Just another job?

[jhunter]

Nice follow up. Keep up the good work.

[phil123]

Great story. And so I hope for more.

[Karthikkr25]

Hai hero,
Your stories are out of this world. Just awesome. I have reading all of your stories from DTV to here. Please keep writing more. Atleast a story per week. And I have some fantasy, will you write based on that if I tell you?

[hero141]

- Oh God, Aletta, don't you think we're going a bit too fast here? I like everything about you, but let's not hurry things. It's my first day and ...

I feel her hand tightening around my crotch, like a claw. Like she owns me. Nails dig hard into my trousers and fingers envelop my hard-on. Her experienced touch is so arousing: this ultra-fit sex-bomb surely knows how to deal with erections.

- M. Rosenberg. You don't get it. You think you have a choice. You don't. Look at my body. Look at it.

My brain registers her inflated, comic-book style proportions, the pumped-up vascular boulders showing through the thin fabric of her form-hugging catsuit. Over 6 feet of ultra-muscular porn-star curves, a physique so pumped it responds with a terrific swelling and bulging of hypertrophied muscle mass with every little movement she makes. I see her ballooning muscles throb and pump with power, striations rippling with vascularity under the catsuit--and she does not even flex! And her boobs are absolute perfection: huge melon-sized miracles nicely fitting her ultra-broad and muscular upper-body, giving her torso that paradoxical aura combining ultra-sensual femininity and brutal power. What a body!

- What do you see?

- I see the body of a bodybuilder. Of a beautiful bodybuilder. Someone who...

She suddenly opens my pants and rips off my underwear, freeing my raging hard-on. I notice how her thick, sexy lips pout in a sulk.

- Jeez, is that all you've got? I've had bigger toothpicks in my mouth. Hahaha!

I have never considered my penis as small--it is more like average-sized--but when a gorgeous sex-bomb like Aletta tells you are inadequate, it hurts. A lot. Her remark humiliates me to the core of my being. Nobody wants to be called inadequate in that department. With an amused grin she watches how my male ego shrivels in front of her.

- Well, so much for size. Let's see...

She uses both hands to manipulate my cock, balls and asshole. I try to resist her arousing touch, but her experienced fingers are simply incredible. Within seconds I am hard again and she is edging me, having total control over whether I cum or not, and I can feel she is teasing me. Testing me. Showing off her skill. And I must say that this is arousal from another dimension: I have never been turned on like this, but her virtuoso fingers keep me in line. She holds the base of my shaft in a vise-like grip, not granting me the release I crave so hard for. My whole body screams for release.

- No stamina either, M. Rosenberg. A pity, but no worries--I'm not obsessed with size like some of my colleagues are. I'm obsessed with obedience. Strict discipline. I want my men to obey. Certainly men with a small penis cannot afford themselves any disobedience.

With an ease and dexterity that betray plenty of practice she binds a tiny nylon string around my cock and balls and pulls it tight. I look into her eyes with horror. She grins again. In total control.

- Yeah, you should worry, M. Rosenberg. I could easily castrate you if I pulled this nasty little wire. But I won't. Consider this wire as a partner. As a little extra help to overcome your physical constraints. It will make sure your erection is as big as it can possibly get and it will prevent you from shooting your load within seconds. With men like you, I often use these wires...

Aletta throws me on the desk on my back and pushes me down. Suddenly I feel a finger starting to probe asshole. Entering it, knowing its way. Sending shivers down my spine as it plays my prostate. Shivers of pure orgasmic pleasure. My cock feels like exploding. Only her strong grip around the base of my shaft and the tight nylon wire prevent a huge orgasm.

- Obey and we will get along quite well. We will have fun and enjoy each other's company. I may even let you enjoy the fruits of my hard work. I'm not only a gorgeous bodybuilder like you said.

Suddenly I feel a huge object entering my asshole. Holy God, when I look what she is ding, I see this bodacious vixen pushing her fist deep into my ass--I have never felt more dominated in my life. It is like she owns me. My cock is harder than it has ever been. Thick veins are snaking across her mighty forearm, the level of muscular differentiation and vascularity show the hours of heavy lifting that must have gone into building this monster!

- I'm a sex tank. A fucking machine. Disobey, M. Rosenberg, and I'll make you suffer. You'll find that these muscles are not just for show. I'm capable of tearing you apart. Of ripping your frail inferior body to shreds.

And as to emphasize her words she cruelly stretches my violated ass some more by shoving her impressively thick and muscular forearm further up my ass, her fist penetrating deep into my abdomen. It hurts so much: my asshole is being torn apart. I am violated by this muscle chick. Raped--I have no other word for it. I look into her beautiful eyes that shine with excitement. I can see she simply loves dominating me. And I do not want to find out what other dark fantasies she has in store for me.

- See how easy it is, M. Rosenberg? You should have seen the former chief legal affairs, your predecessor.

I gulp in terror and beg for mercy.

- I submit, Aletta. Please... You own me. Don't hurt me anymore, please! I'll do anything you want. ... I submit. ... O ... O please...

She chuckles evilly, her thick, full lips turning into a radiant smile. Her sexy lips alone are so arousing and trigger the wildest blowjob fantasies. And she knows: she slowly wets her upper lip in the most sensual of gestures. I feel utter relief as she pulls her hand out of my ass. I am so relieved that tears run down my cheeks. This gorgeous bimbo indeed knows how to impress a man.

- I see you get the point.

- O Aletta, thank you. Thank you! ... Don't hurt me any more, please. My God, I just adore your muscles, but do not be too rough with me. Please...

Aletta gives my a dazzling seductive smile as she points at my erection. My penis is twitching in delight, its head purple from the immense arousal, from my close encounter with this muscular sex-bomb. My ass is still throbbing in pain from the sudden and brutal intrusion.

- Seems like you love to be roughed up, M. Rosenberg. It is the muscles, isn't it? And the tits. I know. At the beach or pool men spontaneously cream their pants when they see my magnificent curves. And can you blame them? Gotta love the jealousy written all over their girlfriends' faces as the boys only have attention for my superior physique. As their hard-ons produce bulges in their shorts which they try to hide from everyone's view, erect in my honor, wet in my worship. I would often turn up the heat by showing my nips or by accidentally touching their crotches in the pool.

And then she grabs me by the neck, pushing down her hand so hard that I have trouble breathing.

- Or is it the domination? Some men just love to be dominated--like the former chief of legal affairs. He was addicted to my touch.

She releases the suffocating grip around my neck and gently moves her fingers over my face, teasing me, letting her long nails explore the outline of my face, the contours of my lips.

- I fucked him. Rough and hard. I raped him on a daily basis, violently pegging his ass or jacking him off so brutally that his foreskin started bleeding.

- Did you ... do ... him too? Did you ... k ... kill him? ... The former chief?

A wicked grin crosses her lips.

- Terrified, M. Rosenberg? I understand. With a body as trained and powerful like mine, it is so hard not to be brutally effective in disciplining deviance. Let's say that killing is a terrible misnomer for what actually happened to him. Disciplining disobedient men is another of my many addictions.

She looks at my erection. Little driplets of pre-cum are visible and I am about to shoot a geyser of semen. I just cannot help it.

- You didn't get the point, M. Rosenberg.

Suddenly Aletta savagely pulls me from the desk back on my feet, grabs my shoulders and knees me in the groin. Her attack is so brutal it makes me gasp for air, like a fish out of the water. The pain is excruciating: it feels like my testicles are shot into my throat. And as I think I can just manage the pain, she knees me a second time, driving her thick, tear-drop shaped and striated quads even harder into my balls. I collapse.

- Did I give you permission to cum? Huh? Did I?

I am on the ground, more dead than alive. In a fetal position. The pain is killing me. I fear for permanent damage. The voluptuous vixen grabs my hair and pulls me level with her face--my God, the beauty of it!

- I decide if and when you cum, M. Rosenberg. Got that?

I manage to nod, my body still shaking involuntarily from her brutal assault. Like I weigh nothing she throws me on the ground again and my eyes are level with the impossibly high stiletto heels of her sexy ankle boots. When I look upwards, I see diamond-cut calves, huge veins snaking over her mammoth quads, striated bulging muscles filling her see-through, shiny catsuit.

- Now, put on this chastity cage.

She hands me a little device in shiny steel with a urethral insert. Matter-of-factly, she adds:

- If you refuse to wear it, I'll have you castrated. ... Don't forget to put the little rod into your pee-hole. ... Yeah, that's it. Put in on.

I find it difficult to put on the device. After all, this is the first time I try on a chastity cage... When I am finally finished putting it on--the urethral rod is quite thick and gives me a hard time to stick it in--Aletta opens an app on her mobile and closes the chastity cage. I am a little concerned when I notice that the app has several other functions.

- Yeah, we found that male employees cream their pants too often during work. So, we figured these would help. We experimented for years with them on Russian inmates. So, the cages are quite efficient in preventing erections and have some interesting built-in features. Now, don't you think these boobs are made to be worshiped? Kiss them.

When she reveals one of her heavenly orbs in all its shiny perfection I feel the familiar tingling in my crotch and my penis stirs to life again. Suddenly an electric current shoots through my groin. The shock is immediate, devastating, and excruciatingly painful. I scream in agony. Squealing is a better word. My hard-on vanishes immediately, but the voltage continues to torture my nervous system. It wrecks me.

- Mmm. You get tortured for a full ten seconds every time you get a boner. The device tracks the number of erections you had and adds a second per erection. Nice, isn't it? I can increase the voltage every time you have an erection too, if you want to.

I start to cry. This is too much for me. The pain. The humiliation. The cruelty. It is a nightmare. Aletta merely moves her long-nailed index fingers over her erect nipple and I experience the excruciating pain again, the smallest twitch of my cock sets this infernal cage ablaze with electricity. It is a maddening pain. A horrific torture. I resort to a fetal position, totally overwhelmed by pain. Aletta is visibly amused.

- Now now, M. Rosenberg, brace yourself. If you find this cruel, this is level 0 and it does not even show on my app, where the levels go from 1 to 20.

- O God, Aletta. This is insane!

The brawny brunette nods.

- It is time for your speech, M. Rosenberg. Within thirty minutes the whole legal department will be in Room 4.2. I hope you prepared something: you don't get a second chance to make a first impression... And I tell you: you'll find that your department holds some of the most gorgeous female bodybuilders. All will be dressed for the occasion. I'll get dressed too.

I do not dare to look at her beautifully sculpted ass and wide back as she makes for the door, afraid of getting excited again. My God! Thirty minutes to get myself ready and concentrate on my speech. This should work--I have done this before. A lot. But I have never had to speech while wearing this kind of horrible device. As I straighten up my clothes, I feel something in the pocket of my jacket. It is a USB-stick. No idea how it got there. I check it out on my laptop and I am stunned. The stick comes from William. The accompanying text-document says I have to watch the footage which was shot secretly and bring the stick back to him tonight when we meet.

--

When I open the first clip, I see the shaking interior of a shooting range. The shaking comes from the movements of the camera which must have been attached to someone's torso and kept hidden in a button or pocket or something. Perhaps William shot this footage? I do not know. What I do know is that I see two women: Bethany and another exotic beauty whose physique is so muscular and curvy that it dwarfs everyone around her, except for Bethany who stands the comparison with the ultra-muscular, big-titted brunette. The women, obviously professional bodybuilders, are both wearing kinky high-heeled knee-high shiny-black boots and black full body fishnet stockings highlighting every inch of their shiny bodies. Their muscular physiques are literally dripping with oil, making every rippling striation and swollen muscle stand out dangerously, giving their deeply tanned flesh that super-sexy, shiny, orgasmic wet-look. They come straight from a kinky femdom clip, oozing raw sexuality and female power.

They are surrounded by numerous naked men--their erections all too obvious--, who do their utmost best to behave "pleasantly" in front of the ladies, but it is clear from every movement and gesture that they are scared witless and act in total submission. All men have nicely muscled bodies, but they look frail and insignificant next to the superior female bodybuilders. These women are ruling the situation like amazons, like dominatrices, like totally superior goddesses who are uncaring about their underlings. It is like the men are insects ready to be crushed without the slightest consideration.

[WittyKatarina]

Love it! Can't wait for what happens next. I'm guessing the guys and girls are both going to "shoot their loads"...but the girls' loads will be much more powerful and devastating!

[jhunter]

Interesting development. Looking forward to more.

[phil123]

Great start and it looks like the fun just begins. So I hope for more.

[Karthikkr25]

Hai hero, please post the next episode

[hero141]

It gets gory! You've been warned...  Enjoy and Karma+...

Bethany and the other gorgeous Latina have been practicing with huge automatic guns and are waiting for the rubber dummies to move over to the shooting bench so they can inspect their shots. I can see two men struggling to carry the two huge machine guns back inside--they are wearing similar uniforms to the ones worn by the cleaning personnel I saw working this morning at the department. So, I reckon the shooting range is corporate property and these men are employees. I also see plenty of other similarly uniformed men walking around, ready to help or serve the buxom brunettes--the slightest command, the tiniest movement of their fingers is interpreted and received as an order and immediately complied with. I have never seen this level of dedication, of compliance, unless I count trained dogs and their owners...

The handling of the recoil has resulted in every muscular fiber, every bulging inch of their shiny arms and upper bodies to stand out. My God, they look absolutely gorgeous! The level of muscular definition and vascularity contained within the kinky confines of the full-body fishnet stocking is simply spectacular! The two bodacious babes flirtatiously move their hands from erection to erection, teasing the visibly horrified men with their virtuoso touch, tickling balls and handling cock-heads. The men refrain from looking at the spectacular female bodybuilders towering over them. I do not understand what makes them so terrified. Bethany orders one of the men to get her gloves.

- And then come back over here--I know you love being jacked-off with leather gloves...

Visibly aroused, he diligently hands her a pair of ultra-short, fingerless shiny leather gloves and she theatrically pulls them on, salaciously tilting her head sideways while eyeing him, sensually pushing her long-nailed fingers through the holes using one hand to pull the leather gloves over the fingers of the other, obviously showing-off the ballooning muscularity of her monstrously developed arms. The huge muscles swell beautifully, her biceps bulge and flex, her forearms show inhuman anatomic differentiation. The man standing before her is panting. Whether he is panting in terror or in arousal I cannot tell.

- You must be craving for some gentle, feminine touch. Having had your cock caged for over six months, and now hanging out with us without being allowed to cum. How does that feel? Hahaha!

His body trembles and shudders when she grabs his cock and slowly moves down her hand, forcing the foreskin back as far as it would go. I can see her fingers dance on the tender skin of his ball sack. His flesh tightens and his cock throbs and twitches under the virtuoso touch of her nails and fingertips. He starts to leak pre-cum.

- Don't fucking dare.

- O please, stop. I'm begging you. I can't control it any more.

She stops stimulating him with her fingers and starts closing the tiny straps of her kinky black gloves, smiling salaciously. And then suddenly, with a desperate cry, his entire body comes over and over again, pumping an enormous load of semen over Bethany's glistening biceps. Clearly, the visual stimulus of this gorgeous muscle beast adjusting her leather gloves was just too much for him.

- Jeez, horny fuck. I didn't even touch you. ... Hey Denise, this bitch just came all over me.

The other muscle babe grins in sadistic anticipation, while she is toying with a guy's cock, a huge porn-sized specimen.

- I told you that releasing their cocks from their cages would be fun with these guys. I'd punish him. Make him suffer.

The camera catches a glimpse of how this Denise uses her ultra-long and razor-sharp nail of her index finger to make a superficial cut along the length of the man's erect shaft and in one fluent movement she rips off the skin of his penis! The man goes completely berserk and starts squealing like a pig. Agonizing screams. Cries from someone in excruciating pain. He drops to the ground cupping his mutilated crotch in both hands, as if there is something he can do to alleviate the pain. O my God: this woman simply skinned his cock! Blood is dripping from between his hands, his huge red-raw shaft is horrifically mutilated. Everybody is quiet, looking on in shock as Denise inspects the skin she just ripped off and wickedly adds:

- By the looks of it, I'm gonna need the skin of your ball sack too. The other guy donated more skin and you know what we agreed upon: the man who donates the largest amount of skin, wins and gets to live. The loser faces the prospect of a prolonged stay in my torture dungeon, a place dedicated to suffering. Cock skinning is considered to be an act of pleasure for the men there. So what is it gonna be?

You can see that the juddering man summons all his will force in an attempt to decide whether she can continue skinning his balls now and live, or stop the pain and be tortured later.

- ... ... D ... Do it.

- Do what, baby? Say it.

- ... ... Skin ... ... my ... ... ball sack.

- Beg me to skin it, asshole. Beg me.

- O my God... Please, Denise. Skin my ball sack. Please, I beg you.

- Mmm, that's more like it. You're making me wet, you know. Lets see.

She kneels down over her victim and judging by the intensity of his squealing and swearing, Denise is driving him delirious with pain. When she finally gets up again--it seems like an eternity--she holds the bloody skin of his scrotum between thumb and index and shows it to the others.

- What a jerk! He has been ripped off by a female bodybuilder. Hahaha!

She calls one of the assistants who is ordered to take the hapless victim inside the building. His screaming, crying and yelling can be heard throughout. I think I notice admiration for Denise's handiwork in Bethany's voice.

- Fuck, Denise! You're sick.

- Just loving my job, B. That's all. Just like you...

And then Bethany addresses the visibly terrified man before her, tears are in his eyes, terror written all over his face.

- What is it you don't understand about 'do not cum', huh? Jeez, what a mess.

- ... I'm ... sorry... ... So sorry... ... I'll clean it...

- Clean it? You'll fucking lick every drop from my skin. Every. Fucking. Drop.

The man immediately gets to work, licking her arm clean, reveling at the bulging mass rippling beneath the tanned, glistening skin of her massive arm.

- Make sure you lick every fucking drip of your useless filth from my arm.

Bethany notices how he gets hard again.

- Horny fuck! Jack yourself off. Now!

He immediately complies. She takes one the revolvers which lie on the shooting bench and mockingly shoves it into his mouth.

- Wanna blow my gun?

Both ladies roar with laughter as they notice how he shakes in mortal fear and starts gagging when she pushes the barrel deep into his throat.

- Don't stop jerking off, baby. Let's see who's gonna shoot first...

He continues jerking off at a devastating pace as she pulls his head backwards and shoves the barrel of the revolver deeper into his throat. The way she pushes the gun into his throat is unnecessarily rough and cruel. He gags uncontrollably, totally overwhelmed by her actions.

- I tend to handle size better than you do, asshole!

She shoots the revolver, pumping five bullets into his mouth, bullets that destroy everything in their way down! The man drops lifeless on the ground, in a gory paste of his own blood and intestines.

- Oh my God, I shot too soon, I'm so sorry! Fuck, I hear that all the time, story of my life. Hahaha!

And then Bethany and Denise inspect the shooting dummies, but they turn out to be real men! They are gagged to reduce the noise from their screaming, hanging on meat-hooks attached under their armpits. Their crotches have been shot to shreds, their arms and legs have been pumped full of bullets with such accuracy and precision, that they are still alive! They are pulled off the hooks by the men and thrown onto a heap of similarly heavily mutilated bodies--apparently the fruits of today's target practice: hundreds of extremely bloody semi-corpses left to die a horrific death... A carnage. I cannot bring myself to watch any further. Holy God! This is totally crazy!

--

I click on the second file in a daze and find that this clip is secretly recorded in a gym. A luxurious gym. An initial wide shot shows that the gym is crowded with all these naked, hard-bodied women, their gloriously glistening physiques for all to enjoy, layer upon layer of hypertrophied muscle mixed with porn-star curves. You can see--and hear--that these gorgeous muscle babes are lifting heavy. The clanking of impossibly heavy weights fills the gym. Numerous men assist the kinky beauties in their training, wiping their sweat, handing out drinks, carrying away dumbbells after the most impressive series of reps, dumbbells that need to be carried by two men! It reminds of videos I have seen from pump rooms in the Olympias, all these gorgeous female bodybuilders in competition shape, oiled up, and contest ready. Only here, they are totally naked and it has to be said: the size of their boobs more than perfectly matches their muscle bulk! I also notice perfectly shaven, enticingly pink crotches everywhere. These women ooze an air of dominance, of superiority, like fantasy creatures from a kinky femdom porn movie, but here they are real! The next scene is a close-up in which Bethany is holding a man's head between her legs, pushing his skull hard into her crotch, holding her head backwards, arching her broad back, over-emphasizing her miraculous curves. It does not take long before she barks at him.

- You lousy licker! I get eaten on a daily basis by men who devote their entire lives to pleasure me and you think you can get away with this kind of lousy performance?

She pushes him away and orders him to strip naked.

- Make sure you don't have a hard-on! No more erections for you... I'll have you caged.

He takes off his clothes and his penis is rock-hard.

- You'll regret this. Hand me the knuckle ring. It's over there.

And she points at a brass object with huge pins on each ring. You can see the doubt in the man's eyes, but he obeys her order. He knows what is going to come next, but he tries to take it like a man. He goes and gets it.

- Good boy.

The gorgeous bodybuilder smilingly puts on the brass knuckle ring--My God how she loves this!

- OK, I'm ready. Are you?

And then her brass-reinforced fist lashes out. It is beauty in motion to witness the combination of devastating speed, graceful elegance and lethal power as she drives her fist into his face. Like lightning. Like a huge mechanical hammer. The impact of her first hit is simply horrific: his lower jaw is totally shattered--completely crushed on impact--and his teeth fly all over the place. His face has stopped to be a face, as she has transformed the bones of his lower jaw into a gory paste, dangling uselessly from the left joint under his ear. His cranial structure has been splintered with this one blow.

- That'll help you with the erection.

Indeed, his erection is gone.

- Now, put this on.

Out of his monstrously deformed face escapes a primal scream as she hands him a chastity cage.

- I did not ask you to scream. Put on this chastity cage! Now!

And she lands another blow into his rib-cage, breaking two or three ribs, adding to his agony. When he has finally managed to put on the cage--minutes of horrible footage, and I recognize the infernal device--she activates an app on her mobile and he goes berserk.

- Don't worry. The electricity won't kill ya. Blood-loss will, but we're talking hours and hours and hours of pain... Hahaha!

--

These clips are totally insane. What is this? What am I engaged in?

[WittyKatarina]

Nice work! Bethany using a spiked brass knuckled fist to destroy a man and her "shooting her load" with her revolver with bullets powerful enough to annihilate a man's body were my fav parts. Erotic expressions of raw female power.

I was hoping to see some back-flips from Beth and Denise as they show off their gymnastic skills to all the overmatched males around them...Maybe next time...

[hero141]

And the saga continues... Karma!

These clips are totally insane. What is this? What am I engaged in? These women are so brutally sadistic. They see men as playthings. As things you use and when you are bored with them, you lose them. Or have fun breaking them. If William really shot this footage himself, he risked his life. If they find out, he is doomed. They would kill him. He is in mortal danger... We both are. I realize that within a couple of minutes I have my maiden speech, but when this day is over I am glad to have this meeting with William. It will be good to be able to talk it off. He must feel the same thing. How long has he been working here? How did he cope with all this? Holy God. I do not know... I take the USB-stick out of laptop and put it back into my pocket. O dear, it is time for my talk. Time to find my way to Room 4.2 and hope for the best.

When I finally enter Room 4.2, it looks more like a room for corporate receptions: it is a spectacular space, richly decorated with monumental paintings on the walls--I think I recognize a Basquiat, a de Kooning, a couple of Degas and Cézanne sketches and even a canvas by Da Vinci. These artifacts must have cost a fortune! The bar is another piece of art, beautifully carved out of shiny mahogany wood, elegantly furnished with a steel and glass construction, holding more than a thousand bottles, beautifully coloring the whole wall behind the bar. What is even more spectacular however, is the amount of female curves on display. Everywhere I look, I see muscles. Huge, ballooning, female muscles. The room is packed with these drop-dead gorgeous women--you know, women who play in a league of their own: tall, big-titted, ultra-beautiful models who know how stunningly gorgeous they are. Who, if you would meet them on the street or in a bar, would arrogantly pass you by, not even granting you a look. Deeming you unworthy of attention. And here, these beauties are all blessed with a body bulging with muscles. Everywhere I look I see these ultra-fit muscle babes arrogantly flaunting the results of their hard work at the gym. Like peacocks. Like strippers on stage showing off the goods. I have never felt more intimidated in my life.

Their skimpy outfits are simply tailored to highlight every bulging inch of their gym-molded bodies. Fit-as-fuck. I see leather leggings and hot-pants, shiny latex swimsuits, the tiniest of thongs, ravishing pencil skirts, body-hugging cocktail dresses, tight-fitting catsuits, and a whole lotta flesh! Their outfits are so provocatively sexy. They ooze sex. Their flesh is shiny and slick with oil. Beautifully tanned. All wear extensive make-up, like they are ready for a photo-shoot. I see long and brightly colored nails everywhere. Like the claws of Valkyries. Extremely high-heeled pumps or boots make sure they are towering over the men in the audience, who look frail, small, and insignificant next to these bodybuilding dommes. Most men have their eyes lowered. They look frightened. Petrified.

I have to use all my willpower not to get an erection. The fact that it is a public moment and that I wear this hellish device around my penis helps me a lot. The visual stimuli however, continue to be overwhelming... The slightest movement of an arm, a torso or a leg results in the symphonic response of a muscle mass so differentiated and developed it approaches anatomic perfection. Thick veins snake over their flawless skin. Their gorgeously tanned and oiled flesh highlights every ridge, every striation and every curve of their excessively muscle-packed physiques. And then I see Aletta, her long black hair tightly fixed in a bun, the bright red lipstick highlighting the arousing thickness of her beautifully filled lips. She looks scorching hot and kinky in her new shiny black, form-hugging latex catsuit fitting her like a second skin, emphasizing her spectacular hourglass figure. Her majestic boobs look so fucking big and threaten to burst through the suit! My eyes simply drown in the lush curves of this exotic dominatrix. She looks so strict, so superior and so unattainable in that shiny black uniform. Bodybuilding has turned this ravishing beauty into a true muscle goddess. My God, I feel so attracted to her that I would do anything to please her.

Fuck! I notice that she has one of her hands deep in the trousers of the man next to her, the wet stain on his crotch showing the results of her expert manipulation. Both his hands are awkwardly holding the huge latex-covered arm she is jerking him off with, his fingers admiringly exploring the sea of arm muscles reveling through the latex under his fingertips, probably sensing every muscular ridge and bulge swelling and flexing in her upper-arm as she works her magic. She looks so massively pumped: I see how her arm muscles stretch the latex to the max! The shiny, thin black material beautifully shows the unbelievable differentiation of her striated triceps and humongous biceps, which bunches and peaks like a cannonball. His fingers do not even come close in trying to get around her arm... Judging from the look on his face he is really enjoying the ride, his mouth half open, his eyes closed in utter delight. She winks salaciously when she notices my gaze. How I would love to trade places with this guy... I sense a bit of jealousy, as I feel I should be the one at the receiving end. Not to be brutally kneed in the groin again, but to experience her loving side.

- Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! I'm glad to be able to say a few words as your new chief of legal affairs.

The chatter immediately stops. Good. I have their attention.

- It won't be a long, muscular speech--there's already plenty of muscle here as we speak...

The troupe of female bodybuilders reacts appreciatively to my joke, smiling smiles that would melt the icecaps, revealing teeth fitting for toothpaste commercials. Some arrogantly flex their peaking biceps in front of the men to show their superiority, to ascertain their dominance and power. One of the girls who is standing close to the little stage I am on, is a ravishing red-headed bimbo wearing the tiniest of silver bikinis leaving her deeply tanned and oiled physique practically naked. She snaps her arms into a double-biceps pose which would make male pros drool with envy: the size and differentiation of her peaked mounds is simply unbelievable. Everything is huge about her. She has these huge bolt-on tits, melon-sized miracles that nicely fit her outrageously big, muscular body. My God, what a pair! She watches me intently and winks salaciously as our eyes meet--the strings holding her bikini top just then snapping under the pressure of her protruding boobs. The men surrounding her hasten themselves to pick up the piece and to help her covering her nipples again--which are hard as nails and beautifully pierced with diamonds. The frantic speed and over-diligence of their actions clearly show that they do not help her out of some form of courtesy. They are simply terrified.

- Let me introduce myself: my name's Henry Rosenberg and I'm going to be your new chief as of today. I'm glad you're all here and in the coming weeks I hope to getting to know you better. I've heard quite a lot of good things about you all and about the efficient functioning of the legal department. So, let's continue the good work and make our 'good' better and our 'better' best.

The sultry red-head starts kissing the man next to her and I see her hand disappearing into his trousers. These women surely know how to handle a man--just like Aletta and Bethany after the interview yesterday. I have to admit: there are few things less arousing than a woman grabbing a man in the crotch. Certainly if they do it in public spaces. It turns me on so much. A couple of weeks ago I had a date with one of my ex-girlfriends, a buxom brunette who loved to party. At the end of a pleasant night at a bar where we obviously had too many drinks, we were taking the elevator back to the parking lot when she suddenly opened my zipper and fondled my cock and balls. She pushed me hard against the back of the elevator, put on her leather gloves and started jerking me off, smiling wantonly. "I know you love this, Henry." Indeed, she knew. Fuck, that aroused me so much. And she was good. She was so fucking good I could not resist her hand. I came within seconds, much to her satisfaction. The only thing with her was that she fucked around. A lot. Her appetite was insatiable. That is why I eventually ended the relationship, but I did not mind making love to her again. She was such a tease in bed. "Wanna come to my place and lick me, Henry? I know I would love it. Let's fuck for old time's sake. I'll play domme again, remember?" Sure, I remembered. How could I forget? I never had a girlfriend who was so open-minded, so responsive and resourceful when it came to playing my fantasy. I'm not sure sure how many times she made me cum that night, but my balls ached when I woke up...

Well, I am not sure what the muscle babe is doing to him in his trousers, but it sure is not the kind of hand-job my ex gave me in the elevator. I see the man's face is drawn in pain and panic and she muffles his impendent scream in a forced kiss. The other men merely act as if nothing is happening and look the other way, probably happy she is not hurting them. I can see the man goes limp in her embrace. He gives in. He breaks. Fuck, what a badass bitch!

- If you want to excel in your work, you will find a partner in me. That is how I see myself: as a partner, as a guide, as a coach. I have plenty of experience in the legal business in large firms and I want to invest my experience in keeping this company at the top.

- The top? Mine is gone, Henry. See?

Holy God! It is the red-head. Her huge tits are indeed fully exposed, her top having lost the battle against her bolt-on miracles, a majestic double-D proudly jutting forward! Everybody in the audience starts giggling or laughing. She is now pushing the man's face hard into one of her huge breasts, almost suffocating him against the softest part of her entire body, while she slowly pulls the other hand out of his trousers. Only I can see there is some blood dripping from her long-nailed fingers which she quickly wipes off on the sleeve of his jacket. Fuck! How do I react? I just manage to stare in disbelief at the super-hot, half-naked bimbo. The curvy contours of her ultra-muscular body dwarf everyone around her. I am in awe and do not know what to say.

- Will you be my partner, Henry? This guy no longer has the balls for it. Tell them, baby. What happened?

She brutally throws the onto the stage I am on. He starts whining. I hear his heavy breathing, I see his suffering. His pain is tangible. It looks as if he is wearing a mask, his face hideously deformed by the excruciating pain he is in. The hot-blooded red-head tumbles towards the little stage, her outrageously trained  body beautifully moving like an Olympic gymnast with a flexibility easily equaling her size. Good lord, how sexily she moves! The elegance of it. In spite of wearing these chic, diamond studded Louboutins with sky high heels she manages to land gracefully, towering high above me and her former partner. I cannot keep my eyes off her huge tits, gravity-defying, melon-sized perfection.

- I'm up here, Henry. Wanna touch them?

Before I can even think about answering her question, the busty badass kicks him. Her kick is so brutally hard I think I can hear some of his ribs breaking. He screams his lungs out, wailing, begging, and I notice he has serious trouble breathing. Perhaps some of his ribs have pierced his lungs... He is gasping for air. Suffocating. Panic is in his eyes.

- Or do you want to kiss them? Worship them?

Another kick -- it is more like a stomp as she drives her high-heeled pump into his side -- makes him squeal so loud that I startle. I am completely overwhelmed by her menacing presence, by the sheer brutality of her actions, and by the hotness of her chiseled hard-body.

- Stop screaming, asshole, and tell Henry what happened to you!

Visibly enjoying herself, she drives her high-heeled pump into his face. It is an attack that is so powerful and yet so controlled, so masterfully executed. Her kick destroys half of his face, splintering his lower jaw, sending his teeth all over the place, mutilating him beyond surgery. The kinky stiletto heel adds to the damage as it rips his flesh apart, tearing loose the skin of his face. He looks like a zombie now, like a demon from hell. Toothless. Faceless. Helpless.

- Don't be such a fucking sissy! Or do you want to end up in the chair?

The mere mentioning of the word 'chair' seems to bring him back to reality and he musters all his will-power and courage to reply.

- ... I think ... I think ... you ... ... just ... ... squashed my balls. ... ... Crushed them in your firm grip. ... One after the other. ... ... Please. ... Oh, it hurts so much! ... O God!

That is what I think I hear the man babbling, because he is obviously unable to talk normally: half of his teeth are missing and his jaw is dislocated. He resorts into his world of pain again, trying to cope with the alarm signals his own nervous system is sending out -- which is impossible considering the damage done. His statement is so outrageous I have trouble believing him, but when I look at the female behemoth standing before me and when I think of the footage I have seen only fifteen minutes ago, I know he is talking the truth. The flaming red-headed Aphrodite grins, as do most women in the audience, confirming their superiority over the men. Showing who is in charge. Most men avert their gaze, genuinely shocked by the brutality, by the sadism of her action.

- Oh, by the way, I'm Karen. I'm the Chief Operations Manager. On behalf of the entire management team, I welcome you. Thanks for joining our company. As you can see, we do not tolerate failure. Failure is something we punish so severely that no man makes a second mistake. The all-female management team sees to that personally. Hehe.

And then she addresses the well-dressed men who formed some kind of group around her in the audience. It is an order--that is for sure. An order of someone who is used to giving orders. And to being obeyed immediately:

- Take him away and prepare him for the chair. He is in for the ride of his life. Hahaha! Make sure he is ready when I come back or you can take his place.

They quickly but tenderly take him away from the stage, hushing him, shushing him. And then the muscle beast addresses me again:

- Well, Henry. As you can see, bodybuilding not only makes us look fit-as-fuck. Our trained muscular physiques give us power and skills men can only dream of -- or fantasize about. As Chief Operations Manager I will often have to make use of your legal talents. If you are lucky, you may join my squad from time to time in the field. We are quite notorious, aren't we, girls?

A group of some ten breathtakingly beautiful girls sexily smile into my direction. These girls come straight out of an adult fantasy comic: they all have these big, ballooning tits, which are hardly covered by ultra-tiny string bikinis. Well, their outfits hardly qualify as bikinis are meant to cover at least something. Here, these strings only highlight the curvaceous contours of their ultra-sexy physiques and tease their erect nipples and perfectly shaven pussies. Deeply tanned curves are oiled to perfection giving them that sexy stage-look you see at bodybuilding competitions. And considering the muscle bulk on display, they would fit in nicely in any muscle show and probably crush the competition! Proudly they show off the bulging and pumped-up results of their hard work at the gym. The team holds all body-types, from the wanton bikini babe over the athletic wellness beauty to the sultry bodybuilding bitch. The sheer amount of shiny, lubed-up muscle on display is simply out-of-this-world! The busty squad-members seem to be very popular with the guys: each babe is accompanied by four or five men who scrupulously devote all their attention to worshiping their naked flesh, gently massaging their muscles, kissing their skin, or holding their drinks.

The wellness beauty, a ravishing blonde bimbo, sensually embraces a man and starts kissing him, leaving no doubt whatsoever about who is in charge. She simply devours him, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth, one hand firmly holding the back of his head, the other exploring his ass and crotch. She owns him, controls him. And by the looks of the huge bulge in his trousers he loves every second of it.

- Yeah, we have quite a rep to live up to, but we don't mind, do we girls? Our operations are always successful, because we know what men like, don't we Aline?

The busty wellness babe -- Aline -- releases her man from the suffocating embrace and smiles:

- Oh yeah, Karen. And they know what we like: strict and unconditional obedience.

- Coat my quads. Now.

Uncaring about the audience, he complies immediately, takes his huge cock out of his trousers -- it is ready and rock-hard -- and after a couple of jerks he wets her mighty thick quads with what seem to be like an unnaturally large amount of huge blurts of semen. The man almost passes out as a result of his immense orgasm, but Aline has other things in mind for him. The big-titted beauty just loves to be the center of attention, exposing every sexy inch of her chiseled body, showing off the curvy extravaganza of her gym-inflated physique.

- Months of abstinence clearly leaves its mark. Jeez, that's a lot... Now, lick! Clean your filthy sperm off my perfect legs! Lick every fucking drop!

And she grabs him by his hair and guides him in his cleaning activities. When he has finished licking every drip of sperm from her shiny quads, Aline affectionately pushes his face into her crotch and he knows immediately what to do, much to Karen's appreciation.

- You trained him well, Aline.

- Sure, he has been working for me for over six months now. He knows the drill. And he is good. ... And no, you cannot borrow him. You know what happened to the last man I borrowed to you.

Both muscle babes roar with laughter. I cannot help but notice how Aletta whispers something in the ear of the man she is ... well euhm ... 'doing'. The stain on his pants has only gotten bigger. Don't these girls never stop? I try to regain my composure and address the audience again:

- ... May I ... ... May I have your attention, please?

[WittyKatarina]

Love it! Redhead backflipping to the stage! Arousing! Karma+

[Prophaniti]

I love your stories and can't wait to read more!

[hero141]

And the story continues... Karma+ if you like it. Suggestions are welcome (although the girls seem to have a way of doing things that cannot be changed).

--

The red-headed sex-bomb looks me straight in the eye and grins evilly. With a confident strut she shows off her magnificently sculpted form to the men in the audience -- her full breasts beautifully dominating her upper body are the center of all male attention. Like a predator carefully inspecting her prey before the attack the voluptuous beauty approaches me. Slowly. Menacingly. I have to let her come intimidatingly close -- the stage is too small to back away. I see every muscle rippling in jaw-dropping development; her skimpy outfit hides nothing of her hulking body. Her stacked physique dwarfs me. It humiliates me. As a token of her total superiority -- and super-flexibility -- she slowly lifts one of her sleek, hyper-muscular legs and curls her calf around my neck, leaving her high-heeled stiletto sticking out dramatically behind my head. I gulp in terror. I want to get down on my knees and kneel in worship before this dominant muscle goddess...

- Did I give you permission to talk?

Her fingers grab my chin, making me look her straight in the eyes. Her beefy biceps bulge with female power.

- When a woman speaks, men shut up and listen. When a woman orders you to do something, you comply. When someone from management is present in a room, you submit in awe and veneration and you crawl in fear. And you praise yourself happy to be alive. Remember this and your professional life may become fun. Ignore this and you'll end up in facilities that make hell look like an amusement park.

I quiver. And swallow hard. She slyly smiles, knowing that her sleek body turns me on. She simply senses my arousal. I steal a glance at her super-shapely, deeply tanned legs that combine a seductive smoothness with an unbelievable level of muscular definition and notice the striations of her massive quads, rippling and exploding with every flex, with every movement of her body, however slight. Thick veins cover her legs, forming a seductive web of blood vessels giving the layer upon layer of unbelievably thick and pumped-up muscle mass that intimidating look.

- I am built like a beast. No man comes even close to this level of muscular development.

She is indeed staggering. I feel sorry for the tiny piece of garment covering her obviously shaven pussy as it is surrounded by vascular, hypertrophied slabs of female power-meat. And by the looks of it: she is wet. She is dripping wet! Whether it is the oil her flesh is dripping with or whether it is her own juices I don't know, but her thong is drenched. I am in awe. Mesmerized. A crooked grin crosses her lips. A mischievous twinkle lights her gorgeous grayish green eyes.

- I am not only built like a beast. I also fuck like one. 

Her words slowly seep in, nestling themselves in my over-stimulated brain, building up my desire, tickling my fancy. You would think such women only feature in comic books or in your wettest dreams, but here she is. My fantasy has come to life, having one of her lethal legs around my shoulder, owning me.

- Few men are able to handle my beast mode and I am sure you can guess why.

This sultry red-head's body packs more muscle than the entire stage of the Mr. Olympia together and yet it retains that ultra-feminine, hourglass figure outlook. I am in love. Again. I have to fight an erection. Actually, I have to gather all my willpower not to get a raging hard-on. Sure I can guess why and I feel the hairs rising in my neck when I try to stop imagining how this muscle babe probably fucks men to death, splintering their pelvis, crushing their cock, breaking them in or ripping them apart. I cannot stop the images of torture from passing in front of my brain's imaginary eye. But quickly my gaze is drawn again to the bulging miracles of muscular perfection in front of me. To the gracious curves, shiny with oil, erotically glistening, giving this gorgeous bodybuilder the stature of muscle goddess.

- Now that you have finished staging your little show here, it's time to make yourself useful.

A slight push of her calf in my neck forces my face into the slopes of her massive breasts and my hands involuntarily touch her thick neck and broad shoulders for support. The delicious softness of her boobs, her flesh all oiled and slippery, sharply contrasts with what my hands encounter: steel-hard delts and traps, every ridge and striation palpable, every muscle developed to absolute anatomic perfection! I gasp as my arousal rockets sky-high. Her stunning looks and dominant demeanor drive me nuts and I cannot do anything else than to give in to the tsunami of sexual excitement she causes. I am past the point of caring about the situation or about the effects my reaction may imply. I just let my body respond to her overwhelmingly sexual presence. A broad smile crosses her lips, knowing I was doomed from the start. I am not prepared for the pain the device around my cock will generate. And I know it will come. The pain. She knows too. The sadistic smirk shows how much she enjoys the anticipation of my agony. And how it comes! I am attacked by a sudden, sharp and ultra-painful jolt which starts off from my testicles but soon overwhelms my whole body. It hurts so much I lose all control over my bodily functions and drop on the ground, shuddering, trembling like a maniac, spasming in total agony. I think I can hear Karen roar with laughter. There is also some giggling and laughing from the audience.

- Oops, how could I know Aletta caged you already? Hahaha!

It is like the pain goes on for ever. My erection has long gone, withered with the shock. Suddenly the pain stops, but my nervous system keeps me on edge, my heart beating like crazy, I am panting heavily, my body tense and shaky. I see Karen performing a powerful standing layout back-flip propelling her dream-body high up in the air and landing gracefully on her impossible high-heels, almost next to Aletta, covering over fifteen yards! It is a dazzling display of pure muscle power and top-level gymnastics.

- Are you that bad, Aletta?

- No, I am not. I am worse -- you know that!

I hear them laughing. I get up and try to regain my composure.

- Make yourself useful, Henry, and get us some champagne.

I get the waiters over to serve the Veuve Cliquot Rosé I ordered. I notice that all waiters haste themselves to serve the women first and there seems to be some kind of order, with the most muscular women getting a real VIP-treatment. Men are served but only when no woman is in need of a re-fill or anything else. Karen and Aletta are the center of things. Aletta winks me to join them.

- You've done well, M. Rosenberg. No man can resist Karen. Or me for that matter.

And she draws her hand out of the trousers of the man, who looks relieved. Her long-nailed fingers are soaked with cum.

- Clean your fucking filth from my hand. Lick.

The tone in her voice is so commanding, so dominant. He starts licking like crazy.

- He is ready for you, Karen. I lost count of how many times I made him cum. He shouldn't be shooting his load too soon... That's for sure!

- I hope so. I hate it when they cum too early. And he is big?

Aletta nods.

- He is fucking huge.

Without any inhibition or respect for the intimidated man, Karen simply rips off his trousers, revealing his huge member which is sticky with semen. She delicately, almost tenderly, moves her index finger along the entire length of his semi-erect shaft, admiring its size, obviously happy with its monstrous girth and length even when not fully erect. I cannot help but think how easily these experienced fingers change from brutal instruments of cruel torture into ultra-talented devices of sexual bliss. Just looking at how delicately Karen manipulates his cock reveals how talented she must be in arousing men. I get excited just looking at it...

- Mmm, he is indeed huge. Thanks, Aletta! I owe you. Come, baby, let's play! I want to feel your fucking rod inside me.

The man nods dumbly as Karen grabs his trembling hand in her iron grip and takes him with her. He throws one last look over his shoulder, meeting my gaze, his eyes showing nothing but unfiltered fear, wide in terror. When they have gone I look inquiringly into Aletta's eyes.

... Is she ... him uhm ... going to ... ... ?

- O yeah, she is going to fuck him.

- ... O God.

- Oh yeah, God will be involved: she will fuck him to death. Well, it may take a while before death will come as a relief, but we won't see him again. She is evil. Utterly evil. Stay away from her. Or from anyone from management. I know it is hard to grasp but some girls from management are even worse than Karen.

I gulp in amazement, distracted by the striations quivering in Aletta's shoulders through the form-hugging latex catsuit; by her ballooning biceps and perfectly horseshoe-shaped triceps ridiculously stretching her sleeve as she slowly moves her glass to her mouth and back again.

- I think one thing is clear. Obey our orders and you will survive. Strict obedience is the key to success. And I kinda like you, M. Rosenberg. You are clever, witty, resourceful. And what you lack in size down there, you make up for in enthusiasm. I like that. Let's move over to your office. You can oil my boobs and I can take away some of the tension that has been building up in your groin.

I cannot believe my ears. Oil her tits? And then have sex? With this stunning beauty? After what happened just before this meeting I am anxious to get excited about the prospect.

- I'll also inform you what I expect from you as chief legal affairs. Don't tell me you do not crave to oil my tits...

- O Aletta, please. I would love to do that. There is nothing in the world I would like to do more than worship that gorgeous physique of yours! But...

Suddenly our conversation is interrupted by two buxom blondes -- obviously hardcore bodybuilders considering their ultra-developed muscle mass dwarfing everyone around them except for Aletta -- both wearing these exceptionally high-heeled, knee-high kinky platform boots, together with black leather hot-pants and a tight-fitting high-neck sleeveless crop top, showing an awful amount of flesh and having a hard time containing their over-sized, gravity-defying breasts. My face is level with their protruding tits and I must say that the side-boob-view is absolutely stunning, as is the development of their sculpted eight-pack abs, the soft flesh of their tits beautifully contrasting with the chiseled steel of their insane abdominal armor plate, deep ridges separating each swollen and highly defined cobble. They are the living proof that out-of-this-world muscularity and sizzling femininity go hand in hand -- these blondes simply look spectacular!

- M. Rosenberg. We hold you responsible for keeping this place cleaned. The soles of our boots are filthy. Clean them. Crawl and lick.

I look in disbelief at how one of them smooths her crop top over the curves of her melon-sized tits, obviously meant to emphasize not only the size of her boobs, but also the sheer development of her ultra-pumped biceps which explode with muscular movement. What do I do? How do you react to such an order? I look at Aletta and her words still echo in my head. Obey orders and survive. Obedience equals success.

- Nice to meet you. Nice boots too. I'll have your boots cleaned, no problem, ladies! They look good on you, by the way.

- Don't try to sweet talk me, you fucking loser. Of course they look good on me. Or do you often meet such gorgeous muscle chicks like me wearing these kinky dominatrix boots, huh?

The tone in her voice changes from mildly playful to ultra-aggressive. I can see the muscles tense in her outrageous arms -- her carved biceps ripple with power, her massive forearms are thicker than my thighs.

- Look, Natalya, how he enjoys the view...

My eyes indeed eagerly explore the deliciously curvy contours of her muscle-packed body. Everything about her is gorgeous: a gym beast gone porn-star; a supermodel gone bodybuilder; a woman gone goddess.

- Well Kass, they all do, until we show them what we use these muscles for.

- Yeah, you sure did show them this morning. Fuck, Natalya, you are evil!

And suddenly Kass's long sleek leg lashes out, driving the sharp tip of her booted foot into the soft spot just below my rib-cage in the kidney area. The impact of her kick is brutal. The pain is sharp and sudden. It totally overwhelms me -- I collapse. In agony I feel myself falling on the floor, but a strong hand grabs me by the neck and prevents me from dropping on the ground. The blonde fury attacks me again, this time she drives her knee with brutal force into my other side. I go berserk with pain, spasming like crazy, unable to deal with such excruciating pain. This time she allows me to go down on the floor, where I start shaking uncontrollably, trying to cope with wave after wave of the most agonizing pain I have ever experienced.

- Stupid dog! Men crawl for me. They would sell their wife to have me notice them. They would pay a year's wage for me to fuck them, but I don't fuck. I rape. I take men by force. I humiliate them. I destroy them. And I love it. So, what is it you don't understand about "crawl and lick", huh?

I am completely broken physically. Pain, fear, and desperation make me start to cry. Softly sobbing at first, but then tears start to flow freely.

- Look Natalya. It cries. It cries like a fucking baby.

- Mmm. I prefer men to spill other fluids.

- Hahaha, Natalya. I like your Russian sense of humor.

I feel myself being brutally lifted into the air by a hand grabbing my hair, while another hand expertly fumbles my crotch. I wail in pain. My hands encounter the glorious mounds of Natalya's protruding firm chest and the rock-hard cobbles of her sculpted abs.

- It's caged. Hahaha! Love it! ... Aletta?

A telling smirk crosses Aletta's lips.

- Don't be too harsh on him, Natalya. I still need him.

- Harsh? Nothing a good doctor cannot fix. Now, lick the soles of our boots, useless worm!

And then she hits me in the face. Hard. Probably breaking my nose, I think because I hear a terrible crack inside my head, like the cracking sound is amplified, and find myself bleeding profusely from my nose. Yet, I do as I am ordered: I crawl over to them and start licking the soles of their boots. It is humiliating. I look up and I see them grin in pleasure, a twinkle all too obvious in their beautiful blue eyes.

- That's a good boy. Usually we attach crybabies to the wheel and club them to death. Takes hours before they die.

As I begin to clean the sole of Kass's boot, she pushes the impossibly long stiletto high-heel into my mouth and throat -- it must be 8 or 10 inches at least. I start gagging, much to their amusement. When the other blonde grabs my hair again and brutally forces my mouth over the heel keeping it deep down my throat, making me gag continuously, nearly suffocating me, Aletta intervenes.

- Not now. Not here. Please Kass. Natalya. He's new. Let him go. Don't let it get out of hand... There is a code 4 on my desk. And a code 2. Both urgent. Will you go?

- A code 4? Jeez, it's been a while. Sure, we're off. Consider it done. Jeez, Aletta. Looks like you have a little crush on the boss... Hehe. Thanks for your help, M. Rosenberg. It was so nice to meet you. Treat her nice.

And off they go, the two blondes. Everything hurts. Aletta gets me back on my feet, my legs still shaky.

- ... Thanks, Aletta! ...

- You're welcome M. Rosenberg. ... Natalya and Kass are very dangerous women. They are two of our best enforcers here at the department. Collecting money from those who owe us big time. Setting examples. Creating fear and panic. When you are on their list, you are in for quite a ride... They not only torture and kill for a living. For them, it is a form of art, combining skill and inspiration. It is fun. And I can assure you: their art is little appreciated by the men at the receiving end.

I gulp in terror, relieved that they are gone and I am still here to tell. Torture as a form of art. I cannot help but wonder how such exceptional beauties can be so cruel...

- Several hundreds of them.

- Sorry? ... O God ... With over a hundred murders they could get 30 times life sentence. They certainly need a good lawyer.

My clumsy way of using humor to alleviate the tension fails to impress Aletta.

- I am talking per day here, M. Rosenberg. Several hundred per day! I guess each is responsible for the brutal death of over a 100,000 men!

I let the number seep in. It makes me dizzy. Aletta notices my amazement.

- Yeah, they are beasts, M. Rosenberg. And it is hard to stop a woman who is built like a fucking truck. As you could see, bodybuilding has transformed these athletic beauties into ultra-muscular and unstoppable killing machines. Their ultra-sadistic appetites never cease to amaze. You will find out anyway, so I may as well tell you now, M. Rosenberg. They keep men in a huge facility to perfect their interrogation and torture skills. Thousands of men are imprisoned there in inhuman and degrading conditions. No food, little water, locked up with too many in these small cages. They rule the place like tyrants, having installed a reign of terror where two strict rules are enforced with unbridled cruelty. An erection is obligatory at all times in their presence. Touching genitals and having an orgasm are forbidden. Violating the rules means death by torture.

I remain silent and try to compose myself. This is crazy. All too crazy...

- Now, what about this oil?

--

When I arrive at William's apartment just before half past eight, my heart beats in my throat. I am that nervous. The proceedings of the day have obviously left their mark. All these gorgeous muscle women. Their arrogance. Their provocative attitude. Their dominance. And then Aletta! My God. When she released my caged penis I was so happy. She must have milked me more than ten times! She was insatiable. So talented and playful. So sexy. She degraded my previous sexual encounters to bad sex. I get excited just thinking about it, but then again I should not get too aroused. Aletta caged my penis again. As I hear the doorbell ringing, the front door immediately opens, but it is not William who lets me in. It is Steve, one of the colleagues from work.

- Steve is it, right?

- Indeed! How clever of you, M. Rosenberg, to remember my name. Come on in. William could not make it tonight: he is still at the office with some unfinished business.

[WittyKatarina]

Love it. Obviously my favorite was the super-powerful standing layout backflip. 15 yards?! No human can do that...no normal human, anyway. Hehe.

I liked Kass and Natalya too, hope to see more of them in action, with a very high body count.