I don't think I could handle it as well as you.
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That is impressive Katarina. I've never tried that kind of gun and I don't think I could handle it as well as you.
Thank you!
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Hero141, I just wanted to say how much I love your work. I enjoyed all your stories on Diana the Valkyrie's website and your characters - Denise, Bethany, and Svetlana. I'm so happy to see you posting new material here.
I really like how your girls are so fast and so agile and can do gymnastic moves like backflips despite their massive size. I like reading about women who can not only out-muscle their male opponents, but outrun, out-tumble, and outsmart them as well. I also love how your ladies are experts with firearms as well. I guess it's just another of my fetishes.
Anyway, just wanted to praise your writing and say keep up the great work!
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Thanks for the patience and the kind words. It is great to hear you're following my updates.
- You're fucking crazy, bitch!
The 6' 7'' champion stands in his corner of the cage surrounded by his assistents. He is very muscular. He has the body of a Greek God, his bulging, striated physique is simply rippling with power. They are massaging his broad shoulders, hardened by years of hard training. His smile oozes confidence--this is a man who is in charge and loves it. He adores the attention, but now he has to share the stage someone who is playing in her own league. An attention magnet. The theatrical entrance with the public execution of the guards is just not enough. Denise is literally dripping with the blood of her victims--a red muscle barbie, a big-titted painted predator. She elegantly backflips towards the middle of the cage, her shiny-red muscle mass bulges beautifully for all to enjoy. The crazy striations and unbelievable differentiation of her perfect ultra-muscular anatomy triggers admiration, awe, arousal and fear from the audience. Her rep as a gorgeous sadist nympho quickly spread among the adepts of the cage fights--the fans of muscular dommes have shown up massively for this fight. Denise's presence outclasses even their wildest fantasies... She dramatically spreads her crazy arms and one of her assistants starts spraying her with hot soapy water from a hose.
For most of the shmoes in the audience--as well as for most other men actually--this is a tissue-moment. Washing the blood and viscera off brings back her beautifully deeply-tanned hotbod in all its curvaceous and muscular splendor. The long black shiny leather boots, the low-cut halter bikini made of shiny see-through black lycra: they highlight the otherworldly arousing beauty of her bulging physique. When two other assistents start to wash, clean and dry her muscular body, there is a deadly silence in the stadium. Everybody stares in awe at the muscular she-beast, the gorgeous behemoth with the hourglass figure. How she enjoys the massage, how the men gently and carefully move their sponges over her magnificent curves. Half the stadium wets their pants. Denise really loves the arousing effect she has over men. They become helpless. Slaves to their cocks. Slaves to her. When the cleaning is done, one of the assistents gets to oil her up. What a job! He scrupulously massages her muscles, his hands lovingly spread the hot oil all over her shiny body, giving her that ultra-sexy wetlook of bodybuilders on stage. The lucky guy even gets to oil her perfectly curved butt and her plentiful breasts, his hands experience the hardness of her erect pierced nipples as he carefully moves his hands under her halter bikini top oiling up the last, easy-to-miss bits.
He is greeted with her hand going into his trousers--her trained fingers obviously meet a throbbing erection. He shivers at her touch. The gorgeous bodybuilder is pleased to find that his underwear is already dripping wet. He must have orgasmed three or four times! His penis is exceptionally big and thick, causing her luscious lips to turn into a lecherous grin in anticipation of what is to come.
- Oh baby, you really enjoyed yourself oiling me up.
She is careful not to work her sexual magic on his cock, because he is so aroused he would cum in her hand within seconds. So, she focuses on checking the rest of the package--not that she really cares about how a man looks: they all look plain, weak and inferior next to her. Porn-size cocks and stamina, that is all she is after.
- Now I remember your gorgeous cock.
His undressing is considerably less dramatic than her own entrance. Denise bares his frail white chest by ripping off his t-shirt with both hands and in one fluent motion she continues to rip off his fly, zipper and all, and tears off his pants, leaving him standing in his wet cotton underwear. When she finally rips off his underpants, he is left standing in the middle of the cage, naked, his huge cock greeting its muscular mistress, throbbing with arousal, rigid as a stick.
- What's your name?
- ... D... ... Derek.
- Fuck, Derek. I forgot how big you are... See folks?
And she addresses the audience, the long nail of her index finger meanwhile strategically moves under his balls, keeping him on the verge. What a bitch! It takes all his willpower not to cum again there and then. Denise notices and grins.
- This is the kind of cock women want: huge, thick, throbbing. ... Take it easy, Derek. I'm just going to show this audience how I fuck my men. You're foreplay. Happy?
He has seen her fucking other men at the Pentagon--he works there as a cleaner and when she asked him to assist her in the underground MMA-league offering him $1,000 per night, how could he resist? Like everybody else at the Pentagon he knows her rep as the ultra-sadist Goddess of Torture: a 'no' would have bought him a one-way ticket into her interrogation facility--a five-floor Gulag at the Pentagon where thousands of men are slowly transformed into screaming heaps of misery until even screaming becomes impossible. He has never been inside her facility, but he has often been ordered to clean up the mess after her occasional slaughter-fests in and around the Pentagon. Mostly, convicts she trains on, but occasionally trainers, fellow-students or even officers. The facility is hell on earth. Actually, it is a place far worse than hell. Imagine the horrific crying and high-pitched wailing of men in utter desparation begging for their lives, pleading to stop the excruciating pain, screaming to be finished off. Hearing the shrill cries of men having their arms ripped off or having their balls crushed is enough to be traumatized for the rest of one's life. Seeing the lubed-up half-naked bodybuilding beauty in action is just too much. The mind-boggling brutality, the outrageous sadism and the ultra-savage character of her tortures defies all sane imagination. With Denise torture has become an art, exquisitely refined and brutally perfected through years of devoted practice. Employees do not last long in the facility. It generally takes a couple of days before they suffer from severe psychological trauma and fail to comply with her commands. She has a sixth sense in detecting upcoming trauma: those guys failing to live up to her expectations became torture meat dangling from meathooks inserted under their armpits, ready for weeks of excruciating pain and horrific humiliation. Denise rules over the place like a moody tyrant, like a sex-crazed über-babe merely killing for the thrill.
It is also that--like all men--Derek is completely enthralled by her exquisite beauty--it is so hard not to fall madly in love with her... Her physique is built to be worshipped; the wet dream of every man. She is certainly Derek's ultimate dreamwoman: big-titted, gorgeous, muscular, dominant. He fantasized a lot about her, jerking off to her pics or videos. She generates both arousal and terror, but now Derek is literally shaking with fear when she tells him he is foreplay--yet, he desparately tries to hide this upcoming panic from the bodacious killing machine. He has seen her crush panicking lovers between her monstrously powerful thighs, simply scissoring them in half after having fucked them into a near coma, having dragged loads of cum out of their flagging cock. Derek remembers very well seeing her fuck a black weightlifter at the Pentagon-gym one night, her cunt gushing, so ready to cum, orgasm only moments away--he was cleaning up the mountain of brutally mutilated corpses she had produced earlier that day in the gym. There were more than twenty corpses: she had ripped off arms and legs, destroyed their crotch and crushed their skulls: bashed them in with her bare fists. Yet, he could not keep his eyes from the sweating pornchic as she fucked the black bodybuilder into oblivion. She was so close, so fucking close, but his cock had given all it could give and Denise felt it softening between her starving cunt-walls. She screamed in frustration as his trained body failed under her. Smilingly and without effort she compacted her long sleek legs inwards, forcing his organs to rub against their cavities, his bones snapping against one another. Derek could see how she crushed him, her legs squashing his chest, pain flaring through his abdomen. The compression expunged his stomach first, a bubbling sound reaching his lips involuntarily as a dribble of blood wet his lips. He saw how her teeth nibbled at the ear of the black Adonis as she ground against him, her crotch engulfing his and doing everything in its power to pull his penis up through her lower abdomen. His ribcage folded in. Her warm cocoon pressed in deeper, shaking his core. As she felt his penis collapse in her vice-like pussy, the last thing he felt was a wash of fluid against his crotch, her scalding hot juices spilling out over his broken body as she screamed in orgasmic ecstasy. Then, all was silent.
She disdainfully dropped the remains of his mangled black body on the floor and beckoned Derek to come closer. He could see the black man's cock had been crushed to paste by the sheer force of her pussy-muscles. By the looks of it, Denise had been fucking him for hours. Now she used her mobile to take a few pictures of his mutilated remains--his destroyed penis getting most of her attention. The busty domme roared with laughter as she texted messages to some remote admirers. Almost uninterestedly, with just a little movement of her index finger, she made him strip naked--his big cock ready for her. She smiled, happy with his size. He cannot remember how many times she drove him to orgasm--it was a lot... She was unstoppable, unquenchable. A fucking fantasy. He remembers two Pentagon employees waking him up--she had fucked him unconscious!--, wispering how lucky he was to have survived, that she had been slaughtering men at an unprecedented rate that day. Bloody. Brutal. Sick. They helped him back to his feet, accompanied him to the dressing-rooms trying to get him back to 'normal'--for whatever that word might mean after having been fucked into unconsciousness by an ultra-fit nympho domme whose knowledge of the male anatomy--especially the crotch area--outclasses top-surgeons and whose expertise and talents in the sack make the hyper-erotic skills and refined actions of experienced female pornstars look like awkward and clumsy attempts at first sex by frigid nuns! Sex with Denise is nothing less than cosmic. He thought about her all the time, he was obsessed with her. Two days later Derek's world collapsed--something happened that totally freaked him out. His chief called him to immediately come and clean up two bodies: the corpses turned out to be the two helpful employees. Their naked limbless torsos stood impaled on a steel pole shoved up their asses, their crotches heavily mutilated and skulls crushed. Derek was dumbstruck. A message? Throughout the next days he received horrible footage taken form a mobile phone that showed Denise butchering them to a gruesome death. He got six or seven movies throughout the next days, showing every gory detail of the torture, their pleading, their crying, her laughter and sadistic teasing--every time he was too terrified to look, but he could not bring himself not to watch. He had not seen her again in person--up to now...
- ... Yes... Super-happy!
- Good answer, baby.
And then, she wispers in his ear:
- Enjoyed the movies I sent ya? I did. Helpful guys at the Pentagon, loved by their colleagues but one of them unexpectedly and without permission came all over my quads when I was jacking him off. His first mistake. And he couldn't stop gagging when I forced him to lick his sperm. His second mistake. Well, to be honest, I just felt like breaking them in--mistakes or not. How I loved their screaming and begging. Even after I injected their swollen cockhead and scrotum with sulphuric acid, they still hoped for mercy. How fuckin' naive and stupid can you be?
- ... Oh my God...
Standing stark naked with a raging boner in a death ring with 20,000 viewers in front of a cartoonishly muscular beauty who is so jacked and stacked she defies all traditional stereotypes about femininity, Hearing her boasting about how she tortured two innocent guys to a gruesome death is harder to digest. Knowing that this pumped-up bimbo takes sadistic pleasure in snuffing men out, freaks him out. Derek totally loses control, he loses all sense of reality and submits to his muscle Goddess. All sense of decorum is gone; only the voice of his dominating Goddess makes up his world... In front of 20,000 excited viewers Denise theatrically lifts him high above her head holding him by the neck and groin and starts pumping him up and down, showing off her deliciously bulging, fantastically muscled upper-arms.
- Let's make this kinky, folks. Let's do porn. Live-porn. With a nasty edge: if he cums without my permission, I'll bust his nuts. Don't cum, Derek.
Then she slowly lowers his erect cock into her warm, wet mouth. Derek is dizzy with arousal. Cameras beautifully register how she envelops his huge shaft into her mouth and swallows it completely. Totally in control the experienced sex machine lowers it into her eager throat. Projected on huge screens in the stadium, you can see his huge cock going down her muscular throat, the swollen glans pushing against her skin from the inside. He is awarded with her tongue snaking around the shaft. Men who live to tell, will confirm it is a privilige to be blown by Denise. Used to handling these huge erections, Denise's advanced sexual magic has him on the verge within seconds. Rep after rep she continues to tease the terrified male, skillfully sucking him, keeping him in the zone. Derek's frantic fingers move over the crazy arm that holds his neck and he experiences first-hand the impossible hardness and exquisite differentiation of her ultra-pumped biceps and triceps. Denise releases his dick from her mouth with a sexily popping sound, as he holds on to her upper arm, unable to get a grip on this 28'' monster. She throatily orders him to cum, then totally envelops his member, delicately sucking it, het throat muscles adding some extra friction, while simultaneously extending a cunning middle finger into his rectum and massaging him from within. Derek gasps with arousal and loses all control.
- Oooo... Oooh Gooood... Gonna cuuuummmm...
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Woo hoo! She's back! Great update with Denise! :bravo:
If I was as athletic as she is, I'd be doing back handsprings! Unfortunately I can't...
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Yes! Miss Denise has returned! :woohoo: And I can do the back flips!
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hero141, where did you get the inspiration for women like Denise and Bethany?
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Some more... Enjoy!
His eyes roll back in his head and he shoots what feels like gallons of sticky cum down Denise’s throat. Her ultra-talented tongue circles his cock and yanks ever more hot jism from his glans, her juicy lips pulsing his base, sensually milking every drop out of him, sucking him dry. When he almost passes out from the most explosive orgasm in his entire life, Denise eventually and very slowly pulls him out, a little of his juices dribbling out of her lip on to her chin. She puts him back down and immediately engulfs his head in her big hands, immobilizing it while she seals his mouth with her own. Staring at him as his eyes bulge open in surprise, Denise disgorges hot wads of Derek’s own cum back into his mouth, followed by her tongue, which seems eager to explore the depths of his throat. She is so fucking dominant! Derek swallows as fast as he can, wanting desperately to please his Goddess. The knowledge that disappointment would not go unpunished works as a great incentive to swallow his own sperm for the first time--her rep as ultra-sadistic man-eater makes men quite cooperative.
- Fuck, looks like you needed that, Derek. I guess, champ, that your fuckin' bikini bimbos never blow you like that, do they?
The champ is sitting dumb in his chair in the corner. He is totally blown away by Denise's actions, just like the rest of the audience. It is deadly quiet in the stadium. Everybody is dumbstruck. Also Matt is in the audience and has not been able to avert his look from his ultra-hot girlfriend. From the VIP-area Matt has excellent view on everything that happens in the cage--he does not even need the huge screens all around the stadium to realize that his girlfriend is totally fucked-up. That he has been dating a sociopath--she must have been cheating on him all the time. All these trips and meetings... And when she got home, she only thought of fucking him: day-long fuck-marathons in which she redefined the concept of 'kinky'. She crossed all boundaries of what he considered normal: the butt-plugs, the strap-ons, the leather, the suffocation and the violence. Yet, he loved it: she was so freaking good at keeping him on the verge the whole time. She could 'edge' him for hours, so that when she finally allowed him to cum, he nearly fainted from the intensity of the orgasm... Even now he is aroused by Denise's appearance and dominant actions, but he really starts to fear for his life. This woman does not have any inhibitions whatsoever and he would not stand a chance against this government-trained ultra-sadistic assassin. He imagines Denise ripping him apart. Slowly. Painfully. And he knows she would enjoy every minute of his agony. He trembles in fear. The only sane thing he can think of is to go to the president's office, ask for his share and leave as quickly and quietly as possible.
As he turns to leave the VIP-area, Matt suddenly faces two of the most sexy boobs he has ever laid eyes on: impossibly big and firm, perfectly round, totally lubed up, literally drenched in oil! This mighty chest, these two beautifully protruding mounds of alluring female flesh simply are beyond sexy. The orgasmic double-D belongs to a drop-dead gorgeous female bodybuilder, a ferocious red-head, blocking his way. She seems to appear out of thin air, wearing nothing more than a black thong and black high-heeled platform pumps. They are standing in a small dark and empty corridor leading to a bigger hallway where the offices are located. Her hand violently grabs his balls and threatens to crush them: Matt's face is pushed into the sultry flesh of her huge tits and an impending scream is muffled.
- Where do you think you're going, babe? Any fancy ideas?
She eases her grip around his testicles somewhat. Matt is allowed to breathe again, only to witness how her monstrous biceps are completely pumped-up, thick veins snaking over the crazy jacked peaks of swollen muscle, the size and differentiation of her vascular forearms are clearly the result of a combination of excessive roid-use and freakish dedication in the gym. This gorgeous woman with the hour-glass figure is a muscle monster, a gargantuan bodybuilding behemoth with the aura of an erotically charged pin-up. Trouble starts again when he feels his erection stirring in her hand. He cannot help himself. In shame, he tries to move his crotch away, but she just squeezes his shaft through his trousers, her talented fingers viciously pumping it.
- Mmmmm, a submissive type, huh? It's the breasts, isn't it? It's always the same thing: once men see them, they start cuming. They simply can't help themselves. I'm just too damn sexy.
This woman reminds him of Denise: an ultra-dominant, sex-crazed, narcistic bodybuilder for whom men are just stupid playthings you consume and dispose of. Panic overwhelms him again. He nearly shits his pants.
- Consider yourself lucky: I'm a domme. Men call me 'the black widow'. Don't you wanna know why?
- Oh God... Please, let me go! I've done you no harm... Oh please...
He sees the utter disdain in her beautiful eyes. He is absolutely terrified when she addresses him again in a very aggressive way:
- Stupid fuck! No harm? I was in the middle of a session when I was called to come here! You disturbed my fun.
- Sorry... I just want to go and see the president. Please.
The huge muscle freak grins when she releases him from her iron grip and he quickly steals another glance at the towering female in front of him, her huge protruding bust shining in its naked glory for him to enjoy. And she clearly enjoys his attention: her pierced nipples are rock-hard...
- All right. Go and see him then, so that I can go back to business and continue what I started. My personal assistents are waiting for me.
Matt notices five huge male bodybuilders standing a couple of yards away, their naked torsos shining beautifully in the dim lights of the corridor, anxiously looking at her, awaiting their fate.
- O, and by the way, men call me the black widow, because I remove their balls after I fucked them. Then I remove what's left.
The bodacious beauty roars with laughter as she leaves Matt dumbstruck and sensually struts towards her broad-shouldered 'assistents' in a style resembling the posing routines of bikini-pros, her out-of-this-world boobs jutting sexily. The huge bulges in the men's pants show they are ready to join her to her private quarters--ready to be promoted to mere fuck-meat. With visible pleasure and totally unexpectedly she suddenly kicks one of her men in his crotch. The kick is performed with such sexy elegance, with such feminine grace, that its agonizingly brutal force is more or less masked, but it is clear that the impact lifts him more than a yard off the ground as he doubles over in agony. Her sexy pump destroys everything on its way up. When he resorts to a foetal position, laboring to breathe, frantically gasping, the naked sex-bomb pushes the giant heel of her platform pump hard through his trousers into his exposed asshole. The muscles of her tremendously sculpted long leg bulge poetically--Matt cannot help but see an element of pure beauty in these ultra-sexy legs destroying this guy...
- Oops, I forgot you have this huge butt-plug in... You guys can go in. I'll join you in a minute.
The huge bodybuilders watch in shock how their goddess treats their colleague, but sheer terror prevents them from reacting. The man thrashes in agony but he does not even cry or wail... Then Matt hears her complimenting him on his keeping quiet. He sees her grabbing his leather belt, simply yanking him from the ground. Keeping hold of his belt, she one-handedly smashes his head and torso with vicious force against the cold plastered wall of the corridor. Like a ragdoll. And then again. And again. At some spots where the impact is biggest, the plaster on the wall starts to crack. When he is almost unconscious from the brutal onslaught--his arms and hands can protect his skull but his torso is bleeding heavily and turning blue from the devastating impact of her blows--, she hoists him like a sack of potatoes into one of the modernist leather sofas in the corridor and takes a seat next to him, her enormous muscle bulk dwarfing his considerable musculature. He trembles in mortal fear--she just loves the way her freakish bodybuilding physique scares the shit out of even the bravest victims. She does not even have to open her mouth to intimidate them or make them cower in terror. When she does, they shit or pee their pants.
It is almost like a romantic scene: she moves her arm behind his head, places her other hand over his crotch and moves her bountiful breasts close to his head, which inadvertedly turns towards the shiny hot flesh, his lips almost touching the side of her boob. She gently and sensually carresses his hair, her long nails fumbling his ear, hushing him, whispering softly in his other ear, sensually licking it. He starts to sob uncontrollably. Tears run down his terror-stricken face. She whispers:
- Stupid fuck! You've been walking with this butt-plug up your ass for over a week now hoping I'd grant you an orgasm. I won't. And you complied with my order not to squeal when I roughed you up too in the hope I'd be gentle. I won't.
He pleadingly looks up in the cold eyes of his tormentor. He is crying like a baby.
- .... Please..., ... K... K... Karen. Don't... I'll do anything for you... ... I... I... I pay you, don't I?
She chuckles evilly: she just loves the way he tries his best to talk normally--the pain in his crotch must be overwhelming. With her elbow resting on the couch behind his head, she absent-mindedly continues to run her long-nailed fingers through his hair. It makes her jacked bis and tris bulge playfully, but when she suddenly grabs a handful of his hair and savagely pulls his head backwards, Matt can see every anatomical striation in her huge arm--this monster is certainly over a fabulous 26''!
- You mean the 50 grand per session to rough you up? To make you submit to my superiority and to allow you to ride and cum all over my lubed-up muscular quads? Pathetic piece of shit!
- ... ... O please, I ... even... ... gave you ... ... my bank account numbers...
Her other hand grabs what is left of his crotch--his trousers are coloring red with all the blood he is losing after her explosive kick.
- Yeah, you even lost a nut when I asked you to give me access to your bank accounts. Hahaha! You thought of acting brave. How fucking brave you were: it took me exactly six seconds to get the numbers. Although I must add: you lasted longer than when I ride your cock--one thrust of my hips and you cum like a fucking hose. Not exactly what a nympho-bitch like me craves for...
The gorgeous bodybuilder gently pushes the side of her beautiful big boob in his face. The contact with the slippery soft flesh of these perfectly round tits sends shivers down his spine--obsessed with the size and beauty of these breasts as well as with the provocative, uninhibited attitudes of their owner, he spent a fortune on sessions. She came to dominate his life. He gave up everything for her. He knew quite well that he had to share his muscle goddess with numerous other men, but spending some time with this sex-crazed, ultra-dominant she-beast become his sole purpose, an obsession. And she was good. So freaking good: built to have sex. Sometimes building up his arousal for hours before one cosmic orgasm, at other times she jerked him off the whole session making him cum ten times or more...
- You know that a woman with my appetites needs lots of money! I need a new belly button-piercing and the little orange diamond I want, is worth more than two times your entire fortune. Yesterday I personally ordered your banks to put all the money on my Suiss bank-account--I of course made sure they covered all tracks of the transactions. You're broke. And still I can't even pay for my precious stone... This pisses me off.
- ... O no... Please, Karen... I'll give you whatever you want... I... I know... I know people... I'll... I'll ... ... borrow the money...
And in a mockingly melodious voice:
- Really? The 15 million? O my baby...
Thinking she is sincere, and hoping for mercy, he quickly responds:
- Yes! ... O yes. ... I love you, Karen! I love you! I would do anything for you...
She suddenly snaps at him:
- You stupid fuck! You're fucking worthless as a man: some muscle yeah, but no decent cock size, and no stamina. And you've become absolutely worthless as a provider. How foolish do you think I am? I have hundreds of men, richer than you, who'd do anything to please me. Anything. You are less than shit.
Humiliated to the core of his being, he breaks mentally, tears running down his face.
At that moment she unceremoniously rips off his trousers. Her experienced and strong fingers pierce their way through his mutilated crotch, her razor-sharp nails easily cut through his flesh and brutally penetrate his sensitive groin-area. Just when he is about to scream his lungs out, she snatches him up in a side headlock, grinding her monstrous peak of a pump-up biceps onto the back of his head, forcing her ridiculously vascular forearm into his face, nearly breaking his jaws, covering his nose and mouth, making it impossible for him to breathe. Matt even sees her nipples hardening when she mashes up his face by just flexing a little--just for the fun of it--, the massiveness of her ultra-strong arm completely envelopes his skull. His hands try to pull her hypertrophied arm away, but to no avail. His futile attempts are met with sadistic laughter as she further locks and grinds his head in her vice-like grip. The blueish color of his face highly contrasts with her perfect, deep-brown tan and shows he is slowly suffocating. Utterly helpless, engulfed in bulging female muscle, trapped in her pythonesque embrace, he is forced to experience how her other hand travels up his crotch into his abdomen--yes: INTO his abdomen. ripping him open from below, tearing him apart. His pain peaks and then some...
- Now you're broken too!
She relishes how his mouth is trying in vain to breathe in her pumped arm--well, actually he tries to scream his lungs out. The busty red-head only increases the pressure on his skull. Matt first hears and then is witness to how she breaks his skull like an eggshell. The flexing of her peaked biceps makes the side of his head implode, but it is the pushing of his face against her softest assets that makes his skull give in. The leather sofa is drenching in blood as she throws away his spastically convulsing remains.
- Still here, Matt? Enjoyed the execution? That's how I treat my lovers. You don't wanna know how I treat my enemies... ... Oh by the way, you wet your pants.
That was very hot and sexy, especially when she kicks her male victim in the groin so elegantly!
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Denise knowing how to fight so well and still being a lady is something I really admire. I like how she is always seems to be wearing skirts, dresses, and high heels. There is a deep primal something inside me that wishes the men in my daily life would look at me like they in your story look at Denise.
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I really love this story hero141. Your characters are unique in that they hit three of my biggest fetishes - girls who can do back flips (love the way Denise backhandsprings into the arena), girls with guns (I keep going back to Denise's machine gun scenes in her cruise story), and girls with thick forearms and big wrists. I like comparing my wrist size with girls in real life and whenever I find a woman's that are bigger than mine, I think of Denise and Bethany.
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Glad you enjoy the story... Here is some more. Any suggestions are welcome! :)
She roars with laughter as she sensually struts towards her private offices, sexily swaying her lush hips, showing-off her bulging, bulbous glutes. The last thing Matt hears is when she enters her quarters and addresses her assistents--it is something along the lines of '...tits turned him breathless' and '... first shower... and then ... masturbate for me. I want these babies coated in jizz'. Matt is totally overwhelmed--he indeed wet his pants. He continues to search for the president's office in a dream-like state, shocked by what he has just witnessed.
When he finally reaches the president's office, he gulps in fear at a sight that should have triggered any man's delight. Two super-attractive black female bodybuilders shamelessly dressed in shiny white leather bras and ditto hotpants, wearing white knee-high platform boots with 12" heels, are guarding the door. And they cannot be older than 18. Matt looks at the outrageous size of their huge breasts, their bras generously exposing inches and inches of alluring cleavage, the skimpy piece of cloth obviously not meant to cover, but to expose as much meat as possible while still classify as clothing. Their bras are stretched to bursting point, their bellies fully exposed: hard plates of chiseled abs, a belly button pierced with diamonds. The mammoth-sized brutes move with the feminine elegance of top-models on a catwalk, their obscenely muscular arms thicker than his torso, rippling with power, dwarfing him. Matt's mind is racing: another pair of female bodybuilders! Another fucking pair! Their salacious smiles send the shivers down his spine as these wanton gym-rats are clearly capable of doing more than exposing their honed physiques to innocent passers-by. These heavies ooze cruelty, they combine sultry beauty with a sardonic, sadistic playfulness that causes in Matt utter dread. What in any other context would have caused his libido to go haywire, now only incites pure terror, sheer fear. The bulkiest of the black beasts, a broad-shouldered, wasp-waisted muscle monster, invitingly moves her top down with the long nail of her index finger and exposes her rock-hard, pierced nipple and grins sexily.
- Don't you wanna lick this baby? Suck it?
She must have seen him staring at her over-sized tits,--men's stares usually start at her boobs, their mouths falling agape when they see the intimidating muscles surrounding them, so generously proportioned, hard and rippling, in stark contrast to her her trim waist which makes her curvy physique even more impressive. Despite the mesmerizing allure of her tits, their perfect form, their obvious size and firmness, Matt suspects they belong to a trained mass-killer, a sadistic beast, a woman who snuffs men just to get off. And he is right: Dayana is a Pentagon-trained assassin, who is only called for when the killing has to have a certain dramatic edge to it. If you want to order a clean kill, then Dayana is perhaps not the best option--not that she is not able to do it. She is an expert with firearms. She can shoot a fly from two miles distance, but she just loves to play, to toy with her victims. And she plays rough. Very rough. Rough does not begin to capture the extreme brutality, the calculated mischief, the horrific use of brute power to totally demolish her victims. They call her Dirty Dayana--not because this drop-dead gorgeous sexbomb would appear unclean: she is always groomed to absolute perfection, her long hair coiffed like she is going to a photoshoot, her beautiful black skin shiny with the oil it has been rubbed in with, long manicured nails, sexy facial make-up, and of course always a neatly shaven pussy. In any other context Matt would have been all too happy to lick her gorgeous hard nipples, or her dripping wet slit. Or her ass if she wanted him to. Or anything she would order him to. But now it seems like these dominant muscular women turn up everywhere and he is scared shitless, intimidated to the core of his being.
- ...Fuck, not again... Please, ladies, I don't want any trouble, I just want to see the president.
It is obvious that the two elite babes sport more muscle than a whole line-up of Mr. Olympias. If they are as strong as they look, one muscle babe would have been more than enough to guard the door. It is a mesmerizing display of sizzling female muscle and otherworldly beauty!
- The president's busy. You can't enter. I'm not busy however. You could enter me. Wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you like to feel my wet slit pumping your hard cock? My vaginal muscles are made to milk male members.
The girls roar with laughter. They both flash their tits in front of the helpless male--they have the kind of improbable breasts that draw all male attention wherever they come. The confrontation with such outrageously big mounds of ultra-sexy female flesh stirs his limp penis back to life. Despite his mortal fear, a throbbing erection is obvious in his pants. They do not even have to treat him to the intimacy of their muscles to have him on the edge. They seldom have to.
- God, O God... You're stunning. Absolutely stunning. You're perfection, but I have a girlfriend and she would kill me if I did anything with another woman.
Dayana looks flattered by his words, playfully flexing a bicep for him: the large bulge is nothing less than impressive, a sharp peak swelling out of her unreal, huge arm.
- Hahaha, I bet she would, but I'll kill you here and now if you don't. I'll crush your balls and make you swallow your cock. Then I'll tear you apart, limb after limb. Quite the dilemma.
Matt is desparate and pushes on.
- Please, I'm Denise's boyfriend. She is fighting right now and I really need to see the president.
Dayana grins knowingly.
- O Matt, why didn't you say so immediately. Of course you can come in. There is a chair prepared for you too.
- A chair?
- Yeah, a chair, but men never seem to be prepared for the chair. Hehe.
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Great to see you back hero141!
If you're asking for suggestions...maybe something where some male security personnel think that Denise and her girls have gone too far and try to stop them...with predictable and gruesome results and a mass slaughter of the males. The men could have guns but of course that wouldn't be enough to defeat the girls.
I like how you write your girls as agile, elegant, and fast...maybe a scene where some of the guys try to run away, but the females are far too quick for them and easily catch them, or just shoot them down with the men's own guns.
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Hero141, do you have a special thing for women with firearms?
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O yeah, Wittykaterina, I simply love girls with guns! I find that very attractive in a woman. :-*
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O yeah, Wittykaterina, I simply love girls with guns! I find that very attractive in a woman. :-*
Well, I'm not as good as Denise, but I am quite a good shot!
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Thanks for all suggestions! I'll work them into the story as it unfolds. :)
The other busty black behemoth rips off her top exposing her ridiculously sexy wonder-boobs. Her erect nipples that were visibly poking through her skimpy top just seconds ago, are still rock-hard and appear to be beautifully pierced.
- As if we care, Dayana.
She cannot be much older than seventeen. The ultimate sex-bomb: drop-dead gorgeous, beyond sexy, oozing an arrogance grounded in total physical superiority. The busty black babe grabs Matt's collar and pulls him intimidatingly close to her curvy chest. Matt's face is pressed against her bountiful boobs and he smells her delicate perfume. He gulps in total submission. Her girly playfulness fails to hide her sick and perverse personality: this bodybuilding bitch is bad to the bone, there is cruelty written all over her, in a thousand languages.
- I'd love to make you scream, boy. Rape your frail white ass. Make you worship my superior black body, its layer upon layer of bulging black power. Make you slave to my muscles. You'd like that, don't you?
Her hand moves over the impressive bulge in his pants. Virtuoso fingers tease his erect shaft and over-sensitive balls. She sensually nibbles his ear and seductively wispers:
- Quite a gun you've got there, soldier. You have no idea how good I am with guns. I hope it's loaded.
Matt is losing all control. This muscle girl's touch is so arousing that he cannot keep himself from starting to ride her hand, bucking his hips like a horny teenager. He simply cannot help it: she drives him crazy with a basic desire. A sadistic grin appears on her angelic face--she obviously expected this.
- Horny fuck. Cum and I'll have you castrated. Dayana here is an expert in slowly and very painfully removing male genitalia while the former owner of them is eating her out throughout the whole torture. Ain't that sick? It technically makes her a dyke.
Dayana roars with laughter.
- Come on, Rowena, give me a break. You fuck more men a day than a Vegas hooker in a month, you nympho-bitch! And it's not that they live to tell...
- If they could, they'd say that I fuck like a pro. I am. I do. As long as they live up to my expectations, they're safe. And the first two or three orgasms, they try to. Some are even able to.
Dayana nods and smiles with obvious amusement. She is well aware of the exceptional sexual appetites of her busty friend.
- It's the strap-on dildos, isn't it?
- Yeah, the first thrust is the deepest. All men open up after that first thrust of the hips.
- I'm sure they open up--I've seen your collection of strap-on dildos. Having shoved a 20-inch super-fat steel dildo up your ass probably feels more like being executed than like having sex.
- Oh fuck, Dayana. Impaling their weak bodies on my monster-dildo, tearing their ass and abdomen apart, crushing their pelvis, their hot blood flowing over my trained physique as I ram the life out of them! God, it makes me wet. My hands holding their frail and breakable ribcage, fingers digging deep into their flesh, crushing their ribs, breaking them one by one, ripping them out, my nails eventually piercing into their lungs. How they scream and beg!
Matt's face turns white as he feels a huge orgasm stirring in his loins. In panic he instinctively tries to remove her hand, but both girls merely laugh at his ludicrous attempts at pushing away an arm that is bigger than both his legs, an arm bulging with over-sized, totally jacked and pumped-up hypertrophied muscle!
- O please, I'm gonna cum. Stop! ... O please.... God!
Matt starts sobbing like a child, crying in utter dread. Tears are running down his face--no way he can stop from cumming. Rowena becomes matter-of-fact again, alomst businesslike and stops teasing Matt's cock.
- Fuck, he needs your help, Dayana. He is about to wet himself again. Jeez, Denise got herself a horny stud. Don't break him in. B's got plans with him and you know how angry she can get when they've shot their load.
- I'm always gentle with men.
- Hahaha! Yeah right, and I'm a fuckin' nun.
The black beauties are so experienced that Matt is suddenly pushed towards Dayana, facing her. She has already pulled back her knee and colossal thigh, as large as his entire lower body, and rams it forward into his abdomen, sending a shockwave through him, a shockwave of excruciating, all-devouring pain. As he collapses and goes into shock, he starts howling in pain, but she smushes a single giant breast over his mouth. In a gentle voice hiding the inhumane cruelty of her words, she whispers:
- Hush, baby. We don't like our men cumming too soon, and we don't like them screaming either. Don't worry about your testicles--you're OK. This just hurts. A lot. A whole lot. I kneed them into your abdomen, they'll come out again in a minute. Nothing's broken or crushed. This is merely foreplay. Don't make a sound or I'll knee you again and you don't want that now, do you? I'd crush your balls and everything.
Matt's world has exploded. He is beyond himself in agony, breathing heavily in her mighty breast, wanting to scream his lungs out, giddy with pain from this brutal punishment, dumb with fear. When he does not react, she snarls aggressively:
- Fucking do ya? I asked you a question, stupid fuck! Fucking piece of male shit! Any other man would now be chewing on his own fucking cock. Don't push me, asshole!
Trembling in terror because of her sudden mood change, Matt quickly shakes his head in her tit--not wanting to provoke her wrath. This woman is capable of anything because he simply means nothing to her. Absolutely nothing. A fly to play with. An ant to crush at will. Dayana is indeed an ultra-violent sociopath of the most darkly sadistic dye, a virtuoso with men both in pain and pleasure. When she releases his head from her grip, Matt avoids her penetrating stare and looks down. He notices blood stains on her magnificently developed, bulgingly thick quads. Her countenance changes immediately, her mood swings back again without any sign or warning. She throws back her head and laughs--a rich and musical sound, deep and free. It too amps up the potential sex appeal of this incredible woman. But the way she switches mood, and from one of such violence, makes her just as fearsome and intimidating as ever. The swing itself suggests a potential ultra-sadism that her viciousness alone, however brutal, does not.
- Yeah, you weren't the first to ask for the president. Do you have any idea what happens when two horny musclegirls are bored and run into a man? Well, that man becomes fuckmeat. His purpose in life is reduced to provide us pleasure. And as his penis was inadequate--we're used to pornsize--we counted on his tongue, cunnilingus being our favorite way to feast on a man. We took our time with him: chained him to the wall, arms wide, legs spread, ready to rough him up a bit and toy with his cock and balls before we'd remove his lower jaw to give his tongue more leverage to please our demanding pussy. Standard practice. But then Rowena found these Glocks with plenty of rounds.
Actually, Matt does not want to hear these girls boasting with their terrifying stories, their horrifying chit-chat about how they snuff-out men. It is obvious that these powerbabes are totally uninhibited when it comes to violence or sex. Just like Denise. Pentagon-trained elite-assassins: the apex of the elite of the elite. Super-gorgeous sex-machines: built to fuck, trained to kill. And they love their work. Men are mere toys in their lethal hands. And toys break. A lot. Easily.
- O fuck Dayana, your idea to destroy him inch by inch, bullet by bullet was awesome. Well Matt, we fired hundreds of bullets, destroying him limb by limb, shooting his fingers off, then his hand, ripping apart his lower arm and then moving our shots up his upper arm. Our bullets slowly ripped him apart: so fucking bloody! We painted the wall red! Loved his screaming. How he begged. How he fucking begged for mercy.
Dayana and Rowena indeed put this man through a personal hell, while showing-off their superior markswomanship. Every shot from their Glocks reached target, whether they shot with the left or right hand. Or with both simultaneously. With arms used to handling heavy machine guns the recoil of these Glock 17's is negligible. Child's play. They shot off every piece of his arms. They did the same with his legs, until only his head and torso and penis were left, and four bleeding stumps.
- It was only when you removed his lower jaw and threw him on the ground that the real fun started. Riding his face felt so fucking good. It ruined the rest of his face--we shouldn't have let our primal urges take over so quickly.
- O Dayana, I don't care if men have a broken nose or whatever. As long as they lick, I'm in! How we made him worship our pussies and asses. How he licked. And kept licking.
- Crazy shit. It was only when you slowly squashed his nuts in the palm of your hand that he stopped licking for a while.
- Yeah, that got me angry. I threatened to fuck his ass for hours. That got him going again, didn't it?
- Hahaha! O yeah, he licked your pussy with the zeal and dedication of someone who still hopes for mercy. When I crushed his cock under the sole of my boot and pierced his abdomen with my high-heeled stilettos he grew less dedicated. Crushing his skull in your crotch produced such a great sound, I'm itching to try it out myself.
- It was the hardest thing left from his body. The crushed bones tickling my clit got me off again, Dayana!
- You horny piece of shit. You'd fuck a broomstick!
- Sure! And then shove it up a man's ass. Push it upwards until he chokes in it. Great way to go. Wanna volunteer, Matt?
Both girls gleefully snicker. Matt's attitude has changed from confidently militant to meekly desparate: these sexy babes are totally insane. When Matt is pushed into the luxurious office, he sees an impressively broad, ultra-muscular back behind a large mahoney desk, a real v-taper of someone who is apparently stooping over a person sitting in the chair behind the desk. The beautifully rounded shoulders with obviously striated delts are exceptionally broad--the back is covered by a sea of hypertrophied muscle, a vast ocean of outrageous muscularity, an anatomic miracle belonging to a muscle monster, a gym goddess, a bodybuilding beast! The back is so dense, thick and powerful, with such superbly defined traps and dominating lats, you would never believe it belongs to a woman. And yet, it does. This girl's muscular development is totally out-of-this world and indicative of her incredible strength. Rumour goes that she won the men's pro-weightlifters world championships at sixteen, but got disqualified, because she was caught blowing two of the head judges in the toilets during the competition! Just for the fun of it, she confided afterwards, because there was no need for bribing or whatsoever: she blew away the competition, crushing world record after world record! She made the headlines for weeks, much to the discontent of the Pentagon, who wanted to keep the girls from their military program low-profile...
Denim hotpants cling to her ballooning glutes, only covering a quarter of them, obviously showing-off her perfectly shaped and shiny Brazilian bubble-butt. It is the sheer amount of naked flesh that is immediately catching Matt's eye. As she turns around to look at him, he spots how her magnificent bust is hardly contained within the tight confines of a low-cut white halter top, two tiny threads keeping the garment to cover huge and protruding double-D tits--showing an indecent amount of cleavage. Her body, shiny from the oil it has been rubbed in with, is the extraordinary combination of an hourglass figure with ample feminine curves and over-the-top cartoon-like muscles. The sexiest of pornstars with ravishing supermodel-looks who easily outclasses roided male pro-bodybuilders in muscle mass! When she sexily struts from behind the desk for no other reason than showing off her specacular physique, he sees she is wearing custom-made Giuseppe Zanotti white 'Sharon' pumps with platforms and ankle straps that make her tower over mere mortals.
Matt notices that she was stooping over the president, whose arms and legs are taped to an iron chair. His frail white naked body stands in shrill contrast to the deeply tanned shiny hotbod of Bethany. He is gagged and judging from the look on his face, he is in terrible agony, although it is hard to make out what is the cause of it. Next to him is another iron chair with arm supports in which the seat has been removed. Matt is hard immediately: this woman plays in Denise's league. Despite the pain in his balls, his erection is straining, his cock as hard as can be.
- Hi babe. Like what you see?
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Great to see you posting more often! Can't wait for the next installment
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Great job with the continuation of the story! Loved the part where the girls use their guns to destroy a man. Very sexy! Karma+
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Matt silently and almost imperceptibly nods, staring in obvious awe at the curvacious female bodybuilder in front of him. The bulge in his pants is less imperceptible. He is so turned on by her sultry, ultra-sexy presence. When she licks her thick ruby lips--these lips force you into the craziest blowjob fantasies--Matt nearly loses control.
- Hehe. I knew you'd adore my outfit. ... You probably wonder why we remove the seat.
And she points to the empty chair with the removed seat next to the president. Even unflexed her arm is a muscular masterpiece: alive with hypertrophied muscle, veins snaking wildly over the shiny skin, a pumped-up ultra-powerful muscle-monster!
- That's to prevent you from messing yourself up. You'd be surprised how much a man involuntarily 'leaks' when he is challenged by a real woman.
She puts on the black leather gloves lying on the desk. She is so sexy, oozing a raw sexuality and brutal power. A natural born domme.
- And I'm not talking sperm here, Matt. I'm talking more basic excretions, linked to fear, terror, utter panic. Yeah, you don't want me to put you into that chair, baby, but if you cooperate, I won't have to.
Matt is scared shitless. He immediately recognizes how she takes sadistic pleasure in taking total control over him. Dayana smilingly remarks:
- Come on, Bethany. Don't frighten him too much. We may need him.
Matt stares in arousal at Bethany's rock-hard nipples that are clearly pierced, poking through the tiny white tank top which is really stretched to the max over her ample boobs. This woman is so gorgeous and she knows it.
- O, look who's talking. Fuck, Dayana! You fuckin' snuffed out all staff today, except for these two cute guys. Someone needs to clean up the mess afterwards, you said. And now you ask me not to frighten him too much... You're a sick bitch!
- Well, the two boys I kept alive, they're cooperative, aren't they? Where are they?
Bethany snaps her gloved fingers and two athletically built guys appear from behind a folding screen, totally naked, their hard-ons blatantly visible and by the way they look--a deep-purple blueish shiny glans so close to cumming, a super-straining shaft with veins unnaturally prominent--clearly the result of some drug-induced intervention. Their meagre four-inch erection straining and swollen to the max is certainly their maximum size. Dwarfed by the hulking presence of the ultra-sexy bodybuilding size queens, they look petrified, lost, ashamed, awfully embarassed, not knowing whether to hide their erection or what. It costs them an awfully big effort to walk normally, much to the amusement of the three ladies.
- Fuck, Beth, didn't you remove the butt-plugs we inserted? These are no ordinary butt-plugs we put in, but these Pentagon-produced 'stretchers'. They'll slowly open these guys up: the volume of these 'stretchers' increases every fifteen minutes with about an inch in length and half an inch in diameter. After a couple of hours these babies become total monsters!
- I know.
- Sick bitch! Even at the Pentagon their use is limited. Dayana got these two because she has been friendly to the warehouse stock manager.
- I know. We made a deal, didn't we, guys?
The men nod silently. Obediently. Petrified.
- I agreed with them they can remove the plugs when their erection is gone. Isn't that right? To be honest, I pumped them so full of drugs they're gonna be rock-hard for the rest of the fucking week! Hahaha! What they lack in size, they'll certainly compensate in stamina.
The girls burst out in laughter.
- We'll leave you to business, Beth. Call us if you need us. We will only be killing time, while you...
Bethany rips off her hotpants and jumps on the desk, agile like a cat, with a stupefying elegance considering her outrageously developed physique.
- Yeah! ... while I'll show that these muscles aren't just for show. Thanks, babes! It's pussy time.
- Keep it decent, B.!
While the two black über-babes make their theatrical exit by performing an impressive series of beautifully executed back handsprings and silently closing the door behind their broad backs, the gorgeous bimbo on the desk pushes herself very slowly into a power handstand. In total control she spreads her legs into a 180° split and orders one of the men to lick. Unfortunately, he cannot reach her seething pussy. Bethany bends her elbows to lower down and make him reach her totally shaven slit.
- Stick your tongue out and keep still.
Through handstand push-ups she frots her wet slit against his tongue and lips. Matt notices the incredible striations in her back and shoulders, her bis and tris bulging with power.
- Don't touch my clit, loverboy. Not yet. Do my labia.
Shaking with fear he immediately complies with her command and diligently start licking her ultra-sexy labia. If there is perfection, this is it. He feels her huge clit swell with arousal.
- Don't fucking touch my clit! Are you fucking deaf or what? Eat me properly, or I'll rip off your balls.
He licks like crazy, hoping Bethany will let him live. Hoping he will not become the object of a torture session with her--he has seen Dayana and Rowena slaughter dozens of his colleagues, using excessively brutal violence. Men who thought about spending an ordinary day at work, ended up dangling on meathooks or were nailed to torture tables. They took their victims on hour-long journeys of excruciating pain before a huge audience on the web, breaking them in, humiliating them sexually, systematically crushing every bone in their frail bodies. He did not know what was worse: the terrible sound of the men wailing, crying, pleading, and screaming, the wet crunchy sounds of breaking bones or the giggling and chit-chatting of the black beauties really taking their time doing cocks and balls.
- Don't worry, baby. The bad black bitches are gone. It's only me now. I know they forced you to watch and do the cleaning-up afterwards. Half of our container is already full with bodies. Well, you can't really call these gory heaps of human remains bodies. Get back behind the screen, because you don't wanna see me in action. I'm ten times worse.
Both men quickly disappear behind the folding screen. Bethany elegantly jumps off the desk, showcasing her gymnastic skills, intimidating Matt even further. By now, he is totally under her spell. He has lost himself. His throbbing member aches for release.
- Denise told me you are good with computers. That you are some sort of wizkid. Take a seat there in front of that computer system. Do you think you're able to get in?
Matt nods. Like in a dream.
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I love this latest update! I do have a question. Exactly how big are Denise and Bethany and the other girls? Height and weight?
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Glad you enjoy the story! :)
Denise is quite big: she's nearly 7 ft. tall and 348 lbs. of pure female muscle (weight may fluctuate a little). Beth is similar to Denise; the rest of the girls is a little smaller--which is still outrageously big compared to any ordinary mortal.
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I'm really happy to see Bethany back. I think she's my favorite of all your characters. The story where she escapes from prison, back handsprings her way to a couple of the guards so fast that they're unable to do anything, kills them with her high heels, and later takes another guard's machine gun and shoots him with it has always struck a chord with me.
Keep up the great work!
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I hope you like it! Suggestions are welcome... :)
- Don't try anything fancy or you can take a seat next to him. O yeah, and take off your clothes. I want to have access to your cock at all times. Make sure you're erect.
Matt undresses. A straining erection is obvious. He wants to throw himself at her feet, at her mercy. Obey the ultimate alpha-female who decides over the fate of her underlings who are totally devoted to her well-being, even at the expense of their own lives. Matt silently hopes she will milk him--or simply let him touch his cock.
- Good. Obedience just might save you, Matt. And even obedient men end up being scissored in half between my luscious legs. Can you imagine what disobedience means?
- Yes Mistress, I'll obey. Every command.
Bethany smiles arrogantly.
- Don't cum. If you do, I'll have to put you in that chair and you don't want that to happen.
- I'll do anything for you. Anything. To the best of my abilities.
Matt takes his seat in front of the big computer system.
- I know. If you fail to live up to my expectations, you'll spend the miserable rest of your life up in that chair. Now, Matt, check the cameras in the stadium. What is Denise doing?
Matt clicks the stadium-icon and on his left screen he sees high-quality footage of his girlfriend fucking the former champ in the cage. The audience goes berserk. His limbs have been ripped off and now she is performing a straddle split over his cock, sucking him in and out with her pussy muscles. With one of her hands around his neck she slowly chokes him. In the cage he sees dozens of corpses, all heavily mutilated. Matt gulps in amazement.
- And you know what's next? We'll close all exits and then your girlfriend will start to slaughter everyone present. Everyone. Just let it sink in, Matt. Every-fucking-one. What's left, is the betting money they put in. That's where you come in. Millions and millions of it, just for grabs. Get on with it!
He starts working the system. She removes the gag from the president's mouth.
- ... Please, Bethany. ... ... Please... You don't have to do this. Please. Oh for the love of God. I'll pay you anything.
- That's more like it, pops. But it's not what I want to hear. I want your master password and then I'll buy myself whatever I want.
- ... But... I thought... I thought... you liked me... On all these occasions you were so ... gentle. Even loving, caring...
- You mean the fucking? And your being allowed to lick my slit? Oh, you were such a gentleman. ... So eager to please me and you have a nice, thick cock. I like that. Besides, when you need intel from a man, it's always better to know him intimately. To know his fantasies. His fears.
The president's eyes widen in disbelief.
- And when you saved me from these thugs? Or when you assisted in negotiating my contracts? You were able to get conditions I could only dream of. All calculated self-interest?
Bethany grins and nods.
- Sure. Pure self-interest and a bit of fun too. The street thugs was pure fun: a dark, abondoned alley, twenty macho guys and a baseball bat. What more can a girl want? Well, a shower afterwards would have been welcome--all that fucking blood dripping from my curves!
The president remembers hearing the screaming, pleading and wailing of these guys being butchered to death. They came from intimate tête-à-tête at a very expensive restaurant where she had caused quite a stir with her extraordinary physique and provocative dress-code. A light pink, see-through crop tank top was stretched over her ballooning tits, obviously showing them off, her nipples all too visibly poking through the over-stretched fabric. Wet-look black leggings and knee-high shiny black boots with impossibly high-heeled stilettos gave the ravishing female bodybuilder her notorious dominatrix look. Stares and glances for men and women alike had not kept her from teasing him sexually all evening, working his crotch with the platform soles of her boots under the table. Or pushing her over-sized boobs close to his comparably tiny torso and massaging the bulge in his pants with her talented long-nailed fingers. He had to work so hard not to cum in his pants. To no avail: he came two times.
Ever since he hired this elite troop of female bodyguards--six super-sexy young bodybuilders--life has changed a lot. Lately his business partners and associates have become very cooperative, offering him deals in all kinds of associations, making his already booming business explode with profits. No wonder: his girls provided outrageous sexual services to everyone who signed profitable deals. Their sexual skills, expertise and appetites were out-of-this world! Rumours quickly spread that sexual favors were reserved for the cooperative. Little accidents happened to less cooperative partners: legs broken, fingers or teeth missing, feet crushed. Some even went missing. Within a couple of weeks hundreds had disappeared. His troop did not inform him, but he knew his girls were behind the disappearances. He had overheard Rowena boasting about how she had tortured some of them before she finally snuffed them out. Horrible! She roared with laughter when she told her sisters-in-arms about the numerous cock and ass insertions she had put them through and which only some had bravely endured. All guys finally broke when she impaled them on her strap-on dildo, a thick steel 15-inch monster she ripped them open with, brutally fucking their asses until they were torn apart by the sheer force of her thrusts. His other bodyguards responded with similar stories about men being ripped apart, raped, crushed or torture-fucked to gruesome deaths.
That evening in the alley, he was amused at first. When she elegantly tumbled towards these guys in a series of back handsprings--she oozed confidence and raw sexuality--he thought she had started operation 'intimidation'. To see a hulking female bodybuilder perform a gymnastic series with such powerful grace and speed, to witness how her ample curves, her ballooning glutes and protruding tits hardly contained within her outrageously sexy outfit, beautifully bounced and bulged, is poetry in motion. The fact that she performed her backflips on high-heeled platform boots only highlights her incredible gymnastic skills. This broad-shouldered gym monster combines brutal power with feminine elegance.
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Thanks, GaryH! Well, Denise will be back for sure... This is what happens 'in the meantime'. Any particular requests about how she should deal with her opponent? He's quite strong and talented, you know... ;D
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hero141 do you ever post your stories on other sites?
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Denise is going to slaughter everyone in the arena? Sounds like quite a job, even for her.
But I'm sure she's up to the challenge. Even if the men think they can overwhelm her with numbers, or perhaps there are security guards who are armed...Denise always finds a way to win. ;)
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Thanks hero141..
Well if you asking my opinion ... in beginning Denise should toy with her “strong” opponent, using her musclebody as a shield .. tiring her opponent. Then slowly raising her tempo .. muscle fucking him, if anyone intervened shouldn’t survive. And once her opponent is at her mercy, snuffing him slowly in her using her muscles ...
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Awesome stories as usual hero. Maybe in world cup spirit the girls could play a little football with the guys?
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Thanks for the suggestions. They'll turn up as the plot unfolds...
When she grabbed the leader by his balls and buried his face deep into her over-sized breasts, he still thought she was teaching him a lesson. But then Bethany began kneeing him in the groin. Repeatedly. Hard. Really hard. In total control. Her movements deliberate, focused, trained. Her shiny black legging quickly turned red from the enormous amount of blood flowing out of his groin, his pelvis crushed, his lower abdomen totally destroyed. His guts oozed out of the gaping wound between his legs, which dangled loose and lifelessly from his torso. When she released his head from the intimate encounter with the lush flesh of her big boobs, he did not even scream. His eyes had gone dim, his face was drawn in agony, you could see that precious life had been crushed out of his body. When she called 'who's next?' in that sultry melodious feminine voice of hers, he could see her boot disappear into the chest of the man standing next to her. Into his chest. Into. The elegantly executed karate-kick was so powerful, that her high-heeled stiletto re-appeared through his back, you could see his still-beating heart pierced by her stiletto, his ribcage totally crushed, demolished by the sheer force of her kick. He saw her grin salaciously.
When she finally grabbed the baseball bat, he could not bring himself to look on. He knew she would give in to her ultra-violent appetites and the guys would not stand a chance against this super-trained killing machine. Less than ten minutes later she came back, her body shining red, dripping with the blood and viscera of her victims. She grabbed his chin and forced her tongue deep into his mouth, sexily teasing his lips and tongue. He felt her hand going into his trousers and massaging his cock. As his penis grew to a full-size erection--a full ten incher!--, he could feel her mouth change into a smile. Bethany eagerly pushed him into the limo waiting for them and immediately jerked him off. She forced him into two blasting orgasms during the short ride home, carried him to the bedroom and fucked him for three long hours, using him like a living dildo, riding his cock like a raving animal, grinding and sucking it into her muscular pussy. That was when he became her fuckmate, forced to serve her nympho-appetites up to six or seven times a day. Saying no was no option. If he did, she simply raped him.
Now she gags him again--her muscular arms dwarfing him--and pushes a button connected with electric wires to a butt-plug and to a shiny needle that is sticking out of his fully erect penis, obviously a drug-induced erection. He goes haywire as heavy electric shocks are shooting through his body with varying intervals--maximum pain, minimum damage. His body shakes in excruciating pain, convulsing heavily, challenging the tightness of the tape around wrists and ankles. Liquid shit is pouring down his ass into the bucket under his chair. He is losing all control--the pain is overwhelming his nervous system. It is wrecking him. Bethany grins. She addresses the two men behind the folding screen.
- He is at it again. You two, make sure he doesn't pass out or I'll have you in the chair next to him.
The two men quickly re-appear, nod and watch her every move, terrified to make her mad. They are the sole survivors of Dayana's cleaning-up of the officials. The president is beyond himself. The torture is just too much--he is far beyond the end of his willpower. His eyes pleadingly look up to his gorgeous tormentor, begging to stop the torture. But she merely ridicules him.
- Stupid fuck! How fucking stupid can you be not to comply immediately with my requests? I'm an assassin. A fuckin' pro. What on earth made you think I'd let you live?
She slowly pushes her high-heeled stiletto into his bare foot, piercing it, but the electric shocks cause so much pain he does not even register the sudden intrusion... He merely faces her bulging, pumped-up muscle mass so beautifully contained within her ultra-arousing perfect hour-glass figure.
- Well, he shouldn't pass out for all the drugs I filled him up with. Let him bleed. I have other business to attend to.
Bethany knows all too well that he would talk right now if she would un-gag him, but she just loves his suffering. She enjoys how he is 'in the zone', totally engrossed in his own little world of suffering, past all bodily and mental control as his nervous system is over-stimulated by her inhumane torture. It turns her on immensely, her pussy is dripping wet. For Bethany men are no more than sorry vehicles for her pleasure and wherever she goes, she leaves a trail of male corpses--generally unrecognizably mutilated, showing signs of extreme torture. She is hardly 18 and already responsible for more than tens of thousand of brutal killings. Having slept with over two thousand men, her experience in fucking is crazy. She usually needs two or three porn-sized cocks and if the guys would live to tell--which they generally do not--they would agree she is probably the best fuck in the world...
- Well Matt, we meet again. Don't you wanna finish what we started?
Matt is petrified when she cartwheels towards him. Her movements are so fluid, so elegant. Her muscular body is so flexible.
- I'm a one woman man. I love Denise!
Bethany smiles and points at his huge erection.
- Great to hear that, but your penis tells a different story. Ever swallowed your own load?
Denise makes him swallow his sperm practically on a daily basis. It is not that bad. She fed him far worse--as reciprocal compensation for enjoying the fruits of her cosmic sexual skills. She had been edging him for hours and he cried for release, but she wouldn't grant him any, unless he swallowed his own shit. He did.
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Thanks for the latest update! I wouldn't want to meet Bethany in a dark alley...but maybe hide behind some trash cans and watch her in action...Making sure that she doesn't see me, of course...hehe...
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Is Bethany Latina like Denise? Does she have the same dark brown skin?
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Yes, Bethany is Latina like Denise--darkly tanned, no bikini-lines whatsoever--and indeed, meeting her in a dark alley could go very wrong. Hiding behind garbage cans and praying she doesn't see you being the only option. well, there is another option, but what would happen then? :)
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I love women with dark brown skin. I like the contrast between that and my pale skin, I guess.
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- Hahaha! I see. I wouldn't expect Denise to be easy on her men. ... Oops: man... Come on, Matt. You must have suspected she fed her pussy with other cocks.
Matt has been busy like hell trying to enter the severely protected computer system, and Bethany's forward talk is not helping him. Neither is the footage he has been continually confronted with on the computer screen. Every time he thinks he has gained access to the system--and it takes all his expertise to do so, he gets bombarded with footage from Denise in the cage. And he cannot help but being intimiated by what he sees on the screen.
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The champ is moving cautiously around the roided-out power-chick physically totally dominating the cage. Her incredible muscle bulk is nothing short of incredible--a bodybuilding miracle--, but it is the combination with her ultra-sexy femine curves, her raw sensuality, the arousing aura of her out-of-this-world beauty which make her a walking wet dream, the ultimate überbabe. The fight has just started and you can see that the champ is a talented fighter, anxiously reading the movements of his adversary, carefully preparing his attacks. He does not take any chances and does not underestimate his female opponent. His first well-aimed kick hits her side, the kidney-area, and it is somewhat blocked by her arm. Yet, the impact is clear enough. A second and a third kick hit the same area, but this time her humongous arm absorbs the power of the kicks which is considerable because it forces her to take a step sidewards...
- Fuckin' cunt! I'll kill ya. Nobody's invincible. Not even a roided badass bitch like you.
The 7 ft. and 348 lbs. of bulging and obscenely pumped-up female brawn make his pretty, muscular body look plain. She is so freakin' big, yet so perfectly proportioned. She towers over her opponent, wantonly licking her upper lip, moving her long-nailed index finger over her big beautiful breasts. This is a muscle beast. A bodybuilding monster. She smiles, her gorgeous super-model facial features cannot hide the ultra-sadistic intent behind the salacious grin.
- You're pathetic. Think about it for a sec: I rip people apart for a living. I crush them or tear off their limbs and I fuckin' love it. I sometimes end up slaughtering over a thousand men a day. A thousand, champ. A thousand.
Her fingers almost automatically move over her impressive cobblestone abs in the direction of her eager pussy. These elegant fingers, merciless instruments in the most horrific monstrosities, now most gently and sensually tickle the most-wanted pussy of the universe.
- People say I'm addicted to ultra-violence, but they don't know even know the beginning of it: it simply gets me off.
- Sick bitch! Ask someone else to suck your dick!
A sly, amused grin appears on Denise's gorgeous face. It is unclear if this is caused by his attempts to behave bravely or by the prospect of snuffing out an alpha-male, or both.
- What did you just say?
The tone in her voice changes from pleasantly mocking to dangerously aggressive. If looks could kill, he would be dead a million times: her mysterious dark-brown eyes are burning with anger! Denise flexes her arms in an out-of-this-world biceps pose, the incredible muscles explode in size and differentiation, thick veins menacingly snake over her evenly and darkly tanned skin. These arms are by far the most spectacularly muscular limbs he has ever seen in his life, the unattainable dream of every pro male bodybuilder, here being flexed by a total female hottie whose pornstar curves make her ultra-fit physique every schmoe's ultimate fantasy.
- What did you just fucking say? Inferior fuck, what did you say?
He is transfixed as her huge arms transform into twin mountain ranges of pure female muscle power: the ballooning biceps look alive, excessive muscle striations and thick veins adorn the flexed pumped-up miracles. The size of these babies is sick! Freakishly bulging mounds of the most developed muscles he has ever witnessed. The champ gulps.
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They're back! Woo hoo!
Are Denise and Bethany 7 feet tall with their high heels or without?
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The fight continues. Enjoy!
- ... Nothing... Just... uhm...
- I could force you to lick my clit for a week. Or have your ass raped for weeks by men willing to do anything for me to save their asses... The last fucker that 'failed to suck my dick', has been dangling on meathooks for two months now, every bone in his body broken several times, skinned alive and every bloody square inch of his flesh is pierced with burning hot nails--I have servants whose main preoccupation is to diligently replace these nails, nails that are glowing orange-red from the extreme temperature, again and again. You should hear the sizzling, scorching sound when these nails enter his flesh. Music to my ears. He has been begging me to kill him from day two, but I don't care: I fill him up with drugs to make him last. And he will last long, just to see the error of his ways: days and nights filled with pain, unbearable pain.
He is starting to get under her spell, totally enthralled by the impressive physical show-off and captivated by the tales from her torture crypt. It is horrific enough to hear these tales of sadistic ultra-torture, but to hear them out of the sensual mouth of a drop-dead gorgeous, ultra-sexy female muscle beast is something else. Bodybuilding has transformed her body into a weapon of mass destruction--this exotic beauty with obvious Latina roots has a physique that holds the dangerous combination of exaggerated curves and bulging muscle. Capable of both generating the highest forms of orgasmic pleasure as well as inflicting inhumane levels of horrific pain, whichever she feels like suits you best.
- Oh my God...
And operation intimidation continues. She moves like a bikini competitor through the cage, in that slow gracious and confident strut with the wanton exaggerated swaying of the hips, the big ballooning breasts protruding and jutting sexily. The audience is equally in awe: most men cannot keep themselves from secretly touching their rock-hared cocks through their trousers. The sheer amount and blatant display of raw sensuality in the cage drives them crazy with lust. Without meaning to, the champ imagines how Denise's victims must have enjoyed being up close with this gorgeous torture goddess. Her body is an adult amusement park: huge chest, tight stomach, narrow waist, huge ass surrounded by inches above inches of unreal muscle.
- Don't underestimate the effect of pain. Or pleasure. I could fuck you in ways your bikini bimbos never even thought about. I've been trained in fucking men's brains out at the Pentagon. Six years studying the male anatomy, male sexual fantasies and daily practice with all sorts of cocks in all types of positions make me quite a fuck. I know your cock better than you do--I can control when and how you cum way better than you will ever be able to. Just imagine what these curves can mean to you...
Bodybuilding has transformed this miracle of female beauty and hotness into a hyper-muscular, ultra-dominant sex goddess. Men crawl in total submission to be allowed a chance--however small--to lick the soles of her boots. Let alone what they would be willing to do to be allowed a chance to lick her sizzling pussy. Only the biggest studs get the chance. For Denise size does matter. It is all that matters. The champ is intimidated and cannot stop himself from fantasizing how she must force men to coat her shiny tits with huge loads of sperm, which would drip from these heavenly globes--uselessly--while her bulging arms rip these poor guys to shreds.
- ... Yeah, I see what you think, champ.
She grins as the man before her stares in awe at her breathtaking physique: a roided muscle mass so dense and shredded that she looks more like the cartoon-version of the muscular figures in anatomy books. Only Denise is real. Deadly real.
- A long time before I'm finished with them, they scream themselves hoarse, begging for death. I'm not a beast, champ. I'm a lot worse. To be an expert torturer, more is needed than sheer muscle power--not that I haven't got plenty of it.
He gulps in terror. A quick look at her ravishing armor-plated stomach, an impressive eight-pack with tight deep ridges between the shiny cobbled abdominals, is enough to know she plays in a league of her own.
- But there's more than power and strength. You must be schooled in the science of anatomy, male psychology and the male nervous system. You must embrace torture as an art form and that is why I excel in it. I'm the biggest artist since Pol Pot or Stalin. Or the fuckin' nazis for that matter. They were mere children at play. I'm so-fuckin'-evil. The Devil would shit his pants if he faced me.
Or shoot his load for that matter. Denise is simply beyond evil. She's a total monster. Suddenly Denise's leg lashes out--out of nothing--a strike like lightning hitting his unprotected shoulder. Her razor-sharp stiletto heel pierces his flesh, deeply penetrating the well-deveoped muscle and tissue of his shoulder joint. With a visible smile on her beautiful face, she flexes the terrifyingly bulging muscles in her long sleek leg and with a slight extra nudge of her foot she forces her stiletto heel upwards to audibly tear through his shoulder, ripping open his flesh, leaving a deep cut, drawing first blood. The champ screams in pain.
- Fucking cunt! I'll rape you in your fucking ass.
She mockingly sighs and throatily pleads...
- Ooo, I'd love that, champ. Can you get hard for me? Please?
Her action has not quite dismembered or 'disarmed' him, but probably kicked his arm out of commission. He takes a quick look at the damage, and realizes that her kick was intended to only superficially damage him. She could as well have kicked him to death there and then, but she did not. His face distorts in pain, but he is in the zone--sheer adrenalin drives him on. Doubt is further seeping in. Denise grins.
- Shut up, male piece of shit! I only want blood and sperm, no spit.
He responds with a beautiful combination of left and right hooks, and shows his arm still works--although the brute force he normally disposes of has diminished somewhat. He manages to hit her chin, but she is able to dodge his arm, leaving the impact of his fists superficial at best. The agility of her movements and the ease with which she blocks his attacks really start to frighten him. She surely knows how to fight.
- Imagine a beast, prizefighter. A beast who hasn't eaten for months, and is now confronted with an easy prey to devour at will. Do you think the beast will ask for permission to feast?
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Hey, I really like how Denise uses her high heels in fights. She can fight like a man, but this reminds you she is all woman!
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I'm definitely looking forward to the part where Denise slaughters everyone in the arena! I hope it involves lots of back handsprings and firearms.
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is right fist immediately aims for her chin again, but the smiling beauty turns out to be much too quick. She stops his fist in mid-air, grabs his clenched fingers in hers and starts to close her hand, crushing his. Slowly. Very slowly. Savoring his agony.
- No, she won't.
Her other hand goes into his trousers and cups his crotch--a sexually forward act so many men find arousing, but Denise has the naughty habit grabbing her lovers' cocks whenever she feels like it. Matt indeed never got used to this habit of Denise: whether they were at a restaurant or a party, in the gym, in a shop or just walking the streets, she would suddenly grab his penis in or through his trousers and tease him. And she was so freakin' good at this. Her touch is so electrifying, her fingers so fabulously skilled that she usually forced Matt into orgasm eventually--just loving the by-standers' reactions of surprise, shock or fear and his feelings of shame as she owned his cock.
- Men find my grip heavenly. It is.
Matt, watching the screen, surely remembers how heavenly her grip is. Sometimes she took her time to drive him to a cosmic orgasm--so big he nearly fainted from the extreme arousal--, sometimes one or two magical strokes of her talented hands were enough to empty his balls in her hand. At parties or in restaurants she could easily spend hours edging him--she would arouse him to such a degree, that he could only think of her hand around his penis, refraining from conversation or interaction with his friends. Captive to her hand around his cock. They found Matt's silence strange but they were equally aroused by Denise's presence, having a hard time to behave normally in front of so much sexiness. Men are mere toys in her hands. Toys you play around with. Have fun with. And break if you are bored with them.
Matt once went to the toilet to release some of the sexual tension she had built up all evening--it was their second date--, but she caught him masturbating on the toilet. Well, he had actually locked himself into one of the restrooms, but Denise had followed him and had ripped the door out of its hinges only to find him cuming in his hand. She was standing there in her super-sexy, all-revealing shiny black leather catsuit, the high-heeled black platform boots completing her kinky domme look, and grinned salaciously. His ultimate fantasy. That supremely muscled, magnificent body. Her shiny huge tits nearly burst out of the suit, her indecent cleavage--one could half see her sexily pierced nipples--being center of attention in the nightclub the whole evening. She grabbed his collar and lifted his ear close to her mouth and huskily wispered that if he ever masturbated again, she would turn him into a legless and armless castrated cripple, for whom even something as self-evident as to piss would be an insurmountable challenge. Throwing him over her broad shoulder, utterly uncaring about his pants still being down around his ankles, she stepped through the club, his naked ass exposed for all to enjoy, but people only noticed the extravagant big-titted, leather-clad powerhouse carrying her prey.
The taxi-ride to her place was nothing less than crazy: she stripped him naked before throwing him into the backseat of the cab--simply ripping his clothes to shreds, only leaving his shoes on. Then the ravishing Latina got into the cab herself, forcing her lush curves and insane muscle bulk into the back seat--her weight simply shifting the total weight of the car. The driver could not believe his eyes when he saw the hulking sex-bomb take a seat next to the naked man. He noticed how her muscles danced beneath the shiny black leather catsuit, stretching it to the max, showing the imprints of thick veins meandering over her ultra-muscular, perfectly sculpted skin. When he saw her gloriously oiled breasts sensually bursting out of the suit, he went nuts with arousal. Denise showed him $200 and hid the bills in her impressive cleavage. She ordered him the address, put her index finger over her lips as a sign to keep silent and made the universal sign of a blowjob. The driver averted his gaze in shame and wonder, but when he looked up again in the rearview mirror, he saw her seductively smiling at him, her hand showing she would jerk him off if he kept silent. His heart raced like a maniac, his fantasy doing overtime. He had never seen a female bodybuilder up close, let alone this muscle-bound sexual predator, dressed-to-kill, fit-as-fuck.
Like in a dream, he started driving, until he suddenly saw her positioning her partner over the front seat and brutally inserted two long-nailed fingers in his exposed ass. Matt remembered how he begged her for mercy, and how he felt humiliated to his core that this taxi driver was there when she raped his ass. The driver even hushed him, while Denise talked dirty. By the time they arrived at her place, she was fisting him. Hard. Dominantly. Making sure the driver had perfect view of her pumped-up biceps, a monster by all standards, but these hypertrophied mounds of meat bulged so prominently, they would dwarf any male pro in size and differentiation. Denise threw him out of the car, ordering him to go up to her appartment and wait for her at the door. Like the fucking dog he was.
She got out too, strutted around the front of the car--obviously showing off her lush curves hardly contained within the skintight shiny catsuit--and beckoned the driver to open his window. Denise bent over, laying one arm on the open window, sexily wiggling her ass, not to drive men to a tissue moment, but just to feel her thong rubbing her ultra-sensitive labia. How she craved for tongue-action. Her thong was neatly visible through the leather, her striated ass-cheeks bubbling firm and round, stretching the leather to the max. He stared in complete awe at her mighty forearm, vascular beyond belief, as she removed the plastic glove she fisted Matt with. It dripped with shit and the lotion it had been so lavishly greased with. He looked at her with a face full of expectation, but you could tell he felt quite uncertain and intimidated by her overwhelming presence. She granted him full view of her deep cleavage as she withdrew the $200 and handed it to him.
The driver had never seen boobs so big and firm up close--sure, he had often drooled over athletically built women with large fake boobs. Having a female bodybuilder in obvious competition shape, with a perfect hourglass figure, whose alluringly shiny flesh of her protruding bust invitingly hanging through your car window, was more than he ever bargained for. Having her long-nailed index finger traveling from your lips over your torso to your crotch, which was dripping wet and showed numerous sperm stains, is living a dream. Denise grinned wantonly as she took out his penis and got him rock-hard again with a few talented strokes. Nothing came more natural to this voluptuous young sex-freak than handling cocks. Manipulated thousands and thousands of them. She just loved the size of his cock in her experienced hand: a huge, thick and veiny shaft built for pleasure, but he was too aroused to be of any good use. Besides, she had her boyfriend diligently waiting for her and he would be very willing to do anything to please her. Not that she would ask him. She would not even have to force him. That was the paradoxical thing about having this ultra-muscular, super-fit body trained to kill: men were so intimidated by her obvious physical superiority, she seldom had to put her physique into action. The moment she simultaneously manipulated balls and shaft he came like a hose, shooting thick loads of sperm all over the dashboard, much to the amusement of the muscular pin-up, who opened the door, pulled him out of his car, closed the door again and positioned his crotch high-up through his open window. Before he had time to recover from his major orgasm, she pushed the button to close the window automatically. He frantically tried to escape but she effortlessly kept him in place, until he felt cold glass touching his scrotum. His only hope was the security system to the automatic window, but suddenly all was pain. No security system, only the cold, razor-sharp glass cutting through his frail male flesh. With unexpected ease, he was castrated by the window of his own car, blood quickly splattering all over the window. Denise left the man crawling in agony on the ground, making sure she kept away from the fountain of blood spraying from his crotch. Quickly enough, her booted foot kicked him into silence--blood and brain matter quickly spreading all over the pavement. She could not subdue a mischievous smile as she saw his penis lying on the driver-seat, still half-erect from her orgasmic minstrations...
She looked around, hoping there would be witnesses she would have to eliminate, but the streets were deserted and silent at that time of night. She opened the trunk of the taxi, grabbed the mutilated corpse and unceremoniously threw him into the trunk. Like a tigress she speeded to her luxurious penthouse where Matt was waiting for her--as soon as he saw her coming, his cock went rock-hard, a huge specimen. Denise passionately embraced him, pulling his naked torso against her leather catsuit and overwhelmed him with a deep wet kiss, while frotting her monstrously muscular thigh softly against his crotch. The touch of her muscles contained within the over-stretched leather felt so good, he came all over her legs withing seconds. He looked in panic, but she hushed him that this did not count as masturbation, but that this would be his last orgasm for a while. She unlocked the door to her penthouse suite, walls covered with artworks worth billions of dollars--and raped his ass all night, fucking him senseless, intruding his virgin asshole with increasingly bigger strap-ons until after five hours of brutal sex, she impaled him on a 20 inch monster cock, ramming the huge steel rod mercilessly down his already seriously sodomized ass. Time and again. For two seemingly endless hours of pain and agony. He could not go to work for three weeks--he knew then he could never disobey an order and whatever she wanted she got. He became her sex slave, obeying every command without the slightest hesitation, serving her.
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- Well darling. Looks like I have a crush on you. Which hand do you want me to close first?
He feels his fingers give in to the pressure and the screaming starts...
- I imagined you'd choose that one. I'm gonna need that cock of yours. Hope you're up to my power-slit. Men tell me it's wet and tight. It is...
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All of a sudden Matt is taken out of his reverie when Bethany places her hand on the keyboard, changing the obviously recorded footage to live coverage of the fight in the cage. The fight has transformed into a snuff sex scene in which Denise is fucking the living daylights out of the champ, riding his cock with an intensity which leaves no doubt about who is the superior alpha. You can see how she violently crushes the pelvis of her lover with each thrust of her hips. His well-trained, muscular physique is just no way up to the confrontation with her jacked and gloriously bulging His penis is being mangled in her pussy--it looks blueish-red. Sperm is literally dripping from her mighty muscular curves--she must have milked him plenty of times! Her breasts are coated with semen.
- Your babe is having fun, don't you think? My hand usually crushes balls too after I'm done with the hands.
Matt gulps in wonder when he looks at Bethany's big strong hand on the keyboard, the impossibly long and beautifully polished fake nails make him think about how these cuties may both tickle your cock into bliss or rip it to shreds.
- You love my nails, Matt?
- Oh yes. I love them.
Bethany indeed notices how Matt loves her nails: she can see his naked member throbbing in sheer excitement as more blood rushes to his cock which begins to twitch as precum seeps out of its head.
- Any fantasies you wanna share with me?
- ... ... ...
The slight hesitation makes her grab his hair and she savagely pulls his head backwards. Before he knows it, Bethany has driven two long-nailed fingers into his mouth, making him gag uncontrollably.
- I asked you a simple question, Matt.
Matt feels her talented fingers pushing down the right spot in his throat, stimulating him to gag heavily and continuously. She tortures him like that for a couple of minutes and then looks at him for an answer. He is terrified.
- I would love to have these nails touch my cock, Mistress. ... Or massage my prostate. ... Or doing both. You're so gorgeous. You're my ultimate fantasy.
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Hot! Love how she castrates the guy with the car window.
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And some more... Enjoy! ;D
Ever since she put on these tiny finger-less gloves all in shiny black leather, showcasing her super-long fake nails, the claws of a superior domme, Matt has been mesmerized. Despite her monstrously muscular physique, everything about Bethany retains that delicate female sensuality, not in the least because of her spectacular hourglass figure and that magnificent pair of boobs! The long nails, the perfect make-up and the provocative clothing complete the image of a total wonder woman, a sex goddess.
- Of course I'm your ultimate fantasy. I'm every fucking man's ultimate fantasy.
She moves her gloved hands sensually over his naked chest, twitching his nipples, caressing his nice six-pack until she slowly moves her talented fingers under his crotch, massaging his asshole while manipulating his shaft with her nails. Almost gently. Lovingly. This muscle babe surely knows her way around a man's crotch. Matt's level of arousal goes sky-high, a huge orgasm imminent.
- Your hand... Oh Bethany, please... Your hand feels so good... Let me cum, please... Please...
- Show some fucking control, will ya? What is size without stamina, fucking pig!
Matt looks up into the beautiful eyes of his tormentor and sees them shine with monstrous glee as a sadistic grin appears across her sensual mouth. Matt cannot help but fantasize how many cocks she must have blown into a blissful orgasm with these shiny, thick, sensual lips. He cannot help but imagining being her lover and having this ultra-trained, muscular pin-up investing all her assets into his pleasure. How she would physically overwhelm and totally dominate him with her muscular über-body, a female muscle beast scientifically engineered and trained to be the ultimate killing machine--her elaborate knowledge of the male anatomy usually serving to inflict maximum pain or damage, now allowing her to provide him maximum pleasure. The experienced hands that usually rip off limbs, tear apart men, crush skulls or savagely smash faces, would then gently manipulate him into a mind-blowing orgasm... That would be sexual nirvana! However, he is quickly taken out of his reverie.
- I promised to put you in the chair if you cum. Well, I'll make you fucking swallow that huge cock of yours too. Now lick my arm, worship my biceps.
Matt looks in awe at the swollen bulbous mounds of her biceps. Her arm looks like it is carved out of solid marble. The sleek, perfectly tanned skin covers a sea of hypertrophied muscle mass seeming to live a life of its own: the slightest movement of her experienced fingers under his swollen testicles causes the solid thick twitching chucks of muscle to bulge and flex under his worshiping lips. He is terrified when he touches her hard bulging biceps which flare out with angry tricep hooks. Her viciously jacked forearm is covered with veins prominently snaking over the deeply tanned skin. This curvy Latina is pumped!
- Yeah, that's it. Lick. You should see a guy gag and puke when he's forced to chew on his cock and balls. People are naturally repulsed eating their own body, but when I'm around, men tend to put just a little more effort into their attempts to please me. Needless to say that I always set an example with the first man who hesitates. They quickly see the error of their ways. Some guys at the Pentagon call me the Goddess of Slaughter. The last couple of days I've been perfecting my technique to kill a man by ripping him apart from below starting from inside his asshole. God, I practiced on hundreds of guys in the dungeons of the Pentagon. Made them watch every kill, until it was their turn. What a treat to practice on real meat. Needless to say that my skill to tear a man apart from his ass, is mindblowingly perfect.
- My God...! ... Are you... Are you an assassin too...? I mean from ... for... ... from the Pentagon?
The experienced fingers of the hulking überbabe work their magic on his crotch--he knows he cannot hold this much longer... Feeling her melon-sized, perfectly shaped tits resting on his shoulder drives him crazy with lust, the regal double-D neatly contained within the all-revealing tank top, nearly touches his cheek.
- Yeah, Matt, I'd start shitting my pants. I'm so much more than an assassin. Developed at the Pentagon, trained in Russia with the secret service, ex-KGB-guys. Ruthless, cold-blooded killers. So fucking good at their job. Russia as a country goes to pieces, but security budget only increased. The facilities, oh God, it makes me wet when I think about them... We were allowed to train on civilians. Slaughtered whole villages in Siberia. No one cared. I had thousands of men stacked in pens, hungered, only to serve as meat for my brutalities. Now and then I had to perform secret missions which followed strict scenarios, mostly setting gruesome examples by exterminating the regime's political opponents. Ultra-sadistic, brutally dramatic snuff-stuff, not for the faint of heart. I always got a team of seven boys joining me, me doing the torturing and slaughtering, they doing the cleaning-up after I was done. My superiors only expected five of them to return, so they were completely at my mercy, happy to comply with anything I ordered them to do. Gotta love Russia!
- Oh, please, Bethany. ... I can't hold it any more. ... .... Gonna cum. ... Please! ...
Luckily for Matt she withdraws her hand and he quickly slaps his cock the way Denise did when he was too aroused to prevent him from cumming too early. His slap is hard and painful, but very efficient. He remains rock-hard however, much to the amusement of Bethany.
- Ha, Denise trained you well, I see. I hope she wasn't too hard on ya. Her resumé contains passages that would be considered over the top to even feature in a horror movie! But then again, I know she loves big cock.
Bethany mover her long-nailed index finger along the length of his erect shaft. He shiver at her delicate touch.
- And yours is a beauty, Matt. I like your cock. It's fucking huge. But I'm not as easily seduced as Denise: I prefer my collection of dildos. So much bigger, so much harder and so much more dependable. Never shoot too early or go flaccid. And they don't break that easily... Doesn't mean I don't use cocks.
Suddenly she slaps the swollen glans of his rigid standing penis four times in rapid succession. Really violent and brutal strikes. Matt's shock and pain are terrible: tears form and run down his cheeks. His chest heaves with suppressed sobs. Bethany grins in disdain as his cock goes flaccid. She knows exactly where to slap, for she did this thousands of times before upon the usually smaller but equally vulnerable manhood of countless other men.
- I use them for pain, more than for pleasure. For the men, that is.
In a wickedly cruel female voice, she snarls:
- What the fuck are you crying about, you whining piece of shit? In my world men consider having me slapping their cock as an act of pleasure. When you're impaled on a vertically standing barbell heated up to more than 500 degrees and having electric shocks sent up your ass with me brutally milking your drug-induced erect cock with my leather gloved hands for an hour, then you can cry. That is pain. When I start squashing testicles, while brutally jerking until the foreskin tears apart, that's pain. When men start begging for death, that's pain.
When he looks up at the big-boobed, roided-out female bodybuilder, her ultra-sexy hourglass figure bursting with outrageous muscular development, he gets hard again, despite his mortal fear.
- I'm sorry, Bethany. ... Oh God, ... I'm so sorry. ... Forgive me, please! ... I'll do anything for you--you're so hot!
With visible pleasure she shows off her crazy arms by striking a double-biceps pose sexily turning her wrists and sensually opening her long-nailed fingers Masino-style. The twin peaks of swollen meat bulge to maximal, really monumental proportions! Matt averts his eyes from so much hotness, his cock throbbing with arousal.
- You would like me to give you a prostate hand-job... Be careful what you ask for. Fucking female bodybuilders comes at a cost, you know.
Matt sure does know that dating a female bodybuilder comes at a cost. With Denise only two things really mattered: fucking and training. And fucking. And fucking. She was so freakishly demanding, never satisfied and so quickly to punish him when he did not live up to her expectations. He felt like a walking dildo, although she confided that she strongly suppressed her sexual urges not to fuck him to death. One look at the president in the chair reminds Matt how dangerous it can be: the man is beyond himself. Saliva is running along his chin, long surpassed groans of total animal agony escape from his gagged mouth. Time and again you see for the briefest of seconds his face freeze, the corners of his mouth stretching downward, mouth drawn in agony, face soaked with tears every time when the electricity is applied to his rectum and drug-induced erection. Matt marvels in terror at how docile and easy the once powerful man has become. His body is soaked in sweat. His eyes look pleadingly at his muscle-bound tormentor, but she does not grant him one look. His two sidekicks--the men ordered to watch and report strange behavior--watch him suffer, carefully monitoring every reaction, hoping that Bethany will remove the 'stretchers' from their asses, which they feel growing to monstrous size inside their bowels.
- Don't tell me about the cost... I know all about the cost.
- You know fuckin' shit, Matt! Denise may be into long, seemingly monogamous relationships--I'm not. My longest relationship lasted a week: I chained him to my bed on day one and tortured him for a week. I didn't want to end it that quickly, but he begged me to kill him after a week of suffering. How could I resist such a wish from my lover? You know, I love to crush a guy's skull in the crook of my arm by just flexing these monsters after a grueling work-out, when they are so pumped-up, they nearly burst from my skin. See? You love my dominance, don't ya?
Matt sees the veins pumping blood from these pinnacles of muscular development, these twin mounds of female superiority. It is simply anatomic perfection: the beautiful ridges crossing the endless inches of bulbous mass, the differentiation of the freakishly swollen muscle is out-of-this-world. He has to slap his erection again to prevent himself from cumming.
- Please, Bethany... Don't toy with me like that.
When she slowly, sexily peels off her over-stretched white halter top, revealing two of the most arousing breasts he has ever laid his eyes on: round, big, firm, shiny from the oil they have been massaged with, deeply tanned, the nips rock-hard, Matt loses his self-control. He is forced to slap his cock time and again, but without much result: little drips of precum are becoming visible, slowly dripping over his glans, which has a blueish-purple shine to it from the extreme excitement. Matt suddenly starts to sob uncontrollably. Between his crying fits and infantile sounding pleadings for mercy and heartfelt apologies for his throbbing erection, he keeps hitting his cock, trying to prevent a huge orgasm. Finally, he goes flaccid.
- You seem to love my boobs too. Is there something about me you don't like, Matt? My sadism perhaps? My torture skills?
Matt starts peeing himself from terror and dread as he begins to weep again.
- Don't worry, Matt. You'll do a lot more of that and other things before we're through here. How's the job with the computer? Are you in? Or do I have to ask the president again?
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Suddenly one of the young guys who has been ordered to watch the president, comes closer, walking awkwardly and whispers:
- ... Beth... Bethany... The president is dying... He is losing it... Come...
She savagely pulls him intimidatingly close by his hair, almost treating him like a rag-doll, and throatily hisses:
- Yeah, baby. What's up? I know: he's going into shock and will lose consciousness within a couple of minutes. And then he'll miss all the fun. I cannot allow that now, can I?
- ... No, Goddess... No, please... ...
- You want me to pull out the butt-plug, don't ya? It's hurting you, isn't it?
He sighs with relief. He has been trying to act normally, but in the face of the 'stretchers' steadily growing in his asshole, tearing apart his rectum, this has been an act of sheer bravery.
- Turn around and bend over. And don't make a sound.
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I am happy to see that Bethany and Denise are still at it!
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Great to see another update, but I was hoping for more killing...Bethany and Denise effortlessly slaughtering large numbers of physically inferior males is the most alluring part of the stories. ;)
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hero141, just wanted to say that you still have fans following this story! Luv Denise and Bethany.
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Thanks, cdefan! Working on it: Bethany is having her way with the 'physically inferior males' in the President's room. Fuck! She's totally hot and insane. You'll totally dig it: she only cares for money, muscles, ultra-violence and a whole lot of sex! Matt is hoping for mercy--and the return of Denise. A good idea?
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Good to hear from you hero141! I am looking forward to Denise and Beth using their muscles, speed, and gymnastics to destroy their aroused but unfortunate men!
Katarina
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Thanks, cdefan! Working on it: Bethany is having her way with the 'physically inferior males' in the President's room. Fuck! She's totally hot and insane. You'll totally dig it: she only cares for money, muscles, ultra-violence and a whole lot of sex! Matt is hoping for mercy--and the return of Denise. A good idea?
As long as there's lots of killing and lots of backflips, it sounds good to me...However, it won't be nearly as good for Matt or any other guy...hehe
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He quickly complies, happy to be relieved of so much suffering. His ass feels like it is going to explode--the infernal device has been tearing apart his virgin asshole and sodomizing his abdomen ever since she inserted it. Bethany salaciously winks to Matt as she brutally pushes the monstrously big putt-plug further into his ass and abdomen. The poor man rolls over the floor in complete agony, gulping and convulsing heavily. He squeals like a pig, a primal scream full of despair--he is beyond himself, totally spent and still suffering big time.
- Oops. I did it again. Consider yourself lucky I didn't push my arm in.
With narcissistic pleasure she flexes her humongous biceps and lasciviously licks the swollen, bulbous mound surrounded by snaking veins. This woman is huge and yet so perfectly, so arousingly feminine. She proudly struts around the office, totally in love with herself, relishing how her massive muscular physique impresses the men in the room. It blows them away, scaring the shit out of them!
- My God, I'm so fucking muscular. Ever seen a bodybuilding babe with an outrageously sexy body like this? Get up and come here. I'll free you now.
In an act of sheer willpower, he manages to crawl towards the hulking brunette towering over him. Matt notices how the naked wonder-woman enjoys every moment of the boy's suffering as he slowly crosses the five yards separating him from his worst nightmare. He does not even feel how her talented fingers go into his rectum and neutralize the device, which she appreciatively puts on the table. It drips with blood, shit and other bodily fluids. His asshole has been transformed into a ghastly gaping hole, the sphinxter muscle totally over-stretched, but he gasps in utter relief. Tears are running down his cheeks.
- What a device. You should see your ass, baby. It's freakin' huge! That tight and sensitive virgin asshole from this morning changed into a giant and invitingly stretched pegging hole. Good boy.
Before he has time to recover, she drives her fist into the unnaturally big hole. He gasps in shock, because her fist's entry is all but gentle.
- I asked you to keep quiet, but you screamed like a baby. I like my men quiet and obedient. Watch carefully, guys: I'll show you one of the many ways I treat disobedience.
One hand holds his shoulder, keeping him firmly trapped--there is no need whatsoever to dig her fingers so deep into his flesh, but just to enjoy the feeling of her long nails crushing his collarbone, she does. The pain burns through his shoulder as the bones give in with an eerie crunchy noise to the vicious assault of her ultra-strong fingers.
- Ever been fisted by a bodybuilder, baby? Men say I'm a real pain in the ass. Let's see if you agree. Hahaha!
He is reduced to groans and grunts. To whimpering. The pain in his shoulder is so overwhelming that he hardly realizes how her fist brutally moves in and out of his ass, lubricants being unnecessary if you consider the raw force of her violent thrusts and the irrevocable damage the 'stretchers' did to his sphinxter. When Bethany opens up her fist in his ass, his abdomen and rectum prove to be no match for her razor-sharp ultra-long nails: he feels how she expertly tears apart his ass!
- Why waste lubricants when you've got blood. Scream, darling.
And how he screams. A primal sound. Shrill, chilling to the bone. Blood oozes from his ass.
- Yeah, fucking scream. Beg me to stop. Beg for mercy.
The super-busty bodybuilder licks her lips in arousal and in anticipation of what is to come. It is obvious that it does not cost her any effort at all to crush his collarbone between thumb and index. Demolishing a frail male body with her bare hands is peanuts compared to the heavy training her ultra-powerful physique has been subjected to since childhood. Heavy training is certainly an understatement for the hours of excessively heavy gym routines, advanced martial arts training and the relentless hours of Olympic level gymnastics. No wonder the girls from the notorious 'Pentagon 7 Program' are totally off the scale. The advanced genetic engineering, the intensive hormonal treatments combined with spartan training methods transformed these gorgeous power-babes into one-person armies. The sheer amount of fourth generation roids they had to swallow--that is what these roids are called at the Pentagon: they have all the positive muscle and power-building characteristics without the nasty masculine side-effects--makes the actual bodybuilding world look clean. Their hourglass physiques are anatomic perfection, as big as they are powerful, as sexy as they are strong. The only side-effect the engineers did not care about was the increased sex-drive. The girls on the program were walking sexual predators, fucking any man they could lay their lethal hands on and with a body to match its desire, it was more rape than sex. They simply enjoyed using their bulgingly muscular body to slaughter their lovers, to fuck them to a gruesome death.
- My hands are trained to kill, baby. Engineered to rip you to pieces.
- ... ... Pl... Pl... Please... Ooo.... Oaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
She enjoys digging her fingers deeper into his shoulder joint up to the point that they completely destroy the joint, crushing bones, tendons and ligaments. He is delirious with pain and screams his lungs out. With one clean jerk--an explosion of brutal female power making her arm swell to the size of his entire torso, the differentiated muscle mass an anatomic miracle--she rips off his arm. Just like that. Just like you would pick a flower. She revels in his agony, giggling with girlish glee as blood sprays out of the useless limb. Bethany violently pulls his head backwards by grabbing his hair, almost breaking his neck.
- I can't hear you, sucker. Scream some more!
Roaring with laughter the evil überbabe jerks his head back and forward and repeatedly slams his face against the floor. In no time the floor is covered with his teeth--the sheer force of the impact has them flying all over the place. And blood. Lots of blood. His face is unrecognizably mutilated, nose obviously broken, upper and lower jaw fractured in several places. A shrill animalistic sound escapes from the bleeding hole that only seconds before was his mouth. An unintelligible squeal. An inarticulate moan. His attempt to protect his face with the hand of his other arm is utterly fruitless: Bethany's onslaught is so brutal she simply crushes his hand with his skull.
- Now stop moaning and get up on your knees, you stupid fuck!
The big-titted torture queen brutally lifts his ass from the ground, keeping her fist in his already heavily mutilated ass. He is hardly aware of the motives behind her actions, too engrossed as he is in his own world of pain. Suddenly he is overwhelmed by waves of the purest bodily pleasure he has ever experienced--almost as good as an orgasm but lasting much much longer. He has the incredible feeling he has to cum, but just cannot. Some men lose all control here and start to pee involuntarily. Bethany grins in grim satisfaction when she notices the effect of her trained fingers expertly massaging his prostate, driving his drug-induced erection--still as hard as ever--to its maximum size.
- I could make you explode, you know. I guess you never experienced this kind of sexual arousal. You would be creaming all over the place if your penis still touched the ground--consider yourself lucky I pulled you up on your knees.
Her prostate massage indeed drives him wild. His body starts shaking all over--such excruciating pain and orgasmic pleasure all at once drive him totally nuts. Bethany continues lecturing.
- Yeah, that's your on-switch. I'm a virtuoso--trained and perfected these techniques at the Pentagon and Moscow. I assfucked thousands of guys--if they could, they would all agree that your sensation approximates orgasm, but not quite. There is no release. See?
She excites him to the point of orgasm, but there is no happy ending, only the nagging frustration of not being able to cum. Her virtuoso-fingers play his prostate like a pro, keeping him on the verge, but not allowing him to cross the line and shoot.
- Now, what do you want me to do? You like it gentle or do you prefer rough?
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He is not able to answer. How could he?
- I like it rough.
Bethany continues to move her hand in and out of his ass. Playfully stimulating his prostate now and then, making him gasp in pleasure. But it is mainly pain she is after if you consider the brutality and excessive force of her thrusts. You can see veins wildly popping up across the perfectly tanned skin of her monstrous arm, muscles flexing dangerously as she shoves her clenched fist in and out.
- I promised to show you how I deal with disobedience. I don't think you'll like it... I will.
It is with animalistic fury, but in total control that she suddenly drives in her forearm too. The thrust comes unprepared: the young man flexes every muscle in his body in terrified astonishment. A high-pitched scream escapes from his mouth. When she pushes in her upper arm too, that vascular, behemoth-sized monster, that muscular miracle, he is doomed. Her hand caves its way high into his torso, as Matt notices to his sheer astonishment how her fingernails appear through the ribs at his backside, systematically breaking rib after rib. This is totally crazy!
- Even stretchers cannot prepare a man for being fisted by a bodybuilder. I want my men to be quiet, obedient, hard and big. You're only hard, but to call that miserable piece of penis a cock is a joke. It's a fucking toothpick. You should be ashamed of yourself, you miserable excuse for a male! With a penis like that men should be killed or forced to commit suicide.
The busty size queen roars with laughter when she dramatically flexes her humongous biceps, sealing his gruesome fate: the expansion of her insanely sculpted bulging biceps simply breaks his pelvis. Actually, his pelvic bones explode under the pressure of her ultra-pumped arm's expanding muscle mass, tearing him apart from below. Blood gushes from his broken body impaled on the arm of the buxom beauty. What a sight! He is delirious with agony! He produces a strange wailing sound. Bethany simply enjoys how his body writhes and shakes along the length of her arm, spasming heavily.
- Yeah, asshole! This is size.
She mockingly carries him towards her shocked audience, cockily showing off the squealing male helplessly impaled on her arm, flaunting her femininity and sexuality. Bethany loves how men remain aroused by the presence of her ultra-sexy hotbod, even in the face of the horrifying tortures they have to sit through. And can you blame them? Even gorgeous supermodels look plain and insecure next to this outrageous miracle of physical superiority and beauty. Her oiled boobs alone are too much for this world! And she knows it. So big, round and perfect, the pierced nipples always hard, always blatantly poking through any kind of clothing, usually shiny latex or leather, showing her permanent state of sexual arousal--the ultimate fantasy of every man... Matt and the boy are dumbstruck, aroused and petrified by so much sadistic madness. The boy is in some sort of trance, mesmerized, enchanted.
- Enjoying the show, I see? Watch this fucking inadequate pig.
The busty beauty sexily struts towards the wall and smacks her victim's head, or what is left of it, incredibly hard against the plastered wall, breaking his cranium, breaking the plaster, breaking everyone's will-power. When her monstrous arm re-appears after she peeled off the remains of her victim's heavily mutilated body, the other boy drops on his knees in religious admiration of her epic curves and mind-blowing muscular differentiation, far away from any conception of normality. He starts to masturbate, frantically jerking off his drug-induced erection. It has turned purple from the extreme arousal. While he is madly jacking himself off, he looks pleadingly at his goddess.
- O Bethany, I can't take it any more. You're just too hot... Please, let me cum!
The gym beast smiles in Matt's direction and winks flirtatiously. She is so used to these kind of situations where men fail to control themselves in front of her. In her Russian dungeons she kept thousands of starved men--why waste food on guys who were going to be slaughtered anyway? Touching cocks or having an orgasm were strictly prohibited in the dungeons. A team of privileged prisoners used cameras to monitor any violations: every observed violation meant portions of extra food for the observer and days of inhumane tortures for the observed. Nasty little detail: these prisoners were bombarded with ultra-sexy footage on big screens in the dungeons, footage involving lubed-up, heavily-muscled, ultra-busty beauties dressed in kinky glamorous outfits. It was footage of gym routines, pole dancing, gymnastics practice and lots of steaming hot sex! The pale, starved and emaciated men were totally overstimulated, their cocks constantly hard. So, when they were confronted with the object of their desires, they went nuts!
- Yeah, submit. Crawl on your knees. Worship the ground I walk on. Kiss my feet. Lick my stiletto high-heels. But never masturbate unless I order you to.
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Great to see the newest update! I love how she uses just her arm and its sheer size to destroy a man. I've always loved women in real life with big arms, especially thick forearms.
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Hey hero141, are you still taking suggestions for the story of Bethany and Denise?
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Sure! Suggestions are welcome--as long as they fit with the evil and ultra-sadistic nature of Denise, Bethany and the other girls. Hope you enjoy the next piece....
Her kick is as elegant as it is powerful. When her high-heeled platform shoe impacts on his jaw, it is obvious that everything in its path will be completely destroyed. The power, speed and accuracy of her kick is beyond scary: she kicks loose his lower jaw, totally crushing it--it actually splinters on the impact--making his teeth fly all around. His head savagely smacks backward, the kick almost snaps his neck which makes a weird sound and remains in an awkward angle on his shoulders. His tongue, huge and wet, is hanging loose from his mouth. His cock however remains rock-hard--much to Bethany's amusement.
- Never underestimate the effects of liquid Viagra. Crawl over here, you fuckhead! Lick the foot I kicked you with. Suck my stiletto heel. Lick it clean. Or do you want me to fist-fuck you too?
The boy is giddy, almost unconscious. He is disoriented and confused by the earth-shattering impact of the kick. He moans in pain, his hands instinctlively assessing the damage done to his chin, only to find that his chin is simply gone! When he sees his teeth all scattered in a pool of his own blood, he collapses. The 'stretcher' in his ass hurts beyond belief. He is so terrified however, that he obeys immediately and quickly crawls towards the stunning Latina. He looks up again into the cold predatory eyes of the ultra-sexy bodybuilder towering over him. How he prays for some divine intervention, for some God to stop the torture. Only to find the steel-cold gaze of this ultra-hot Goddess of Torture, this fit-as-fuck dominatrix from a fantasy novel, this sexy reincarnation of pure Evil.
- Don't ever touch your fucking cock again. It's mine to play with. And mine alone. Got that, you lame fuck?
- ... Yyyy... Mmmm... ees...
- I'm the top of the food chain. The super-predator. You're worth nothing. One of my custom-made pumps is worth more than you. Lick and worship the foot that kicked your face in.
Bethany grins when she offers him her sexy foot. The boy is in complete awe when he touches her beautifully cut calves and sees her long, sleek leg up close. Her perfect skin is so deeply tanned, so shiny and lubed-up--the insanely developed muscle mass glistening dangerously--so packed with layers of highly differentiated, totally pumped-up bulging muscles, the veins snaking beneath the surface are so insane, he cannot believes his eyes. Such cartoonish size and proportions--but Bethany is real! The way her long muscular leg elegantly descends over a concave curve into her slender ankle is pure poetry. The way her impossibly high-heeled platform shoes emphasize the length and size of her legs makes him giddy with arousal. How the boy licks! And the drops of blood slowly dribbling from his chin, keep him licking. What a treat! His erection nearly explodes!
- I see you like my feet. If I see one drip of your fucking cum, however small, I'll slowly kick you to death. And let me tell you: I won't start with your face.
The boy licks for all he is worth, trying so hard not to cum. Meanwhile the big-titted sadist turns her attention to the president again and switches off the electricity. The poor man collapses, mentally and physically broken by the extreme electrical torture. The continuous onslaught with electric shocks has destroyed him--he is spent, peeing and shitting uncontrollably. He cries like a baby, sobbing compulsively. Bethany admires the damage she has inflicted and mocks him.
- Don't you wanna fuck me, darling? You loved it so much when I teased you or bossed you around. How I edged you for hours--sometimes during business meetings... Nobody seemed to notice. Or when I made you cum in your pants in an elevator. O when I blew you into sexual nirvana in the car, until you had blisters on your cock! And look at you now. Not even able to control your own fucking piss!
She unceremoniously grabs the boy's hair, lifts him and forces his mutilated face between her intimidating thighs, which are sticky with thick, gooey she-cum. The ease with which this hulking Latina swings from playfully messing around to aggressively inflicting pain is so terrifying.
- Eat me. You'll find that missing teeth or having no lower jaw in no way hampers performing cunnilingus. Quite the contrary, this huge slab of meat will turn out to be perfect to lick me. Trust me.
Bethany is so wet, so horny. Her pussy is dripping wet, her clit is throbbing with arousal, her smell is mesmerizing. When she feels his eager tongue licking her labia, she arrogantly smiles.
- In the face of death, a man's tongue becomes so much more active. Good boy. If you do well, I might keep you. For a while at least. The better you lick, the longer you'll last.
The muscular predator grabs the back of his skull and pushes the boy's face harder into her beautifully shaven pink crotch. Her snatch is pure perfection, so receptive to touch--it is like driving a sportscar when you are used to driving a bus. Her slit is almost sucking his tongue in, luring it into the invitingly hot and wet, hyper-muscular insides of her vagina. And then her clit. Bethany's clit, just like everything about her body, is big, well-developed, bulging, oozing power!
- Faster, fuckface. And don't forget my clit. Don't suck, but lick it from below. Lick it hard. ... Yeah, that's it... Mmmmm... Yeah...
The boy tries his utmost best to please this hyper-muscular babe--being up-close with her sleek legs, those twin towers of power, scares the shit out of him and makes him realize that whatever she would want, is hers to take. You do not want to be trapped between these ripped monsters... If you know that she single-handedly slaughtered the Alpha Group, an elite unit among the Russian Special Forces--she removed their testicles before ripping them apart limb by limb, breaking them in, making these elite soldiers cry like babies--, then who would be able to stop her?
- Lick faster. ...
- Faster, fucking idiot!
How he licks! The huge slab of muscle-meat that is his tongue, is really doing overtime. Her hands around his skull become gentler. Her nipples become rock-hard.
- Good boy... Mmmm. That's more like it. ... Mmmmm... Slowly now. Do my clit. Gently. ... Oooo fuuck, this is good. Finger me, boy, but don't stop licking. ...
He inserts one finger into her vagina. It is so wet. So inviting. Then another finger. She literally sucks them in. Then another. Bethany's slit is so deliciously tight and wet. Her smell is mesmerizing, so erotically charged, it is driving him nuts.
- I warn ya: don't cum. The slightest drip of pre-cum and I'll muscle-torture you into the most gruesome of deaths. You'll regret the day you were born.
Bethany moans in a deep sultry voice, oozing arousal. The boy is as hard as ever, his own arousal adding to the obvious effects of the stimulating drugs she filled him up with only hours ago. It takes all his will-power and concentration not to cum. And now this gorgeous wetness, this ultra-sexy moaning... He starts to lose all control.
- I need your fist in there, baby.
He complies immediately. When his fist is in, he feels her vaginal muscles contracting, playful at first, but increasingly painful as she increases the pressure around his fist with the eager muscles of her power-pussy.
- ... Mmmm, that's better... Fuck me hard, boy. Move that fucking fist!
When her breathing becomes labored, signalling an impending orgasm, he feels her vaginal muscles squeeze so hard he fears for his hand. He has to use all his force to move his fist back and forth, much to the amusement of the ultra-busty fit chick. And indeed, little does he know that this multi-talented bodybuilding babe has a habit of brutally slaughtering males with the assets they find so arousing, be it her tits, her ass or her slit. Just before she reaches her orgasmic apex, Bethany crushes his hand, simply pulverizing his bones in her vagina, squeezing his hand into pulp, the wet walls of her pussy functioning like a hydraulic vice. There is nothing left of his hand, just bloody gore, the walls of her love tunnel contracted so hard they touch each other. Now his arm ends in a bleeding stump.
- I hope this isn't the hand you jerk off with. Hahaha!
She pushes his face hard into her crotch again, so hard that it channels his tongue over her labia, his muffled scream tickling her clit into a major orgasm. She closes her eyes enjoying her orgasmic high, her sexual arousal only triggering her unsatiable urge for ultra-violence. Sex and violence. Violence and sex. And money. Loads of it. That is all that matters to Bethany. And God, does she have a body to satisfy her urges! Men do not mean anything. She uses them, fucks them up and disposes of them. Hundreds of them. Thousands. And what can they do? They are utterly helpless in the experienced hands of this extremely curvaceous and well-endowed muscle barbie.
- That was good, baby, but don't stop licking or I'll break you in. Perhaps I'll return the favor and fist your ass too. Wouldn't that be great?
The boy moans in pain and agony, but continues to lick her dripping wet pussy. It is obvious she craves for more. A lot more. Things this unexperienced boy cannot give her. She turns her attention to the president.
- What about your tongue, Mr. President?
The last words are spoken with so much disdain and fake tenderness that they send shivers down Matt's spine.
- Remove his gag, Matt and go back to your computer. He'll talk. Make sure you don't make a mistake in entering his password.
Matt hastens himself to remove the BDSM-ball from the presidents mouth. Bethany giggles in girlish delight as Matt awkwardly moves around the office, his huge hard-on obvious to all. The president is past himself, blubbering incoherently, repeating himself all the time. What appear to be incoherent sounds at first however, turns out to be his password. The poor man is chanting his password. Time and again.
- ... J MPWF GFNBMF NVTDMF 136 ... ... J MPWF GFNBMF NVTDMF 136.
Bethany chuckles evilly.
- You knew I'm a pro, baby. Why make it so hard for yourself? Check it out, Matt. Are you in?
Matt nods. His heart leaps with joy: he is so happy to accomodate this cruel muscle chick. One minute later he has transferred more than a trillion dollars to secret bank accounts in Switzerland. All the president's revenues, assets and properties have been moved into a secret fund. Someone surely hit the jackpot--and it is definitely not the president. Exhausted and broken, sweating profusely, electric wires attached to metal devices sticking out from his penis and ass. Matt notices how Bethany quickly texts a message on her mobile before turning to the president.
- Thanks, baby! You could have spared yourself the trouble of the chair: you know I always get what I want, don't you? Poor baby. Look at your penis. It burns. It fucking smokes! Hahaha!
Indeed, the continuous treatment with heavy electric shocks has heated up the metal rods and plugs inserted into his penis and ass. They burn the president from the inside.
- You must have guessed that you're of no further use to me now. This is the end of the line.
- ... ... Please... O please, Bethany... Don't kill me. Have mercy... I could serve you. Help you as a business consultant.
- Serve me? I want my slaves to be rich, muscular and porn-sized. You're none. You've become worthless, baby. Well, I can let you experience first-hand how talented I am at ripping people apart. I certainly don't need your advice on how to spend all your hard-earned money.
Bethany roars with laughter. It makes her tremendous tits jiggle sexily. It also gives the boy who is still licking her pussy as if his life depends on it, a little time to breathe.
- Fucking insect. Did I tell you to stop licking?
One of her huge hands with the elegantly long and brightly colored, razor-sharp nails immediately grabs the back of his skull and pushes his face brutally hard into her wet crotch again, totally uncaring about possible damage to his face. She could crush his skull there and then, if she only wanted to, but it is clear she is interested in her pleasure and his pain. Her immensely muscular arm with the veins snaking over her perfectly tanned skin bulges with power.
- But I'm not the bad bitch everybody thinks I am. When I get back here, I'll play with you, OK? You'd like that, wouldn't you? I might even jerk you off for old times sake. You have always been such a true gentleman. The thing is: I agreed with Dayana she could have you and take you to her mansion.
- ... O no... ... God... Bethany, for heaven's sake, have mercy! ... ... Not Dayana. O please not Dayana.
- Jeez. You must have heard rumors about her rep. Or did you see her in action? She is one crazy black bitch. I hope you like roleplaying in nazi-uniforms. She's fucking sick!
You can hear how the terrified president shits himself again. Panic is written all over his face. His eyes look in desparation and pure terror at his former girlfriend, whose physical beauty is simply mind-boggling. A Venus with pornstar tits and attitudes. Super-model looks in a ripped, curvy, hyper-muscular physique. Her ballooning boobs are an international treasure!
- O I beg you, darling. Don't hand me over to Dayana. ... She's evil.
The busty muscle goddess does not even listen to his pleas. She knew that Dayana regularly paid him visits, showing him gruesome footage of some of her handiwork at her mansion: extremely brutal torture scenes in which she slowly destroys a man's body while keeping him in a quasi-permanent state of extreme arousal. Indeed, Dayana has the nasty habit of keeping her victims hard while she rips them apart--and when there is nothing left to crush or tear apart, she takes her time doing the crotch. And in spite of all the suffering, Dayana is always faced with a throbbing erection and painfully swollen balls, aching for a happy release. But she is not interested in happy. Nor in release. At least, not when she is on the job. Bethany has often witnessed this busty black beauty meticulously destroy cocks--whether live or on the internet--and it is obvious that Dayana never takes her job lightly. Her virtuoso fingers turn these male pleasure centers into barren places of unimaginable suffering. Her evil psychopathic brain is so imaginative in inflicting tsunami after tsunami of deep and intense pain, that her victims sometimes literally go crazy as their shaft and balls are totally roughed up. She is so talented in torturing male genitals, inflicting max pain with minimum damage, men lose their minds before losing their balls. It may take hours before death comes as a release and the beautiful black bitch decides to finish off her captive.
Bethany also knew well that Dayana jacked him off while she showed him the footage, keeping him in a muscular embrace, warning him that if he orgasmed, he would die a similar death. Of course, there is no way a man can control his orgasm when Dayana is jerking him off. As evil as she can be when crushing dicks, so amazingly arousing she can be when she is showing kindness to her fans. She is a sex bomb, a sex-crazed nympho, totally insane and crazy about cock. Dayana easily milked him five or six times, covering her nicely ridged, cobblestone abs with plenty of sticky sperm, which he was forced to lick and swallow. Total overstimulation by a black domme. He quickly got used to the taste of his own sperm, but the threats, the insane things she sexily whispered in his ear, kept haunting him. Day and night he thought about the horrifying tortures she would put him through. Dayana talked him through the scenario of his upcoming torture with insanely accurate precision. She minutely and very graphically described the actions and their consequences she had in store for him.
- Gotta love Dayana. She's such a cockteaser.
Bethany simply turns on the electricity again and doubles the voltage. The president goes berserk with pain and loses all control. The waves of electricity cause his entire body to convulse spastically in the chair. Seeing his agony, his intense suffering, the busty bodybuilder cannot keep herself from doubling the voltage again--four times the initial voltage! His screams are heart-rending. Insane with pain. Squeals of desparation. And then the volume of his screams... Without the gag the sound he produces is extremely loud and chilling to the bone. He shakes and trembles all over his body. Matt smells burnt flesh. His cock literally smokes, much to the amusement of the lubed-up muscle goddess. She turns out the electricity again. The president sighs in relief and gasps for breath.
- Dayana isn't really known for doing her men quickly. She's totally fucked-up. They call her the Black Death and she is notorious for playing out her prison or death camp fantasies. Little detail: you play the role of the uniformed guard who faces the challenge to control this bulgingly muscular, sex-crazed man-killer. And man, does she hate guards... Hahaha!
Then she suddenly turns serious.
- I've got business to attend to, guys. Business I've been looking forward to since this morning. It is seven of us girls in beastmode against 20,000 innocent fools. Guess who'll win? We'll roast that fucking audience.
Matt startles.
- ... You're going ... to ... to kill everybody in the stadium?
- Yes, any objections, Matt? Or do you have special requests?
Bethany licks her upper lip in amusement.
- Don't worry about your friends and family. Denise thought about that. They'll feature in her series of snuff-movies on the Dark Web called 'The Labyrinth'. She releases people in a huge maze which is full of deadly traps and hunts them down. People on the web can vote for the ways she has to snuff them out. Needless to say that her audience consists of sick pervs... Hehe.
- O God... No...
- O yeah. Their last days alive will be hell on earth. You will be able to watch every second of their suffering, probably being forced to masturbate aroused as you will be by just looking at your girlfriend's huge naked tits while she takes your loved ones through endless series of brutal tortures. She'll slowly squeeze every bit of life out of their gruesomely tortured bodies. You'll be asked to assist her--if you refuse, she'll order them to assist her doing you. Quite a prospect, don't you think?
Matt is visibly distraught.
- O, don't worry. I'll lock you in. You can watch us on the screen if you want to. Be back in an hour. Don't do anything stupid or I'll have you all in a chair and I'll make you last. O God, I'll make you last a long, long time.
She looks down on the boy who is still licking her pussy. She grabs his hair and pulls him up with one hand, so his eyes face hers. You can see he does his utmost best not to scream, because she hurts him big time.
- God, look at your face: you're so freakin' ugly.
The boy tries to tell her something, but it is difficult to understand...
- ... Please... O... Mmm... Buttplug...
- Lost your tongue, fuckface? A minute ago, you still had it. You mean the 'stretcher' up your ass? What about it?
With her other hand, she grabs his exposed balls. His erection is hard as ever. Bethany skillfully toys with his testicles in the palm of her hand, making his painfully erect penis twitch in arousal. The boy can do nothing but put his hands on her bulging upper arm, feeling the devastating strength and power revelling beneath his trembling fingers as she tenderly fumbles his testicles. Every movement of her fingers is answered by an impressive flexing and bulging movement in her pumped-up arm muscles. Countless gym hours, monumental weights, exceptional genes, numerous cycles of advanced roids created this pinnacle of female muscularity. He does not only experience the incredible differentiation bulging under his fingers, but he also feels the big snaking veins covering the flawless surface of her deeply tanned and oiled skin. Her ball-massage feels heavenly: this female bodybuilder is so talented in handling cock--she is like an erotic tsunami, a nympho sex virtuoso. You immediately get addicted to her touch: the boy does not know what happens to him when her fingers skillfully stimulate all sensitive spots on and around the straining shaft of his penis.
- ... Could you please ... Please, remove it?
- No. Stupid question.
Suddenly and without any warning she expertly squashes a ball between her fingers. She slowly crushes it like an overripe grape, loving the way his body and brains try to cope with the severe trauma. He screams his lungs out. His young body shakes all over, in total shock, absolutely petrified when he looks into the cold, uncaring eyes of this muscular sex-bomb. From heaven to hell in a split second. She easily keeps him up in the air by holding his hair in one hand, her other claw fumbling his ballsack. He fears the worst. And he is right.
- See? Stupid question. Shut up.
Despite the unbearable pain, he manages with all his willpower to overrule the suffering and to shut up. For the sexy young sadist this is merely play.
- Good boy. I like obedience. I'm sure you never felt that kind of muscularity in an arm, did you? Enjoy it while you still can. Some men want me to jerk them off while they worship my arm muscles. I always let them, warning them they have to control their orgasm and refrain from cumming before my tenth jerk. It usually takes my two jerks to make them cum like a hose--too aroused by my total hotbod. Their failure to comply is punished, of course. Hehe. I usually castrate them. Then I slaughter them like animals. Wanna lose the other ball too?
- ... ... ... Nnnno... ...
- That's what I thought.
And with visible pleasure the bodybuilding beauty crushes his other testicle too, slowly squashing it in the palm of her hand, her nails digging deeply into his scrotum, doing relatively superficial damage but inflicting un-bear-able levels of pain. He goes berserk, the volume of his screaming testifies of the excruciating pain and utter desparation he is experiencing.
- Mmmm, baby, your second ball popped so nicely.
With all his might he tries to push her arm away, but it is no use. What can you do against a girl with so much physical power and dominance? A super-busty bodybuilder with a physique so sexy, so developed, so muscular and with a super-intelligent mind so crazy, so evil, so outrageously sadistic? Yes: submit. Crawl in total submission and hope for some kind of mercy. This talented teen is simply slaughtering him with her bare hands: her index finger brutally enters the spot beneath his scrotum, just above his overstretched asshole.
- Any other questions?
Too engrossed in his agony and too afraid to answer, he averts his gaze, a high-pitched wailing filling the room, but the ultra-dominant female bodybuilder is not satisfied. She aggressively snarls:
- Are you fucking deaf? Any fucking other questions?
The tone in her voice is so violent and oozes so much cruelty, the boy falls silent immediately, trembling all over his body.
- ... N.... No... ...
- Now, clean up this mess! I want everything to be clean by the time I get back. I hold you personally responsible for any mishap. And you'll be disproportionately punished--what else? Hehe. Got that?
He quickly nods, tears in his eyes, his hands still holding on to her bulging biceps for balance. Bethany savagely throws him onto the ground.
- Fuck, you're such a useless asshole! Look at that ball-less prick. Who'd wanna fuck that tiny cock of yours? Fuck, I'd hardly feel you in me.
Suddenly she drives her high-heeled pumps into one of his legs with earth-shattering force, destroying his kneecap with the steel tip of her custom-made shoes. A horrific wailing sound escapes from his mouth again. He has lost hope of survival--so desparate is the cry. He cries for help, but who is going to help him? He pleads for mercy, but who is going to be merciful?
- Mmmm. How do you like that?
She sexily shakes her magnificent quads and then snap-flexes them, highlighting the amazing bulging muscularity and crazy anatomic differentiation and striations in her upper legs!
- Don't you wanna coat these babies with cum? Now, masturbate.
The boy has retreated in his own world of pain. He does not even hear her order. Then another kick. Same knee, more force and this time the busty sex-bomb uses her stiletto heel. A terrible crushing, tearing sound, testifying of the brutal force she stomped him with. Another scream. She destroyed his knee, leaving his left leg in an awkwardly unnatural angle.
- Jack off, I tell ya! Fucking dog. Grab that ridiculously small cock of yours and jerk it off. I want my quads drenched in your inferior semen.
Suddenly her cell phone buzzes. Bethany's eyes start to shine with ultra-sadistic glee when she reads the message.
- Fuck, I don't wanna be late for the party. OK, you're lucky, asshole. Make sure the room is clean when I return and you may have a chance to survive this encounter. But with a cock this small, I'll probably torture you so heavily you'll beg me to kill you. Unless...
The boy suddenly produces a horrific shrill sound, something so out of this world, it chills to the bone. The muscular babe roars with laughter when she sees how the stretcher is totally ripping apart his ass and destroys his pelvis from within. He writhes in complete agony.
- Hahahaha! What a fucking joke!
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Five minutes later the six exits of the stadium open up and six impossibly muscular porn chicks enter the stadium carrying ultra-heavy machine guns. They carry these weapons like toys, like they weigh nothing. Their athletic physiques--the size, the definition, the vascularity--scream for attention. Their clothing is all about revealing their powerful muscularity and orgasmic curves. Matt looks at the computer screen and immediately recognizes Bella, Dayana and Karen. Bethany is guarding the Northern exit. The bodybuilding beauties blocking the other two exits are two big-boobed blondes whose darkly tanned skin contrasts sharply with the sexy white lingerie they are wearing.
Meanwhile, Denise has turned the fighting cage into a killing floor: she is now wearing spiked brass knuckles and razor-sharp spurs have been attached to her high-heels. Two of the ring judges have been the first to have had their faces rebuilt.
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Great to see you back and I luv the latest update! Especially where Bethany crushes the boy's hand with her vagina. Men forget that the vagina is a muscle too ;)
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Hmm...7 muscle girls vs. 20,000 audience members. I know who I'd put money on, and it's not the 20,000!
Some of them would try to fight back, of course, not that it would do them any good...Perhaps there are some completely overmatched male security guards in the stadium...They might look at their frail, soft male bodies compared to the girls' massive bodies covered with hard muscle and feel completely inadequate...Then they could look at their puny pistols compared to the huge machine guns the girls are toting and feel even more doomed...Hehe
I'm not sure what level the girls' muscles are it...Are they hard enough to stop bullets? Or maybe they could dodge the security guards' bullets with backflips...
Just my suggestions. But the next part of your story sounds great!
And Denise with spiked brass knuckles...very erotic...not that she needs them...hehe
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Meanwhile, as the cameras zoom in on the cage, Matt sees that Denise has turned the fighting cage into a killing floor: numerous heavily bleeding and unrecognizably mutilated corpses are scattered on the floor which is flooded with blood. She is now wearing these sexy short, half finger, shiny leather gloves with spiked brass knuckles. Razor-sharp spurs have been attached to her impossible high-heels. The man who has had the honor to attach them to her sexy boots, is lying on the ground with a huge cut in his throat, blood gulping out of the nasty wound with each beat of his heart. His crotch has been totally destroyed: where his cock and balls used to be has been transformed into a bloody, gory mass. Two of the ring judges have been the first to have had their faces rebuilt. Their faces are simply gone. Gone! With accurate precision and earth-shattering force her knuckled fists banged into their cranium and utterly demolished and crushed their skull, leaving little more than a bloody gory mess above their neck, brain matter mixed with blood and bones. A couple of other officials have been stomped in the balls so many times that their crotches have been 'replaced' and are now situated just under their chin--Denise must have forced them on their back, pulled their legs apart with her hands and driven her high-heeled stiletto time and again into their unprotected crotch until everything from crotch to neck was destroyed!
The giant Goddess of Death is standing in the cage, her black boots with 9-inch razor sharp high-heels drenched in blood, her intimidating muscles hardened and striated into untold detail. She is so tall, so huge, so rippling with power, that she towers over everybody, that she debased her fans . Intimidating thighs, sexy as hell. Matt's computer screen is bombarded with footage of Denise's abs bulging. Boobs protruding, nipples hard as nails, showing how horny she must be. A sadistic grin across her sexy lips indicates how she loves the prospect of slaughtering thousands of men with that crazy body of hers. She cannot help herself from striking a mind-blowing double-biceps pose, lasciviously licking the insanely pumped-up boulders, roided miracles of size and shape. Just seeing this arrogant and ultra-dominant buff beauty worship her own shapely physique causes numerous men in the audience to wet their pants. Hard and uncontrolled. When the incredibly proportioned alpha female arrogantly smiles into the camera and moves her luscious lips into mimicking 'cum', Matt creams the keyboard in a mind-boggling orgasm. Thick blobs of gooey sperm keep coming out of his over-excited cock.
- Fuck, what a goddess! ... My goddess... Fuck, Denise, you're so fantastic!
Matt is totally enthralled by the superior creature that fills his screen. The cartoonishly exaggerated female curves and the over-sized muscles do it every time--and when he thinks of what a total beast she is in the sack, fulfilling every kinky fantasy he had--and more--he longs to be with her again. Deep down, he desires to be overwhelmed by that monumental body of hers, to be dominated and raped, to be sucked into oblivion or suffocated against those orgasmic boobs while she expertly jerks him off, edging him for hours... But being with Denise also involves her relentless aggression, her beastly violence and her innate urge to inflict pain. You could never predict how even normal, everyday situations would develop. Dinner with friends at a fancy restaurant could end up with Denise secretly teasing his straining cock through his pants all evening, edging him until he got crazy with arousal. Or being ass-fucked in the men's room of a nightclub, while having a drink with colleagues. She had fisted his ass so hard, that he had a hard time walking normally for days. Also buying clothes with her was risky: she enjoyed forcing Matt into performing cunnilingus in the change-rooms of hyper-exclusive fashion stores. So, he had his face pushed into an impeccably shaven and trimmed crotch, a pussy so invitingly hot and wet, that licking seems like the least he could do. Having your head surrounded by living walls of dangerously bulging thigh muscles that threaten to crush your skull every time he slowed down the tempo, surely form the perfect incentive to continue licking. By the end of an afternoon shopping--after Gucci, Prada, D&G, Vuitton and thousands of dollars of skimpy and ultra-sexy clothing hardly covering anything of her crazy hot-bod--he could hardly speak... His tongue was exhausted, totally spent by hours of working her slit.
The news of Denise being a government-built super-killer still has to sink in for Matt--he is so attracted to everything else in this über-babe. Enchanted by her extraordinary beauty, her sexy curves, her majestic muscles and devoted to her sexual dominance over him created some sort of physical addiction to her touch. To Matt she embodies the perfect woman: dominant, kinky, arrogant, horny. Her prostate blowjobs devalued all his previous sexual experiences to 'bad sex'--and he prouded himself to have been with a lot of women. The way Denise handles cock is so arousing and intimidating at the same time.
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- I know a way out of here, guys.
It is the president. The boy with the stretcher up his ass has regressed into his own world of pain, his one good hand trying to stop the bleeding in his other arm, trying to cope with the pain in his crotch, and especially trying to stop the torture in his ass. His mutilated face, which spills lots of blood on the floor, is drawn into a death mask, his eyes wide open. He is sweating profusely. In agony. 'Need to clean up, need to clean up' blubbers from his mouth in some sort of trance. He did not hear the president's statement, but Matt surely did. These words take him out of his reverie. However, his eyes remain fixed on what is being shown on the computer screen which fills him with the familiar ambiguous mixture of sexual arousal and total terror.
He simply cannot take his eyes off Denise's lubed-up shiny muscular hot-bod, its curvaceous features driving him mad with lust, her elegant gymnastic movements getting her out of the cage into the audience. He has always been in complete awe for Denise's Olympic-level gymnastic skills and her extreme flexibility. He always wondered how an over-sized bodybuilder--her huge body bulking with hypertrophied muscle--could move so gracefully and be so flexible (and Matt did not even take her high-heeled platform shoes into account). The people in the front row are simply executed--that is the right word to describe how Denise sets off in a round-off followed by an impressive series of flips and backward handsprings that give her the incredible momentum to lash out her lethal legs and use her martial arts skills to kick in their faces. The lucky ones are simply decapitated--the sheer force of her kicks is devastating--, the not so lucky ones have their throats cut with the razor-sharp spurs or her spiked stiletto high-heels and have to gruesomely suffer through their last minutes alive before death comes as a relief.
After her gymnastic martial arts exhibition the busty behemoth beautifully lands on her high-heeled booted feet, dramatically lifts one of her insane arms and makes the universal killing sign moving her long-nailed index finger over her throat. The sign is shown on the huge screens in the stadium and panic breaks out. People rush for the exits, but the six bodybuilding beauties guarding the exits who are craving for some action, lift the heavy guns and start pumping bullets into the panicking mass. Thousands of rounds are fired. Their sub-machine guns literally tear people apart. In no time thousands of men are massacred, shot to pieces, torn apart by the heavy fire. The recoil of the heavy guns makes the exaggerated curves on their ultra-trained physiques shake sexily. When all rounds are fired they throw the guns in the audience--men are squashed under the heavy weight of these smoking guns--and they elegantly tumble towards their future victims. It is so beautiful to see how these ultra-muscular hulking porn-chics dressed in sexy lingerie and high-heeled platform pumps perform world-class gymnastic movements. Their back handsprings, flips and cartwheels are executed to perfection, their bodies poetry in motion. The sheer violence of it: each kick of their legs or smash of their fists breaks in men... Hundreds of them.
Matt averts his eyes from the computer screen, knowing that these muscular sadists will kill everybody, and that those men kept alive will feature as meat in gruesome, inhumane tortures just to amuse these busty bitches. He gets from behind the desk, happy to be able to get away from the atrocities projected on the screen, and tries to free the president from the chair he is tied to. As Matt is naked himself, he first puts his clothes on and goes over to the president to remove the metal rod from his erection. The damage done to his cock is severe, but considering Bethany's monstrous skill and frightening reputation he is actually getting off lightly. The plug in his ass proves more difficult, but setting aside his natural repulsion--the rod is covered in blood and shit--Matt manages to get him free. The leather straps are easy to remove and when the president is finally loose, he collapses and drops to the ground--in foetal position. The continuous trauma has taken its toll.
- ... Tha... Thanks, Matt! ... O my God... ...
Matt throws the man's clothes back at him and urges him to make haste. He goes over to the boy in an attempt to save him too, but he quickly notices the large pool of blood and the brutal damage done to his ass. Matt pukes. Bethany's handiwork has further transformed this good-looking boy into a horribly mutilated monster.
- O fuck... Fuck! ...
- ...Help me... Please... Help me! ... ... I have to clean this all. For Bethany... For Bethany... She is so beautiful. ...
Matt is shocked and is at loss about how to react. What can he do? This boy is suffering so much, he is losing his mind. There is blood all over the place, mingled with shit and pee. Lost all control. He reaches with his bloody stump in Matt's direction, a move of desperation, of helplessness, of last hope. It is clutching at straws. Matt notices the grimace on his face first, then the scream and only then he sees how his abdomen--pelvic bones and all--has exploded as a result of the 'stretcher' growing.
- Holy... ... O God...
- Let's get away, Matt. There is a secret way out. Over here.
Matt steals a last look at the screen only to see how his former girlfriend elegantly tumbles towards a group of begging audience members--there is total panic in the stadium. The ultra-sexy assassin effortlessly performs a salto and lands on the shoulders of an astonished man, who stumbles under so much weight--very much resembling the final fight with Pris in Blade Runner. Only Denise's fingers do rip off his nose and as he crashes onto the floor unable to support the weight of the muscular behemoth, a little flex of her crazily developed, monstrously pumped thighs seals his fate and squashes his skull. Before the others have time to realize what happens before their astonished eyes, the brass knuckles land on their faces, shattering their jaws, sending their teeth flying all over the place. It is as brutal as it is quick: the way her steel fists destroy everything in their lethal path. Some courageously hold their hands before their face in an attempt to dodge the impact of her attacks, but her hooks and upper-cuts are so powerful they simply destroy everything in their way, including the feeble hands and soft arms used for protection. They are crushed. Broken. Simply slaughtered.
- Matt! Do you listen? ... Matt!
Matt snaps out of his trance and is immediately lucid again.
- What about that boy? We cannot leave him like this, can we? He'll die a gruesome death. And if he's still alive, he'll tell about our escape route.
- Fuck, yes, that's right.
- ... ... Please, won't tell... I won't... Oh God, promise...
- Bethany will torture him and he'll speak. No way he can resist her in an interrogation. She'll get out of him whatever she wants and then we're doomed.
- We'll blindfold him. Or knock him out.
- Good idea.
One minute later both men are gone, disappeared through a secret corridor leading to a derelict part of town, where a car is waiting for them. The president had always kept this escape route secret in case anything would happen.
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When Denise and Bethany enter the office again, there is little in the way they are giggling and chitchatting that would make one suspect they just slaughtered more than 5,000 men each. Their spectacular bodies however, tell a different story: their over-sized curves are literally still dripping with the blood and viscera of their hapless victims. They look like erotic demons from hell, like valkyries who just feasted on male meat.
- Where's Matt? You promised not to kill him, Beth.
- I assure you, Denise. He was here when I left. Alive and naked. Just like the president.
Denise notices the boy lying semi-conscious on the ground in a pool of his own blood, the stretcher having destroyed his pelvic bones and abdomen.
- He'll tell.
- I'll make him.
Bethany turns off the stretcher and it decreases in size until it looks like an ordinarily big butt-plug. The boy sighs audibly and his face shows an incredible sense of relief, tears flowing in some sort of happiness. The pain however, remains, because his pelvis and abdomen have been destroyed beyond repair. His fruitless attempts to get up are met with sadistic glee.
- Ha, stupid fuck, don't walk, just talk. Where are they?
- They're gone. They ... I ...
She brutally grabs the boy and unceremoniously throws him on the table on his back. His penis is awkwardly erect.
- Fucking ass! Sure they're gone. I can see that. Question was: where are they?
The boy is petrified as the bodybuilding goddess angrily snarls at him, and he cannot but notice how her big protruding breasts jut sexily and her nips become harder with each word she barks. The situation clearly turns her on.
- ... I don't ... know. ... Please.
- You've seen me killing some of your colleagues here. I made you watch--you threw up and fainted twice while I was being nice to your friends. There is no need to be brave.
- Please... I really don't know, Bethany... I would never lie to you!
Denise cannot help herself from grabbing his penis and squeezes it tightly until he screams in pain.
- Fucking wimp! Don't waste my time. Lost your balls, wanna lose your cock too?
- Would it make any difference? He is built like a fucking insect.
Both female bodybuilders burst out laughing.
- He's wasting our time, Beth. Let's do him and have some fun.
Bethany opens a large suitcase which is full of wires, plugs, dildos of various thicknesses to be forced into a man rectum then wired, as well as numerous electrically wired metal alligator clamps designed to be attached to a man's genitals.
- Holy God! I don't know where they are! ... Please, believe... If I knew, I'd tell you... ... O my God, no... ...
In no time, the muscle babes insert a huge metal rod in his pee slit and tape it around his shaft to keep it in place, as he screams and begs for mercy. Denise easily holds him flat on the table with one hand pushing down hard on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. She has to refrain herself from not pushing in his ribcage and watch how he suffocates. He whimpers softly.
- See what we're up to, loser? Last chance to speak.
- I don't know where they are. You must believe me. O please!
A telling smile crosses Bethany's luscious lips as she flips the switches, turning on the electricity. Immediately a huge electric current shoots up his cock and down the boy's urethra. His body goes tense and then begins to thrash madly, but Denise's gloved hand keeps him in place. His mouth freezes in a mask of horror as his naked vulnerable penis lits up in a fireworks display of pain and agony. The noise he produces is terrifying and holds the middle between a yell and a wail.
- We're wasting our time, Beth.
Denise pushes her hand down, simply breaking in his ribcage, crushing his ribs, making them pierce into his lungs. It does not take long before he cough up blood. Lots of it. His face draws in agonizing mask, craving for oxygen. He dies a beastly death.
- Fuck, where are they?
Denise checks the door for signs of force, opens it to look at the hinges, but finds no signs of violence. Far away in the building she hears horrific cries of men in agony--it makes her grin in dim satisfaction. Each girl took 20 or so men from the audience to be used as fuck meat. The sex-crazed bodybuilders take them on a journey of erotic savagery no man can survive, each of them giving full reign to their extreme sexual appetites and perversions. The initial relief these men felt when they survived the slaughtering in the stadium, has changed into sheer terror and feelings of desperation as these gorgeous big-titted women turn out to be ultra-sadistic sociopaths, professionally trained to torture.
- I'll call him.
Denise calls Matt on his mobile. When he picks up, she uses that sweet melodious feminine voice of hers.
- Hi baby, miss ya. Made you a promise, remember?
Sure, Matt remembers her promise to give him the prostate blowjob of his life. His cock stirs at the mere thought of it: Denise is so good at this, edging him for so long, keeping him on the verge for like what seems like ages.
- I hear you do remember. What's the matter, babe? You must have suspected I was no ordinary housewife... I love you!
- ... ... O Denise... Bethany told me you would do my friends and family too. Is that true? Something of a labyrinth.
Denise steals an angry look at Bethany, who is taking snapshots of the mutilated corpse to be posted on her snuff-page on the web. "Found guilty: tiny cock". Bethany smiles back playfully, indicating she just wanted to scare him a little.
- A labyrinth? O come on, Matt. Bethany must have been joking. I'd never do that. As we speak, they are sound and safe on the way to their cars.
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Wow. I think this is my favorite update of your story so far. Lightning-fast back handsprings, ultra-powerful machine guns, spiked brass knuckles, along with elegant high heels to remind everyone of these girls' femininity despite their huge muscles and unstoppable killing skills.
And Matt and the company president...they have no chance at staying free from the girls for long, of course. Denise and Bethany always win...
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Thank you for the latest installment hero141! Makes me want to go out and buy some spiked brass knuckles...
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great work man
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Actually, they have been stripped naked and brought to a large room in the building. Standing naked in front of their friends feels awkward. Very awkward. For most of them, it creates feelings of vulnerability and weakness. Their naked bodies are far from athletic or powerfully built: most are frail white, shabby, untended heaps of human flesh which further increases their sense of insecurity and inferiority. Suddenly, a female voice is heard. It is sensual. Erotically charged. Sexily whispering in a mic. She orders two of the men to strap their friends to the wall--there are specially designed leather straps attached to the wall, with room for over fifty men. The voice claims it is just safety precautions and that there is no need to worry. The two men find this somewhat strange, but nevertheless comply with the order and strap their friends and family against the wall. Everyone's legs are forced wide apart, hands high above their head. The level of anxiety grows.
When the same voice sexily orders the two men to attach special iron rings around everyone's cock and balls, the two guys hesitate for a moment. But the woman orders the men to look around, to locate the cameras filming them, to look at the screen showing the number of viewers over the internet--more than 500,000. She warns them that if they do not comply immediately with every order, she will punish them. Severely. Disproportionately. It is hard not to hear the badly concealed joy and anticipatory pleasure in her voice when she utters the threats. The number of viewers suddenly increases with 100,000 after the threat. Per second. They all hear the female voice chuckle evilly.
Meanwhile, over 10 million viewers watch how the two men finish their strangely intimate work, and are ordered to take a seat in the two chairs in the middle of the room. Suddenly two cloaked and hooded figures enter the room, but there is no way they can hide their identity. The telling combination of huge breasts and a monumentally muscular physique showing through the liquified cloaks draped over their lush curves, leaves no doubt that they belong to the team of ultra-sexy muscle babes that slaughtered the rest of the audience. You can hear stiletto heels ominously clicking on the floor as one of them struts towards the closest man attached to the wall and runs her long-nailed index finger along the length of his shaft. He shivers at her touch, his penis rising to the occasion. She lovingly grabs it, gently jerks it a couple of times and then releases his cock. He is helpless. His erection twitches in delight, desperate to cum. His eyes look up in the darkness under the hood and notice gorgeous eyes flickering dangerously, a melodious voice whispering in mocking kindness.
- Good boy. Let me help you, but don't cum. I hate it when men cum too early.
With her left hand she cups his balls and softly fumbles them, her right hand slowly moves up and the entire length of his shaft, her thumb delicately nudging his glans, tickling it. He moans in arousal, gasping for breath as an explosive orgasm is building up.
- I know what you think. How come she is so good at this? Practice, baby. Lots and lots of practice.
The number of viewer exceeds two million and is increasing exponentially.
- Are you afraid?
He nods emphatically, trembling in mortal terror. She turns and moves her sculpted ass over his crotch, sexily wiggling her beautifully developed glutes over his over-stimulated cock. Totally aware that her curved bubble-butt shows through the cloak, she wantonly coos:
- You should be petrified, baby. I'm so fucking aggressive and horny today. Just slaughtered over 5,000 assholes, but haven't fucked one decent cock. Yours won't do it for me either. Let me guess? 5.5 inches?
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- Huh? Lost your tongue? What size, stupid fuck? Size!
She turns around and aggressively grabs his chin, lifting him into the air. You can see her beautifully long, sharp and red-colored nails digging into his neck, making deep cuts, slicing through his frail flesh. The forearm that becomes partly visible as the cloak's sleeve slides down, is nothing less than spectacular! Superbly muscled, obviously pumped-up and brutally vascular. This anatomic miracle certainly pumped some very heavy weights today. The number of gym hours to get a specimen like that--it would humiliate any male pro--must be huge. Exceptional genes, advanced roids and serious training: this monstrous forearm has it all! This baby rips apart steel girders without even breaking a sweat. Whether it is to show off her brutal power, or whether it is to scare the men in the room, or to increase viewers, or all of these, fact is that she is so aggressive in lifting his chin that she almost breaks his neck. His feet are so tightly strapped, that his legs are stretched to bursting point, his ankle joints nearly being ripped apart by the sheer force of her lift.
... Ooooaaa... O God... Six... Six inches.
- No fucking way your miserable little cock is six inches! But it wouldn't save you anyway: need at least eight. Why don't you fucking men give me eight? Fucking losers! When I rape my lovers, they at least get to see my double-D, and not some inferior B-cup! Big tits matter, don't you think?
As she sexily protrudes her gorgeous breasts the liquified fabric of the cloak suggestively shows off the contours of her huge, melon-sized bust, the erect nipples visibly poking through the cloak, indicative of her sexual excitement. The man seems to get more aroused as well. Certainly when she moves her other hand under his balls and expertly stimulates his ass and scrotum, his penis twitches in delight, becoming harder than it has ever been. The metal ring around his shaft painfully constrains his cock, threatening to pierce his flesh. She sexily coos:
- Looks like you love being manhandled, don't you? You horny fuck!
Her hand is doing magic stuff to his crotch. The man is going crazy--the close encounter with this cloaked domme frees him from his innate inhibitions. It is so sexual, so enticingly arousing. What normally would be confined to the intimacy of the bedroom--he would even be too shy to reveal these deep-rooted fantasies to his wife--he now openly confides. Even with friends and family present.
- O yes... I love being dominated. I have always loved to watch these huge muscular women humiliate smaller men like me. I fantasize about how a gorgeous bodybuilding beast would force me into sex. How she would dominate me. O my God ... ... I saw your arm. Felt your glutes. You must be so muscular, so gorgeous!
The cloaked behemoth eases up on him somewhat. She makes sure he can breathe normally again by loosening the tight grip on his chin. If he could see her angelic face under the hood--which he cannot--he would see an evil grin around her luscious lips, her tongue sexily wetting her upper lip in gleeful anticipation of the ultra-sadistic possibilities opening up to her.
- I'm indeed a bodybuilder. A muscle monster. A hulking gym beast. I easily outclass my professional male colleagues in size and differentiation. God! They're so jealous... And yes, I'm gorgeous. Some men--and I guess you would be one of them--call me the sexiest creature of the entire universe! Wherever I go, there is erections and sperm. Needless to say that I adore these effects and seldom hide my cock-teasing hotbod from male--or female--gazes. Imagine the body under this cloak. Just think about it.
- O my God! ... You ... ... You must be amazing. ...
He stares in utter amazement at her broad shoulders hidden under the cloak, but it is impossible to hide the deep striations in her delts, showing incredible definition in her shoulder muscles! One glance at her forearm is enough to realize that this woman takes bodybuilding seriously. Its size and development is simply insane! Unreal. The combination of her sexy feminine hand with the long red nails and the supreme muscularity of her forearm makes him giddy with lust. His imagination works overtime.
- Yeah, imagine my muscles rippling under this cloak as I work your balls. You'd love to feel my flexing arm muscles while I jerk you off, wouldn't you? Feel the bulging hardness of my pumped bis and tris as I slowly pump your cock into major orgasm.
He feels how ultra-experienced fingers gently and delicately drive him mad with lust. He has never been sexually stimulated like this. This woman's a pro. A sex bomb.
- ... Oh ... ... God! ... ... You are so gorgeous.
- Wanna date me? I just broke up with my boyfriend.
The other cloaked figure starts laughing out loud.
- You broke up? You broke him in. Fuck, Karen. You tortured him for ten days! The guy was a total wreck.
- Well, I may have been just a little too hard on him. I shouldn't have impaled him on that huge barbell now, should I?
- Ha, I'm quite familiar with your standard procedures. Didn't feel the need to pop in. Let me guess... You heated up the barbell until it was red hot. And then you added some voltage. Some serious voltage.
- Oh yeah, he went berserk with pain. Then I started using the needles. Lots of them. On his cock. On his balls. My God, he lost it! Kept him alive for more than five days, filled him up with drugs. How he suffered! It was gruesome. It was only after I started hitting him with a baseball bat that things went faster for him. Broke each and every bone in his body twice or more. Love having a boyfriend. Hate to remind them of their long-term commitment, though: they break so quickly...
- God, Karen, you're a beast with men! Hahaha!
The man is totally under her spell and his sexual minstrations keep him hypnotized.
- ... O yes, I want to be your boyfriend. I'll worship every inch of your body. Let me be your slave. O God, yes! But don't torture me... Please! I'll do anything you want...
Karen notices his cock is about to erupt a huge load. He is so excited by her forward talk and the closeness of her super-sexy hotbod. The playfulness immediately makes room for cruelty. Cold, merciless cruelty. It is frightening to witness how this sexy woman switches from a flirty playful hot tease into a cold-blooded sadistic killer.
- I fucking told you not to cum, you fuck! You inferior piece of shit.
The cloaked female slaps his erection and hits it hard, preventing a huge orgasm. Her blow is so painful he writhes in his constraints and screams his lungs out. He immediately loses his erection and starts to cry. Like a child.
- Please... Please... I'll do anything. Anything...
The cloaked tormentor feeds on his terror. How she loves to watch him plead and beg. How she loves to see him give up everything just for her touch. She keeps being surprised by how easy men change into a pleading crybabies, crushed mentally by the mere touch of her hand. And she continues...
- I'm so fuckin' dominant, baby. You have no idea. The slightest hesitation to do what I want results in punishment. Hurting men gets me off. Torturing them makes me dripping wet. Slaughtering them sends waves of blissful pleasure through this ultra-trained curvaceous hotbod.
She pauzes for a moment to increase the dramatic effect of her words.
- Well, let's be open about this: I slaughter people for a living. This body is designed and trained to kill.
- ... ... O please. Don't... ... God. Let me be your boyfriend! I'll do anything.
- Anything? Let's see. Don't make a fucking sound.
Suddenly she lands her fist in his kidney area. Hard and totally controlled. His side immediately colors reddish blue upon impact. The impact of the blow is simply devastating: his body convulses, an overwhelmingly sharp pain electrifies him, all air is taken from his lungs. The power in his legs disappears and it is only the straps around his wrists that keep him hanging. His face turns white, his eyes staring lifelessly at his tormentor.
- Good boy. Impressive. Not a fucking hiss.
Then she lands another blow on exactly the same spot. The second blow is even harder and more vicious than the first one: she drives her fist almost into his side! You can hear ribs giving in, on the verge of breaking. His side turns darker blue and red from the huge bruise forming under his skin. His face is drawn in a mask of pain, but he does not make a sound.
- Hahaha, fuck, it's these new roids: killed every man I met the last couple of days. I'm so fucking aggressive. I even crushed my personal assistants between my thighs. All twenty. I made each of them watch how I did the others.
The other cloaked beast agrees.
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Very sexy update! Two thumbs up from me.
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I really like this. The forearm is probably my favorite female body part. I love it when I encounter a woman in real life whose are bigger than mine...
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Hi, Katarina here. Still following this great story and hoping for an update soon!
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Me too. Muscle girls, high heels, back handsprings, and guns...pretty much the perfect adventure. For the reader, of course, not the poor guys who are the targets of those women...
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Sorry for the delay... Hope you enjoy this part!
- Yeah. I was on holiday in Moscow for two weeks and I did nothing else than slaughtering men. Really. Killed every Russian fucker in about 5 miles radius from the luxury suites hotel where I was staying. Must have killed thousands. In the hotel, in the pool, on the streets, in bars and clubs. I was so freakin' horny and aggressive. Couldn't even stand the thought of a man alive, his inadequate cock standing ridiculously erect at the sight of my outrageously sexy physique. The Russian government covered up the whole thing. They facilitated everything as long as my work included some of the dissidents of the regime. Gotta love this Putin! Fuck, Karen, snuffing out that audience around the cage made me horny as hell: I'd fuck a lamppost.
Karen, who is obviously enjoying the agony of her victim as a result of her devastating blows and kick, chuckles and replies:
- Are there moments when you wouldn't fuck a lamppost, Rowena? Hahaha! By the way, you looked gorgeous with your long blonde hair in the stadium! Love it. It contrasts nicely with your shiny black skin. Black is beautiful, but blonded blacks are drop-dead gorgeous!
- Made these guys drop dead all right! Hahaha! Killed fucking thousands of them--I aimed for the limbs and crotch, for the slow death... Don't you love the recoil of these ultra-heavy sub-machine guns, Karen? It makes your muscles really stand out, as if pumped, and the veins start to snake all over your skin. It makes your pussy itch with pleasure, its urge to feast on men becomes so dominant that I need to finger myself while typically holding the gun in the other hand. Love that pose: makes me look so intimidating that I've seen men shit their pants in pure terror! Imagine: a huge black bodybuilding beast fingering herself to orgasm while shooting a huge sub-machine gun with the other hand, a gun made to rest on a bi-pod and firing round after round after round--only blowing away limbs leaving the men to die the most agonizing death after hours of suffering.
- You curvy perv! Love ya, Row! Well, if you're horny, plenty of cocks here: choose wisely.
- Well, Karen, I don't care for cock-size this time. I want my pussy to be orally worshiped. I crave for tongue action.
And she addresses the group of captive men who are still oblivious as to their fate.
- Anyone who is exceptionally good at licking pussy? I don't mean just good: your tongue and mouth need to be like an amusement park and I want to enjoy the ride. Anyone?
Deadly silence.
- Come on, don't be shy, guys. I'll offer you a well-groomed, perfectly shaven pussy. I can tell you I'm dripping wet. And for those who may be wondering: yes, my clit is deliciously swollen and my snatch is pretty muscular, just like the rest of my body. And I assure you: once you've had dinner at my Y, you'll never go anywhere else. Hehe.
A man with a nicely toned body hanging next to her, nods silently. He actually looks pretty athletic with a beautifully tanned muscular torso and trained arms. This man obviously hits the gym on a regular basis. She goes over to him, her hand softly brushing his crotch, and whispers in his ear, her lips sensually nibbling his earlobe, arousing him.
- You're in for quite a ride, boy. Are you experienced?
Without looking down, the fingers of the cloaked female remove the tiny metal ring around his cock--she has obviously done this before. She skillfully moves her dangerously sharp and ultra-long nails over his penis, stirring it to life, bringing him close to orgasm in no time.
- ... Ooo... I... I eat my wife a lot ... ... On a daily basis....
- You must love it down there.
The slight hesitation in his answer makes her grin mockingly. The nail of her index finger softly touches the tip of his cock, hurting him just a little. His penis throbs with arousal.
- Or even better yet: she forces you to, doesn't she?
He nods. In shame.
- Mmmm, yeah, that's it. I feel you've learned to associate pain with pleasure. I can't blame your wife: who'd want to fuck that miserably tiny cock of yours?
His face betrays how deeply humiliated he is with her remark. He is touched to the core of his being. He is so disappointed that she also finds him inadequate, inferior in a department he cannot do anything about. Just like his wife. Ever since he married his trophy-wife--a gorgeous big-titted IFBB pro-Figure competitor--his existence has been transformed into one of docility and servitude. His life has been narrowed down to making sure she can train, eat, fuck and sleep. Every day. He knows she fucks around with plenty of well-hung gym studs, but he is simply addicted to her sensual touch and cocky attitude. And at least, her fucking around gets him through the day: she does not rape him too often... From their first date, she has been talking size and how she preferred a fat and meaty cock to satisfy her trained pussy. It made him depressed. He will always remember the moment when he had undressed and entered the bedroom where she was waiting for him, wantonly gracing the bed in her muscular splendor. Full of anticipation he waited until she had finished taking selfies of her incredibly sexy physique in competition shape, totally self-absorbed, her leather lingerie and high-heeled knee-high boots causing him to almost shoot his load there and then. She was so arousing and she knew it. When she looked up at his throbbing erection, she burst out laughing and simply stated--he remembers her exact words very clearly: 'that thing won't do it for me. Hope your good at cunnilingus.' When he had serviced her orally for almost two hours, his face drenched in her pussy juices, she ordered him to jerk off while she continually texted messages to some friend and chuckled in reaction to what that friend texted back. It was so humiliating, he failed to get a hard-on. When he pleaded her to lend him a hand, she aggressively threw him onto the bed, pushed her firm striated ass and pussy over his face and started massaging the area around his cock, giving him excellent view of her differentiated back muscles in pure competition shape, the tanning lotion still prominently highlighting her muscular definition and giving her sexy body that sultry shiny wet-look. By arching her back and slowly turning her monumental torso towards him she gave him a perfect under-side-boob view of her big bolt-on tits, shiny with the oil they had been excessively rubbed in with. She had the habit of letting the tanning man doing her boobs too, knowing how unbelievably sexy and irresistibly arousing her pair of boobs would be during and after the show. This view was such a huge turn-on: his penis got so hard, it throbbed with excitement. She must have had all kinds of sexual pleasanteries in mind, but the slightest touch of her lips on his shaft caused him to cum in what must have been the most intense orgasm in his life, shooting immense loads of semen all over the place. 'Fuck, I didn't even touch you' was all she blurted out. She made him lick his sperm from her hands and asked him for 2,000 dollars as a compensation for ruining her sexual pleasure. When he seemed unwilling to pay, she got very aggressive and took his balls in her hand and started squeezing. 'Do you want me to crush that pathetic little sucker and these filthy little balls? Make sure you pay me, you fucking excuse for a man, or I'll make sure you never fuck again!' She took 5K from his wallet and he did not have the courage to say anything, afraid she might fuck him up. From then on, he knew he was hooked on her, he worshiped every inch of her. She loved the attention she got from him, and especially the money he was able to spend on her--he was a billionaire and she loved the luxury. So, yes, he is trained in cunnilingus.
- Good, no need to be ashamed. I love subs. I kinda collect them. Then I rip them apart. Hahahaha! Let me take care of you. ... Mmmm...
Her hand moves under his scrotum, producing an erection like he has never had one before: rock-hard, ready to cum big time. He gasps in arousal as the ultra-talented fingers of her other hand start stroking his shaft. Expertly. He has never felt anything like this before--his sex-crazed wife only touched him like this when she wanted a new car. Or a diamond ring. But even then her talented hands never made him quite quiver in ecstasy like this. This cloaked female plays in a league of her own.
- You like that, baby? I'm so much more than the ultra-sadistic killing machine men take me to be. I'm a sex freak too. I can make you experience things you've only dreamed about.
To his astonishment she starts kissing him, her delicious tongue exploring the depths of his mouth, slowly curling around his tongue, making small circles and driving him mad with lust. It is a deeply sensual kiss, so erotically charged, that she makes him mad with lust, his heart skipping several beats.
- Mmmm. Feels like you crave for some love, baby. I kinda like you. A pity you're so inferior down here...
She continues the subtle manipulation of his ass and cock and soon he has to devote all his attention to hold back a major orgasm. This woman is a total pro.
- What's the matter, baby? Trying to stop what is inevitable? I own you. I control that stupid 5-inch pecker. Well, try not to cum. We'll see how that works.
And with that order, he feels a strong finger gently entering his asshole, stimulating his prostate. He sighs in pure excitement: this sudden intrusion is so arousing, so indicative of her sexual skill and superiority--a dominant gesture too which his wife loved and never failed to make him excited about. When she ordered him to get her tight black leather gloves, he knew he was in for hours of brutal femdom, her gloved hand perfectly equipped to roughing up his ass. Whether it was fisting him or pegging him with a whole collection of monstrously big dildos, when she really got down to it, his ass was involved, either before or after riding his face. So, when he feels a finger entering his ass, it is these thoughts and images of his outrageously athletic wife that send shivers down his spine. At first, he is able to hold back the strong impetus to cum, but her virtuoso touch sends wave after wave of pure orgasmic pleasure through his body.
- Don't cum, baby. If you do, I'll tear off your balls and crush your tiny cock in the palm of my hand. And I won't pretend I wouldn't like that: I love snuffing out men like you... And remember it's only your mouth and tongue I need.
There is panic in his eyes. No way he can control this kind of stimulation. And he knows this busty monster could easily kill him. His breathing becomes labored, as her talented hand rhythmically strokes his cock, slowly moving up and down his shaft. Her thumb adds some extra pressure and movement every time she reaches his cock-head. The finger in his ass is driving him nuts and increases the arousing effect of each sensual jerk of her expert hand-job. What a treat!
- O please.... ... This is too much! You are so good. ... Oooo...
- Mmmm... I know, baby. You're about to lose it, aren't ya?
- ... ... Let me cum, please. O, may I cum?
You can hear her ice-cold answer, as she continues to expertly toy with his manhood, overwhelming the man with levels of arousal he has never experienced before. An erotic overdose.
- No.
And then he loses all control. No way holding back an orgasm now: this babe surely knows her way around a man's cock and asshole! She triggers him to shoot a massive load, the biggest orgasm in his life! Blurb after blurb of sticky stuff escape from his purple cock, hot thick drops arching their ominous way through the room, much to his own embarrassment and to the astonishment of the other men around. For more than twenty seconds she forces him to ejaculate what seems like an inordinate amount of sperm. A geyser.
- Mmmm. I ordered you not to cum. Don't you remember?
The last words are so erotically charged, the melodious high pitch of her voice so sexy, yet her words drip with sarcasm. He knows he will be punished for this Olympic orgasm.
- Yes, I do remember. I'm so sorry. Have mercy! I just couldn't help it. You're soooo freakin' good. Your hands are ... heavenly!
And he means every word he says: this woman is a sex-bomb! A sexpert. He has never experienced levels of arousal which her fingers so seemingly carelessly inflicted. The cloaked curvaceous bodybuilder skillfully continues to tickle his asshole, stimulating his penis to continue producing drips of sperm. He moans in desperation, having lost all control due to sexual over-stimulation.
- I can make you leaking cum. See? No way stopping me. Men tell me it feels awkward. Does it?
He merely manages to nod, hoping she will stop her advanced sexual magic.
- And what about this, baby?
It is impossible to see what the talented teen is doing, but it sure hurts him horribly: his cries are heart-rending, his screams terrifying. And then he starts peeing uncontrollably, wetting the floor under him. Her voice sounds ice-cold again:
- You're mine. I own you, boy. I totally control you: the only thing you can do without my permission is breathe. Everything else needs my permission: talk, eat, sleep. Especially your penis needs to comply immediately or I'll make you regret you ever had one. If you live up to my expectations, I might show you what this body of mine is capable of in bed. Now, get out and wait for me outside. On your knees. Make sure you're hard when I come out.
She frees him from the straps and playfully slaps his ass as he hurries himself towards the door, which automatically opens for him.
- Hey, Karen, I found my boy toy. Your guy is not bad too: I know you like your men obedient, but this is fucking exceptional.
- Indeed. Few men manage to do what he just did. I fucking destroyed his kidney and he didn't make a sound.
Karen looks at the suffering man she just destroyed. He is wasted, drooling all over, his body hanging in an awkward angle, the side of his torso colors red-blueish black, showing signs of severe trauma... The cloaked bodybuilder slaps his face, drawing his attention again. His eyes look pleadingly in her direction.
- The point is: I wanted to have all your attention. All of you. There is a challenge.
All men are silent in the room, anxiously watching the cloaked figures. Everybody feels something is aloof. Everybody knows that these cloaks hide two ultra-sexy assassins. Two trained killers who take pleasure in snuffing out their victims. Meanwhile, the number of viewers exceeds 100 million. More than 100 million people are watching this strange situation over the internet! Commenting on the action, making suggestions about possible punishments, masturbating, etc. They pay astronomical amounts of dollars to see these bodybuilding girls in action. Especially Rowena's weekly webcam sessions are notorious for their combination of showing steaming sex laced with extremely brutal and gory torture.
- The challenge is simple: if you get a hard-on, the ring around your cock and testicles will tighten and castrate you. And we'll leave you bleeding to death. So, erection equals castration. If you're able to control your cock however, you go free as a bird. We may even kiss you goodbye, don't we Rowena?
- Haha, sure!
- Now, shall we take off our cloaks? Don't you all die to see our big ballooning boobs? We dressed ourselves up, especially for you.
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I liked your description of the machine gun scene. I had an opportunity to fire a machine gun a few months ago and the instructor said I handled the recoil very well. I definitely got a feeling for what your girls in your story must have felt when they were shooting!
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Thanks for the latest update! I've always loved women with dark brown skin, especially if they have long, flowing hair to go along with it. I particularly like Latina, Southeast Asian, and Middle Eastern women. Also European blonde women with dark tans. Like you said, dark skin + blonde hair looks stunning.
Dark brown skin, in addition to making a woman's muscles stand out more, just gives her more of a domme look.
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Muscle babes at play--merely foreplay that is. Suggestions as to how these babes have to finish off their victims are welcomed! Enjoy!
The men realize what the game will be and writhe in their restraints. Some scream in horror. Others brace themselves and try to focus on something else than the erotically charged, ultra-feminine liquefied contours of the cloaks. The moment they take off their hooded garments, all men sigh in total awe and utter astonishment, as two ultra-sexy mega-muscular physiques are revealed in all their stupefying feminine glory. These ravishing bodybuilding beauties wear white see-through, high-neck, sleeveless tight-fitting crop tops in combination with a matching white, high-waisted pencil tight skirt and 9-inch stiletto platform fetish pumps! Their dress-code is all about revealing their erotic capital, about showing off their mind-blowing, arousing physiques. When they approach the men in the chairs, you can see their chiseled abs flexing and relaxing, their huge boobs jutting sexily, stretching the fabric of the crop top to the max. Their pierced nipples are visible through the garment. But it is the oil! It is the oil that gives their flawless skin this orgasmic wet-look. Shiny and intimidating. Every bulging, pumped-up muscle in their impressive arms is visible, the vascularity and differentiation of their ultra-trained brawn is stupefying. Saying these bitches are pumped, does not begin to describe the mind-boggling size and development of each hyper-vascular muscle group! The striated and ripped muscular ridges on their upper arms alone, which flex, bulge and relax with the slightest movement of their arm, testify of the heavy gym-work on obvious display. These babes are anatomic miracles. They show the arousing combination of power and sensuality, of a hyper-muscular physique with ultra-sexy big curves!
- Mmmm. Like what you see?
Their bodies are indeed built to perfection. Huge, Curvy. Bulging. Ripped. In front of so much beauty and brawn all men--except the one Karen nearly beat to death--get straining erections. And even his penis twitches in arousal. Being so close to these sexily shiny muscle-girls has the men mesmerized.
- I knew you'd get hard. Everybody does. I'm used to men creaming their pants whenever they notice me.
Karen, the gorgeous red-head, struts back towards the man she nearly killed and moves her exquisite long-nailed index finger under his scrotum. The suffering man's cock immediately rises again. She is sizzling hot. A muscle bomb. A sex Goddess.
- What I hate is disobedience. You should know as you're my new boyfriend now. Disobeying my orders makes me pissed. And when I'm pissed, I'm dangerous. The servant who oiled my body, came three times in his pants, although I had explicitly warned him not to. I had him skinned alive by two of his colleagues, who then filled him up with boiling oil through his ass. See? That's how I punish disobedience.
Meanwhile Karen grabs his shaft and starts pumping his cock. It is the delicacy of her touch, the sensual tenderness of her movements that strike him. One glance at her exceptional forearm makes the man shiver in horror: this ultra-thick, hypertrophied muscular miracle must have been the instrument in slaughtering thousands of men and it is now slowly pumping him into orgasm. The sexy flexing of her ballooning biceps and striated triceps is driving him crazy with lust, her ultra-muscular upper arms are simply as big as his entire torso. And bigger! He imagines being hugged in these arms and pushed against her ample chest. Her boobs are not simply huge, they are gravity-defying, exaggerated, orgasm-triggering curves of orgasmic femininity. What a rack! Pure perfection. Little does he know that she has lured thousands of men into her lair and crushed them against these babies. Just for the fun of it. Just to feel their inferior torsos being crushed against her ultra-sexy female curves. The sound of male ribs giving in when intimately locked in a brutal bear hug, the striated thigh of her lavishly oiled ultra-muscular leg driving a victim's erection to orgasm, but just before he is able to cum, squashing balls and all into a bloody pulp, using her impossible arms to crush him, making sure that death is still a long way off.
- You're a nice guy. I like you. Do you like me?
He gulps and nods emphatically.
- You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. Your body is a man's ultimate fantasy. My fantasy... My God, you're gorgeous!
- I feel your cock's really getting excited. So you like muscular girls who are in charge? Bitches who can rip you to pieces?
Suddenly Karen stops jerking him off and leaves his cock twitching, desperately aching for her touch.
- O yes. ... I submit... Please, let me be your slave. Your dog. The shadow of your dog.
- Jeez, don't get too excited, baby! Don't overestimate the importance of your role as boyfriend. You don't really think that just because I jerk you off, that you're in a position to ask me something? Or want something?
The supreme dominance of the red-haired vixen is so obvious physically that her humiliating talk only adds a little fraction to his sexual excitement, but it is enough to have his penis leaking pre-cum. He is so aroused by the overwhelming presence of this muscular über-chic, that in spite of his suffering, he is ready to orgasm. His shaft is all veiny and purple in arousal. Ready to burst.
- The most important privilege of being my boyfriend is that you get to spend an awful lot of time between my legs. Licking pussy. Sucking clit. You don't get to orgasm yourself, because it distracts too much from your sole purpose in life: pleasuring me. I hate it when my boyfriend cums when I'm busy fucking around with big cocks. Masturbation is prohibited, even touching your cock needs my permission. It's mine and mine only to touch. Few men manage to control their cock in my presence: that's why I castrate most of my boyfriends--unless they have a 10" cock of course! But you don't seem to fall into that category now, do ya? Hahaha! Pathetic little fucker.
The man is looking pleadingly into her cold, predatory eyes. He is concentrating so much on not cumming, that he cannot think straight. His close encounter with this monumental muscle babe is just too much for him. The vibrant, sensually flexing sea of hypertrophied female muscle 'n' curves drives him wild with lust. But Karen is notorious for being an ultra-strict domme who demands absolute obedience and who severely punishes even the smallest of violations...
- Don't fucking cum! One drip of cum and I'll break your fingers one by one and then order you to jack off! As a boyfriend you are supposed to watch me fuck and I might even invite you to join in. To lick my lover's cum off my bulging thighs or flexed biceps or just to lick my pussy when I'm giving blowjobs. Is that pre-cum? ... Is it?
She looks him straight in the eye. He cowers in fear, pretty sure it is indeed a small drip... Her voice is soft, feminine, yet somehow strong and foreboding:
- Is it?
- ... Y... Yes, it is... But I didn't cum. O please, I didn't...
Tears roll down his cheeks.
- Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure it won't happen again.
She makes him watch as she first pulls a black leather glove over her right fist slowly, sensually and then attaches brass knuckles to her fist. She sexily coos:
- You want me to rebuild your face or your crotch? What's it gonna be, hmmm?
The sight of her brass knuckle makes him tremble in pure terror. His hard-on disappears and he starts to pee uncontrollably. Totally mortified. She merely grins in response, quite used to all kinds of "liquid" reactions of the men she is having fun with.
- I'm so fucking intimidating. I know. So, what's it gonna be?
She moves the cold metal of the brass knuckle to his lips, touching him, making him shiver.
- O please, don't hit me again, please. O God... Don't punish me. I didn't cum, did I?
Karen chuckles.
- No, you fucking wet the floor like a baby. You could have ruined my pumps. You know what? I'll rebuild both--what about that?
The busty bodybuilder roars with laughter and then conspirationally whispers in his ear.
- I'm the meanest badass bitch you'll ever meet. So, kiss the knuckle, baby. Kiss it. Worship it.
He does.
- Yeah, that's it. Now lick it. Like you would worship my pussy.
He does.
- You make me wet, you know that? You make me dripping wet with your inferior shit. You know what happens when men do live up to my standards? Hmm?
Her other hand slowly moves up between his legs, experienced fingertips carefully explore his crotch, her long nails gently scratch his flesh. When her ultra-skilled fingers start working his balls, his penis rises to a full-blown erection again within seconds.
- You have no idea, haven't you?
He gasps.
- You wanna know? Beg me to tell you. Beg, asshole.
The poor man is completely at her mercy, unable to stop her hands from teasing him, unable even to gain control over his bodily reactions to so much female domination. You can see she loves the desperation written all over his face, the panic even, when she teasingly slow starts jerking his cock again, skillfully edging, keeping him on the verge of a major orgasm.
- ... Oo... God... ... Mmm... Please, Goddess... I beg ya. I know I'm not worth it, and I know it's hard for me to live up to your standards, but inform me on what you grant your underlings when they do satisfy you. I would do anything to please you. Anything.
- Pathetic piece of shit! Is that all you can come up with in the face of death? I'm a professional killer notorious for fucking my men up before I kill them. Well, they get raped too. Yeah, I slaughter them like beasts.
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One of the muscle girls could impale a guy with her stilettos, one high heel in his torso and the other lower down, like his crotch maybe...Then she would slowly do the splits and eventually rip him in half with her superhumanly strong legs as she reached a full 180 degree split.
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Just as he thinks he cannot hold it any more, she releases his cock from her grip. It is obvious his penis aches for release, throbbing in anticipation of a huge orgasm. The outrageously muscular beauty mockingly looks at him.
- I'm sure you've never got a hand-job like this.
- God, no. It feels so good. ... It's like the hand of a Goddess.
- Mmm. I know, baby. I practice a lot. An awful lot. I take three things seriously: money, muscles and men. That's all I care about: I make fortunes fucking men with these muscles.
- Please, don't hurt me. Please...
- Hurt you? I'm going to fuck you. It's going to hit you like an earthquake. There is only one thing: don't fucking cum. The slightest leakage of sperm and I'll rip you to shreds. And you can take that quite literally. Hehe.
- ... Holy God... Please, have mercy. I'll give you money. Please, I'll give you all I own.
- Don't spoil our fun, baby. Are we talking 7 zero figures here?
He shakes his head in disappointment. Visibly annoyed she grabs his balls.
- Don't try to be smart or you'll lose your miserable fucking balls.
- Sorry... O sorry! Please...
His world explodes when he feels how her long and razor-sharp nails easily pierce his soft flesh and inflict deep but superficial cuts around his scrotum. It is obvious that it is pain she is after. Her beautiful shiny nails slowly and deliberately transform his crotch into a hellish torture zone: numerous superficial cuts and bruises inflicted with surgical precision leave him suffering a horrendously burning pain... Blood dribbles over her hand down his legs. The gorgeous sex-bomb has no inhibitions whatsoever when it comes to torturing men.
- Fucking mouse: see how talented I am? I can make you suffer excruciating pains and still keep you hard. So easy. I'm perfection personified.
How he suffers! He is screaming his lungs out in total desperation. His body frantically shakes in response to her brutal attack, until all of a sudden he feels a talented hand around his penis again, expertly jerking him off. And you can see this is no ordinary hand-job, but one that reveals an inordinate amount of practice and sexual mastery. Being up close with a curvaceous female body so beautifully trained, so erotically charged, so skimpily and sexily clothed make his cock swell in ecstasy, even in spite of the previous torture. Both girls are heavily made up, as if they are going to a photo-shoot, which only enhances their jaw-dropping beauty. Their form-hugging, skintight clothing highlights every curve in their body, the oil gives the ample flesh they do show, that sexy, slippery look and it makes every striation, every vein, every muscular ridge or bulge stand out for all to enjoy! As Karen very slowly lifts her leg into an impressive standing split--totally controlled--she rips apart her pencil skirt, leaving all eyes fixed on her perfectly shaven, pink pussy. That her ample breasts provocatively stretch her crop top to the max, filling it up with an incredible double-D riding high on her chest, adds to her aura of kinky fetish goddess. She positions her muscular calf against his shoulder and pushes her seething pussy over his cock, making him gasp in arousal. He feels the deliciously wet walls of her pussy enveloping his shaft, grinding his cock, feeling the enormous power of her vaginal muscles. She wantonly purses her lips, arousing him even more when she uses her her left hand to tickle his balls. He suddenly feels her pussy contracting, like a vice, threatening to crush his cock.
- Mmmm, let me do the workin'. You just focus on one thing: don't cum.
His frantic screams testify of the horrendous pain she inflicts just by contracting her juicy vaginal muscles around his penis which gives in to her brutal assault. She knows she could easily crush his cock to pulp if she only wanted to. The ultra-dominant sex-beast had done this before so often, but she is careful not to damage him too much too quickly now or he would miss all the fun. The talented teen squeezes just enough to make him suffer horribly without sealing his fate. The damage done to his penis is both considerable and superficial--the work of an absolute pro. When the flexible beauty suddenly pulls away her pelvis and gets out of the standing split position, she releases his cock which is wet all over. His penis still twitches in delight, wet and shiny with Karen's pussy juices. A closer look at it, reveals it is purply-red with internal bleeding and signs of trauma. It looks awfully brutalized.
- Don't worry too much. Just squeezed it a bit. Hahaha!
Tears run down his cheeks. He starts to cry silently, trying to cope with the pain and humiliation. Karen really gets off on his reaction. It makes her hot and horny as hell. And aggressive. He senses and notices how the hyper-trophied muscle mass in front of him builds up for more havoc and he tries to please his tormentor, in an attempt to keep her calm.
- ... O God, Karen... You're so sexy! I'd do anything to serve you.
- Mmmm, I know. But you're so fucking small and inadequate. You're hardly male. Ever heard of cock insertions?
Beaming with sadistic pleasure Karen picks up a shiny metal rod from a table, showing its size and thickness to the cameras. It is the smallest of its kind, four other rods being available that all increase in size and thickness, the last about the size of a small dildo!
- I really love them: they make men so vulnerable and obedient. And when handled with skill, they are so fucking painful.
Without lubricant or oil, she carefully inserts the first rod, while jerking his shaft between index and middle finger.
- Mmmm. How does that feel, baby? That's one way to finger a man. There are other ways, you know. Ways that are a lot more invasive. Hehe.
He does not grasp the meaning of her words, until she pushes in a second rod into his urethra without pulling out the first. It is a thick, ten inch monster and she pushes it completely into his five inch shaft until the nail of her index finger enters the pee hole of his swollen glans. Karen takes real joy in pushing her nail inch-deep into his shaft. He screams it out, as pain strikes his nervous system, pain he never deemed possible, pain he is unable to support.
- I always manage to push it in, even with ludicrously small cocks like yours. Like it?
His cock, still recovering from her vaginal assault and over-sensitive to every touch, burns with excruciating pain, pain that he feels radiating to his testicles and lower abdomen. He is losing all control as she starts jacking him off, using the palm of her hand now. The increased pressure on his shaft and the presence of the metal rods in his penis make for a strange combination of excruciating pain and pre-orgasmic pleasure without release. He goes berserk in seconds. The big-titted powerhouse keeps jerking him off, slow and gently at first, but increasingly fast and rough. Very rough. Her mighty boobs jiggle sexily within the tight confines of her top, as she manually assaults his cock, her beautifully pierced nipples obscenely poking through her garment. Her hand is merciless. Totally indifferent to his suffering. Or better: totally aimed at making him suffer. In no time blood oozes out of the tip of his cock, wetting her hand, and soon, she starts to crush his shaft while moving her hand up and down, squashing his penis in her strong grip. A high-pitched wailing fills the room. And every time you think it cannot get any worse, she pushes him over his limits and his voice produces terribly unnatural sounds.
- Are you about to explode?
When she finally releases what is left of his penis, you can see there is only raptured bloody tissue and skin left! The longest rod she inserted awkwardly remains erect, like a metal hard-on, like the erection of a cyborg. Through his incoherent wailing and babbling he looks at his horrifyingly mutilated crotch and then faces his incredibly sexy tormentor, her superbly muscular physique intimidatingly pumped, her arms vascular monsters of destruction.
- That was the fun part. Fun for you, I mean.
Too engrossed in his world of pain, he does not even notice the sadistic smirk crossing the sultry lips of the voluptuous red-haired vixen, showing how much she enjoys snuffing him out. This bodybuilding beauty is a narcistic beast, engineered to be crazy, built to slaughter and torture, trained to be excessively violent.
- Fuck, it's so good to have these muscles. Some guys think they are just for show, for aesthetic reasons, to please the eye. And I must say that I don't mind the intimidating dominatrix-look they give, the excess of brutal power they ooze. Gosh, men pee their pants when they face me. Or cream them. Hehe.
Just to show-off her pumped-up, ultra-defined biceps she adjusts the knucks on her gloved fist, making her vascular arm muscles swell into bulbous, meaty mounds of hyper-trophied female power. There is no doubt she easily out-classes any Mr. Olympia in terms of size, proportion, differentiation or vascularity.
- But it is the sheer power I love most: my athletic physique is so much more powerful than it looks. And in my line of work physical strength comes in handy. Hehe. When you're responsible for fucking up hundreds of men on a daily basis,
And then she strikes. And what a strike it is! Her brass-knuckled fist lashes out like lightning, with a speed his eye can hardly register. A devastating hook hits his jaw, crushing it, sending his teeth all over the place, completely destroying his facial bone structure. She literally breaks in his face! The monstrously mutilated man squeals terribly. The squealing quickly changes into a howling groan as blood gushes from the strange hole in his face, his deformed mouth gasping, like a fish out of the water.
- This is how I treat inadequate men. Gotta love these knuckles: they do so much damage... They're fucking brutal, don't you think?
And the muscle beast hits him again, another bone-shattering hook impacts on his face. The unabashed power of the blow combined with the brass knuckles splinters what is left of his lower jaw, breaking in his nose, crushing the lower part of his face. Meanwhile--and this is the really crazy thing--her other hand manipulates his balls, keeping him aroused--even if he lacks a penis. A miracle in itself. When she increases the pressure on his testicles, he goes nuts with pain and pleasure. The manual assault on his crotch is short and intense: she suddenly and smilingly opens up her hand, showing all men in the room the horrific truth. You can see it contains his bleeding balls neatly cut off by the iron wire. They are shocked. Petrified.
- See? That's what awaits you all. Hahaha! Enjoy the show while you still can.
The red-haired killing machine steps back, elegantly spins around, rises up her high-heeled foot whipping it through the air with a whooshing noise and lands her stiletto on his shoulder. The impact is massive, smashing his torso hard against the brick wall. The sheer force of her attack drives her heel deep into the shoulder joint, the impossibly strong muscles of her sleek leg provide her kicks bone-shattering force. He wails in complete agony.
- I'll kick your arm free. What do you say about that? Tell me, you fucking asshole!
She loves his futile attempts at answering her question, which produce ghastly gurgling noises in the hole that was once his mouth. With a ballet dancer's elegance and with a martial arts expert's skill, she lands her high-heeled foot on his shoulder again in an extraordinarily sexy display of how a hulking muscle monster combines feminine elegance with brutal power. With a savage grin she powers her luscious long leg upwards and lands her foot with such force that she crushes his shoulder and separates his arm from his torso with a horrendous cracking noise. His body hangs half free, as there is only one arm left which is strapped to the wall. He hangs there, suspended. Half-dead. Suffering. Mad with pain.
- O baby. You enjoy being my boyfriend?
And Karen's knuckled fist hits his solar plexus and disappears into his torso--yes, into!--and hits the stone wall behind him, the brass knuckles leaving a deep mark in the masonry. Her gloved hand mercilessly penetrates his torso and totally destroys his lungs, leaving him to gasp for air, suffocating him. His last moments alive are simply horrific, as he desperately tries to breathe while the gorgeous bodybuilder is tearing off rib after rib... She chuckles evilly as she systematically destroys his ribcage. The eerie sounds of bone and cartilage snapping fills the room. The sight is unreal: his mangled form, battered and mutilated beyond medical treatment, sharply contrasts with her hulking, half-naked dreambod, her exaggerated curves and muscles dripping with the blood of her victim. The sheer cruelty of her actions is highlighted by the visible pleasure she finds in simply tearing him apart, ripping his torso to pieces. Rowena has been watching the butchering with an amused grin.
- You're fucking ruthless, Karen. Don't you ever show mercy?
- Hahaha, Row! Look who's talking--as if you ever do. Saw your cam session yesterday. Can't say you showed your lovers any mercy either...
Rowena smiles in delight when she is reminded of how excessively violent she was towards her men in the cam session. They were doomed from the start: the huge black muscle beast just returned from a gruelling leg and glute workout, her irresistible body shiny with sweat. As usual--her pussy craved for action. She was so fucking horny. Her levels of arousal and aggression had been building up in the gym, but as she got to her cam session they were simply soaring. Without much ceremony, she savagely grabbed one of the five guys by his hair--these guys had been carefully selected and prepared and were anxiously waiting for her in her bedroom, stark-naked with a drug-induced, raging hard-on. The bodacious beauty pushed his face into her perfectly shaven crotch, her pussy dripping wet. He immediately knew that his life depended on satisfying her orally and so he started licking like a maniac. His hands had the privilege of touching and caressing the insides of her ultra-developed thighs, encountering a terrifyingly vascular and pumped-up muscle mass. Her long, bristling and magnificently bulging legs shone like proud pillars of power, dwarfing a genetically selected and trained racehorse's fabulously powerful limbs and reducing them to mere sticks in comparison. Combined with the ultra-erotic scent of her slit he could not keep himself from cumming, and he started shooting his semen all over the place. He quickly felt the pressure on his head increasing as her hand pushed his head harder into her crotch. Careless about his muffled cries and taps on her legs, the black muscle goddess continued to push, eventually being awarded with the squelchy sound of his skull giving in, pushing his comparatively soft cranium even harder against her clit. His body started to convulse. In agony. Brutal spasms shot through his spine. When she mindlessly pushed his body away, he was decapitated. His head was reduced to a bloody mess, brains and crushed bones were dripping through her strong fingers on the ground. The other men watched their gorgeous tormentor in total astonishment. Petrified. Despite their hard-on you could see they started peeing in mortal terror. They were shaking all over. Traumatized.
Rowena slowly moved her index finger over her slit and you could see her really getting off from her brutal kill, her eyelids lowered, a deeply animalistic, scorching desire obvious in her dark brown eyes. When she descended from her orgasmic high, she explained to the remaining men that they would have to remove each other's teeth, using a small forceps to pull them out one-by-one. Without an anesthetic of course, or the twisted doctor-patient fantasy would be ruined. The footage is really horrific! You can see how Rowena, who dressed herself up for the occasion in a tight white latex uniform which had a hard time containing her huge boobs or covering her muscular Brazilian bubble-butt, embraced one of her lovers, lifted him up and impaled him on a steel baseball bat, which stuck out vertically from a sophisticated device on the bedroom floor. Gravity pushed the infernal bat deep into his ass making him squeal in pain, but when Rowena placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down some more, the bat completely disappeared into his body, destroying his abdomen, tearing him open. He wailed and screamed incoherent words as blood gushed from his ass over the floor. When she ordered another man to pull the teeth, he refused. Quite expecting this reaction, she simply tore off his balls with the forceps and repeatedly slammed his head against the wall until there was no head left... The second lover went to work immediately and he actually showed a certain enthusiasm in it--the fear of being castrated by this ultra-sexy muscle bitch is such an incentive. She ordered the men to jerk off, while she gave the dentist a rough hand-job, making his cruel work even more difficult to perform. This busty black bodybuilder is indeed a virtuoso, notorious for her sexual cruelty and extreme sadism. For her, men are just toys to play with, forcing them into whatever her crazy psychotic brain leads her to, exploring their limits. Stretching their limits. Bodily. Mentally. Sexually. And then breaking them, feeding her darkest desires and fantasies. She has no inhibitions whatsoever when it comes to rough sex, usually slaughter-fucking four to five guys at once, totally re-defining their conception of normality.
- Hehe. They actually came off lightly. They were dead after less than an hour of fucking. The guy I just picked out, will be less lucky.
When the busty beauties start flexing their ultra-pumped physique, showing off their over-sized porn-star curves, the men go crazy. Despite the outrageous brutality of the killings they just witnessed, the men are aroused as never before. Both sex-bombs move and dance like professional strippers, enchanting their audience with suggestive poses emphasizing their athletic lines and showcasing their flexibility. When Rowena slowly spreads her legs and moves into an impressive straddle split, her pencil skirt rips open, bearing her awesome thighs. All male attention is drawn towards her oiled teardrop quads, stretched for all to enjoy.
- Do you know how many guys I forced to cum all over these babies?
Everybody remains silent.
- About as much as I have scissored to death between them. Hahaha!
The blonded black babe wantonly bares her perfectly white teeth in a sadistic grin and presses herself to handstand, keeping her legs wide, showing her perfectly shaven pussy, which looks deliciously wet. The busty powerhouse stretches her legs and does a few handstand push-ups, just to make her arms bristle with power, before most elegantly pushing herself into a back-bend flip neatly landing on her impossible high-heels.
- Any last words, guys?
Silence again.
- Fuck, you're a boring bunch of fuckin' assholes!
And before they are able to cum, all rings around their cocks snap. The initial sighs of arousal make room for a terrible wailing and screaming. Blood oozes from their crotches, leaving no doubt as to their fate. The two guys in the middle sitting on the chairs immediately get hard-ons too. Both hot-bods move like professional strippers and position one sexy foot strapped in these sexy high-heeled pumps between their legs, just touching their crotch.
- Don't dare to fucking cum.
Rowena brutally grabs one guy by his hair and pulls his head backwards, nearly breaking his neck. He screams in pain, shocked by the sheer brutality of her action. The sultry bodybuilding babe makes sure he has perfect view of her over-sized torso and flexes her other arm before his terrified eyes as an act of domination. The bulging biceps scream for attention, the obviously roided twin peaks bulge beautifully, a true size-monster, a horror for those on the receiving end of the bargain. The man in the chair wonders how such a gorgeous woman can be so muscular and still retain that ultra-sexy femininity of a total bimbo. She pushes her long-nailed index finger into his mouth, the same finger she explored the other man's prostate with. Her sexy foot massages his crotch, the stiletto high-heel dwarfing his erect penis. You can see that her movements are deliberately slow to showcase the beauty of her ultra-muscular physique.
- Suck my finger, bitch. Maybe it'll cum in your mouth... You'd like that, wouldn't you, cum in your mouth? Well, I'm certain we can arrange for you suck a lot of cock. I've got a whole pen full of these black men with huge dicks and I can tell you: they're quite obedient. Some haven't orgasmed for months. They'd love to cum in your mouth. They'd do anything I order them to.
The massive, ripped bodybuilder continues to hold his hair in a violent grip. He can only whimper in small bursts since she has her finger well into his mouth, his tongue darting around it, saliva strings hanging from his pursed lips, running down his quivering chin.
- Fuck, you like what you see, don't you? There is pre-cum all over your cock. Jeez, is that an erection? You call that inferior thing an erection?
When she pushes her stiletto high-heels under his balls and massages his hard-on with the sole of her pump, he goes crazy. He grabs her leg to try to alleviate some the pressure she puts on his cock, but his trembling fingers merely encounter the exquisite hardness of her calves, beautifully pumped-up and perfectly diamond-shaped. The gorgeous black Venus pulls her finger out of his mouth and grabs his chin.
- How are you going to satisfy me with that, huh?
And she pushes the sole of her pump harder into his crotch, making him scream in pain.
- ... O please, don't.... I'm gonna lick!... O God... ... Lick your pussy.
She smiles viciously. A telling grin.
- Mmm, hear that, Karen? This one opts for cunnilingus. Now, let's see. Let me help you with that.
He feels three strong fingers entering his mouth again, but this time they take hold of his lower jaw, her thumb digging into the flesh under his chin. She rests the palm of her other hand on his forehead and before he realizes what she is up to, she savagely rips off his lower jaw! One ultra-brutal jerk is enough for the muscular behemoth to totally tear off his lower jaw. Tendons and muscles give in with an eerie ripping, squelching sound. Unprepared for such an onslaught he starts squealing in complete panic. His tongue lolls out, obscenely hanging out of his deformed face, much to the enjoyment of the busty bodybuilder.
- Yeah, that's more what I need. If you lick my pussy with that monster, you just might make it.
He tries to say something, but the gaping hole in his face does not allow him to. Rowena smiles mischievously when she looks at her handiwork, gently caressing the huge slab of muscle hanging loose from his face.
- You ugly son of a bitch! That fucking ugly face of yours would ruin my pleasure anyway. You're useless. Waste.
Suddenly there is life in his eyes again. It is surprising to see how fear, how sheer terror, can awaken the dead. He looks pleadingly into the beautiful brown eyes of his tormentor. He begs to give him a chance.
- Mmmm. Perhaps there is a way. Are you prepared to go all the way to satisfy me?
He frantically nods. He is desperately hoping for some kind of mercy.
- All right. I love it when men do a little extra to make me happy.
With a sultry smile into the camera the big-titted dominatrix gently takes the man’s arm, holding it by his forearm and triceps, her grip ultra-tight but careful. Her long and brightly colored nails shine ominously--one camera zooms in on how her experienced fingers dig into his frail flesh, showing her exquisitely manicured nails in all their uncanny beauty. She braces his shoulder, placing her stiletto high-heels against the joint to keep it steady. He tries to scream, but no sound comes out of his mutilated mouth.
- Fuck, you make me wet already...
Enjoying his futile struggles, she neatly tugs the limb off, ripping it away from the torso with a squelchy crunch, bone and torn meat exposed within the gory opening. It very much looks like a scene from an over-the-top horror movie, but here it is bloody reality, daily routine in the torture chambers of a gorgeous female bodybuilder.
- You're such a fucking weakling! Still want to live through this encounter?
She steps back to admire her handiwork. Of course, he does not react to her question. The man is screaming and thrashing as his remaining hand clutches the torn wound. Rowena smiles as she reaches down, pulling his hand away from the bloody mess, straightening his arm out and repeating the hold she had taken with the first amputation. Only this time she uses just one hand. Foot braced against his shoulder she takes the strain. The man is screaming in hopeless pain, shaking his head, desperately pleading with her to stop. With the sickening slurp of meat and the cracking of bone, the man’s other arm comes free, sending a spurt of blood out. She backs away from the howling man, happy with her work. She grins and claps his hands together. He fails to see the funny side, too engrossed in his own personal hell. The ridiculous ease with which she has disarmed him, contrasts with the terrifying effects her actions have on his body. He suffers horribly.
- A lot of men like my stiletto high-heels.
With visible pleasure she grabs his ankles and spreads his legs wide apart, exposing his crotch. She lifts her muscular leg keeping it high for what seems like seconds, only increasing the dramatic effect of what is to come. Suddenly she lands her foot with the dangerously long and sharp high-heel into his groin, driving her foot with devastating force into his crotch, destroying everything between his legs. And more. Then she repeats her brutal assault, stomping her deadly foot onto his weakest parts. And again. And again. Blood splatters everywhere. A carnage.
- Fuck, Rowena. You're scaring my boy. Hahaha!
Meanwhile Karen has been playing with her seated lover too, mainly manipulating his cock and balls while pushing his face against her boobs, edging him. And then he cums!
- Oops. Bad timing, boy. I was going to do you quickly, but disobedience is severely punished.
And she goes to work. Hours later Matt's friends and family have been mutilated so badly, doctors and CSI-experts have never been able to identify any of them...
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- Come on, Matt. Where are you? I miss you.
He waits a couple of seconds as if he is unsure what to do.
- ... I'm sorry, Denise.
Then he turns out his mobile.
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Thanks for the latest update! Love the descriptions of the girls' high heels and how they use them as lethal weapons. And the splits and flexibility, and their graceful but unbelievably powerful dancer-like kicks. I also love the graphic descriptions of the damage Karen does with her fists. Nothing hotter than a lady's muscular arm doing what it does best. And her brass knuckles, not that she even needs them...
So Denise and Bethany are in pursuit of their male targets...No hope for escape against the girls' superior strength, speed, and intelligence of course. I hope Denise and Beth display their gymnastics and weapons skills to their male victims while "taking care" of them...
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Luv this story, keep it up! Girl (muscle) power!
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- Fuck, Beth. Matt's escaped. He's scared shitless. I'll call Josh to track down his mobile.
Bethany turns around, her spectacular hours-glass figure still shows the bloody remnants of her previous killings, and smirks.
- Josh won't be at the office, Denise. He asked me out for dinner yesterday and he is still at my place. Or better: what's left of him...
- Don't tell me you fucked him? Jeez, Beth, you're a beast! Josh was such a diligent worker. And a cutie too. He's dead, I guess.
Bethany nods, an evil smile crossing her lips.
- Of course you killed him. Why do I ask?
- Well, he could still have been alive--you know how much I love these fuck-torture marathons, where I keep the meat alive for days. Not with Josh. It got rather messy with him last night: such a gentleman. Paid me dinner at a fancy uptown restaurant. Should have seen it, Denise! I worked him up so much, that the crotch of his Armani suit had this huge, sticky wet stain--I must have forced him to cum five or six times over dinner. No wonder, I hardly wore any clothes: an ultra-tiny latex thong, that micro-string latex top and these fucking sexy long, black latex gloves that go just over my elbows. My sexy pumps with 12 inch stiletto heels made me tower over everyone, the slightest move made my lubed-up, pumped body swell with muscular action. How I love bodybuilding: it makes me look like a roided porn-star domme from hell! O God, how people stared at me. Men were literally drooling, eyeing and stealing aroused looks at my curves on display. Their wives and girlfriends were so fucking jealous and tried to get their men's attention that was directed to me.
Denise very well knew the effect of entering a club or restaurant dressed like a fantasy fetish goddess. She loved it too, showing off the fruits of her gym work, appearing half-naked in obscenely tiny garments, showcasing every inch of her exquisite muscularity and exaggerated, ballooning curves.
- And I was so fucking horny that night. Josh didn't stand a chance against my ultra-trained physique. How could he? During the taxi-ride home I forced his head between my legs and made him lick my pussy. I returned the favor by breaking the fingers of his right hand. One by one. Slowly, so that his muffled cries of agony made my pussy even wetter. Once home I fucked him up some more. Ripped off all his limbs and then I worked his cock for hours. At the end, and especially when I involved his prostate, he went totally crazy, crying and mumbling incoherent stuff. I hope the cleaning team has finished their work. Hate it when there is still blood in my condo from a previous sucker when I return home from work with new recruits. Hahaha!
Denise roars with laughter. She knows her buddy is a sex-crazed psychopath. With her, a one-night stand gets a totally different meaning. Josh was cute, but not irreplaceable.
- Ask Joe-Allan. He'll do it.
Denise texts a message and makes a call.
- Yeah, it's D. I need you to locate the number I texted you.
Seconds later Denise gets a message back. A sultry smile appears on her face, her tongue sexily wets her upper lip.
- Beth, I know where they are. It's near. Let's shower and get dressed for the occasion.
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- Fuck, Matt. I'm scared. I don't know what's more frightening: that gruesome chair or the presence of these muscular beauties. I should never have hired them--it was too good to be true.
- ... It's all like a bad dream. A nightmare.
Two men are whispering in the corner of the reading room in a public library. They look agitated. Scared.
- We need to hide. For a while at least. I know they'll hunt us. They'll track us down. You know how they love the thrill of the hunt.
Matt knows. They get up and leave the silence of the library for the hectic noise of the street. Their idea is to stay on public spaces as much as possible in the hope of being protected by the crowds.
Suddenly they are startled by screeching tires. When the back door of a black Porsche Cayenne Turbo opens, Matt's eyes stay fixed on the 10-inch fetish heel of a black shiny Louboutin platform pump and when his gaze moves upwards he notices a sleek, shiny, perfectly tanned leg stepping out of the car, an anatomic miracle with beautifully diamond-shaped calves, dense tear-drop quads rolling down her legs and bulging out on either side of her kneecaps. There is only one person these athletic limbs can belong to: Denise! Her ultra-sexy cocktail dress, a backless halter with an indecent high split on both sides, reveals the string of a tiny thong sitting high on her hips and no bra to contain her protruding gravity-defying big tits. Matt is lost. Despite his fear his cock reacts independently to her overwhelmingly sexy presence. When he steals a look at the driver's window, which is open, his view is dominated by an outrageously muscular arm hanging out and a huge pair of oiled-up boobs belonging to a stunning badass brunette. Even unflexed and relaxed her monstrously developed arm on obvious display bristles with power. This babe is a size-monster. A gym freak. One glance at her giant, excessively broad, striated shoulder is enough to know this gorgeous babe lifts heavy. Very heavy. Her salacious grin betrays an evil and sadistic personality. Meet Bethany.
- Hi guys, we're here to pick you up. No more masturbation, we're here to jerk you off now--whether you like it or not... Hahaha! We may even do more creative things with these freshly manicured hands of ours, don't we, Denise?
- Sure, B! I know all about your anal fixation lately. God, you're so perverted. It's sick... And the boys don't seem to recover from your delicate touch, do they...?
- ... Hahaha! How can they? I delicately tear them apart, starting off from their ass. The pegging with my brutally big strap-on is only foreplay.
Busty Bethany flexes her shiny, ultra-jacked arm, making her biceps peak at a spectacular 29 inches, the typical thick vein running over it almost jumps out her deeply tanned skin. Numerous other veins crisscross the unimaginably developed limb where hypertrophied striated muscles and tendons produce an anatomic symphony with the slightest movement of her long-nailed fingers. The equally bulging triceps and the round striated delts mark the physique of a muscle champ, of a bodybuilding goddess. Indeed, her upper-arm is nearly as big as Matt's torso and simply dwarfs his nicely toned arms. It reduces his nicely muscular arms to mere sticks, insignificant compared to Bethany's muscular miracle. You do not want to be at the receiving end when the owner of this outrageously muscular arm unleashes her wrath... Matt does not even try to run when Denise embraces him. Actually, experiencing her massive arm resting on his shoulder, the peaked mounds of her biceps pushing hard into his neck, feels strangely familiar. The President however, reacts differently. The moment he hears Bethany's familiar mocking voice, he starts to run like his life depends on it. And probably it does.
In a flash Matt sees a hulking hour-glass figure jump out of the driver's seat and perform an impressive tumbling series to chase her prey. You would not expect such elegance, grace and speed from someone that muscular and curvaceous. The bodybuilding goddess kicks off at lightning speed with a cartwheel developing into a combo series of back handsprings and round-offs. The sexy rippling of her muscles as she tumbles, the anatomic perfection of each bulging curve is simply poetry in motion. The beauty of it causes people to stare in awe at the tumbling half-naked behemoth, who quickly covers the distance between her and the running man, who is screaming in total panic as he feels Bethany approaching. Just as Matt sees how the female bodybuilder finishes off her gymnastic run with a double somersault landing on the President's shoulders, immobilizing him, brutally forcing him to drop hard on the pavement, Matt is mesmerized by a husky voice whispering in his ear.
- Hi baby. I'm glad to see you. Missed ya. Missed your cock.
- Hi Denise. ... My ... You look gorgeous. Like you always do...
Denise grabs Matt's crotch and her magic touch immediately transforms his erection into a throbbing monster ready for release--in the middle of a busy street! Matt initially tries to back away, but the busty Latina easily pulls him closer. She is amused by his utterly futile attempts to back away.
- Mmmm. You don't look too shabby either. And you're so fucking hard. Missed my touch?
Matt looks around, but in the busy street of the big city nobody seems to care for the situation he is in. People hurriedly pass by, ignoring him, instead looking at the half-naked ultra-sexy bodybuilder in front of him. Impressed. Intoxicated.
- O please, Denise. Would you please do that in the car?
Denise sexily flutters her eyelashes, her heavy make-up only enhances and highlights the natural beauty of her gorgeous facial features. In a mockingly melodious voice she asks him:
- Do what, baby?
In the long weeks of being Denise's boyfriend he has learned to immediately answer her questions, however explicit or perverted they are.
- Jerk me off with that powerful hand of yours.
- Would you like that? A hand-job? I could edge you for hours, remember?
Of course Matt remembers. She never stopped playing with his dick. 24/7. Teasing him. Jerking him off. Roughing him up. Even in public. And there was no way he could compete with Denise's impossibly jacked physique or resist her alluring hotness. This sizzling bodybuilding machine is so far beyond any ordinary conception of attractiveness or sexiness. Men usually spontaneously cream their pants or have a hard time not to. So, Matt is happy when she opens the door--my God, look at that jacked back and that monstrously muscular arm!--and allows him to get into the car. The woman of his dreams oozes power. Her scent is intoxicating. Matt wants to throw himself at her mercy, but he is unsure and anxious how she will react to his running-away.
- O Denise, what is happening here? O God... You look gorgeous in that dress. It's been crazy. ... I love you!
Once they are seated in the back of the car:
- It's sure been crazy! I cashed all the money from the underground MMA, Matt. All of it. Billions of dollars. Makes me the richest bitch of this planet. I'm so fucking rich that I don't even know how to spend all that money...
- Holy shit! You were crazy in that cage. You sure taught these fighters a lesson. They didn't stand a chance! ... I was so excited, baby. But are you a really a government assassin? A trained killer?
Denise savors his uncertainty, his fear, his adoration, his love. With Denise dominance is tangible--the alpha among the alphas.
- Couldn't you guess, Matt? Look at that body. Look at it. I'm a machine. A killing machine. I dedicated my whole life to perfect myself in hurting and slaughtering people. I have an average body-count of over a thousand a day... Can you imagine?
Of course he cannot.
- I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to ... It was all his idea. I merely followed him. There was a secret exit... We called, didn't we?
He knows he may seal the fate of his brother-in-arms, but the fear, the terror of having to face Denise's anger is too much to bear. The broad-shouldered muscle machine re-positions herself on the back seat, her huge tits and enormous muscle bulk threatening to rip her all-revealing dress to shreds.
- I fucking had to track you down, Matt. Track. You. Down. I had to fucking ask Pentagon people to find out where you were. And you know: men who have been tracked down routinely end up in my torture quarters and spend the last miserable days of their lives suffering excruciating pains.
Indeed, Abu Ghraib or Auschwitz are amusement parks compared to the unimaginable horrors hidden in Denise's torture chambers. Her sessions are notorious for the combination of sensual muscle femdom and humiliation with extreme torture of male genitalia.
- I'll make you regret you have a penis, Matt.
- O please, baby. ... ... Please, I made a mistake. ... I know.
She deliberately slowly moves her right arm into a biceps pose, showing off the pumped-up glory of this swollen, vascular miracle, the twin mounds beautifully bulge and flex as she opens and closes the long-nailed fingers of her hand. Matt is mesmerized.
- I know you know. Well, just to let you know: I cancelled 300 torture sessions just to be able to devote all my time to you, Matt. This is the baby that will do you.
Matt starts to realize he is doomed.
- O please, baby. ... I deserve to be punished, but don't kill me.
- Well, I have three film crews ready to film our encounter. The idea is to show your last days of agony all over the Internet. Be happy: you'll be used for marketing purposes. I'll show those who need to know, what happens when they would dare to disobey me. The girls and I have taken up the plan to take over the criminal world. As we speak, we are building huge 'detention centers', hyper-modern buildings devoted to the art of interrogation, equipped with the whole spectrum of medieval to contemporary torture paraphernalia. We'll broadcast live footage on the Internet, so that merely mentioning these centers creates panic and terror among the population. Mmmm, gotta love this. We'll install a regime of utter terror, where even the slightest disobedience means death. Snitches get the privilege of a blowjob or a hand-job. Hahaha! Who's gonna stop us?
Denise sensually takes his right hand, lifts it with both her hands above his head and starts kissing him, her tongue exploring the depths of his mouth, dominating him with her tongue, showing who is in charge, her huge boobs pressing deliciously against his comparably frail chest. There is no way he can resist her. He simply has to submit to her urges. He is used to that. It is when she suddenly starts to breaking his fingers, one by one, that his world collapses. She slowly--o so slowly--bends each finger the wrong way. She savors his pain as she continues kissing him. He wants to scream but his screams are muffled in her dominant embrace. With his left hand he attempts to break free, but he merely encounters rock-hard, bulging muscles. Denise takes her time crush-breaking every finger, skillfully folding each finger bone in different directions, breaking each finger multiple times, causing Matt to go berserk with pain. The sharp, wet sound of breaking bones, of tendons being ripped, of flesh being crushed fill the car. When she finishes her kiss, she pushes one of her tits into his face, muffling his squeals and cries.
- Then I'm going to ask you to masturbate using that hand. Hahaha!
Her lethal fingers suddenly start manipulating his crotch, expertly massaging his cock, forcing his level of arousal to go sky-high immediately, in spite of his agony.
- Don't make a fucking sound and make sure you're hard, useless prick! But don't fucking think of cumming. I might concentrate on other things than your fingers.
When she releases his crotch and pulls away her huge, gravity-defying breast, Matt has become a shadow of his former self: his face is drawn in a death mask, he looks pale, his eyes are sunk deeply into their sockets... Instinctively, he touches the broken stumps with the fingers of his good hand, checking the damage. The utter fear for Denise's looming wrath gives him the energy to do the impossible: keep his mouth shut while every fiber, every nerve in his body wants him to scream his lungs out. His nervous system is overwhelmed with pain. Denise grins disdainfully as she moves her long-nailed index finger over his face. She loves how he trembles in terror, how her subtle touch makes him wince in fear.
- Mmm, I smell your fear, baby. It'll be my pleasure to very, very slowly reduce you to a heap of bones, not even able to cry any more...
Suddenly Matt startles when he hears Bethany opening the trunk of the car and unceremoniously throwing in the President. He puts up quite some resistance, but a couple of blows shut him up. Matt feels the car tremble under the devastating impact of these hits. When the trunk closes all is quiet, but when the back door opens, Matt is confronted with Bethany only wearing, well... boots. A pair of impossibly sexy high-heeled platform boots. Black and shiny. Giving the towering amazon that kinky look of the ultimate dominatrix: cruel, sadistic and unbelievably powerful and sexy! In spite of the whole situation Matt cums in his pants. He just cannot help it. The overwhelming erotic aura and physical superiority of the two sultry muscle beasts drives him over the edge. Uncontrollable. He shakes even more now with the fear of being punished for having orgasmed without permission.
- Want me to throw him into the trunk too, Denise? There's plenty of space.
The disdain drips from Bethany's voice when she pronounces the word "him". There is so much latent aggression in her attitude, she looks so eager to use that magnificently muscular body of hers to inflict pain, it causes Matt to really panic. He pleadingly looks up into Denise's eyes, but he merely encounters an amused blood-lust, the anticipatory thrill before the kill. His heart sinks.
- Yeah, throw him in too. I'm done with him. For now. But don't kill him. Yet.
Bethany smiles her smile that would melt the icecaps. Her beauty is literally breathtaking.
- You want him for yourself, don't ya? ... O God, Denise, you're crazy. I don't wanna miss this. You're going to film it?
A little nod from Denise makes Bethany happy as a child who is going to get a new toy. The playfulness, lightheartedness and the pure joy with which she receives this news, sharply contrasts with the beastly, horrifying prospect of Matt's devastatingly cruel death. Denise is going to take her lover-boy through hell and back! Bethany grabs Matt's hair and savagely pulls him out of the car, totally uncaring about his squeals of pain or the surprised looks of the passers-by. To Bethany men are mere toys. Things to play with. Things that break too easily, but hey, there are plenty of men around, so who cares? Suddenly, the booted beauty notices the sperm stain showing through his pants.
- O look, he just came. ... Hey Denise, your boy just creamed his pants! What the fuck.
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Yes! They're back! Love it! My favorite part, obviously, was where Bethany did her superhumanly fast back handsprings to catch the CEO. Definitely got a rapid heart beat from reading that!
Maybe Denise could taunt her (ex) boyfriend, mocking him for the pathetic failure of his attempt to escape, bragging how easily she tracked him down, dominating him with her brains as well as her body.
Also, what are Denise and Bethany's exact weights and heights (with high heels and without)?
Keep up the great work!
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Thank you for the new update, hero141! Luv it.
I was wondering where did you get the inspiration for women like Denise and Bethany? How did you create characters like that? Thank you
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Denise smiles salaciously, knowing that Matt did not stand a chance against Bethany's lavishly oiled-up glory, her ultra-pumped physique on full display, her skimpy outfit all about revealing her orgasmic curves. Skimpy does not even begin to explain Bethany's dress-code. Showing-off her alluring flesh, dwarfing everyone with her magnificent muscles. A natural-born domme. Denise knows that Bethany has been building up an appetite for Matt, a desire to feast on that beautiful cock of his, a wish to fuck him hard and then tear him apart and scissor his head, or whatever part of his body, between her thighs.
- Make him suffer for it, B. I ordered him not to. I expect him to show more control.
Bethany does not have to be ordered twice to make Matt suffer. The way she throws him on the ground and orders him to kiss her booted feet, does not allow for any disobedience. It is unnecessarily brutal, merely aimed at hurting him, at inflicting pain, at showing who is in charge. He cannot help but being enthralled by her otherworldly beauty. From whatever angle you watch her, Bethany's luscious, exaggerated curves turn you on. The shapely hour-glass, ultra-feminine figure of the registered psychopath never misses its effects. Her gorgeous facial features add to the provocative and alluring presence that is at the same time so arousing and so intimidating for men. She re-defines 'kinky'. And there are no artificial enhancements: this size queen just packs huge, raw, and sizzling female muscle. Men's automatic bodily reactions because of the instant physical attraction has made her even more self-conscious of her absolute superiority, of her female dominance. With her outrageous dress-code she lures men further into her lair, making them weak in the knees just by watching her. Making them cream their pants just by seeing her strut.
Matt's reactions are not different: everything about this girl drives him crazy. It is usually at that moment that she reveals her cruelty, her sadism, her bestial urge to destroy and slaughter. Behind the ravishing, big-titted brunette an evil persona lies hidden, an ultra-sadist of the darkest kind. Interrogation sessions at the Pentagon supervised by Bethany make the over-the-top display of bloody carnage in horror-movies look like innocent scenes from toddler television. Don't let her otherworldly beauty fool you: Bethany is a beast, a man-eater, a serial killer.
- Lick, you disobedient prick. Lick the shiny black leather of these custom-made boots. Don't you adore my femdom look?
- O please...
- You're a pathetic fuck, Matt. Did you really think you could fool us? It was so easy to track you down. We didn't even have to try hard...
- ... I wasn't on the run. I didn't hide. ... I just needed some time to think. To try to deal with the new information on Denise. I was scared. ... I am scared.
She grabs him by his hair again and savagely pushes his cheek against her boots. Only now does he notice that technically she wears more than boots: he sees the tiniest of thongs sitting high on her hips and sinking between her fabulous ass cheeks and pushing against her obviously wet, perfectly shaven pussy. Her blatantly erect and pierced nipples are covered with tiny straps of black tape, her perfect oiled-up rack protruding for all to enjoy.
- Well, you fucking should be terrified. We're top-end enforcers, Matt. Ultra-sadistic assassins. Muscle for hire, but no way you would be able to pay us. We're expensive. Very expensive. Only for billionaires... Few of them can read through our list of services and specialties without making their stomachs turn. Most turn white as snow and start to puke. Well, you can't blame them: we indeed bring in that little extra to the job, much to the satisfaction of the client, but little appreciated by the guy at the receiving end of the bargain. Hahaha!
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Bethany gently runs her long-nailed fingers through his hair. Her touch is intoxicating. Matt's brain is working overtime trying to merge the effect of her perverted sadistic talk with the excitement caused by her sensual caresses. He cannot help but imagining how these hands that now softly fondle his skull, have ripped men apart--literally tearing them apart, limb by limb--or beaten them to death. When he looks up at the sumptuous brunette his brains merely register how her shiny flesh is dripping with oil. The view of her magnificent armor-plated abs and huge boobs is mesmerizing. This beauty breathes sex. Looking down he sees the amazing length of her razor-sharp stiletto heels--at least ten inches--and he cannot help but fantasizing how she must have inserted these shiny stiletto heels into a cock just for the fun of it. Matt feels a stir in his groin. His fantasies drive him nuts. He cannot get a hard-on now. He must not.
- We sell our muscles to the highest bidder. And you know what? Then we go after this bidder and kindly ask him to hand over his fortune. And he always does... I don't have to tell you why, do I? Hahaha! You have no idea what we make a month. I get paid more for an hour's work than you'll make in your whole life... Fuck, it makes me horny just thinking about how inferior you are. How little you mean. You wouldn't even be able to afford these custom-made boots after twenty year's of your hard work. I squash a ball or two.
Matt's brains work overtime. He knows this buxom beauty can turn from a talkative bully into a savage killing machine in a split second. He knows he does not stand the slightest chance against her ultra-trained and obscenely-muscled physique. He concentrates on not getting an erection.
- And then you cum. Without permission. How stupid can you be, you miserable fucking insect? I've ripped men apart for less. For having an erection. Or for not having one. Hehe.
- I'm so sorry, Bethany. O please, you're simply too much for me. Your body. Your muscles. Your beauty. You're my ultimate fantasy!
A lascivious grin appears on her super-gorgeous face, sending shivers down his spine. She is so beautiful. She is so hot it hurts. It is obvious that the scorching Latina likes his reaction, but she is so sadistic that her sociopath urge to inflict pain and suffering transforms his honest words into stimuli for gruesome torture. Years of practice have taught her to restrain her innate urges somewhat--she used to attack her teachers and trainers at the Pentagon when they did not live up to her expectations, like not being submissive or hard when she thought they needed to be. During her years of training she killed dozens of them, some taken on by a technique they themselves taught--Bethany was more than an avid student and was not known for showing mercy. Anyone who dared to interfere, ended up being brutally butchered by the hot-blooded ultra-muscular teen.
- Just lick my boots, Matt. And make sure you don't miss an inch.
Matt feels Bethany's strong fingers grabbing the back of his skull, her long nails digging hard into his cranium. Matt licks. O how he licks. In absolute obedience. He worships her boots, diligently licking every inch of the shiny leather. He would worship everything this kinky babe asked him to. He would lick her biceps, thighs, pussy or even eat her shit for that matter. Serving the alpha, that is all he cares about. Her dominant and provocative attitude gives him a raging boner, however hard he tries not to have an erection... Lucky for him, he is on his knees with his pants on.
- You must love it down there. My slit is aching to be worshiped. D says you're fantastic at cunnilingus. Are you?
It is as if she senses his arousal. In an explosion of force Bethany rips off Matt's trousers and exposes his naked ass in the middle of a busy street in a metropolis. Matt tries to hide his erection but it is difficult to hide his big rock-hard boner. You notice that passers-by try to give meaning to the strange scene developing before their eyes. You can see them looking for a camera, for a crew--for a clue to make this scene intelligible, to justify its totally deviant nature. This must be fiction, right? This must be part of a movie. Well, it is not. It is real. It shows how an ultra-muscular female psychopath spends her time, just having fun.
- Mmm, that's a nice ass, Matt. No wonder Denise loves to peg you. I'd fist-fuck you 24/7. God, I'd tear your ass apart. I'd put on my tight-fitting, long, black leather gloves and ram my lower arm up into your asshole, until you'd no longer be able to beg me to stop. You wouldn't be able to sit for days, but you wouldn't need to: I'd thrust my biggest dildo up your beautiful ass. 17 inches of ice-cold steel thicker than your arm... Men say they feel it up their abdomen, crushing their innards. Look up, baby. Look at my clit.
Between two unbelievably sexy sleek pillars of female muscles--quads so perfectly teardrop-shaped, striated and vascular--he notices her pierced clit, a shiny pink, engorged little knot, pumping with pleasure. There is wetness all over.
- You'd love to lick that too, wouldn't you?
He almost imperceptibly nods. He would do everything for this young woman, but he is terrified of Denise's reaction. He knows that Denise demands strict obedience. Merely looking at other women resulted in painful punishment. He would never dream of even thinking about having 'dinner at the y' with another woman, but what if he disobeys Bethany? She is as bad as Denise.
- You just creamed your pants and you're ready to shoot again. Fuck, Matt. You're one horny motherfucker. Do I turn you on that much?
- O God, please. Yes, yes. ... You're irresistible. I just can't help it.
- I'm not as forgiving as your girlfriend: one drop of cum, even the slightest drip of pre-cum, and I'll rip off your arms and legs. There are two things that really piss me off: men cumming inside me and men cumming before I order them to. You don't want to piss me off now, do ya?
- ... O God! ... No... God, no.
- That's what I thought.
She smirks sadistically while she looks at his penis, which is twitching in delight. When he thinks about the poor suckers who could not hold themselves from shooting their load into her sizzling wet slit, he feels their agony. Their deeply-rooted wish to stay alive and to comply with anything this big-titted vixen wants. How they must have hoped for achieving the impossible, for preventing the inevitable from happening: holding back an orgasm when a lubed-up sex goddess is riding the living daylights out of them. Her impossibly hypertrophied physique sitting on top, her muscular curves rippling and undulated with every thrust of her hips. The deep ridges in her delicious eight-pack abs sensually dancing and rippling. Her massive arms high above her head--they are almost as thick as a male torso--flexing her ballooning biceps whose bulging differentiated muscle mass seems to live a life of its own. Pencil thick veins snaking over the deeply tanned skin. Her huge shiny boobs protruding as she hollows her back, driving her helpless victims crazy with unbridled lust. Her massive over-sized tits, an obvious double-D, giving this wanton muscle beast that ultra-feminine look that makes men weak in the knees and hard in the crotch. How they must have regretted their last orgasm. How they must have cursed themselves for not having been able to hold back. And then Matt adds in a whisper:
- Oh God, Bethany. I find you more arousing than Denise. You're the sexiest babe in the universe!
It is a gamble, a last resort. Appealing to Bethany's narcissism seems like the only way he may survive this encounter. The scorching brunette flutters her eyelashes when she hears Matt's words--there sure is some competition among these girls. Putting together seven ultra-dominant, super-intelligent and gorgeous psychopaths comes at a cost. You have to be able to canalize the competition between these beauties. As long as you have no shortage in men they can satisfy their perverted urges on, all goes well. Locker room talk focuses on number of kills, type of tortures, amount of suffering, etc. It is sickening for any normal being, but for these Pentagon-trained serial killers this is ordinary gossip. Boyfriends however, generate a different dynamic. Boyfriends often get seduced by the other girls--usually resulting in some kind of sex: either the guys cannot resist the sexual attraction and willingly engage in steaming sex or they refuse to have sex and are brutally raped. None of the girls from the 'Pentagon 7 Program' takes no for an answer. Some guys are fucked to death and in a way they are the lucky ones, because those who survive face possible punishment for cheating--and having been raped is no excuse... And the muscle goddesses all have their peculiar ways for punishing cheating boyfriends. The scenarios share their ultra-brutal and sadistic treatment of male genitalia and end with death coming as a relief for the boyfriend. Often, key scenes from the torture sessions are taped and sent to the amazon responsible for the cheating, and sometimes to the others as well. Comments are exchanged and 'liked'--these exchanges are sick and totally perverted. They indicate how ultra-sadistic and narcissistic these muscle goddesses are. Anyway, boyfriends create some jealousy and competition among the girls--certainly with cute, well-endowed guys who know their way around a female body. Like Matt.
Bethany clearly enjoys being complimented by Matt. Not that she is interested in him as a boyfriend--Bethany does not do boyfriends--, but she enjoys teasing and challenging Denise. And she knows that when Denise keeps a man as a fuck-toy, he must be exceptionally good at it ánd have a monstrously big fallus. Penile inadequacy is the shortest way to the torture rooms and ensures the longest stay--especially Bethany takes great pride in having absolutely no mercy with inadequate men. Her disdain is notorious. Thousands of them spend weeks in her torture quarters where they are slowly transformed into limbless heaps of misery dangling on meat-hooks which are then taken on a cbt-marathon for days on end. Bethany does not even bother to perform the torture-sessions herself. They are butchered to death by other inadequate men who hope to be released if they comply with Bethany's orders. Busty B does not release them of course: they end up dangling on these same meat-hooks themselves--the kinky prospect of a dominant blowjob while being bound does it every time: the men stand in line. Only, they are slaughtered by a new cohort of men Bethany brings in, who are completely lost, totally dumbstruck by the exaggerated curves of this gorgeous woman--just like they were when Bethany brought them in.
- Hehe, would you have the guts to repeat this in front of Denise?
She bends over her victim, the immensity of her broad-shouldered torso, a perfectly shaped v-taper, casts a shadow over his petrified face. The huge slabs of powerful muscles, her striated wing-like lats make him cower in utter terror.
- No, you would not.
She grabs him by the neck and ass--she cannot help herself from violating his asshole with her index and middle finger, expertly playing his prostate, forcing his cock to become more than rock-hard. It has become a habit after all these years of practice to use her talented fingers for pain or pleasure whenever possible. Matt shivers at the sudden intrusion, which holds the middle between showing who is in charge and showing off her extraordinary sexual prowess. Here is a virtuoso at play. He feels himself being lifted into the air, effortlessly. Matt loses all self-control, all sense of reality when her virtuoso-fingers start playing their magic in his asshole, massaging his prostate, driving his arousal sky-high, beyond orgasm-level, but without the liberating release. Matt is totally helpless in her experienced hands. Between his moans and labored sighs of ecstasy, he blubbers:
- ... Ooa... ... Mmm... ... I ... love you, Bethany! ... ... I ... submit myself to you. Body ... ... and ... ... s ... soul.
He pronounces the last words with so much difficulty: he is hoarse with excitement, sighing with over-stimulation. Matt has never experienced arousal like this...
- What choice do you have? You think that submitting yourself frees you from holding back that orgasm?
Bethany smiles with narcissistic self-adoration as she mentally envisages the ridiculously sexy scene people in the busy street must be confronted with. An expensive muscle car. A huge, half-naked roided beast. Her ultra-feminine, porn-star assets on full display. A man with an obvious hard-on lifted high above her head. His big cock throbbing with excitement. Her magnificent body the center of all attention. Indeed, dozens of people on the street stop in their tracks to watch the scene this develop. Matt feels an enormous orgasm building up--it is really absurd how exceptionally good she is at manipulating his ass.
- I don't think you'll be busting your load soon.
And then she brutally smacks him against the car. A well-aimed kick into his unprotected crotch makes him double in pain, cutting off his breath, a wave of excruciating pain surges through his abdomen. Even before he is able to scream his lungs out, Bethany is on him and forces his face into the crook of her leg and muffles his impending scream with her ultra-defined calf. She punches him in his side, aiming for the kidneys. And again. And again. She delivers three short, vicious punches. Totally controlled and restrained. If she would hit him full force, her fist would disappear into his torso--as she has done so many times before to end it quickly. Here, her arm does not travel back and is solely driven by the power of her trained tricep. Still, you can hear the sickly sound of ribs cracking. Of bone breaking. Matt doubles over in pain and gasps for air. It feels like being hit by a truck. She smiles as she notices how black and blue stains are beginning to spread across his tortured torso.
- You should thank me: without a good punch you wouldn't have been able to hold back your load. Be a man and lick my silky skin, Matt. Taste perfection.
Matt feels how the side of his torso is on fire. No doubt she squashed his kidney, but his adrenaline keeps him going. He licks the flawless skin of her calf, feeling the bulging muscle reveling underneath. Suddenly Matt hears a male voice: a passer-by stops and addresses the half-naked wonder woman. Bethany menacingly slowly straightens herself up, leaving Matt on the ground. He is semi-conscious and in terrible pain.
- What's your problem, asshole! Don't you see I'm busy? Don't you see I'm teaching this boy a lesson?
Her reaction oozes aggression. Dominance. Power. The man gulps, totally intimidated by her physical superiority. Years of bodybuilding have transformed this gorgeous super-model with porn-star assets into a hulking Leviathan. The sight of her oiled-up ultra-muscular physique makes him feel inadequate, tiny, inferior. His initial idea to help Matt now seems like the worst idea ever. And what is more: her provocative attitude has aroused him so much, that his penis is rock-hard, ready to cum.
- It's obvious you need a lesson too. Take off your clothes.
He looks in disbelief at the sizzling bodybuilder in front of him. She cannot be serious about getting naked in public, although she seems to practice what she preaches herself. He steals a look at her shapely legs: endlessly long pillars of extreme muscularity, proportioned in the best of Brazilian traditions: deeply tanned, sleek, thick, bulging... Her huge teardrop quads bristle with power and he cannot help but fantasize how he would love to coat them with cum. He has never seen a female body so completely encased in such thick yet sumptuously proportioned muscles. He manages to collect all his courage:
- Who do you think you are, lady? This is a public place.
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Yay! Denise and Bethany are alive! Their male victims won't be, however. Especially the fool who confronts Bethany...
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So happy that Denise and Beth are back! :singing:
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Hope to see an update to this fantastic story soon! Miss Denise and Miss Bethany are definitely worthy.
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I am agreed! I like to read about women like Bethany and Denise before working out as inspiration for me!
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Thanks for the patience! Here's the next bit... Hope you like it. Enjoy!
With a twisted grin, the busty bodybuilder sexily struts towards the passer-by, elegantly placing one booted foot before the other in that walk typical for catwalk models, elegantly swaying her hips, her inner thighs slipping against each other with every step, soaked in her wetness. Matt, still more dead than alive, cannot help but notice her alluring back, the sinewy traps and delts bulging ominously, the ballooning glutes dancing before his eyes, the ripped long legs resembling pillars of power. It is obvious that these long, densely developed limbs do not belong to an athlete or a runner. Such bulging, vascular muscle mass can only belong to a certified gym rat, to a professional bodybuilder. They belong to someone who has been lifting hard and heavy, who spent hours and hours sculpting these muscle-bursting miracles into these endlessly long, ultra-feminine assets covered in thick, sumptuous muscle. Their outrageous development is enhanced by the extremely high stiletto-heels of her knee-high platform boots, the signature red soles of Louboutin clearly visible. Matt notices that the backside of these tailor-made Louboutins is open, simply to show off her huge, diamond-shaped calves. What a view! Boots with a view: the sexy boots fit her lower legs like a second skin which obviously aims at highlighting the sizzling combination of shiny black leather and the deeply tanned, oiled-up splendor of her hyper-athletic legs. Shiny leather and enticing flesh: what a combo! The way the leather straps at the back of her knees are fitted to the legs of the Louboutins shows the great care and mastery that have been invested into tailoring these boots.
The Italian craftsman was paid a fortune weeks before Bethany paid him a visit--she had to be in Italy for a mission anyway. The busty hardbody showed the talented young shoemaker how much she enjoyed wearing these ultra-sexy boots and how the impossibly high stiletto heels could be put to other uses than strutting the stage of strip clubs or just towering over other people in the streets. Needless to say he did not produce any boots any more after she was finished with him. When the police found what was left of his headless body, hands tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling in the basement of a derelict mansion in the hills, he was so heavily mutilated that they were never able to identify him--thousands of superficial piercing wounds covered his entire body, so systematically patterned and inflicted with so much accuracy they wondered what kind of device could inflict wounds like this. His testicles were cut loose from the sack, playfully dangling like cherries from a tree, the shaft of the penis was torn apart, as if having been inserted with something sharp time and again. The coroner was sure this did not happen postmortem. What killed him was the destruction of his head: his skull was totally destroyed, the facial bone structure completely crushed. Looking at the damage the coroner's first guess was that a fist was responsible, but who had the force to break in a face like this? Well, we know: Bethany--apparently she had to compensate for the relatively quick assassination of 570 mobsters that morning in Naples.
- I know this is a public space, asshole. So what? I never buy unseen, so I wanna see your fucking cock! But by the looks of it, you're nowhere near my standards in size.
- ... What the hell, lady...? What are you talking about?
The alluring and intimidating nearness of her bodacious bodybuilder's physique totally overwhelms him. It is hard to retain your cool when you have so much erotic capital right in front of you. Her rack is simply out of this world! Huge, melon-sized, gravity-defying. Beautifully tanned and alluringly shiny. It gives this hyper-muscular female bodybuilder that ultra-feminine look she is notorious for. A muscle beast oozing sex.
- I'm talking about the sexual food chain. I'm obviously on top of it and you're nowhere near the top. You're totally inadequate as a man. I'll make you see the error of your ways.
The man is well aware that the woman in front of him is a predator, a man-killer. He almost spontaneously takes on a fighting stance, using his arms to fend off a possible attack. The stunning Latina smirks at his utterly futile attempt to defend himself and with the agility, elegance and speed of a pole dancer she kicks him in the balls. Before he has time to acknowledge the devastating impact of her booted foot--her kick crushed his genitals and broke his pelvis--, her ultra-trained leg lashes out a second time. With a brutal forward kick she destroys his left knee. Just like that. The heavy sole of her boot crushes his knee-joint, forcing it to fold backwards in an impossible angle--the eerie sound of breaking bones can be heard over the heavy traffic noise. He collapses but she holds his head by his hair and rams her knee into his face. And then again. And again. Breaking in his face. Blood is oozing from his head, wetting her already shiny quads.
- Fucking insignificant rat. I prefer these muscular legs to be coated with sperm, but it looks like you won't produce any seed for quite some time. Hahaha!
Unprepared for such an onslaught, the man does not even scream. The crowd that has gathered in the street, is in shock by the sheer brutality of her attack. They did not expect this big-titted, ultra-gorgeous muscle babe to perform such bestial execution. Of course, it is not hard to imagine that this bodybuilding phenom has the strength to rip men apart. The sheer differentiation and extreme development of her ballooning physique is simply mind-blowing. Her bulging muscular splendor oozes power. To say she looks strong and dominant does not begin to describe how this beautiful amazon embodies female power and superiority. But to see these muscles at work, to witness how this ultra-fit beast publicly executes a man, is harder to fathom. It is no secret that Bethany enjoys an audience when interrogating or torturing men. It inspires her to go that extra mile, to turn from an ultra-sadist into a total monster.
- Fuck, you're one ugly son of a bitch. Look at his face. Just look at it. A disgrace. Mm, let's see.
With a vicious jerk she pushes the nails of her thumb and index into his throat and pulls out his air pipe, sealing his fate. She drops his spasming form on the ground, enjoying his lasts moments of agony. And then all is silent.
- Get into the trunk of the car, Matt. Or do I have to kick you in?
Matt is shocked and quickly complies. The terrible pain in his side has not withered, his abdomen and crotch still hurt incredibly. He tries to move past the gorgeous amazon, but she grabs him by the crotch and collar and lifts him high in the air again. The combination of watching her dream-body from above, the way her obviously fake, over-sized boobs merge with the bulging sea of pumped-up shoulders, crazy arms and striated pecs, with her hand touching his crotch, gives Matt a straining erection. The symphony of muscular movement with every breath she takes, with every slightest motion of her arms is just orgasmic.
- Fuck, Matt. You're so responsive, it hurts.
When he feels her long-nailed fingers entering his ass again, he knows she is up to no good. Two, three or four, he does not know, but it feels like being triggered into twenty orgasms at once. Matt closes his eyes and tries not to think about the overdose of female muscle beauty under him. In the most sexy and sultry of voices she commands:
- Don't. Cum.
It is like asking a high-speed train to stop in its tracks when it is doing 220 mph. Suddenly Matt experiences an excruciating pain in his asshole, sending waves of pure agony through his entire body. Totally shocked he thinks he hears Bethany bursting with laughter and feels his body being hurled for a second time. Indeed, the muscular beauty flings him into the trunk of the car. The landing is painful, his head bangs against metal. His already severely bruised torso catches the full force of the throw.
- If you end up in my hands, Matt, you'll regret the day you were born. But if you end up in Denise's hands, you'll regret you were not in my torture chamber. Hahaha! What a prospect!
Before the beautiful muscle babe closes the trunk, she gives Matt a huge butt-plug.
- Push this up your ass. It'll stop the bleeding. Enjoy the ride--you'll suffer like hell. Hahaha!
And then she struts towards the driver's seat, showing off the fruits of her hard work in the gym to an audience of now certainly more than 100 drooling city men. The busty Latina does not care about being recognized. Who would not be able to identify a woman with a body like hers? Thing is: they own the chief of police. She and Denise made him choose between getting one million bucks or spend a day in torture paradise. Bethany showed him the highlights of a snuff torture movie she made a week earlier in which she finished off a guy who had been spending weeks in the 'White Room', the large facility where the girls take men that extra mile. The footage was horrific. The choice was a no-brainer for the chief of police, who even got the privilege of a slow prostate blowjob by Bethany. His sex life has never been the same after it: what a skill, what an orgasm! When Bethany drives off, she deliberately drives a couple of times over her earlier victim's head, mutilating him unrecognizably. The police would silence the rest.
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They drive for more than an hour. The thoughts that go through the captives' heads are bleak and gloomy. They know that the odds of surviving this are small. Very small. Matt's body burns from the inside. The pain is driving him mad--it is as if the side where she hit him, is on fire. She sure knows how to make a man suffer: Matt experiences first-hand the stupefying accuracy and efficiency of her hits. She is an absolute pro, both in pleasure and in pain. His crumbled hand pumps in pain, his crotch is aching like hell and what exactly happened to his asshole, he does not know, but it surely hurts. It is like he is sliced open from below. The suffering completely undermines his resistance and morale. It makes him desperately wanting to submit. It mentally breaks him.
When the car stops and the trunk opens again, Matt has trouble to see what happens: his eyes are not adjusted to the bright daylight. In a blur he manages to see the bulging contours of an outrageously developed arm savagely grabbing the president. He hears more than he sees. He hears how the man is kicked. How he is sneered at. Ridiculed, because of his weakness. His inferiority. When Matt finally has the courage to look over the edge of the trunk, he notices that they are at a large estate with a beautifully tended garden in the best of English traditions. Dozens of men in tight-fitting white shirt and denim shorts are running around, working hard in the garden or scrupulously following-up orders from Bethany. They all act as if their life depended on it, treating the two gorgeous women with the utmost respect. These men have been selected very carefully: they all have model looks and super-fit, muscular bodies. Judging by the impressive bulges in their crotch, these men must be hung like stallions. Denise immediately gets out of the car, steps up to the closest man and flirtily puts her hand into his trousers. Just like that. The man is shocked and terrified at the same time, as he feels how virtuoso fingers get his cock rock-hard. Orgasm-ready. He has not cum for weeks: masturbation is forbidden in Bethany's mansion and she is very strict about the rules: any violation is severely punished. Bethany likes her servants disciplined and horny as hell. And horny he is. Denise feels his huge hard-on throb in the palm of her hand.
- Don't think of busting your load, big boy. I hate it when men cum in my hand.
And then to Bethany:
- Say, B, what's wrong with keeping your servants naked all the time? Why these ridiculous uniforms?
- Shut up, Denise! I get too fucking horny when they're naked and it tends to get rough when I'm horny. I raped and slaughter-fucked twenty guys per day when I left them naked and I quickly ran out of men... Hahaha!
- It's all about control, Bethany. Controlling your appetite. Your urges. Your pussy. ...
Denise huskily addresses the man, whose weeks of abstention leave their mark. His hard-on aches for release and Denise's ultra-skilled fingers drive him to the edge, expertly keeping him there.
- If you wanna live, focus on controlling your cock. Jeez, B, gotta love your standards in cock size. This guy here is fucking huge, but he's worthless in terms of stamina. Do you still forbid them to jerk off?
- O yeah! Even touching it is forbidden. Some haven't been touched for months. I can tell you it's so much fun to play with these responsive cocks. And the loads they produce are huge. Gives them plenty of work to lick up their semen. Hahaha!
The man's muscular body is dwarfed by the presence of the female muscle miracle holding his cock. Just watching her vascular arm pumping makes him shiver in awe and cower in fear. It makes him feel small, inadequate. The sheer size of the insanely swollen biceps boulder, the beautiful flexing and bulging of the hyper-trophied muscle as her fingers perform their magic, is poetry in motion. She knows the effect her physique has on men. Been trained her whole life to take advantage of that. Denise addresses him again:
- Mmmm, you wanna cum, don't ya? How long has it been?
- ... Four months and three days.
- You remember it quite well.
- O yes, I do. And it feels like years. Mistress Bethany forces us to watch porn for hours on a daily basis, porn that has been tailored to our sexual tastes. we cannot even touch our cock.
- Hahaha! Sounds like Bethany all right. She's insane. Inhuman, don't you think? Your personal files inform me that you really are into female muscle.
The man's face looks up incredulously into the beautiful brown eyes smiling down on him.
- Yeah, we keep files of every man working for us. It says that you used to masturbate watching me on the internet. That you jerked off five times or more a day drooling over this body. Is that right?
The fear and sheer terror is writ large all over his face. He nods. Having your ultimate desire, your fetish woman jerking you off, is just too much for him to digest. And then there is her sexual skill. Her touch is beyond arousing, it is heavenly. Denise knows exactly what spots to touch, caress or massage--her fingers push every 'on' switch on his dick. He has all the trouble in the world holding back a huge, a cosmic orgasm. Denise's ultra-feminine curves in combination with years of hardcore bodybuilding have resulted in an orgasmic combo, a cum-triggering hotbod.
- If you cum, I'll rip your balls off! Who did you the last time?
He gulps and watches her ultra-muscular arm bulge, every striation in her triceps and the swollen mound of her biceps showing absolute peak condition. Her arm is bursting with veins. He notices how the tissue of her dress is ridiculously stretched over her prodigious form, inches of oiled flesh for all to enjoy.
- D... Dayana.
- Liked it?
Dayana had chosen him to watch how she tortured two of his colleagues to death. After two hours of mind-fucking brutality she deepthroated him for fifteen long minutes and he almost fainted from arousal when she finally allowed him to cum. He coated the alluring flesh of her ballooning tits with spurt after spurt of thick gooey cum. And of course, he was forced to lick her clean. The servant knows the danger he finds himself in. Denise's fingers have expertly pumped his cock, keeping it on the verge, edging him. The man tries to pull away his pelvis from Denise, but to no avail. He looks up into her cold predatory eyes. He tries to avoid the inevitable.
- Like it?
- ... Please, gonna cum. ... Denise, Bethany, let me cum. O God! ...
In total desperation he looks at Bethany in the hope she'll grant him permission, but the mega-muscular bimbo is merely amused by his futile plea and makes a thumbs-down sign, smirking with superiority. Then she kicks her former boyfriend, the former president, further into oblivion, his broken ribs proving to be no match for her high-heeled boots.
- You stupid horny fuck! You think I care? If Denise wants to fuck you up, she fucks you up. And if she says 'don't cum', you don't cum. What is it with men these days? Hey, you two, pick up this asshole here and attach him to the wall there. My usual spot.
Two guys immediately comply and carry the mangled body of the former president towards Bethany's killing floor. The other servants are anxiously watching both scenes as they develop before their terrified eyes: Denise having fun with a servant and Bethany on her way to the torture wall. For most of them, it is not the first time they see the women in action, but perhaps this makes it even worse, because you know what is coming. At the same time, they are happy they are not at the receiving end themselves. They try to concentrate on their jobs--it would not be the first time that the crazy muscle goddesses would involve idle servants in their bloody festivities. Denise's victim is totally losing it: being up close with this massive muscle maiden is much more than he can fathom.
- Mmmm, tell me: what's the use of having a cock like this and not being able to control it? ... Fuck, Bethany, where do you keep finding these guys?
- Simple: I hold auditions. I knew this one had plenty of size but no stamina. I had fantastic plans with him on the torture table.
- Well, reserve his place for some other fucking dude. This one is bound to fail, aren't you, fucking cockroach!
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Great to see back with the latest update! My favorite part was probably Bethany kicking and kneeing the guy on the street to death. I am not really a fan of slow torture scenes. I like the girls slaughtering large numbers of men quickly with their kicks, especially with high heels. I also like the scenes where they use machine guns. Yes, they're so strong they can kill men effortlessly with their bare hands, but when they use very heavy, large caliber guns that their male victims would never be able to handle, it is another demonstration of their amazing strength.
Also it would always be nice to see more back handsprings by Beth and Denise! Those will always be some of my favorite moves.
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Great update, I agree! One idea I have is for Denise and Bethany to use exotic weapons like bows and arrows to kill men. Girls who can do that stuff have always been another fetish of mine.
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Thanks for all suggestions! You all rock. Hope you enjoy!
She suddenly stops jerking him off and viciously pinches the nail of her index into a very sensitive spot under his ballsack. He jumps at the sudden intrusion which sets off a wave of sharp pain, a surge of excruciating anguish running like an electric current through his whole body, from his abdomen up to the tips of his toes and fingers.
- Hehe, that should do the job.
The servant doubles over in agony, totally overwhelmed by the vicious onslaught. Considering the pain he is in, the damage is superficial. Just a little cut, a scratch. A maestro a work. It prevents his cock from shooting its load, but his penis does not go flaccid either, much to the amusement of the gorgeous brunette. The visual stimulation, the presence of this geared-up, ultra-muscular porn-chick is just too much for him.
- Jeez, you must be kidding! You're the first not to go flaccid when I give him 'the finger'.
- ... O ... God ... You're so gorgeous! A dream.
Denise wets her index finger by sensually licking it and moves it over the beautifully trimmed hair of her black eyebrows. She is obviously showing off her miraculously peaked, bulging biceps which even to male pro bodybuilding standards is cartoonishly big and vascular. A smirk crosses her sensual lips when she sees his cock twitch in arousal.
- Let me show you I'm not a dream. I'm real. And I'm a nightmare.
Although he knows it is the worst idea ever, but his eyes stay fixed on her arm muscles. He is simply drawn to them. Captivated. Enthralled. Her aura of ruthless dominatrix makes him unfit to react reasonably. And then she starts adjusting the halter top of her ultra-sexy cocktail dress, allowing him a magnificent side-boob view. He sees a pierced nipple, hard as nails. He sees the alluringly shiny flesh of her big tit revealed. It is so lavishly oiled, so shiny and slippery, it hurts his eyes. Obviously toying with him, she slowly turns around revealing her wide back--the backless halter dress is all about showing off the meat, it is not really meant to cover anything. The size and definition of her traps, lats and delts is sick. Fully rounded. Loaded. Packed. Endless reps of cable rows, pull-ups, chin-ups have created a wide, flared upper-body shape with nicely rounded broad shoulders, the bolt-on double-D boobs adding to the sheer size of her impressive torso. Combined with her wasp waist and sexy, lush hips they give Denise that perfect feminine hourglass figure. He gulps in arousal at the marvelous creature before him. She sexily whispers.
- I'm wet, baby. So wet.
She elegantly raises one of her legs, slowly moving it into a perfect 180° vertical split, the huge slit of her dress not hampering this fantastic move in any way. The temperature increases with twenty degrees, from hot to scorching! Her legs are pillars of power, ultra-muscular and sleek. Quadzilla on roids.
- Men love to see this roided body perform gymnastic moves. I cannot blame them. I'm so fucking good at it--the best of my generation, but I got busted for sexual harassment and was thrown out of the Olympic team. Just like Bethany, by the way. We tended to rape the entire male staff whenever we joined the team for training sessions. Imagine us participating in the Olympics. Imagine these voluptuous curves being fitted in a tight latex gymnastics suit. Our nipples poking through the latex. Cleavage to die for. Wardrobe failure after every exercise. Our bubble butts on full display, our bulging, striated glutes free for all to see, the suit playing in the crack of our ass cheeks. Would be fucking better than porn, wouldn't it? You'd like it?
When she embraces her raised leg and sensually moves her fingers over her diamond-shaped calves, the visual stimulus is too much for him. He cums, and how he cums! An eruption of semen, spurt after spurt after spurt escapes from his rock-hard cock. Smiling with sadistic glee, Denise quickly jumps out of her pose, grabs his twitching penis and using his sperm as lubricant, she starts jerking him off again long after he is done shooting, giving him the post-orgasm torture of his life. There is no pleasure whatsoever in his huge orgasm, as her jerking movements become harder and more intense, tearing loose his foreskin, drawing blood. Denise enjoys his agony and keeps jerking his monster cock, while muffling his screams, pushing his face into her ample chest. You can see that she is narcissistically enjoying how the fabulous muscles in her upper and lower arm bulge ominously, the dark tan and oil giving her that intimidating stage look that highlights every bulge and striation in her ultra-muscular physique.
- What is it you don't understand about "do not cum", huh? You watched me for hours on the web, so you must have seen I'm quite harsh for men who fail me. And you are on Bethany's black list. Men shit their pants by just hearing the words 'black list'.
Indeed, 'quite harsh' and 'black list' make him shiver in total panic. Quite harsh does not even begin to tell how sadistic Denise treats her victims. He knows. He saw her in action. How many times did he jerk off to internet footage of that gorgeous bodybuilder snuffing out helpless men? He never imagined of being at the receiving end himself. He knows that her evil creativity in inflicting pain is boundless. He also knows that begging makes it worse, that begging increases the chance for an even slower and more painful death and yet:
- ... Please, Denise. O please. I'll clean everything. I'll... Let me please clean it up.
He takes his hanky, but Denise stops him.
- Mmm, I don't think so, baby. That would be much too easy. ... Lick. Lick your filth off my fingers and off the ground and I might show some mercy.
The initial excitement and joy he experienced when he saw Denise driving up into the mansion, has been replaced by utter fear and agony. He shakes all over as he gets on his hands and knees and starts to lick his sperm off the stones. He still hopes he can amend his wrong. His idea is that if he complies, she might still punish him, but not too severely... It is pathetic to see how he does his utmost best to lick everything off the dirty ground, much to the amusement of the bodybuilding beauty who is mocking him, ridiculing him.
- Hey, you're right, B.: he's built like a stud, but he acts like a pussy. He fucking cums just by looking at me.
- As if it is the first time men wet their pants just by seeing us.
- Yeah, fucking happens all the time. Hate those premature cummers.
Her voice is dripping with disdain. And then to the man:
- And my hand.
When he is finished licking the ground, he looks up at her hand. He looks at the fingers she jerked him off with. He recalls how he has seen these fingers crush steel. Or rip men apart. Just like that. Just like we would breathe. There are thousands of snuff movies on the dark web, all professionally filmed, edited, and produced, featuring Denise as interrogator, as torturess. These movies combine showing off the aesthetics of her orgasmic body with close-ups and slow motions of her curves at work with a scenario that highlights the ultra-sadism of her appetites. They are full of explicit images of crushing, piercing or ripping action. Each kill is as sadistic as the other. It is gruesome footage and at the same time highly erotic, showing a freakishly muscular female bodybuilder, an athlete racked, jacked and fully packed. He remembers seeing these beautifully manicured, ultra-long nails dig into eye sockets or pry into virgin assholes, tearing them apart. Or rip their way into male torsos, either breaking in the entire ribcage by digging the palm of her hand into their chest or by tearing loose rib after rib using her fingers to pry between each rib. No man proves a match for her trained fingers. They also show how much she cares about her look, how muscles add to femininity, how bodybuilding enhances a bimbo into a becoming a sex goddess.
When he has finished licking his semen off her hand, he looks up into her cold eyes, hoping for mercy. He still hopes that the object of his wildest fantasies, this ultra-muscular killing machine, will not punish him too severely for his orgasm. Denise merely looks down on him, a look oozing with contempt, totally uncaring about his pleas for mercy.
- Good boy. Now, how do you wanna die?
He does not grasp the meaning of the words.
- Fuck, I asked you a question. How do you wanna die? You've seen me slaughtering men on the Internet, so don't be shy to ask for a special treat.
He realizes he is doomed. That there is nothing in his power he can do to stop this muscle babe from killing him. He starts to cry.
- O fuck, you're such a boring bitch! I'm going to add your penis to my collection of cocks--I own thousands of huge male organs, like someone may have a collection of stamps or autographs.
- ... Add my penis to a collection? But how ... ... ?
- It talks. Don't worry. Yours will do just fine. It's gonna make a great specimen. Just be still.
And then his world collapses: the carefully manicured, beautifully long nails of her trained fingers rip through his flesh and she simply tears his cock and balls off from his crotch! The deliberate and controlled movements of her fingers show the great skill that she has developed over the years to single handedly castrate a man. It is horrifying to witness how skilled she is, how with a swift and invasive twist showing an awful lot of practice, she cuts through his flesh and rips off his huge penis, balls and all.
- Why waste anesthetic? You're male. Hahaha!
She quickly pushes him away, making sure the geyser of blood coming out of his crotch does not dirty her dress. A fabulous karate kick against his head knocks him out cold before a terrifying scream is able to escape from his mouth, which is drawn in a strangely unnatural grin. Numerous teeth are scattered around, blood starts dribbling from his heavily mutilated mouth. Well, dribbling is an understatement: the truth is that his face seems to have been sliced open from his chin. The agonizing grin around his mouth is not a grin, it is the strange visual effect of his face having been cut in two. Denise's freakishly high stilettos are razor-edged, a customized feature with devastating impact. She slashed his face from the chin up to the spot between his eyes!
- Gotta love these high heels: so fucking efficient. They cut through steel.
Indeed, his face has been totally destroyed. The force behind the kick nearly carved through his facial bone structure. It is Denise's immense craftsmanship and mastery of martial arts that has made the cut surgically nice and clean, only inflicting superficial damage, but mutilating him monstrously. Denise struts towards the car in that walk so characteristic for IFBB bikini pros, puts his cock in the glove box and with an impressive series of cartwheels and tumbling moves, she moves around her Porsche. Operation intimidation continues: there is absolutely no need for her gymnastic exploits, their function is only to show off her skills and exposing the poetry of her ultra-hot body to the eyes of the unprepared men. Seeing that curvaceous, ultra-muscular body doing a series of standing back handsprings, slowly at first so that all men get excellent view of what is underneath her dress every time she is upside down. Her orgasmic curves and her bulging muscles turn on the heat, but it is when her cleanly shaven, wet pussy becomes visible to the men, that they really start getting excited. Just like everything about Denise, her pussy is perfection. Her large clit is visibly swollen, her labia shine with sticky pussy juice, showing how hungry, how horny she is. Her slit is so inviting, so enticing. Servants start to cum. In their pants. The abstention becomes too much for some of them.
Then Denise increases the tempo and rhythm of her handsprings, faster then any man could run--it is really impressive how Denise combines speed with elegance in the execution of her handsprings. She tumbles so blazingly fast that she has become just a dark blur--the color of her black dress merging with her ultra-dark brown skin. With a high and powerful split-leg layout back-flip she propels herself to land on top of her Porsche. Like a giant cat she lands perfectly on the roof of the vehicle, despite her high heels. Just to showcase her agility and as a coup de grace she performs a standing full twist on the car's roof, again landing perfectly on her freakishly high stiletto heels. Like it is nothing. It is scary and mind-boggling to see how a woman with a hulking and bulging muscle mass like Denise is able to perform this series of gymnastic moves with such agility, grace and elegance. The tight-fitting dress has had a very hard time to keep covering her alluring assets after her gymnastic tour de force. Her breasts have become visible to all, melon-sized, bolt-on, shiny miracles. Huge, round and so perfectly deeply tanned, it makes all heads turn. And cocks hard. And pants wet.
- Those who wet their pants, report inside when we're finished here. We have a surprise for you. You'll love it!
With a vicious grin showing how much the ultra-fit beauty enjoys her own show and its effects on her male audience, she teasingly slowly covers her glorious boobs again, making sure all eyes are glued on the alluring flesh of the huge, protruding curves. It is obvious that her skimpy dress is simply tailored to showcase every inch of her shiny skin, every curve, every bulging muscle, every striation. The visual over-stimulation drives most servants over the edge: crotches with wet stains everywhere... With a nicely executed front flip she jumps off the car and confidently struts back to her still unconscious victim, sexily swaying those hips, wiggling that Brazilian butt, strutting her stuff. What a sexy beast this woman is! This is confidence turned into narcissistic arrogance: she knows she is drop-dead gorgeous. Almost gently Denise slaps his face to wake him up.
- Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead. Rise and shine! But don't wake up the neighbors.
As he opens his eyes, her long-nailed index finger pinches his throat and destroys his vocal chords. She is careful not to hit any veins. Everything about him shows severe psychic shock and utter panic. A noiseless scream comes out of the bleeding hole where his mouth used to be. Pain hits him like a train. Like a tsunami. Full-force and all-overwhelming.
- Mmm, that's more like it. You have no idea how I hate crippled dudes... Or have you? Hahaha!
Denise grins sadistically as she kicks him in the belly, opening up his abdomen with her razor-sharp heels leaving his guts bulging out of his body. It is horrific! He frantically tries to contain his spilled guts in his arms and hands, but it is all in vain. His mutilated face has a totally weird expression, indicative of the overwhelming agony he is in. The fit über-babe spits on him and proudly returns to the Porsche leaving him bleeding to death.
- Fucking ugly motherfucker!
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Meanwhile Bethany reached the white wall which show the signs of previous tortures. There is blood all over. The president has been attached with ropes to the wall. Two of Bethany's assistents hurry over to offer her refreshments--all sorts of fresh cocktails, champagne, iced tea--and goodies like caviar and fresh strawberries. They also bring her towels on top of which everyone can her see her long, black leather gloves. It is torture time.
- Just like you asked, Miss Bethany. It's your favorite Dom Pérignon. The 2009.
- Thanks. Now, take off your shorts and make sure you're hard.
The servant immediately complies: he hands over the tray to his colleague who is carrying the towels, and he pulls off his shorts in anticipation. He seems to sport a beautiful erection, his huge cock standing rigid as a pole, ready for action, ready to serve his mistress.
- Nice cock. How long has it been?
- Six weeks and three days, Miss Bethany. Last time you edged me for two hours before you allowed me to cum all over your perfect boobs. Then you took me to a meeting, pushed me under the table and forced me into cunnilingus for more than four hours. The four most precious hours of my life.
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Wow, love the latest update, hero141! Thanks! And it was great that you used the gymnastics suggestions I made! Love collaborating on a story like this. Hope to see some of my "gun girl" ideas in the next installment! Thanks again!
Rachel
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Luv the latest update! Nothing hotter than a massive muscle woman with flexibility, agility, speed, and that tiny wasp waist!
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And now...: the last chapter, folks. Karma is appreciated! Enjoy... :)
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Meanwhile Bethany reached the white wall which show the remnants of previous tortures. There is blood and filth splattered all over the cold stones, telling reminders of Bethany's nasty habits. The president has been attached to the wall with ropes, and he is more dead than alive. Two of Bethany's assistants hurry over to offer her refreshments--all sorts of fresh cocktails, champagne, iced tea--and goodies like caviar and fresh strawberries. They also bring towels. And gloves. On top of these towels everyone can her see her long, black leather gloves. It is torture time.
- Just like you asked, Miss Bethany. It's your favorite Dom Pérignon. The 2009.
- Thanks. Help me with the gloves.
The servant immediately complies: he hands over the tray to his colleague who is carrying the towels, and he grabs the shiny leather gloves. With tender care he pushes the gloves over her vascular forearms, deeply tanned miracles of hyper-muscularity, slick with the oil they have been rubbed in with. Every inch is hummed with choking power. The leather is beautifully stretched over her forearms which are thicker than his legs, brutally jacked, totally yoked! He feels himself getting lost in the sultry pumped-up muscles of the gorgeous sex goddess standing in front of him. There is no way to avoid catching a glimpse of her big boobs, so proudly jutting forward, screaming for some loving attention. And then he sees her upper-arms up close, the humongous biceps and triceps bulging with power, comic-book shaped, exaggerated mounds of female beef with thick veins snaking over their bulging surface. She flexes her bicep and watches it ball up, then split and peak with size that would put heavyweight male bodybuilders to shame. To say he is totally intimidated does not begin to describe how belittled, submissive and petrified he feels in her divine muscular presence. And at the same time, she drives him mad with an animalistic lust, an arousal so big he has to concentrate on not creaming his pants there and then.
- You like them, don't ya?
He is not sure whether she refers to her arms, boobs or to her gloves, but yes, he likes them all.
- O yes! I do.
Bethany savagely pulls off his shorts and releases his beautiful erection from its tight confines. His huge cock stands rigid as a pole, ready for action, ready to serve his mistress. His glans is all wet with pre-cum, which has not gone unnoticed by the female predator. You can literally see his dick throb with excitement.
- Mmm, I see you do. Don't cum or I'll bust your skull.
Her gloved hand grabs his cock as she mockingly tilts her head sideways and sexily flutters her eyelashes. Her broad shoulders ripen into stuffed orbs that rival her powerful biceps. The engorged, shining delts dramatically show the destructive power thumping inside them. He feels the sensational touch of her hand is inevitably going to drive him over the edge--she is not even jerking. Not even a little.
- O Miss Bethany, could you stop ... ? ... Touching my ... ... ...
Suddenly his world explodes: her free hand punches him just below the ribs. It is a brutally powerful fist that smashes into his kidney area. It makes him grunt in agony, racked with pain. He starts to shake with short, racking sobs. And then she lands another gloved fist onto exactly the same spot. Restrained and controlled, but devastating nevertheless. He gasps for breath. Delirious with pain which is overtaking his nervous system. The hand that held his penis, is now holding his throat, easily keeping him from collapsing onto the floor.
- What is it you say? You fucking think you're in a position to ask me something?
The third blow breaks him. Bethany hits him on the same spot but this time with less restraint, brutalizing his kidney, squashing the side of his abs which are unfit to neutralize such onslaught. His penis has gone flaccid immediately.
- Did I tell you to lose that hard-on? Huh? Did I?
Tears run down his cheeks, he screams like a pig, unable to cope with the excruciating pain inflicted by the busty bodybuilder. His body convulses and shakes uncontrollably. The side of his torso has turned ugly red, blue and black, severe physical trauma is all too obvious, much to the satisfaction of the young sadist. Without the slightest remorse she hits him again, loving the way her gloved knuckles impact on his soft flesh. Bethany knows that each extra hit does not so much increase his suffering--he has reached the apex of his agony and more pain would make him pass out. She just loves the sight of her ballooning arm muscles flexing dangerously as she drives her gloved fist into his side again with unabashed power. The huge veins crisscrossing her thick muscle-packed forearms beautifully show through the shiny leather of her gloves. She is so freakishly intimidating. Years of heavy weight training have created a walking wet dream, a body so excessively muscular and yet so perfectly proportioned and curvaceous, that it appeals to the deepest male fantasies. Every bulging muscle and sexy curve is built to produce arousal, to drive men mad with lust.
She loves the audience too: carefully selected men whose sole purpose is her pleasure and whose lives she has made a living hell. They are monitored 24/7, touching their cocks is forbidden, masturbation is entirely out of the question and they are bombarded on a daily basis with individually tailored porn. They are so freaking horny they would fuck a wall, but the terror facing Bethany keeps them in line. The inhibition takes its toll however: with a gorgeous babe like Bethany around they nearly cream their pants by just meeting her or merely watching her walk. It is a constant challenge with her deliberately strutting around in all-revealing, skimpy outfits, oiled and groomed to perfection, her kinky and provocative attitude only adding to her aura of sex goddess. And of ultra-violent, mega-sadist assassin of course. Because if men fail to live up to her expectations, they pay a price. A horrible price.
So, when Bethany throws her diligent servant on the ground, he resorts into a fetal position immediately. His suffering is obvious. The effects of her blows have totally incapacitated him. His body is broken. He can hardly breathe.
- Get up! And make sure you're erect.
The servant has registered her order, but he is physically unable to get up quickly. You can see he uses all his willpower to manage to get on his hands and knees. She disdainfully mocks him.
- Yeah, crawl like the dog you are. Is that all you can offer me, huh?
He knows she wants him to have an erection, but he is unauthorized to touch his cock. A few jerks would help to comply with her demand, but the rules of the house are so deeply ingrained into his brain, he refrains from touching his dick. Bethany grins evilly, as if she is able to read his concerns.
- How long has it been?
He answers with difficulty, the pain preventing him from speaking fluently. Even his voice fails him from time to time. Traumatized. Terrified.
- ... Six ... ... weeks ... and three days, ... M... Miss Bethany. ... ... M ... My ...G ... Goddess... ... ... Last time you edged me ... ... f ... for ... ... t ... two hours before you allowed me to cum ... ... all over ... ... your perfect boobs. ... ... Then you took me to a meeting, pushed me under the table ... ... and f ... ... f ... forced me into c ... ... cunnilingus ... ... for more than two hours. ... ... The two ... two ... ... most precious hours of my life. ...
Bethany's gorgeous face lightens up as she remembers the situation. It was a meeting with top Russian foreign agents, mostly ex-KGB, and they were discussing the possibility of ensuring a constant and cheap supply of Russian prisoners to populate their Detention Centers, ultra-modern buildings being constructed all over the country devoted to interrogation and torture. Places of female muscle worship. Places of mass slaughter. Factories of death. Of horrific experimentation. Ten DC's, each fit to deal with and dispose of 10,000 corpses a day. China and India already agreed to ship dissidents and criminals to the US--nothing better than an over-crowded Detention Center. With the Russians joining forces there would be a permanent supply of men to "work" with. They did join forces, eventually. The debate was not so much about the supply of men--the Russians did not care--, but about the extra fee for the intel: Bethany wanted 50k for the results of an interrogation and an extra 50k if they wanted live footage. Per interrogation. They found the amount extraordinarily high. It was not until Bethany showed footage of previous interrogations, that they agreed. The prospect of receiving more footage of this gorgeous hyper-muscular bodybuilder in a tight-fitting black leather catsuit brutally humiliating and torturing men quickly drew them over the line.
These sadistic Russian ex-KGB-officers knew Bethany very well--she had been trained by the KGB and often stayed in Moscow to perfect her interrogation skills. Whenever she was in Moscow, hundreds of dissident voices of the regime were interrogated by the half-naked American bodybuilder. Needless to say they revealed every possible secret to her: in between their screams of agony they blurted out plans, places, names. Everything. And more. Names led to new arrests and to more interrogations. She sometimes did more than 250 men per day! Bethany was responsible for single handedly eliminating every opposition to the totalitarian Russian regime. Important dissident voices were brutally silenced, critical journalists were arrested and butchered to death--footage of their last hours was broadcasted through official government channels. Bethany's reputation as merciless and ultra-sexy killing machine was quickly settled in Russia. She wore a mask on videos, but there was no way she could hide that outrageously muscular pornstar-body of hers. She also featured in talk-shows and entertainment programs on official government channels, always dressed up in outrageously provocative outfits, talking dirty, boasting about her work for the Kremlin, doing all kinds of unexpected and crazy things on television, such as stripping naked or blowing the host of the show! Rumors went that sometimes she had to be restrained not to slaughter everyone on the set. She quickly became notorious as a ruthless killing machine, as a sadistic government assassin, and as an over-sexed, totally crazy bodybuilder whose ultra-muscular physique was not just for show. Everybody knew her. Everybody feared her.
One day things got out of hand. Bethany joined the regime forces to make an end to a peaceful public protest in Moscow one Sunday afternoon: more than 100,000 people were peacefully marching against the disappearance of so many opponents of the regime. From the control room she ordered the police and military to block all roads so that the marching crowd was trapped. Wearing nothing more than a black leather thong and these characteristic knee-high high-heeled platform fetish boots she got out, each hand carrying a heavy machine gun, two belt-fed monsters that would normally be placed on a bi-pod but which looked like children's toys in Bethany's hands. It took more than ten Russian soldiers to carry the rounds of ammo behind her. That afternoon she killed more than 80,000 people by pumping them full of bullets: she fired thousands and thousands and thousands of rounds into the panicking crowd. Bodies were ripped apart, mutilated beyond recognition, bullet-holes as big as bowling balls. Her ultra-trained muscles easily neutralized the heavy recoil of these nasty monster-guns. When both guns suddenly failed due to overheating, she elegantly tumbled into the masses and started kicking people to death. Each kick as lethal as a gunshot; each kick sealing the fate of a protester. Each kick making her more aggressive, more aroused. When she was finished, the streets were deadly silent, bodies everywhere, piled and scattered all over the streets, blood flowing like a river, her huge shapely body shiny with the blood and viscera of her victims. A post-apocalyptic scene. Since that day Russians lived lived in constant fear. Putin's reign of fear was replaced by a reign of terror.
So, the KGB knew of her beastly habits. Of her ultra-sadistic appetites. She never ceased to amaze. It was not that no man got out alive, but they were slaughtered in ways that would be considered even too gross for over-the-top horror-movies! Bethany remembers how her Russian colleagues had noticed the man under the table and that they knew what he was doing. She did not hide how she enjoyed his services. But what could they do? They feared for their lives as well. She was notorious for her impulsive whims, often involving crushing or squashing of male organs...
- Glad you think about it that way. You served me well. Let me return the favor.
Still on his hands and knees, he glances around and starts to blush. It dawns on him just now how totally out of the ordinary, how utterly strange this situation is. He is facing a half-naked alpha-female wearing these ultra-sexy black and shiny dominatrix platform boots and long leather gloves. Everyone is anxiously watching them. Her sexually forward attitude continues to amaze him. She is totally uninhibited when it comes to sex. Well, when it comes to anything... He hears himself saying, as if in a dream:
- O Goddess, yes. You are the best!
- That's what all men tell me.
And then, in an incredible explosion of force and obviously enjoying it, she kicks him in the balls from behind. As he is on his hands and knees, her booted foot disappears into his crotch. Really INTO his crotch. He doubles over in pain, gasping for breath as his hands cover the destroyed area in an automated defensive reflex. He does not even register the extreme damage her kick has caused: she simply destroyed his cock and balls, crushing them to a bloody pulp, breaking his pelvis. The man lies on the ground. In shock. Writhing in complete agony. Spasming. His face is drawn in a grimace of horror.
- Take him inside the house and tie him to one of the chairs I reserve for disobedient servants.
Two men come to carry him away. No one dares to ask what kind of disobedience he may have committed. They just do as they are ordered to, happy not to be the one she kicked the testicles to pulp. When you are put into the chair, you are doomed. Your fate is sealed. The chairs are such horrible devices, four of them placed in the central hallway of the mansion, a place everyone needs to pass several times a day. They are permanent reminders of how sadistic Bethany is, of how painful the consequences are of any mishap, any mistake, however small. Not showing up in time for a meeting, not being hard when you are supposed to or being hard when you are not supposed to. No one survives. The only question is how long it will take to die.
- Mmm. Always good to come home. I want absolute obedience. Strict discipline.
Bethany faces the president again and loosens the ropes he is tied up against the wall with. The man feels a glimmer of hope that she will release him, but that hope vanishes as quickly as it appeared: with visible pleasure she starts nailing the crying man to the wall, arms high above his head, legs widely spread. Nasty little detail: Bethany does not use a hammer, but simply pushes in the thick six inch nails with her thumb! Her servants watch their sadistic mistress in awe. For most of them this is not the first time they see her in action, but people never get used to her sessions. The sheer brutality and barbarity of the tortures and the otherworldly beauty of the muscular torturess are hard to digest. Bethany elegantly back-springs towards a collection of baseball bats hanging on the wall and picks out a huge steel bat.
- It wouldn't stand a chance against my pussy, but it'll just do fine here with this fucking asshole.
She elegantly struts back and starts playing. Matt mutters in horror:
- ... Holy shit...
The president wails and screams his lungs out with every strike of her bat. It is insane.
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- Want out?
It is the melodious and sexy voice of Denise. It is a gorgeous sound in the midst of the horrific cries of Bethany's victim. In between his desperate pleas for mercy and her girlish giggles, Matt hears the blows of the bat landing on the president's body again and again. The enormous thuds are followed by heart-rending squeals of such an intensity, of such animal-like ferocity, that Matt is sure he will collapse any moment. Only to hear the impact of another blow followed by an even scarier squeal. Matt is a total wreck when Denise helps him out of the trunk. He is still naked. His body hurts everywhere. Especially the side of his torso feels excruciatingly painful--it has turned blue and he has trouble breathing.
- Yeah, baby. It can take some time. She's taking him on quite the ride. She's crazy. Wanna watch? She won't kill him yet, you know. She'll just break every bone in his body and then take him inside to feast on him. It'll be hell for him. And worse.
- O God... O my dear God. ... I don't want to watch this, Denise. Please.
- And she's so unpredictable. One moment she may be jerking you off promising you a world of sexual bliss, a moment later she starts tearing off your arms and squashing your balls. Only to start nagging about a blood stain on her leather pants a couple of seconds later. And punishing you for it.
Denise embraces him, the familiar hardness and warmth of her dense muscles, which otherwise would turn him mad with lust, now make him wince in terror. Even the closeness of her orgasmic tits engenders fear and horror. He is pushed onto that awesome bosom, each breast larger than his head. Sluggishly and with much pain and effort, he actually manages to move his neck, tilting his head upwards to look into the eyes of his tormentor:
- Will I live through this, Denise?
His pleading look is answered by a very matter-of-fact answer:
- No.
Matt expected punishment--even quite severe punishment--but no death penalty. The smirk across her sexy lips
- ... O ... O God, no. Please. ... Why, Denise? ... Why? I didn't do anything to upset you.
- I could say that you disobeyed me. I'm very strict about obedience, you know that. Or that you cheated on me. Bethany told me how you lusted after her and came more than once in front of her.
- That's not true! You know it is not...
- You call Bethany a liar? Do you have the guts to repeat that statement while she is standing in front of you?
Matt shivers in mortal terror. He is petrified of that woman; totally traumatized by what he has seen her doing just an hour ago and by the spectacle she is putting up now. Of course he does not have the guts. Not to a girl who can rip him in half without even breaking a sweat. A Pentagon-trained killing machine whose curvaceous body is like an adult amusement park, but nobody survives the intimate encounter. The amusement is all hers, and hers only. He starts shaking uncontrollably.
- ... Please, Denise. Don't do that. ... For old time's sake. I loved you, you know.
And he quickly adds, while staring at the ground in dejection:
- And I still do. ... O babe, I still love you. Bethany will kill me. Torture me. She promised me. Please, help me.
- O baby. I can see she made quite an impression. She's a fucking piece, isn't she? Hehe. I admit: she is one the most violent and aggressive girls you'll ever meet. But then again, all chicks on the 'Pentagon 7 Program' are outliers when it comes to violence. But you know what, Matt? There is one outlier among the outliers. ...
Matt looks at her incredulously. She cannot be serious.
- Indeed, that's me. My resumé reads like a horror movie. Well, like a thousand horror movies. And I don't need a fucking reason to kill. I just kill. Big time. For you Matt, I have something special in mind, a long journey. I'll put you so full of drugs to make you hyper-sensitive and to make you last longer. Fuck, I'll make you last, Matt.
Matt is mentally broken when he feels Denise's hand traveling down his abs and starting to massage his crotch in a way only these bodybuilder women can. Their sexual skill is from another world. She gets him hard in no time and smiles evilly.
- Thing is: I've got other boyfriends. Bigger cocks, more stamina, bigger muscles. And I engaged a new IT-guy, the beta nerdy-type, PhD in engineering from MIT, glasses and all. Totally into muscle. A cutie. I don't know how long he'll last, but the rough hand-job I gave him, has already paid off in several millions of virtual cash and in a surveillance system that surpasses the Pentagon's in accuracy and efficiency. I wonder what he'll offer in return when I will ride his cock...
- Oh baby, don't kill me. I'm more valuable to you alive. I'll work with this new IT-guy. Let me serve you. O God, let me eat you out...
- Fuck, Matt. You make me wet by just thinking about it.
She releases him from her embrace and as he wants to dive into her perfectly shaven wet pussy, he sees Bethany walking by. She holds a battered bleeding pseudo-corpse in her hands. Every inch of his body is black, blue and dripping with blood. He is totally wrecked. His arms and legs are obviously broken in many places: they are hanging loosely from his torso, flesh has been ripped leaving muscle tissue to be visible and bones are sticking out in awkward angles. Matt is shocked. When he finally notices the knob of the bat sticking out of his ass, he starts to puke. She must have rammed the barrel all the way up into his abdomen, leaving the knob and a couple of inches of the grip sticking out. The president is still moaning softly, the pain must be totally overwhelming his nervous system. Matt feels sorry for him, but the idea that the man will die within a couple of minutes is the soothing thought that keeps him going. Without much ado, Bethany puts him in a plastic wrap, keeping his head clear and throws his mangled form into the trunk again.
- Fuck, that felt good. It is not always the number of killings that counts.
- Jeez, B. Looks like you're giving him some quality time.
- Yeah, didn't crush any vital organs. But I changed my mind: I'm not going to do him here. I'll take him to one of the nearest Detention Center and take him on a torture trip. I'll ask Dayana to do his cock.
- Then all this is insignificant foreplay? God, B., you're sick! Dayana's cock-work makes even experienced assassins at the Pentagon weak in the knees. We got his money. He is no longer the President of this MMA league. He is broke. Why Dayana?
- Broken, you mean?
- Hahaha! Yeah, you broke his bones all right. In a hundred places.
- I promised Dayana. I owed her a favor for dismembering her ex-boyfriend during a nightly fuck-fest last week. Got carried away a little bit, I admit. Fuck, there is so much I can learn from her. She is so talented! The level of precision and her eye for detail continue to amaze me: she drives her men mad with pain from the first minute and she continues to increase their pain levels to unimaginable heights keeping their tortured cocks erect all the time, appealing to their deepest sexual fantasies! She is so fucking imaginative, so resourceful.
Dayana is specialized in cock torture--she interrogates thousands and thousands of men at the Pentagon and never fails to get the intel she wants. A black beast. Black Death, they call her. This nickname is aptly chosen: at the age of 19 this muscle babe is responsible for the death of over a hundred thousand people! Wherever she goes she leaves a trail of corpses behind--all brutally castrated. Notorious for her prison camp fantasies and for keeping her victims erect during their endlessly long hell-ride. She has no mercy whatsoever, no remorse, no compassion for her victims. Men find themselves in the hands of a crazy and extremely talented sadist, a muscle babe whose soul is as black as her flawlessly oiled, super-sexy black skin. A muscular psychopath with a taste for erect cocks, but the pleasure is hers. Hers only.
- I'll call her. What are you up to, Denise? Can I take Matt with me? I'll treat him well, you know.
Denise notices how eager she is to take Matt to her lair, probably to fuck-torture him. But Denise wants something special for Matt, and when Bethany is that eager, she tends to lose patience very quickly and things get out of hand too rapidly. She will enroll him in the protocols of the 'White Room' herself, the special room in her torture dungeons where men are slowly and systematically transformed into sorry heaps of gory misery. Denise has also noticed Matt's terror every time Bethany is involved: she simply scares the shit out of him!
- Sure, yeah! I'll join you to the Center. Inform D. she may have two cocks to play with.
Bethany jumps with glee. Like a child who has been promised a new toy. The hulking beauty quickly gets into the car and texts Dayana. Matt is devastated and pleadingly looks into Denise's dark brown eyes. Like she expected, his whole being screams for mercy, a shadow of mercy, for some glimmer of hope.
- Come on, Matt. Bethany is not that bad. I'll ask her to be kind. Dayana's not bad either. I'll make her stick to the scenario. No excessive cock torture. OK? Now, get into the car. You can eat me out during the ride to the Center.
Her gorgeous face expresses the sadistic joy she feels in so effortlessly ensuring herself of the best cunnilingus in weeks. Denise grabs Matt's crotch, splaying her fingers to get an even grip on his balls and slowly starts pressing them together. Unnecessary hard. Loving the pain he is in. Reveling in the power she holds over him. She continues to torture his testicles, nearly squashing them. He wants to scream his lungs out, but she bends forward and pushes her substantial breasts into his face. The perfectly round, melon-sized mounds give a little. The ample flesh--tightly contained within the confines of her tight-fitting halter dress--squishes pleasantly against either side of Matt's head, closing over his ears, cheeks, and mouth. The substantial mass of her gorgeous tits muffles his cries, but she continues to press her soft assets against his skull, the hard cranial structure being no match for the cushioned vice ready to cave in his head, to squash it like a grape. The talented fingers holding his sack squeeze his balls, moving them against one another, causing him to wince in pain. She aggressively hisses into his ear:
- Compared to what Dayana will do to your cock, this touch is orgasmic. Orgasmic! So, make me happy. Your life depends on it.
She releases him from her vice-like grip and kicks the damaged side of his torso again. The side where Bethany left her mark. Denise's kick is as controlled and restrained as Bethany's fist strikes. The elegance of that ultra-muscular, glossy leg moving through the air is pure poetry. At the moment of impact the massive monster is perfectly stretched and rams into his side with unstoppable force. There is so much muscular mass shifting and bulging under her smooth skin, there is so much power behind the kick, that Matt not only hears his ribs crack, he feels a sharp and burning pain, causing him to nearly pass out as he goes limp and collapses on the ground. His handsome face is tear stained as he meets the familiar gaze of his tormentor, a pro bodybuilder, a hot-blooded dominatrix, a horny sadist, a drop-dead gorgeous porn-star. Denise is the total package!
- You have no idea what's waiting for you...
Matt is down. Her kick has knocked him out. Wrecked him. His breathing has become labored, but he knows that if he does not recover quickly, she will continue to beat the shit out of him. With a malicious grin she glances how he gathers all the force left in his beaten body, and manages to plead, to beg:
- ... No, please, Denise... I love you! ... ... I'll ... do ... anything, ... Anything ... ... but don't kill me. ... And ... ... ... don't hand me over to Dayana and Bethany. ... Please! ...
He starts sobbing and crying like a child. He collapses mentally. She picks him up by his throat, pulls him close and sexily licks the tears from his face, savoring his fear. Enjoying the power she has over him. The fear she causes.
- Look at this from the bright side, Matt: you'll have three busty muscle babes devoting all their attention to you. Hahahaha! I wonder what Dayana will insert this time. You know that she has a whole box of these long, thick steel rods used for sounding, all electrically wired. Boy, and then these other custom-made paraphernalia screaming to get used. The weirdest dildos for pegging or these prostate stimulators. Men go mad.
Her talented hand travels over his abs to his penis, gently wrapping her strong fingers around it, fingering the glans with her long and ultra-sharp fingernail, sending the familiar shivers down his spine. Matt has never met a girl who is so ridiculously talented in sex. Her skills in the sac continue to blow his mind. She is a maniac. A fucking machine. Her skillful grip holds his throbbing cock at the base, gently massaging his balls, and then stroking it upwards, slowly and delicately. Matt moans in delight when she presses back down deep into his swollen balls, keeping her hand firmly around his shaft. She immediately drives his arousal sky-high and he has to devote all his attention to not cumming, to neutralize the tsunami of sexual energy she is forcing upon him.
- - Jeez, gotta love your cock! So responsive.
She repeats her slow jerking movement, gently pulling upwards and driving her hand down again, firm and forceful. His throbbing dick is fully erect, nearly exploding, leaking pre-cum onto her fingers.
- Admiring my dexterity, huh? You know the works: don't cum.
Feeling her big, curvaceous and muscular physique pressing against his body does not help to comply with her command. Being surrounded by these fantastic tits, a protruding double-D almost bursting out of her tank top and nearly touching his face, and this sculpted ocean of bulging and glistening muscles is a lot to digest. Denise is kinky. She oozes raw sexuality. He knows that under her dress, her boobs are slippery with the oil they have been rubbed in with. Someone has had the privilege to massage these orgasmic mounds, giving her that ultra-sexy shiny stage-look she is so notorious for.
- I know what you think, Matt. He came three times. As we speak, Karen is showing him the error of his ways. She is re-designing his body: she'll turn him into a limbless eunuch, spending the rest of his miserable life in a wheelchair, not even able to feed himself. Ever had a spoon inserted in your cock? No? You can imagine that when she will be finished, he won't even have a shaft left... How pathetic. Hahaha!
She feels him trying to pull away his pelvis, his body writhing and squirming. Denise forces her tongue into his mouth and aggressively kisses him, her tongue snaking into his mouth, dominating his, leaving him short of air. Her hand continues its magic, his penis firmly clenched in her grip, her virtuoso fingers shattering his hopes of controlling an orgasm. Matt feels her sensual mouth smile and chuckle through the kiss as she increases the pumping rhythm, sadistically yanking harder and harder until pleasure becomes pain. Until her fists start slamming into his swollen balls every time she moves down her hand. Mercilessly. The pain prevents him from cumming. His glans is wet with pre-cum, which makes the ferocious jerking just bearable.
- You didn't really think I'd leave you alone, did you? I could jerk it off, you know. Just pull OFF your cock. So easy--done it so many times, but then Dayana would be out of work...
She throws him a smoldering look, her pouty lips so enticingly sexy. Suddenly he startles when he feels fingers entering his ass, two or three, stretching his asshole, filling him up. He sighs and moans in response to suddenly feeling her fist inside him. It all happens in a couple of seconds. When she pushes her forearm in and he feels her fist up his bowels, he fears for the worst--the intrusion is painful, awkward and arousing all at the same time. His cock remains erect. Throbbingly so.
- Good boy. A good thing your ass is bleached and groomed. You know how much I love pegging the shit out of you. Or fisting you until you cannot even remember having an asshole. Hahaha!
But this time Denise is not interested in a fisting fest, but she savagely grabs his neck and crotch and throws him in the direction of the car, its engine running. Matt feels himself flying through the air and violently lands next to the open back door, barely able to use his hands to break the force of the crash.
- Get in, fucking asshole! Make sure you're ready to have a lot of pussy. It's gonna be a l-o-n-g f-u-c-k-i-n-g ride.
He hurries to his feet and gets into the car. The gorgeous bodybuilder roars with laughter before she calls all servants to report outside and line-up against the wall. The men quickly form a line, happy to oblige. Twenty or so men look at the muscular bimbo ready to obey her commands. There is an air of expectancy, of fear and excitement.
- I'm in a good mood and I want to show you how grateful Bethany and me want to thank you for serving us so well. I know that you're not allowed to masturbate around here. Well, you can now.
The men look in disbelief at the ultra-hot babe in front of them. Then they look at each other, unsure about whether the big-boobed bodybuilder is serious or not. The next thing is that they see Denise sexily strutting towards the Porsche, swaying her lush hips, showing off her lush physique in the skimpy dress. The weeks of abstention have left their mark and the servants start jerking off like maniacs, pants down on their ankles, the ultra-sexy muscle monster the object of their smoldering desire. She chuckles evilly.
- Let me do some shooting too.
Denise grabs two guns that lie on the front seat of the car, two custom made H&K MP5's with silencers attached, and she starts shooting the men, easily holding the guns, her impressive arms stretched, the bulging muscles twitching beautifully with every burst, easily handling the recoil. Despite the heavy recoil from the powerful bursts of fully automatic fire, her markswomanship remains perfect, every single round finding its mark, destroying frail male penises and testicles or the frail hands that try to cover them, shredding male flesh into a bloody paste... Denise's thick wrists and super-humanly strong forearms can control recoil far better than any man. For a girl with her physique, shooting guns like that is play. Just easy fun. These automatic guns are mere toys. They are just means to show off her outrageously developed, ballooning arms and striated shoulders. Just a means to make her look good, to show that her physique is not just a joy to look at, a feast for the eyes, but that she is as strong as she looks. That her muscles are as powerful as they intimidatingly sexy! The men's legs are simply ripped off their torsos. It is one bloody massacre, death still being hours ahead. Their screaming is horrifying and Denise clearly enjoys their agony.
- Mmmm. Looks like my guns are far stronger than yours...
She leaves one lucky servant alive. The man is in shock, petrified, shivering and shaking in terror. Much to Denise's amusement he has pissed himself.
- Make sure this mess is cleaned up when we return. When you're finished, report to Karen. Make sure your cock is rock-hard and your ass is plugged when you face her or she may get angry. And I assure you, you do not want Karen to get angry. She may re-design your body too, you know. Hahaha!
With a last burst of bullets, casually shooting both MP5's from the hip, she destroys one of his hands, ripping it to shreds. The marksmanship needed to fire shots like this, is out of the ordinary. Combining this amount of firepower with such accuracy is even beyond sniper-level.
- Failing to comply buys you quality time with Karen. I hope you love the challenge. Or do you want me to shoot your other hand too?
The man howls in pain.
- I'll take that as a "yes".
Short bursts from both guns seal the fate of his other hand. Heavy bullets reduce it to paste, totally annihilate it. Instinctively, he uses the stump of his other hand to try to fend off the brutal attack, but it is utterly futile. Her marksmanship and surgical accuracy of the attack are amazing. With both hands reduced to gory pulp, he cries in desperation. Cleaning up this mess will indeed be quite the challenge. Denise approvingly watches him writhe in pain, gasping for air, trying to cope with the shock. She chuckles.
- Make sure it's clean, asshole! Karen will be expecting you. Don't try anything stupid: there are cameras everywhere and as you can imagine, my servants are very eager to observe and report anything suspicious. The prospect of an intimate encounter with my biceps makes them quite fanatic.
With these ominous words she snap-flexes her super-sized upper arm into a textbook example of a two-headed monster peaking at more than 29 inches. Denise elegantly gets into the car and in a flash you can see her impossibly thick arm with a beautifully swollen and throbbing biceps close the door.
- Make yourself useful, Matt. I'm horny and wet.
With screeching tires the Porsche leaves the premises.
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A brand new building situated close to the harbor of a big city. A Porsche parks in some sort of Emergency Center drive-in. Men in blue uniforms hasten to open the doors and trunk and take Matt and the sack with the former President inside the building, which has the aura of an exclusive, luxurious hospital. Everything happens so quickly and methodically that you would almost miss Matt's drenched face, a feral grin painted around his mouth. His face is dripping with pussy juice. His eyes are deeply hidden in his sockets. He looks exhausted. Spent.
Bethany and Denise enter the spacious reception lobby, confidently strutting like IFBB pro Bikini competitors. They share the super-confident sexy strut and the over-inflated boobs with Bikini pros, but all likeness ends there. Their silhouette shows this outrageous x-frame, their muscles are rippling with development, bursting with power, blown to heavyweight pro male bodybuilder levels. A man in a white uniform hands them an iPad. You can see Denise asking him something, grabbing the back of his head and then smashing his face against her thigh, time and again. She does not stop until his head is completely squashed, crushed against her quads and knee, blood dripping over her glossy leg. Immediately two men in blue uniform nervously clean up the gory mess without daring to look at the two giggling females towering above them. Whenever the girls are around, every employee is on edge, terrified of ending up in the lethal hands of these terrific bodybuilders.
Then the automatic doors leading to "Torture Rooms 1-15" open and a huge, curvaceous black amazon appears. Her outrageously muscular physique is dripping with blood and viscera. It is a formidable sight to behold, causing quite a stir among the male personnel in the lobby. Everybody is scared as shit, knowing about her ultra-sadistic appetites. Yesterday all screens at the Detention Center--all network computers, laptops, and the large information screens--showed recorded footage of her activities in the torture rooms. It was repulsive, abhorrent coverage in which she brutally butchers thousands of "residents"--mostly Chinese prisoners--to a horrific death. It was some sort of perverted best-of compilation, in which the gorgeous black bodybuilder shows no mercy whatsoever for her crying, begging and screaming victims, whose erect cocks feature prominently in her horrific torture festivities. But it is the images of the tortured employees that haunt every employee's sleep. It is the fact that even personnel is not free from being humiliated and from being transformed into gory heaps of heavily mutilated human misery, that haunts these men. The guys in blue uniforms have the horrible task of cleaning up and dispose of the huge quantity of corpses produced at the Detention Center. They work long shifts. They work diligently, scrupulously, discretely. Yet, they still fall victim to their employers' moody whims. The sheer level of sadism, of controlled aggression, of perversity, of finding sexual pleasure in slowly snuffing out their own personnel, petrifies everyone.
The gorgeous black amazon is wearing these high-heeled shiny black leather boots. Long leather gloves are beautifully stretched over her thick and vascular forearms. She looks like an ultra-fit demon from hell, a hyper-muscular behemoth, the Devil's dominatrix. She leaves a trail of blood on the floor as she comes closer to greet her sisters in arms. The smallest movement of her index finger is enough for one of the blue uniformed men who is cleaning the floor, to notice. He quickly gets up from his cleaning work and she barks him an order--you cannot hear her voice but you see the disdain on her gorgeous face, her long black hair tightly fixed in a bun, her large dark eyes not even granting him a look. He starts cleaning her intimidating torso, an amazing v-taper accentuated by these big ballooning breasts. He moves his towel over her boobs which are covered with blood, some of it still wet, some already crusted. You can see her gloved hand grabbing his crotch as his face transforms in a mask of agony. She chuckles evilly. The next thing you see is her other arm snaking around his waist. An arm that looks like it is carved out of marble, every muscle standing out visibly and there is a hell lot of muscle! The arm starts digging into his back and he feels himself being pressed against her hard body and huge breasts. He screams and--before you know it--she crushes his torso to gore, snapping his spine, tearing his body in half, wetting her athletic body with fresh blood. She rips off his cock and holds it as a trophy for everyone to see. And you see her thick, ultra-sensual lips say: "You're not here for your pleasure. You're here for mine. Let's play."
The other two muscle goddesses elegantly tumble towards the large lobby desks, where the rest of a dozen or so employees are seated, and start what has become known as "the massacre at D.C.", slaughtering all men present that day. Well, all except for Matt.
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Two weeks later. Same Detention Center.
- He still has an "on" switch.
The gorgeous black bodybuilder wiggles her talented gloved finger into the mutilated asshole of what was previously known as "Matt". A limbless form is attached to a wall, his blackish-blue torso is covered with numerous signs of long, painful but superficial torture. Some tissue that started to heal, has been brutalized again. Other tissue is beyond healing. Every wound on his body shows the signature of a pro. His cock has been transformed into a bleeding, gory rod that has been pierced with dozens of needles. Yet, it remains erect! And when Dayana works her anal magic, his penis twitches in delight.
- Mmmm, Dayana. He loves your touch.
When the black beast starts fisting him, rupturing his ass further, tearing it apart. Her blood-soaked glove gets covered with shit as she savagely punches her fist further up his abdomen. Matt opens his heavily deformed mouth to scream and you can see that all his teeth and tongue have been removed. His face has been transformed into a horrific torture zone. He looks more like a monster from hell. He produces no sound.
- It's so good you removed his vocal cords, Bethany. Well, you actually removed everything from his torso, piece by piece, bone by bone.
The beautifully oiled brunette grins. She looks stunning! Her fluorescent pink micro-bikini shows off all her voluptuous curves and bulging musculature, her high-heeled pumps only adding to her image of the stylish domme, the ultra-rich bitch who does not take a no for an answer. Her showy, flashy make-up and her oiled up physique are obvious traces she just finished a photo-shoot with a famous bodybuilding website. It was about training arms, but it soon turned into a shoot which showcased every sexy inch of her hypertrophied dream-body. The photographer creamed his pants twice, much to Bethany's amusement, but she let him get away with it. He is so cute, and he writes her these love letters full of poetry. Moreover, he is so talented in picturing the modern amazon--his photos of Bethany ooze sex and power--she decided to give him a blowjob. He lasted two seconds. And he asked her on a date tonight, a dinner, a movie, that kind of romantic soul.
- Yeah, that's a classic. Nails, finger bones, hands, lower arms, upper arms, etc. And then start all over again with other arm. Just got to make sure you stop the bleeding, or they miss all the fun. Show me your trick, Dayana. I have a date waiting for me and I still have to get dressed.
Dayana stops violating his asshole and selects a couple of rods she likes to use as cock insertions. Needless to say they are long, thick and electrified.
- A date? Get dressed? Who is the lucky one? Is it that talented photographer you talked about?
- Mmm, yes.
- Well, one thing. You gotta teach them who's in charge on the first date.
- Hahaha! Sure what else? He wants to go to the movies. I'll give him his first sperm fest: I'll jerk him off from start to finish. Hope he goes for a long movie. O yeah, you push it in like that.
Bethany watches how Dayana's talented fingers insert three rods into his urethra without splitting the shaft-- a feat in itself!
- Yeah, it needs to be erect. Sometimes you need to use a butt-plug to make it stay hard enough, but Matt here knows the drill. He has been hard for days on end now--drug-induced of course. He is wasted.
Bethany is wondering whether she will try out this penile torture fest on her date, but decides against it. Not on a first date. Well, perhaps on a second--if he survives the first, that is... He did not.
THE END.
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Wow, hero141, what an epic story and a great ending! You have a unique writing style and your characters are unique too - they never lose their femininity despite their huge muscles. Luv the way the girls just casually do back handsprings just to get from point A to point B. I was happy to collaborate with you and contribute my small part.
Keep writing - you have great talent!
Rachel
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Thank you for the great story! Fantastic ending, really went all out.
The scene with Bethany and her two huge machine guns was truly impressive and terrifying. The description of a single woman going up against such a huge crowd yet winning effortlessly was...striking, to say the least. As a fan of female (fire)power, definitely a lot to think about!
Congratulations!
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Nice way to end things. Can't wait to see what the future will hold.
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Another great story added into Denise chronicles... bravo hero141 !!! Would love to read another backstory of Denise climbing the steps into criminal world using her muscular body & power, starting by infiltrating a gang by proving her worth, then slowly removing other main players, petty criminals( when you have Denise as main muscle no need for anyone else) and finally getting to the top. And of course simultaneously taking care of other gangs & any opposition from Law. Though would love to see Denise standing out from others.. using only her body as her weapon to crush others and inflict fear ...