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Soon, Jack's tender ass was a mass of angry, red welts from the top of his
skinny thighs to the small of his back. When she finally stopped and
let him up, his face was soaked with his tears.

"Pull your panties up, little girl, that's not a polite way to stand
in front of people," Lisa said in condescending tones, pointing to
Jack's cock, which much to his horror, was pointing back at Lisa. As
he hurriedly pulled up his panties, he was even more embarrassed to
realize Lisa's finger was bigger.

Jack stood there for what seemed like hours as the two girls
just giggled and stared at him, mocking everything about him.

"She's a little baby girl, isn't she?" Debbie laughed, poking him
from behind in his pained ass. "There was hardly any meat on that
ass when I started smacking it and I don't think there was much left
when I got through!"

"Look at those legs, look at those arms," Lisa said, wrapping her
giant hands around his pale, scrawny appendages. "He needs some
exercise."
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Lisa's eyes met Debbie's and they all popped open wide.

"The tricycle!!" they both giggled at once, and Lisa was off to
the cellar.

Jack's shoulders drooped. His stepdaughter thundered back up
the stairs with her old trike in hand. She plopped it in the middle of
the living room and motioned for Jack to sit on it. He tried, but his
ass was too tender and he shot back up straight, his face a mask of
pain. Lisa smiled and ran off to the bathroom to come back with a
thick bath towel, which she folded and put on the seat. Jack gingerly
settled himself down and lifted his bare feet to the hard rubber
pedals.

"Move it, little girl," Lisa ordered. "Show your big sisters how
well you ride."
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He rode, but not well. It had been at least 40 years since he sat
on a tricycle and even for a man of his diminutive size, the fit was
not a comfortable one. His knees splayed out to the sides and he
hunched over the handlebars trying his best to pump his skinny legs
to get the damn thing to move. When it did, it lurched forward in
starts and stops, all to the giggling delight of the giant tormentresses
who stood watching him.

"Keep going, Jacqueline!" Debbie goaded him. "C'mon, girl,
practice harder!"

Jack tried and finally managed to get something of a rhythm
going, rocking his legs up and down as hard as he could until he
found himself moving in a fairly smooth circle around the living
room, lapping the coffee table and both of the girls who presented
the largest obstacles in the room, save for a large entertainment
center against one far wall. As he rode, his ass throbbed in his
strawberry panties. He found himself making bigger circles as he
strained to keep the trike from running into anything. On one pass,
his outstretched knee brushed an end table and caused a crystal vase
on it to teeter dangerously before Lisa reached out to steady it.

"You better be careful, little girl," she warned him. "That's my
mother's favorite vase and if anything happens to it, that pain in
your ass is going to seem like nothing more than a stubbed toe ! "
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Carefully, Jack tried to wind his path into a tighter circle
around the coffee table and the two girls, but when he slowed down,
they kept egging him on to go faster. Again, he brushed the end table
and again the crystal vase came close to plummeting to the floor
before Lisa grabbed it, this time angrily. She steadied the vase and
stepped in front of Jack's tricycle, stopping him in his wobbly tracks.
She stood, hands on wide hips, her schoolgirl skirt riding high on
tree-trunk thighs. She bent over and grabbed the metal pipes under
the trike's seats and effortlessly lifted it, and its very frightened
rider, high in the air until his terrified eyes met her angry ones.
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"I'm not telling you again, Jacqueline, if you're going to ride
your bike in the house you have to be very, very careful," she
scolded. "Now, are you going to be careful or do I turn your butt over
to big sister Debbie again?"

"No, please, I'll be careful, I'll be careful," Jack whined,
watching with amazement as Lisa's massive biceps quivered in the
muscular effort of holding him and the bike up steady. "Please, big
sister Lisa, give me another chance."

Lisa smiled and slowly put him and the bike back down. Stepping
aside, she motioned with a sweep of her long, strong arm for
him to ride again. His legs chunked down on the pedals and the
bike again lurched forward unsteadily. His circles around the coffee
table and the girls again grew wider and he was sweating furiously
from the effort to keep the bike from straying. But on one pass, his
knee again banged the end table, this time knocking the vase off the
side. Debbie lunged and caught it in her long fingers just inches from
the hard-wood floor. Jack gasped. Lisa exploded.

"You little bad girl!!" she roared, reaching down with one hand
to pluck Jack from the trike like King Kong picking a native from the
ground for a quick snack. "You must be punished!!"
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Jack screamed his protest but Lisa merely plunked him face
down over her outstretched, sinewy forearms. Debbie's eyes lit up as
she rudely yanked down his pretty panties, revealing his pink ass
which was only a couple of shades less red than it was from the prior
spanking. She raised her hand. Jack closed his eyes.

"How many, Leese?" Debbie asked, anticipating the answer.

"Many as you want, Deb," Lisa growled. "Go nuts."

And Debbie did. The big hand crashed down onto Jack's insanely
sore ass, the pain exploding from his butt, down his legs, all
the way up his back into his brain. He opened his mouth to scream
his agony but found no sound coming out, only the tears streaming
from his eyes going in. Again and again, Debbie's huge hand rained
down on his rear end, quivering the bright-red flesh.
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"You..bad..little...girl..maybe..next..time...you'll...be...
more...careful...," Debbie hissed, slapping his agonized ass
with each word. "Now..do..it..again..and..do..it..RIGHT!"

On the last word, she put a little extra into it, the thick bicep of
the spanking hand boiling up in a bunch and uncoiling with deadly
power as she delivered the final whack. Jack's whole body went stiff
waiting for more spanks, but mercifully, she was through. His own
trembling hands bent behind him to gently touch the blistered meat
of his rump that he knew he would not be able to sit on for at least a
week. Finally, Lisa put him down and he struggled to pull his panties
up. He was horrified as he watched her then refold the towel and put
it on the tricycle seat.

"One last ride, Jacqueline," she said, bidding him to sit on the
bike. "It's getting late."

Jack looked at the wall clock through teary eyes. His wife
would be home in a few minutes. Not even the dominant Nancy
would tolerate this outright insanity in her home. He thought he'd be
safe then, he might even tell her all that had happened, and she'd set
her twisted daughter straight.

But that would be later. Now, he tried to ignore the throbbing
rawness of his ass as he settled his tender rump on the towel that
layered the rock-hard bike seat. His wobbly legs began to pump and
he picked up his course around the living room, feeling like a bear on
a unicycle at the circus, especially with the big girls watching and
laughing and urging him on. As tears streamed down his face, his
mind raced trying to figure out how to exact revenge. He was so
caught up in anger, he failed to realize how close he was coming to
that damn end table again until his knee smashed fully into one of its
legs and the crystal vase shattered in a million pieces at the front
wheel of the tricycle. His eyes shot open as he stared at it and slowly
moved his gaze up to the girls. Debbie giggled, a big hand over her
mouth. Lisa never looked so angry in her life. Or, oddly, so pleased,
Jack thought. Either way, it did not bode well for the little, beaten
man.
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With one hand around his scrawny neck, Lisa lifted Jack from
the trike and in a smooth move, tossed him over Debbie's beefy
shoulder, his head hanging down over her brawny back. He felt Lisa's
long fingers dig into the seat of his panties and not just pull them
down, but rip them right off his sore ass.

"You're in deep shit now, little girl," Debbie said over her
shoulder to Jack. "You thought I hit hard, your ass ain't seen nothing
yet."
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Jack thought he went blind when the first open-handed blow
landed, the pain flashing white hot before his eyes. His blistered ass
was a cauldron of agony as Lisa never let up, raising the hand of one
powerful arm and slamming it down onto the red mass of beaten
meat again and again. She didn't bother to do one cheek at a time, as
Debbie had done. Lisa's hand was so big, it covered his entire ass,
which didn't really take all that much. It almost made Jack laugh
when he realized the girl had palmed a gallon of milk with that same
hand. Almost. Then the pain came back and the hint of laughter was
replaced with an overload of anguish. Between slaps, Jack heard Lisa
grunt as she geared up for the next onslaught. Then blessedly, his
raw ass went numb as the pain overwhelmed him and he passed out.

When he awoke, he felt a cold shoe nudging his naked crotch,
the pointed, leather-encased toe jamming his tiny balls.

"C'mon, Jack, wake up, wake up," he heard a familiar voice say.

He opened his eyes and tried to focus through the tears that
had flowed from them even as he was passed out. He saw auburn
hair, a pretty face and a stern look. It was Nancy, his wife. His head
turned to the side and he saw two huge, chastened girls. She'd caught
them. He was safe.

She helped him to his feet and then stepped back and stared at
him as he stood there with his hands folded in front of his crotch. She
wasn't smiling.

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"The girls told me everything, Jack," Nancy said, walking
around him, arms folded across her chest, which was covered by a
no-nonsense  business blazer over a  light blue blouse she wore above
a knee-length dark blue  skirt. "The diary, the spanking, everything,
they told me.

"Now girls," she said, turning to them, "If I've told you once,
I've told you a million times, there's a time and place for this sort of
thing..."

"Told them once?" Jack heard his own squeaky voice say.
"Nancy, you know about this? You know what's in Lisa's diary? You
know what these bizarre bitches do? And you never told me, you
never stopped her?"

For the first time, Nancy smiled. "Jack, Lisa's a very strong-
minded, as well as strong-bodied young woman. Lisa will do what
Lisa wants to do. That's the way it is."

She turned back to them. "You were wrong for what you did to
Jack, girls, you do know that, don't you?"

The girls hung their heads and nodded. But with a slight smirk
on their pretty faces. Jack shifted from one leg to the other, trying to
take his mind off the incredible pain in his ass.

"I must punish you, Lisa," Nancy continued. "There will be no
staying after school to exercise with the boys for a month. If Debbie
wants to come here and work out, that's fine, but you'll do it here.
Understood?"

Lisa nodded again. Jack exploded.

"That's it, that's fucking it?!!" he raged. "They beat me half to
death and that's all you can do?"

Nancy spun around and shot him a stern glance. He gulped and
fell silent. His ass twitched.
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"As for you, Jack," she said, taking his glance with her as she
turned her head to glare at the remnants of the vase still on the floor
that glinted in the rays of the late afternoon sun knifing through the
living room window. "That was my favorite vase."

Nancy slowly peeled off her blazer and stood square, her
massive shoulders pushing against the silky fabric of her blouse. She
slid up one sleeve then the other, the sinewy, hard flesh of her
forearms dancing under her tanned skin as she walked toward Jack,
rubbing her hands together. Her very large hands. Jack's eyes
watered watching those them.

"What the girls did to you was wrong, Jack, and I'm punishing
Lisa for it," Nancy said. "But what you did to my vase...that's an
entirely different story."
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It grew dark as Nancy closed in on him. Jack shut his eyes and
concentrated very hard on the agony of his ravaged ass, hoping to
pass out as quickly as possible....

[Kujarer]

Kandor wrote a bunch of stories with Mr. Nobody's Chrissy, its one of those. Silent Scissors, Deadly Scissors

Posting this in response to the above...

Silent Scissors, Deadly Scissors
by Kand0r
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Tags: #explicit  #scissors  #snuff

Word Count: ±1400

Synopsis: Chrissy kills at Christmas. A quick, exceptionally brutal story of lethal legginess.
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Chrissy awoke Christmas morning, pussy tingling at the thought of the day. She slipped out of bed, looking at her naked form in the mirror, 5 foot 7, 200 pounds of solid girl muscle, 19 years old and possessed of a body honed hard and huge by a lifelong weightlifting obsession.

This was Florida, where Chrissy preferred to winter, preferring not to cover a body like hers in the bulk of surviving a winter up north. She pulled on a tight white t-shirt, sleeveless, the fabric hugging rocky shoulders, boulder-sized pecs comprising her massive, hard breasts, biceps swollen and peaked. She tugged on her killer shorts; cut-off jeans that hugged thighs thick as tree trunks and equally hard, quads tear dropped above rugged knees, planks of hamstrings in the back. Stuffing her feet into thick wool socks that came up to the jagged edges of fisted calves, she pulled over them a pair of tattered tan work boots. Over all, she threw on a long overcoat.

She got in her car, drove to the seedy side of town where her victim would be found. Parking far enough away, she walked in the pre-dawn darkness down an alley between two abandoned buildings where they slept.

She spotted feet sticking out from a pile of cardboard and papers. She shed her coat, folding it carefully and placing it atop the cleanest looking pile of debris she could find, and then silently, pulled his cover away to reveal the snoring figure of a pathetic skinny homeless man, toothless and gaunt. Smiling, she placed her booted feet on either side of his head, snuggling them in closer and closer until her socked ankles touched his ears, rousing him. He made a muffled gronking sound, half snore, half wonder as his eyes opened up to the sight of Chrissy straddling his face.

"What the fuck?" he mumbled, struggling to his elbows.

She didn't say a word, just closed his neck in her monstrous calves, the chiseled interiors clasping the waxy flesh in a tight grip. His hands shot to the sides of her calves in instant response.

"What the fuck, woman! What..?" He groaned.

Silently, she crushed. She liked it quiet, listening only to his moans and the sounds of his neck cracking as she snapped her legs twice hard on him, jerking his head like a puppet on a string.

"Gaaak!" he croaked, hands trembling as their boniness tried to encompass the sheer girth of Chrissy's 18-inch calves.

She stood, hands on hips, head tilted down to watch, cocked to the side in a curious glance. She bit her upper lip and ratcheted her calves down a notch, pussy quivering wetly against the tight fabric of her shorts as she felt his neck give more, his voice leaving him, his hands pulling more desperately at her calves.

Chrissy turned them inward now, pointing her feet out and letting the thick bunches of calf muscle chew at his neck. She humped his head a bit to the side until it turned just enough to lay his neck victim to the fierce bubble of her right calf, the massive mound of meat crushing his windpipe flat, the other calf pinching the back of his neck. She pulsed them slowly at first, once a second, then harder and more frequently until her calves quivered, crushing his neck in their relentless grip. She left her hands on her hips, tossing her head back now as her cum built in strength, a gathering storm of wetness in her cunt. Thrusting a hand into the tight waistband of her shorts, she fingered herself deeply, using her wrist to rub her thick clit, a river of girl cream coating her entire hand as she came.

Pulling it out of her pants, she held the hand up to catch the slanting rays of the sun as they filtered through the early morning city mist and lit her cum-soaked hand. Slowly, Chrissy brought the hand to her face, snaked out a tongue and licked up her own nectar, thighs clenched tightly around her pussy as she shuddered out a quick second orgasm.

The man gurgled in her calves. She looked down, almost surprised to see him there as she was so wrapped up in her orgasms. His face was purplish-gray, hands flopped to the ground at his sides, spittle running out of his toothless mouth as the giant calves pulsated on his throat and neck.

She let go and he flopped to the ground. Pulling him up by the hair, she sandwiched his face between her thighs, facing her, pulling on the back of his head until his moaning face was locked tight against her pussy. She crossed her feet and stood on them, pumping her 33-inch thighs into his skull.

"Pl-please..." he begged, eyes open in terror, mouth and nose mashed into her pussy, the legs of her shorts riding so high as to be almost a thong, the back of them taut between her gigantic, football-hard asshalves.

Chrissy smiled briefly before a stern look froze across her face, sweaty even in the early-morning chill. She closed her eyes and silently set her thighs in motion, undulating them in a river of cascading muscle, rolling thunder of quads pushing his face up and out, his neck pinched between cable-hard adductors and the rocky slabs of her hamstrings. She drew them in, quads rolling onto his face, obscuring it, the massive muscle forcing his eyes shut and fracturing his jawbones, his screams muffled to nothing in the clamp of her crotch. Out again she rolled them, his face popping free and then back in again, intensifying the pace until her mammoth thighs were a frenzied blur as they chewed his head, her rugged limbs taking on a life of their owns and demanding to be fed.

Chrissy humped his face as she killed him, pussy grinding hard on him, her powerful hands entwined behind his head, pulling him into her moist pussy as her thighs continued their feast. She bent over now, hunched and fierce, eyes closed, head back, biting her lower lip as the orgasmic storm gathered strength until she felt the familiar trickle of blood in her mouth from biting too hard, edging her on.

Her thighs swelled impossibly huge as they quivered on the dying man's face, roped up thick and solid, chewing him, eating him, quaking in a deadly meaty wave of woman thigh flesh. For five solid minutes she undulated against him, coming over and over as he hung limply from the clamp of leg.

She stopped slowly, winding down, finally opening her eyes and looking down into his near-dead ones as they rolled over white in their sockets.

She smiled, giggled like a school girl and then put on a pure squeeze of total power, her thighs obliterating his skull. She felt his jawbones shatter again, watched his nose break against her pussy and shower his gurgling face with his blood, felt her giant adductors roll relentlessly against the sides of his neck. His eyes bugged wide from the pressure of all his facial fluids being forced up, his sinuses erupting beneath his skin, eardrums rupturing from the sweaty seal of her meaty thighs. She let out a low, guttural moan ñ the only sound she'd made all the killing while ñ and shuddered out an orgasm when she felt his head nearly collapse between her legs. Torquing down one more time with her inner thighs, she felt her adductors grind his neck, the wet sounds of vertebrae popping and separating making her pussy wetten all the more.

She squeezed for a moment longer, looking down to his dead gray face before opening her massive thighs and having to peel it away from her legs. He fell to his back, a contorted heap of broken man, as Chrissy tore his shirt from his body to wipe down his blood from her thighs, swiping down over the fierce curves of her calves where it had run.

She slipped her overcoat back on and walked out of the alley, the sun washing over her as she did. Walking back to her car, she saw a young couple out for a morning stroll.

"Have a great Christmas!" the woman smiled as they walked by.

"I already did," Chrissy giggled, getting into her car and driving home.