Boss Bodyguard Lethal legs

[Karthikkr25]

The large boardroom was full. Every chair at the table filled. Harry sat at
the head of the table. To his left was Alex, next to him sat David, then Cal,
then Jane and finally Gavin. On his right sat Helene, followed by Paul, Andy,
Vince and James. All high-ranking members of Harry's crew, here to hear
Harry's plans for the future of the operation.

Over the course of the last hour, Harry had talked about how they'd made huge
profits, both legal and otherwise, by outmaneuvering all competitors. They had
moved into the building trade via their union ties, they'd taken over the
downtown drug trade, waste management was doing incredibly well for them and
they had expanded their gun running operation expedentially with their new
Russian friends. Of the ten people Harry had gathered, everyone was doing
well, they were all celebrating. It was then that James decided to speak up.
"This is all good for all of you," he began, "but my taxi business is being
fucked by these phone app bastards. When are you gonna lift a finger to help
me Harry?" Harry's looked up to see James at the far end of the table, clearly
irate. He merely smiled and turned to Helene, "Perhaps you could help James
with is problem?" He asked her politely. She smiled and nodded at the boss and
lent forward to look down the table at James and waved, still smiling. James
nodded back, Helene was something of a strategist when it came to pushing out
competition and he was happy to have her input. Harry called a break in the
meeting and had refreshments brought up. Whilst the group chatted away, he
called Helene over and had a quiet talk with her. James noticed this but
thought nothing of it. When Harry called the meeting back int session, Helen
stood at the opposite end of the table to Harry, as though she was about to
make some kind of presentation. Everyone else took their seats and Harry
motioned to Helene to begin.

Helene stood around 5'3, long dirty blonde hair with brilliant blue eyes and
very pale skin. She stood in her white sleeveless dress, very businesslike and
she looked across the faces of those in front of her. Everyone had turned
their chairs to face her and she smiled at each and every one of them,
congratulating them on their individual successes.

Everyone knows how lethal this lady. Her legs are very muscular and strong.  She built her legs to crush anyone if she wants. Their fate completely at her hand.  If she decided to finish no one can escape from her scissor.

Finally she came to James.
She stepped out from her place at the table and walked around to stand
directly in front of him. "And yes James, you've certainly had a few
problems," she started, "but nothing too bad. You've still turned a large
profit for both this organization and yourself." James smiled, proud of
himself and accepting the praise. He wasn't expecting the next part.
"Definitely well enough that you do not need to question the overall plan."
Helene's voice took on an icier tone as she stood right over him. Before he
could say anything or react, she sat on his lap, straddling him. She sunk her
weight down onto him and with one hand, tilted his head back, her eyes bore
seductively into his and as he gasped, she locked her mouth over his in a
deep, sensual kiss, her tongue probing his mouth, forcing his tongue down. At
first, he enjoyed it, but soon realised that he was struggling to breathe.
Helene also noticed and withdrew from the kiss. She smiled at him, although
her eyes seemed colder than before. She shifted her weight around on James'
lap as she drew herself closer to him, her legs spreading wider and causing
her dress to ride up her legs, revealing huge, thick thighs. She pulled her
crotch right against James' stomach, her legs draped on either side and licked
her lips, "So let me help you out here," Helene spoke with a voice dripping in
equal measures of honey and venom. She straightened her legs out in front of
her, behind James' chair and kicked off her shoes, her wide feet with red
painted nails flexed and pointed in the air behind him. James looked down in
awe as he noticed the size of Helene's thighs, easily 30" around, as the pale
white skin tightened over hard muscle. Her icy blue eyes continued to bore
into his as, little by little, her legs came together.

She heard him gasp and she stopped the movement. She knew she was at a point
where he was in pain, but no real danger. At this point she bent her knees so
that her lower legs came together and her ankles crossed. Now came the danger.
She began to straighten her legs again, only this time, James was trapped
between them. He groaned as the pressure began to increase around his ribs,
the sound seemed inordinately loud as the rest of the boardroom had fallen
silent. Slowly but unstoppably Helene continued to bring her thighs together,
watching James' eyes bulge in fear. Suddenly she felt the back of her knees
touch the back of his chair and smiled. With a lick of her lips, she took a
deep breath in, she pulled her toes back and started to exhale slowly, now
ramping up the force, her pale, cream coloured legs dancing as the power of
the muscle underneath her skin became terrifyingly obvious. The metal of the
chair creaked and groaned as James' hands flew to the inside of her crushing
thighs, screaming into the silent room. He could do nothing to stop them
closing in on him, the marble pillars inching together as Helene fully
exhaled. The metal chair warped and folded behind him, the forward pressure
along with the lateral pressure caused it to form an incomplete cylinder
behind James' back. At the end of her exhale, Helene relieved the pressure and
smiled at James and playfully bit her lower lip. She put her head on his
shoulder and looked down at the chair's damaged back, a plan formed in her
mind.

Keeping her seated position, she unhooked her ankles and brought the soles of
her feet to either side of the damaged chair, her legs almost in a lotus
position. She put her arms around James' neck, as a lover would, crossing them
behind his head at the wrists and interlacing her fingers. She then leaned
back and pressed her feet towards each other. Incrementally, her feet powered
towards each other, the back of the chair creaking under the immense pressure
as it was slowly folded into a pillar behind James' back. The metal groaned
under the stress Helene put it against as she drove her soles together. She
let out a slow breath as the two sides came together, making a scraping noise
as they slid over each other to close the column. Helene smiled and readjusted
herself on James' lap, pulling herself closer to him. "So James, what do you
think of this plan now?" She asked coolly. James swallowed hard and looked
over Helene to Harry. "Oh James," Helene started, "Harry's got other matters
to worry about, that's why I'm here to help you." Her legs crossed behind the
buckled back of the chair, her calves flared as they made contact with it, the
thighs closing once more around James' chest and she took a deep inhalation
and slowly blew out of her pursed lips as her legs constricted inwards. Her
calves came back towards her, forcing the metal of the chairs former back into
her victim's spine whilst also pulling her into his stomach. Her massive
thighs moved ever closer together, her adductors finding the space between his
ribs and forcing them to separate as her legs steadily closed. As she finished
exhaling, she stopped increasing the pressure and just held the current
tension, effortlessly. James was squirming, the pain excrutiating as she held
him firmly. Helene observed him with a degree of curiosity. "Yes," she purred,
"almost there. Almost time for you to break." She knew she didn't need to do
any more, just holding him there would eventually cause his body to give in
and, when that happened, his mind would follow. She kissed him lightly on his
forehead, deciding what her next move would be, she looked around at the
shocked faces of some of the others in the room. Aside from Harry, maybe only
Alex had seen this side of Helene, the violent enforcer, the real muscle
behind what they did. She smiled again at them as James gritted his teeth
against the pain. Then she closed her eyes, almost as if relaxing and then she
ramped up the pressure to obscene levels. Her breathing became short and fast,
almost like she was becoming orgasmic as her legs tightened. There was
suddenly a loud popping sound as her adductors forced their way between James'
ribs, separating some whilst pushing other together. Other ribs started to
crack, they sounded like kindling on a fire. As this was happening her calves
drove back towards her, bending the back of the chair, folding the groaning
metal in half and forcing it into the poor man's spine and causing him to arch
backwards, further exposing his ribs to damage. Another sound was rising in
the room, a deep animalistic growl was emanating from Helene herself, growing
in intensity. "Beg!" she roared at her victim. "BEG!" But James could barely
breathe at this point, his body being contorted against its will.

James begged Helene not to kill him.  Helene laughed looking at others. "Sorry James,  you are not going to live in this earth anymore. I have decided to end your life.  Look at my legs,  it need someone to crush completely"

Helene
leaned back, her palms flat on James' knees and she elevated her hips, the
pressure jacked up further as her growl became a roar. The back of the chair
was approaching a 90 degree angle, James' spine arched over it as Helene's
terrible strength pulled it inward. Bent in half, James' eyes filled with
tears as his spine popped over what had once been the back of the chair.
Helene now leaned forwards, curling herself over the top of James' overmatched
body. As she balled herself up, she increased the pressure on his spine even
further. "If you will not beg," she growled, "then you will BREAK!" Her final
roar came as she stared down into his crying eyes. Her legs hauled back even
more as she brought her upper body downwards, the force causing the back of
the chair to completely fold in half and with it, James' spine. His vertebrae
snapped and popped. Helene drove her legs together, his ribs splintered as she
became uncontrollable. Her rage mixed with her lust and an orgasm ripped
through her body. Roaring and snarling like an animal, she felt James' body
completely give way to her incredible strength. Blood poured from his open
mouth as his internal organs ruptured, his screams replaced with a horrific
gargling sound as his throat filled with blood and vomit. Her 30" thighs now
swam towards each other, James' body completely unresisting. And as her orgasm
hit its violent crescendo, there was no more James, his body had been pulped
around what had formally been the back of the chair. The mixture of blood and
vomit oozed from his mouth as Helene slowly released the pressure and came
back to her senses. She uncoiled from the corpse and took note of the silent
shocked faces. With a smile she looked at Harry, "Is there anyone else having
issues? If yes,  come and sit in another chair.  My legs can give you an awesome treatment"

[Karthikkr25]

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[Prophaniti]

I remember reading these on DtV a couple months ago, they were great! Good stuff!

[Karthikkr25]

Yes the full credits goes to author Kata. Unfortunately there is no email or unable to find this great author

[G$$n]

This was an utter masterpiece! These where on Dtv? Did the author make any others by chance?

[Prophaniti]

Yea, go to Misc 41 and search for "Kata"

[Karthikkr25]

Ya it is there in Misc 41 but only few. After that the author doesn't make any story and i am not able to find him. But I want continue this Helene character.

[G$$n]

Thanks and go ahead bro. Nothing wrong with continuing someone else creation.

[Karthikkr25]

Ok do you have any suggestion? Shall we make her badass or not so violent?

[G$$n]

I would say most definitely badass. Seems like it would fit her character. After all she did make those thighs to crush 😂