+Notable Author: [hero141] Denise & the MMA

[WittyKatarina]

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 

[cdefan]

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

[hero141]

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.

--

- 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.

--

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.

[cdefan]

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...

[WittyKatarina]

Thank you for the latest installment hero141! Makes me want to go out and buy some spiked brass knuckles...

[nyfiken]

great work man

[hero141]

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?

- ...

- 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.

[WittyKatarina]

Very sexy update! Two thumbs up from me.

[cdefan]

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...

[WittyKatarina]

Hi, Katarina here. Still following this great story and hoping for an update soon!

[cdefan]

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...

[hero141]

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.

[WittyKatarina]

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!

[cdefan]

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.

[hero141]

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.