+Notable Author: [hero141] DENISE Series~collected

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Stories in this collection:

The Trans-Mongolian Express

The Old Man and Denise

Denise on a Cruise



The Trans-Mongolian Express
by hero
(hero141@hotmail.com)

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It was a boring trip. The vast and unaltered horizon passed by. Huge granite formations, rugged limestone escarpements, once in while an oasis... Very few exciting events occured during the three day trip through the Mongolian prairie. A desolate part of mother earth that is only disturbed now and then by the trans-Mongolian express passing through from Ulaanbaatar to Moscow... And Harry was on it, sitting alone in a compartment, trying to kill time by reading the police files of a couple of ex-cons that disappeared last month. Didn't report to their parole officer... Just vanished. They seem to be part of a major crime organization specialized in drug traffic from the East to the West. His new case.

Staring down the infinite prairie, his thoughts wandered to more acute problems. His colleague, inspector Jack Bailey, disappeared yesterday in Ulaanbaatar. He just didn't show up in the hotel. No mail, no call, nothing... He had been working for ten years with him now. A swell guy. A true familyman. Their history went back through numerous police cases, and also included their common interest in professional basketball, both advocating the Moscow Giants.

His musings were interrupted when the door of his compartment opened and a superior specimen of the female sex entered, a ravishing beauty, a gorgeous brunette of the type you only encounter once or twice in a lifetime - if you're lucky... Blatantly self-confident, with an almost arrogant self-indulgence, her sensual lips turned into a smile. Most men would commit a murder for such woman to only look into their direction, let alone notice them and smile... And then he saw her dress and body! This woman's physique was the stupefying combination of lush showgirl curves and rock-hard, vascular muscles contained within the tight confines of a skintight, black pvc catsuit, so deeply cut that her armor-plated abs were completely visible. The catsuit stretched around her muscular body almost to the breaking point, leaving the ultra-developed trapezoids, broad shoulders and thick arms uncovered. Harry thought he was dreaming and swallowed. His gaze fixed on the smooth and hardened contours of her abdomen and the perfectly elliptical shape of her hips. In the corner of his sight he noticed how the steel of her nine inch stiletto heels flickered and reflected the sunshine as the train rushed through the sun-drenched desert.

- Hi sir. Is this compartment number 45?

Harry saw how her awesome arms bulged as she innocently moved her fingers through her long black hair. Her biceps simply exploded! Unconsciously his mouth dropped open, his eyes inadvertently focused on the mighty cleavage of the breathtaking female before him... You could see her steel hard nipples push obscenely against the absurdly stretched pvc, which had the unfair task of trying to restrain her spectacular 42DD. Harry's heart was racing. He was intimidated, both by her blatant sensuality and by the superior animalistic power she oozed.

- Ehm... That's right... Seats 45-1 and 45-2.

- All right. Then I'm ok. By the way, I'm Denise. They're big, arent't they?

Harry jumped and blushed. He hoped she did not see how his cock throbbed noticeably between his legs. He smelled her husky perfume, enthralling him.

- Oh, I'm sorry... It's just that...

- ... that they're big, firm and sexy... I know.

His eyes eagerly explored every inch of her pvc-clad dreambody, and then finished their exploration by staring at the naked flesh of her barely covered breasts glimmering with the slight sheen of sweat. As she lifted her baggage onto the rack, he saw her back muscles spring to life, flexing traps and shoulders, amazingly striated delts. It was obvious that the muscular beauty deliberately lifted her heavy luggage very slowly - almost in slow motion - in an intimidating show-off of her ultra-athletic and pumped-up physique. Harry immediately notices the tiny thong gracefully pushing through the shiny pvc, highlighting the sexy curves of her glorious glutes.

- I'm... I'm Harry.

- Nice to meet you, Harry. What brings you around this part of the world? A lost love I hope?

A tiny smirk crossed her lips. Her dark eyes seemed to size him up. Like an animal that sizes up its prey. The man sitting in front of her moved awkwardly on his seat, desperately trying to hide his still throbbing erection in his trousers.

- Oh no. I'm here on business. I'm a police officer.

- Gosh, the strong arm of the law... I love strong arms...

As to virtually compare his power against her amazing female musculature, the gorgeous amazon flexed one of her mighty biceps, meandering veins pumping hot blood through the huge muscle causing it to peak at an incredible 22 inches!

- You're amazed?

Harry fel silent, absolutely stunned by her display of female power and beauty. He felt so weak in front of so much muscularity and provocative sensuality. So tiny, so insignificant. The submissive male in front of the absolutely superior female...

- Oh my God... Denise... I... I... I'm breathless. I've never met a woman like you...

- That's what most men say. And they're right. There aren't that many women around that work out four hours a day, seven days a week... It's only one of my addictions...

The sheer size and hardness of her muscle bulk was awesome. Combined with the feminine and ultra-sexy voluptuous curves of her gorgeously fit physique Denise's beauty was simply out of this world. Harry was speechless, having a hard time focusing on anything else than her sultry body and inviting cleavage...

- Yes, I could tell you work out a lot. Jeez, you make Schwarzenegger look ridiculous. And that's meant as a compliment, I assure you...

- Thanks Harry... Work out a lot? I'm a fuckin' beast in the gym! And not only in the gym...

Her smile sent shivers down his spine. As Denise made herself comfortable in her seat, Harry could not help noticing her tight, rippling abs, her beautifully pierced belly-button and the pvc totally stretched out over her huge, obviously firm bust. He knew this woman was 'extraordinaire' in every aspect... She certainly could get any guy she wanted. Just imagine what this ultra-developed body was capable of in bed... Harry was getting more and more aroused.

- May I ask you what you do for a living, Denise?

- Oh sure. I'm an actress. I exhibit this marvellously chiseled body in every way. Mostly underground movies. Basically porn, but with an ultra-violent side to it. For people who like sex and violence, you know. You see, my muscular physique breathes power, and these filmmakers love to have me in their cast. Wanna watch a movie?

- ... Ehm... Sure...

- I just shot one in Ulaanbaatar. An interrogation type of movie. Mostly torture scenes. I warn ya. It's not for the faint of heart... It's quite gory, but it's fiction you know...

Denise got up and placed her portable on the small table in the compartment. She arrogantly pumped up her biceps, watching them swell and strain, they were hard and gleaming. Huge mountains of massive, bulging power. Incredibly developed... Denise smiled as the first images rolled off the screen...

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A small chamber, a small table with all kind of strange instruments and a naked man chained to the cold, steel wall. He wore a mask and was heard sobbing, crying silently... The camera moved to the door as it opened and a scantily clad female beauty entered the room. No doubt who that was. Dressed in a white transparant swimsuit highlighting every curve and muscle of her body, Denise did not waste any time. The gorgeous muscle chick stepped to the man in the chains and grabbed his cock.

- Inferior fuck! You know why you're here, asshole?

- ... Hmmmmff... Nn.. No...

- No? You don't? I would suggest you make every effort to do exactly what I expect you to do. Because if you don't, I'll have to punish you. Do you understand?

You could see the veins on her arms as she flexed the obviously pumped-up brawn, rippling with power, lined with devastating definition. Despite the awkward situation he was in, his cock reacted independently to her superior touch. Denise expertly squeezed his penis and massaged the blood-engorged head with her thumb. You could see in close-up how she traced her razor sharp fingernails over his hard-on.

- Do you understand?

- ... Yes. Oh yes... Oh my God... Please, don't hurt me. Please... I beg you... God, please...

- God has nothing to do with this! I'm playing God around here. I decide what you think, feel, do, and whether you live or die. Got that?

The superior bodybuilder continued massaging his cock. The man was in mortal agony, sensing the seriousness of the situation. He fought to gain control of himself but did not quite succeed. The sexy female predator's touch was overwhelming... He managed to nod.

- OK. Some men think they will leave this room alive without telling anything. They try to act heroic. But I'm a pro. You see this body?

And to show she meant business the beautiful behemoth moved the other hand over the magnificent, muscular curves of her physique, highlighting every muscle. And she was big. Incredibly big. Through the holes in the mask the begging man saw her carved superiority. An unreal body... He had never seen muscular development like this on a man, let alone on a woman!

- My body's not only a joy to look at. It is as strong as it looks. And stronger. It is so easy to fuck up a man. To demolish him both physically and mentally. It's my job. And I'm good at it... Unimaginably good...

Denise was still moving her hand up and down his shaft. Slowly jacking him off. You could see by the movement of his body that he was enjoying her experienced amazonian touch. He inadvertedly pushed his pelvis forward, thrusting his cock harder in the powerful grip of the gorgeous bodybuilder. She smirked. Her gorgeous face could not hide the disdain she felt for his meagre five-inch boner... Still, she continued to jerk him off.

- We found you going through documents in the office? What were you looking for?

- I was looking for some documents...

The huge amazon smiled...

- Documents eh? What kind of documents? Don't fool with me or I'll rip off your balls and force you to eat them!

- Documents on the organizational structure and its correspondence.

- Now you're talking... That's good. Found out who's in charge? Found out who's taking the decisions on big business? Watch the arm I'm jacking you off with.

You could see by the look in his eyes that he was terrified, petrified. He stared into her beautiful eyes, twinkling with sheer sadism, showing she enjoyed every second of his agony.

- Look at my arm I tell ya! Asshole! It's big enough to notice, don't you think?

He felt the pressure around his cock increasing, squeezing as she flexed her awesome arm muscles. He gasped. Although it was far from the right time for anatomic contemplation, he could not help thinking her arm muscles were textbook examples of perfectly proportioned human anatomy, in this case proportioned big and vascular beyond telling. You could see the striated tendons of her deltoids and pecs going over into a broad shoulder and an arm that was more like a huge pillar of power: extremely defined peaking biceps, huge mounds of destructive power! Her arm simply dwarfed his thighs, incomparable to her perfect majestic female physique. He moaned at her expert touch, his body tightening, his breathing becoming labored.

- This arm alone can beat you to pulp. You know that? It can rip you apart without even trying hard... And now I'm jerking you off with it. You like that, don't ya? You must be terribly excited. I sense the throbbing hardness of your cock. You ache for release, don't ya?

The man nodded, trembling in anticipation of what the sadistic beauty would inflict on him. She teased him, gently squeezing his erect shaft.

- Would you allow anyone to interfere with your business, if you had a woman like me at your command? A gorgeous muscle goddess who makes killing look like an art, who turns torture into poetry, whose sadism is only surpassed by her sexual appetite? You'd hire me, I'm sure... Problem for you is that someone paid an awful lot of money to fuck you up. This person wants me to go all the way if you fail to cooperate. You don't really have a choice now, do you?

- Oh... Please... I'm not a traitor... I can't tell you... Please, I can't...

A sadistic grin crossed her lips as she stepped back, released his cock and took a baseball bat. A steel one, blood from her previous victims still encrusted on the shiny metal...

- I'll give you a little preview of things to come and then I'll ask you the question again... I'm sure you'll find this a foolish decision... You'll notice that this instrument I'm holding is much more dependable than this inferior piece of meat you probably call cock. Hahaha! You fuck with that tiny thing? Watch this and enjoy!

The voluptuous female sensually licked the cold steel of the baseball bat before she brutally hit his lower legs with devastating force. You could see how the steel bat simply crushed his shin bones, his legs giving in to the enormous impact, his feet dangling limb in an awkward angle... She roared with laughter as he wailed in pain. No doubt the bones, muscles and tendons in his lower legs were demolished. She had hit him with so much force that she knocked a huge dent in the steel wall behind him. Excruciating pain was all he was capable to experience. Denise held back for a second to amusedly watch how he collapsed, how he received her brutal attack. She rejoiced in his frantic screaming, begging her to stop. His lower legs had been destroyed completely, bones pulverized, muscles smashed, blood soaking from his knees on... A horrible sight...

- OK, dickhead. Let me rephrase the question.

Denise cooed as she reached down and firmly grabbed his flaccid cock and started stroking it again, hushing... Soon his member was as hard as before, despite the pain...

- Did the muscle babe hurt you, baby? Poor boy, come here.

She lifted the bag on his head a little bit and engulfed his mouth in hers and kissed him dominantly, her tongue exploring the depths of his mouth... He was nothing more than a vulnerable toy in her lethal hands, her body bulging with glistening power.

- I'll do you so slowly, you'll be able to experience each and every torture as a joyful step towards your final liberation, death... Hahaha!

- -

Denise stopped the movie 'in medias res' and watched Harry's reaction intently. She could see he was terribly excited. She grinned. Harry tried desperately to contain himself, his erection stirring powerfully between his legs.

- I see you like it... I didn't realize you were into that kind of fantasy stuff, Harry...

The ultra-sexy bodybuilder beckoned to his crotch and smiled.

- ... Mm... I... I'm sorry... I'm not... Really... I'm so sorry... You're so hot, Denise.

- Well, yeah. That's the idea behind these movies. Men are nothing but a toy in my expert, yet lethal hands. You can continue to watch if you want... Problem is that the movie takes another three hours... It ends with his head being smashed to pulp against my tits. There are worse ways to go, don't you think?

He looks at her monumental chest, her ballooning boobs gleaming erotically, screaming to be worshipped...

- ... Yes... I guess...

- Yeah, I'm not that bad. It's gonna be out next year. Still a couple of scenes need to be shot. I'll send you a copy when it's ready...

- The special effects man and make-up artists must have had lots of work...

- Yeah, sure. Loads of work... Hehe.

With this she got up again, put away her portable and suddenly placed her hand on his crotch, feeling his raging hard-on. With a voice between threat and flirtation:

- Hey Harry, what's the matter here? We're excited, aren't we? Pull off your trousers. I'll jack you off.

Harry sat there, dumbfoundedly, remaining numb. Could she be serious?

- I'm sure you'd love me to jerk you off. Your cock's been hard since the moment I entered the compartment. Didn't you think I didn't notice?

He watched her reach out and firmly grab his pulsating penis.

- Don't worry, baby. I'm addicted to hard-ons... You'll love this...

Harry stared at her arm and saw her pumped-up muscles flex and explode. His view of her spectacular cleavage was excellent: Denise's firm round globes almost burst out of the ultra-sexy pvc-outfit. It did not take long before he shot a considerable load of thick cum on the window.

- Oops... You're a bad boy, Harry...

- Oh my God, Denise. You're so sexy... You are my walking wet dream... So alluring, so intimidatingly beautiful, so muscular...

Denise smiled her predatory smile. She was used to how men reacted to her physique, certainly if her outfit involved latex, leather or pvc - only covering a small portion of her alluring flesh - and high heeled boots. He sighed and swallowed. In his excitement Harry touched her awesome arms, feeling the dense and ridged muscle mass. This woman surely had not wasted any time in the gym: heavy weights, hours of extremely hard labor... The only time to let her physique relax was when strutting around and showing off her sexy body just to intimidate the other weightlifters, dwarfing them, nullifying them...

- It's nice to see you're into muscle. Now, strip naked. I want you hard again, Harry. Now!

This was the part of the routine she enjoyed very much. The moment that men gave in to her, the moment they obeyed her commands immediately, without caring what happened next. Only interested in her touch, her body, her muscles, her pumped up steel hard glory, irrespective of its social consequences... She read Harry's doubts in his eyes, he did not know how to react to so much overt sexuality, to this extravagant command for sex. He felt intimidated by her obvious thick and shapely musculature combined with her unreal womanly curves. To draw him over the line, she beared her upper body, unzipping the pvc dress: her massive, voluptuous, firm breasts sprang free! The sight of Denise's fully exposed ample 42DD made his limp and useless penis stiff in no time. Harry's mind was all lust... He quickly undressed and sat naked before the stupefyingly beautiful muscle goddess, who covered up her massive breasts again...

- I knew my babies'd get you hard again. As you'd probably guessed by now, I like my men submissive. Submissive and hard. All right, masturbate for me.

He watched her in amazement. She reached over the small table, grabbed a handful of Harry's hair and forced his face against her pvc-clad breast.

- I'm sure you have something like these in mind when you masturbate, haven't you? Jacking off can't be that difficult when your hardbodied dreamwoman is sitting before you? Just grab your fuckin' cock and start moving your hand up and down!

Harry marvelled at the commanding tone in her voice. Sitting naked and masturbating in a train in front of a complete stranger was complete lunacy for a man in his function. Still, this woman was more than he could ever have imagined. A Muscle Goddess forcing him to masturbate sent unbridled ecstacy throughout the deepest vaults of his mind, thrilling his very soul. Within seconds Harry's second load of semen dripped from the window.

- That's a good boy, Harry. I want you to sit on my lap and massage my tits.

She raised her huge arms above her head, thrusting her proud bust forward teasing the pvc, stretching it to bursting point... The sight of the alluring flesh within the confines of the shiny pvc got Harry to boiling point in no time: Denise amusedly watched how his penis stirred into a throbbing erection again.

- Ready to cum again? Hahaha!

He sat on her lap, his cock touching her rock-hard abs, his hands wandering over her breasts, leaving her nipples hard as steel. Denise's nails wandered over his back sending shivers down his spine. It was an absurd sight: a naked man sitting on the lap of a pvc-clad sex bomb, muscular beyond imagination, dwarfing his athletic body, making any comparison with her muscular splendor absolutely ludicrous... And then suddenly...

- Good afternoon madam, sir. Tickets pl... What? What's happening here?

The conductor's mouth dropped open when he saw the naked man in the compartment his face buried deeply in the impressive cleavage of a ravishing beauty. Harry startled, got up, trying in vain to hide his throbbing hard-on from the conductor's appalled look. In all his years of service he had never encountered a situation like that. He hesitated for a moment, but then called the two police officers who were always travelling on the train to deal with any irregular situation. Denise put up her most innocent face as these two entered the compartment, smelling of beer and corruption...

- Officers, I'm so glad you're here. I want to press charges. This man here, he has been masturbating in front of me, but I didn't dare to run away. He said he would kill me if I did. I was horrified... He told me he was police officer and would have me arrested if I did anything.

- Th... That's not true! ... She's lying! ... Come on, Denise. ... You can't be serious!

The semen was still dripping from the window, obvious evidence of the woman telling the truth. Harry continued to protest but there was too much in favor of Denise's story to listen to his pleas. The gorgeous muscle goddess grinned in grim satisfaction as they carried him away, half-naked and handcuffed.

- Madam, you'll have to join us to the police station the next stop - in Irkutsk. We need an official statement.

Denise showed them a bit of cleavage and continued to play her role of the woman in peril brilliantly.

- I would be glad to follow you.

How easy it was to lure insignificant males into the Devil's pit...

(to be continued...)

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Wow, what a promising begining of a long story! I finaly found time to read it and must say it´s pretty good. I hope that the guy she snuffed in the movie was his missing friend... But what about the setting? Did you spend your holiday in Mongolia? :-)

Resend it in a separete topic unless just a few people read it.

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Here's the second part of the story... Enjoy! 

In Irkutsk the party got off the train and was taken to the local police
office. Before the office a red Ferrari was stationed, the driver still in his
seat, attentively watching the party going inside. When they entered the
station a couple of police officers were sitting behind the counter who
watched in bewilderment the two officers holding Harry, followed by a gorgeous
female beauty, her all-revealing clothes fitting her ultra-muscular body like
a glove. Huge yet perfectly proportioned muscles bulged from her feminine
frame, highlighting every sexy curve of her goddess-like physique... The two
officers behind the desk stared in amazement at the big muscle girl keeping
the mid-ground between a freaky bodybuilder and a busty porn star.

- ... Ehm... What... What can we do for you, lieutenant?

- Well, we have here a clear case of sexual harrassment. This man, who claims
to be a police officer, was found naked in the train compartment sitting on
the lap of this lady. She claims he had the intention to rape her. We want to
officially record their testimonies.

One of the officers behind the desk, a goodlooking young man, watched Denise
intently. His eyes scanned her for clues, trying to read her mind,
interpreting her composure. To him the situation was quite paradoxical: a
woman with a body like that, dressed to kill, behaving like a shy, submissive
and offended creature... Something strange was going on. Yet, he could not
keep himself from staring at her spectacular chest, her two impressive
gravity-defying tits jiggling within the ultra-tight confines of her latex
top...

- ... All right... Leave it to us... What's his name? Harry Conway?

Suddenly the captain's door opened and Denise was called into his office. The
captain was a man in his forties with a formal composure, well-groomed. He
could not believe his eyes as the stunning brunette strutted into his office,
her muscular curves exploding with sexual power only highlighted by the sexy,
black pvc catsuit. The ultra-muscular pin-up provocatively swayed her lush
hips and showed off her well-developed curves - alluring, dangerously sexy...
He smelled her husky perfume and was immediately enthralled by her
overwhelmingly sensual presence. This woman simply drove him nuts. Denise
immediately noticed the man's excitement, his trouble in keeping his detached,
macho composure. She knew perfectly well the effects her body and dress-code
had on men. And the gorgeous muscle goddess did not hesitate to show off every
inch of her glorious physique to impudently arouse her mesmerized male
audience. She simply loved to arouse and embarass men in public spaces,
causing them to have throbbing erection in their trousers, or even have the
semen drippping out of their pants... Beaches and swimming pools were her
favorite spots, where her passing literally left snail trails of semen
dripping from almost every male shorts...

The captain politely offered her a chair, trying in vain to cover the hard-on
bulging in his pants, stumbled awkwardly behind his desk and safely flopped
into his chair. She sensually licked her luscious lips and sat down making
sure he had a perfect view into her alluring cleavage.

- Well miss, it may seem strange to start our interview with, certainly from
the part of an officer of the law, but you are one of the most beautiful women
I ever saw in my life.

- Well, thanks captain. I feel flattered. But that's exactly the problem: so
few men can leave me alone. Some get really excited, aroused. They want to
touch my body. Or they want me to touch theirs. The trouble is...

Denise pauzed for a moment - a dramatic silence - intently watching the
captain as his eyes had all the trouble not staying fixed on her perfect
breasts. He felt his hard-on aching for release. This woman simply was his
walking wet dream. He had always been attracted to muscular women: they oozed
power, sex, dominance... But this beauty sitting in front of him was just a
textbook example of the muscular dominatrix... Her bronzed, muscle-packed body
dwarfed any man into insignificance, the powerful amazon ready to lure
insignificant males into her lair.

- ... I like to dress up in leather or latex. It looks mean and dangerous on
me, don't you think? It matches up the intimidating image of my powerful
muscles... Most men leave me alone then, except for these submissive types...

The captain nodded, as if in a dream.

- ... Excuse for me saying so captain, but they cum in their pants without me
touching them. Don't get me wrong: I don't mind a huge, rock-hard cock on a
man, but what I do with it is something belonging to the private sphere.
That's something between me and my lovers.

A telling smirk crossed her sensual lips and she wickedly lowered her dark
brown eyes. Denise deliberately moved her long-nailed fingers through her
hair, causing her arm muscles to balloon to mythic proportions. They took on a
heightened definition and veins popped into exaggerated prominence as she
flexed and pumped the exceptional mounds of sheer female muscle. The captain
had never seen anything even close to the size of her ultra-defined
musculature. Instantly he came in his pants, a hot torrent of cum the sign of
an obviously violent orgasm...

- ... I understand. I would not argue with you on that matter.

Or on any other matter, he thought...

- I know, captain. I know you wouldn't. I'm glad we understand each other.

She stood up and stretched her alluring body in front of the drooling man.
Denise ran her long-nailed fingers along the silky smooth skin of her face,
her throat, her neck. The captain could see how her huge breasts were pushing
against her suit threatening to rip it to shreds as her inch long, steel hard
nipples pushed obscenely against the shiny black pvc.

- You're a nice guy who's obviously into muscle women. I can see that. I'll do
you a favor if you do me one... What do you say?

The captain blushed. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Denise smirked.
She knew she could manipulate this man to a stage he could not even imagine.
Men craved for her curvy ultra-athletic body.

- I know you drool over my body. Wanna touch me? Wanna feel the power of these
sexy muscles? If you give me what I want, I'll fuck you like you've never been
fucked before. What do you like, captain? And don't be shy. I'm used to quite
a lot of fantasy scenarios.

- ... Oh my God, Denise. This is crazy. ... This is so wrong...

The sexy bodybuilder erotically went over to his chair.

- What's wrong, captain? Tell me...

The luscious bodybuilder put her hand on his crotch and grinned in mock
satisfaction. He was mesmerized.

- Oops, captain. What's that? You're quickly excited, aren't you?

To say he was excited would be an understatement. He was totally overwhelmed
by her presence. In his eyes, she personified what he secretly fantasized
about: a voluptuous, super-muscular beauty, clad in black tight-skin latex
with nympho urges, remorseless, sadistic as hell. He could not know how close
he was to his ultimate fantasy.

- What's wrong, captain Mentsjov? You know, this body of mine is capable of a
lot more than exciting submissive men. These muscles are not only a joy to
look at. They're powerful. Unimaginably powerful. I could rip you in half, or
squeeze the last drop of life out of you if I only wanted to. What's wrong
with allowing you a choice you actually don't have? What's wrong with granting
you a moment of heavenly bliss and godlike pleasure before returning to your
pathetic, miserable life in your fucking police station?

The muscular goddess sat on his lap, a mocking smile on her gorgeous face. She
totally controlled him. She sexily wiggled her tight ass in his crotch. He
immediately was hard again.

- Tell me, Mentjov. You want me to jack you off? Wanna cum on my tits?

She put her arms around his neck and violently forced her huge tits against
his face. He felt her hard, vascular biceps pushing against his neck while he
rejoiced in the softness of her magnificent tits pushing against his face. The
paradox of a pumped-up, rock-hard female muscle and the soft alluring flesh of
a pair of huge breasts aroused him noticeably. She moved her soft, oiled up
skin up and down his face. A vicious smile crossed her gorgeous face.

- Do I scare you, Mentsjov? Because you should be scared shitless if you only
knew what I was capable of... All right. Back to business. What I ask from you
is this: I want my assailant transferred to the Gulag immediately, without
trial. He must be tortured to death there. I have written out a complete
scenario and I want the movie of that torture sent to me. I know you can fix
that. I'll mail it to you. I'll tell you: it's not for the faint of heart...

She got off his lap, opened his trousers and encircled her fingers around his
raging erection. Denise began to slowly stroke him.

- How's that for a starter? Convinced?

Swallowing hard he told her it was convincing enough. His heart was racing
like a maniac.

- What do you like, Mentjov? Tell me...

She ran her hot tongue over his engorged cockhead and took the shaft in her
hand. He flinched at the touch. Her licking became intenser, before she
suddenly got down on him with a sensuous ferocity, sucking his hard-on like a
skilled professional. A couple of seconds later, Denise stopped sucking but
continued to manipulate his cock and balls with her expert hands...

- Another thing, Mentjov. I want yet another thing...

- ... Mmmm... Anything, Denise... Anything you want, but don't stop... Ooooh,
that feels good...

Her grip strained around his erection. The pumping rhythm increased. The
captain moaned in ecstacy.

- Before that man is sent to the Gulag I want ten minutes with him. In the
basement. That good-looking officer sitting behind the counter can join us to
see to it that nothing irregular happens. And not a word about our intimate
encounter, nor about anything that happens within the confines of this police
office. You'll know soon enough what I mean...

- Ooh, Denise... You got a deal. ... Oh my God... This feels sooo good...

And with this agreement Denise increased the pumping rhythm and in no time she
milked every drop of hot cum out of him. She made him shoot his semen all over
the paperwork on his desk.

- Oops Cap. Messed up the paperwork... Make the call, Mentjov. Now. And stay
in your office until I come back, no matter what happens. Got that? No matter
what happens. I'll give you a full treatment when I come back. Time for you to
start getting excited! Hehehe...

Denise got up, readjusted her ultra-sexy clothes, threw him a kiss and left
the room and the astonished captain with his paperwork. He had no time to
enjoy his post-orgasmic haze...

The good-looking young man behind the counter was already waiting for Denise.
Good sex is always so convincing. They went through a heavily protected steel
door leading to the detainment quarters. It closed behind them with an ominous
sound. They were alone in the basement, except for the one prisoner they were
heading to.

- You know who I am and what I'm here for?

- Yes, madam. Let me take you.

- Fine, thanks. I'm glad you came with me. I saw you wondering how a gorgeous
female bodybuilder could be involved in a rape case. How it came that a
latex-clad beauty with the looks of a dominatrix could behave so tame and
submissive... Clever thinking.

Denise unzipped her suit and her awesome breasts flashed into visibility,
nipples hard as nails. The look on the young man's face changed from a
businesslike stare to sheer astonishment. His seemingly nonchalant composure
made way for a bewildered attitude, an attitude that showed confusion,
insecurity, fear and ... excitement...

- You're right, baby: I had alll the trouble in the world playing such a
submissive bitch.

- ... Oh my God! ... W... What are you doing? What do you mean?

- Well, baby. Let me show you...

She slammed him hard against the wall, took both his hands in one of hers and
held them high above his head. Denise then pressed her glorious body hard up
against him and shoved her huge breasts with visible pleasure into his face,
pinning him against the concrete wall. The officer was completely overwhelmed
and felt how one of her muscular legs settled onto the bulge in his pants and
started rubbing it slightly. His first reaction was trying to resist, but he
immediately felt that he was utterly powerless against the blatant physical
dominance of this muscular pin-up and submitted to her superior touch. Without
releasing his hands from her iron grip, she carefully undressed him with her
free hand, ripping his uniform to pieces. She playfully touched a number of
strategic spots on his body, exciting him, teasing him. The officer was
totally naked now, fully erect. And in front of him the apex of female
muscularity and beauty dressed in black latex, half naked, ready to strike...
The contrast between his rather toned male body and her ultra-muscular,
pumped-up physique could not be more striking. Insignificant in comparison.
She forced her huge breasts against his naked flesh again pinning him against
the wall and moved up and down. As the officer got more excited, he panted and
gulped for air. He noticed a mischievous glint in her dark brown eyes.

- What's your name, loverboy?

- ...J... Jerry.

- Well now, Jerry. This is your gun I have here. See it?

She grabbed his gun from its holster and agonizingly slowly clenched her fist.
Jerry had the uncanny pleasure of hearing the eerie sound of metal being
crushed. Large veins became visible on her vascular arm muscles, displaying
the incredible power of this sexy überbabe. The naked officer could not
believe his eyes: this woman just crushed a gun in her hand! Pulverized it!
The look on his face was priceless. He was absolutely scared to death. He
started screaming. Denise grinned and muffled the impendent scream against her
huge breasts. With the other hand she reached over down to his crotch,
grabbing his balls, squeezing them gently.

- What if I treated your cock like I treated your gun, worthless fucking
asshole? Would you like that?

She felt his breath against her boobs, his mouth struggling to say something,
to breathe. Denise roared with laughter and pushed his head a little harder
against her firm breasts. He knew this muscular beauty could do with him
whatever she wanted. She released his head and let him breathe.

- Yeah, baby. That's how I like my men: struggling, begging. Well, tell me.
How many officers are there working in this police department?

- ... T... t... twenty.

Her gorgeous face brightened: the delightful prospect of killing twenty men
and being able to take all the time she needed to give full rein to her
desires sent the familiar tickling through her already wet pussy.

- ... Don't kill me... Please...

- Why should I, asshole? Give me one reason... Fucking up men like you gets me
off.

- Oh my God... No, please...

The officer knew he was doomed and started to struggle, but this monstrously
muscle-packed beauty was so blatantly superior in all aspects. Her hugely
sculpted arms - freaky products of thousands of hours of inhuman training in
the gym - rippled with sheer destructive power.

- If you manage not to squeal like a pig, I might let you live through this...
Hang on!

The soft grip around his testicles became tighter. He gasped for air as he
grasped what she was planning to do. Yet, it was her long and perfectly
manicured long nails that drew the first blood. With visible pleasure, the
muscular brunette pierced her nails into his scrotum. Her bulbous biceps rose
to insane levels of development easily outmuscling any pro male bodybuilder.
Slowly, painfully her nails tore and ripped flesh. The look on his face
revealed agony, sheer terror, but he managed to keep quiet. He tried to
concentrate on her delicious breasts, on her erect nipples, showing how this
sadistic dominiation turned her on. He fantasized about how thrilling it would
be to have this gorgeous big-titted bodybuilder in the sack. The pain was
excruciating. Seconds seemed like hours.

- Good boy. That's impressive. You're one of the first to manage to keep
quiet.

The iron grip loosened up a bit. He gasped for air again. She released him and
he immediately dropped to the ground in foetal position, trembling in mortal
fear.

- Put on some new clothes and get your colleagues' asses down here. I want
them all except for the captain around this table in this conference room
here. Use your imagination. Don't try anything stupid, baby or you'll have the
privilige of spending a couple of days in my torture chamber. I can assure
you: the men ending up there absolutely wish they hadn't... Hehehe. OK. Get on
with it.

(to be continued...)

[hero141]

This is the third and final part. Enjoy! Comments are welcome!

Jerry speeded into a new uniform and left the detainment quarters. Five
minutes later Denise entered the conference room and 19 police officers were
sitting around a large mahoney table. The busty bodybuilder smirked as she saw
Jerry's face, drawn in agony, his eyes empty, glazed, his gaze showing dread
and terror for the gorgeous predator who had just crushed his balls. She
closed the door behind her, a contemptuous twist to her sensual mouth revealed
just for a second the utter disdain, the sheer contempt for the man who had so
scrupulously obeyed her order. She felt the familiar tickling in her pussy as
she rejoiced in the prospect of slaughtering this obedient asshole in the most
horrific of ways.

Sultry Denise felt the eyes of the men fixed upon her outrageously muscular
body. Her schoolgirl innocence immediately changed into that blatant
self-confidence, that utter arrogance and self-indulgance of someone in
charge. They were simply astounded, enthralled by the combination of her busty
beauty and freakish muscularity. Never had they seen a person - let alone a
woman - with a physique that made pro male bodybuilders look like a prickly
schoolboy. She was truly a muscle freak! Every muscle on her impressive
physique was defined, striated and pumped-up to the max. Every cop in the room
could see the multitude of hose-like veins running up her perfectly tanned
skin. They could even notice the extreme definition and striations of her
muscles through the tight-fitting latex! And above all she was big. Huge.
Humongous. Yet, and that was what made Denise a walking wet dream, despite her
monstrous muscularity she retained her feminine features. Her magnificent
breasts, an impressive double-D, attracted all male gazes. Her golden globes
stretched the latex almost to shreds. The pvc had the hardest time to contain
Denise's glorious assets and you got the impression that the latex could give
in any time... Needless to say that each and every police officer had a hard
time trying to hide his straining erection as Denise graciously moved around
in her ultra-sexy, shiny latex suit. Moving her hands over her voluptuous
breasts showed off the massive muscular potential of her peaking arm muscles,
teasing and intimidating her audience at the same time.

- Let me introduce myself. I'm Denise, special agent of the National Secret
Service. As your captain knows, I was ordered to investigate a case of treason
in this police department. One or more of you guys had the guts to challenge
the authorities by selling sensitive information to a criminal organization.
The fact they put me on the case means that some of the big shots in
administration are seriously pissed off - and even that's an understatement.
I'll have to ask you to hand over your guns for your own safety. Put them on
the table next to the door.

Something in the tone of her voice made them comply immediately. Her total
physical superiority, her utter female muscualr dominance gave her the
charismatic authority of a leader, someone in charge, a goddess to be followed
and worshipped...

- Good. I'll be straight with you. No one leaves this room before I know who's
the bug. Understood? I would advise everyone to be cooperative and not to play
the hero or anything. If you suspect anyone just tell me now. I'm all ears.

Dead silence. Awkward looks. A certain disbelief.

With a lecherous grin the gorgeous muscle babe walked over to one of the
officers and pushed her huge breasts against the back of his head. He looked
in utter amazement at his colleagues as he felt Denise lick into his ear. His
mouth fell open in a combination of excitement and astonishment. The gorgeous
muscle babe put one of her monstrously muscular arm under his chin and pushed
her freakishly pumped-up bicep against it. She flexed the hard humongous mass,
showing off her ripped soft-ball size guns, myriads of veins popping into
visibility. Denise visibly enjoyed the devastating effect it had on the men
around the table: they were enthralled by her curvy beauty, horrified by her
obscene, ultra-muscular physique. Denise hissed in his ear, but made sure
everyone could hear...

- ... Scared by these babies? You'd better be. My official record reads like a
horror movie. I have killed men in the most horrific ways, always getting the
information I wanted. Always. Needless to say that the combination of my
beauty and muscles provides an infinite number of possibilities to make men
cooperative... Hehe...

It was not uncommon that men at this point began wetting their pants and tell
her anything she wanted to hear. She had seen and heard it all before anyway.
The muscular psychopath could not care less about the people she was dealing
with. And with a mind-blowingly muscular body like Denise's it was very easy
to back up her addiction to sex and violence: every muscle had been built to
such beastly proportions that she possessed an unsurpassable strength. If she
wanted something, she took it. As simple as that. The psychologist at the
Secret Service who had declared and reported that she was totally psychotic,
ultra-sadistic and hence unfit for service, served as an example. His analysis
caused her trouble and so she dealt with it: a videotape appeared on the
internet in which a masked hyper-muscular female beauty could be seen
torturing the hapless man to death. The tape goes on for a horrific twenty
hours! Can you imagine: twenty hours in Denise's lethal and tremendously
skilled hands, being transformed into an unrecognizably mutilated corpse by
someone who is extremely talented and has been trained in the art of
horrifyingly painful torture. Twenty hours of sexy female muscles and male
blood and viscera. The leaders at the agency were shocked by her extreme
brutality, blatant sadism and her sexually perverse streaks. The masturbation
scene in which she uses one of his shinbones as a dildo was nightmarish -
twenty minutes before she had pulled his lower leg from his knee with her bare
hands after having removed all the flesh and muscle first! Sticking it up his
ass and leaving it there during the agonizing next eightteen hours was token
of her extreme. Also the castration scene which lasts for about six long and
painful hours is absolutely astonishing. It shows just how imaginative Denise
is at inflicting maximum pain and how men are utterly helpless playthings in
her skilled predatory hands. That was when her superiors knew Denise would be
useful as an agent, her power and beauty being a perfect combination for
mssions. They granted her almost anything she asked for to keep her within the
Secret Service. She stood above the law. She made millions of dollars, was
given a steady supply of men to 'play' with. She slaughtered thousands of
innocent men just for the fun of it and occasionally - but always successfully
- put her gender-bending muscular superiority to satisfy the Secret Service's
needs.

Several of the officers started tattering... Her overwhelming presence made
them speak up. Yet, she wanted to push it further. Denise smiled coyly.

- Shut the fuck up! Now! And look at your colleague here. He is one of the
traitors! I'll show you how we deal with traitors at the National Secret
Service. Anyone who dares to interfere, will have his balls ripped off. So
please, be my guest. I'd be a liar if I'd say I didn't like that...

In a terrifying demonstration of her unbelievable strength Denise yanked the
officer out of his chair with one arm. She lifted him off the ground catching
his whole head in a nutcracker kind of lock. Her arm muscles exploded into
massive peaks of pure female destructive power and she threw him on the table.
The officers were regressing into a dream-like state, not being able to grasp
what was happening in front of their eyes. The officer on the table was
anything but regressing into a dream-like state. Beads of cold sweat formed on
his forehead. Fear overwhelmed him. He had felt the volume, hardness and
inhuman density of her outrageous musculature. So, he realized that this
gorgeous sex bomb could effectively execute every seemingly insane statement
she made. He started to panic. Denise graciously backflipped onto the table.
The man gawked at the latex-clad behemoth before him, one of her sculpted arms
reaching out to him.

- I'm innocent, please! Don't hurt me! Please...

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Denise grinned and grabbed him by the back of his jaw lifting him up. He could
not help but notice how only the slightest movement of her fingers over his
chin caused a symphony muscle movement in her upper arms, her striated biceps
bubbling and ballooning in harmony with her triceps being rendered into a
beastly horseshoe. She looked him straight in the eye and grinned, as if to
say 'look at the muscles that are going to demolish you'. There was something
sensual in her touch, or perhaps it was his close view on her awesome chest,
an obvious display of female sensuality, that made him perceive of any of her
actions as sensual. Denise's uncanny talent for reading her victim's thoughts
and fears combined with her beastly sadistic personality made her horribly
efficient in inflicting maximum psychological damage.

- You like them, don't you? I understand: they're big, round, firm and built
to please...

Everybody watched in amazement when the muscle bimbo expanded her chest and
pulled down the absurdly stretched pvc, showing off her magnificent boobs in
their full glory! Huge, protruding, intimidating, the nipples hard as nails,
her breasts caused quite a stir among the male audience. She brutally pushed
up his chin even further, tilting back his head. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
This woman was out of the ordinary in every aspect.

- What do you say? I'm quite used to men drooling over my sexy body. I can't
blame them... I'm also used to men doing their utmost best to please me. I
can't blame them either. The prospect of being allowed to explore my
ultra-muscular curves drives everybody wild...

Watching the gorgeous, scantily-clad woman on the table was indeed quite a
sight to behold. The confidence and obvious arrogance with which she addressed
her audience showed that Denise was someone used to being obeyed at all times.
That is why her reaction was one of disbelief and genuine surprise when one of
the officers suddenly interrupted her musings.

- Come on. Leave him alone and let's get to business!

She withrew her iron grip on the terrified officer's chin, and in a split
second the look on her gorgeous face changed into a mode that was difficult to
capture: despite the smile that crossed her sensual lips, the look in her eyes
only showed bloodlust, murderous intent, the urge to brutally retaliate the
unwanted disturbance. And with Denise the punishment seldom was in proportion
to the violation: even the smallest infringements were punished severely. She
never allowed for any protest or objection whatsoever... The sheer size and
incredible definition of her monstrously muscular body left no doubt about who
had been getting to business. You could see her bubbling, perfectly trained
glutes move graciously as she stepped towards the big mouth. She grinned
mischievously.

- You dare to interrupt me?

The man gulped. Gulped when he saw the bulging beauty in front of him.

- Interrupt someone who can crush you like an insignificant ant? Someone whose
body is trained and developed to do things you guys can only imagine? I'm glad
you asked me to get to business... Hehe...

At blinding speed the busty bodybuilder kicked her spiked heel into his
forehead, the steel of her 9-inch heel being driven in with such devastating
skill and force that the frontal bone of his skull was disrupted and his head
was torn open, just like you would open a tin can! His horrendous screaming
started long before the top of his crushed skullcap dropped with an eerie, dry
noise on the ground. Just before he collapsed in his chair, Denise grabbed his
brains out of his head and threw the wet, gory mass onto the table as a
remnant of her absolute dominance and power. It was an insane sight: a
spectacular muscle goddess clad in shiny latex breaking someone's skull and
removing brains with her bare hands! A shower of blood oozed from his
brainless head. Everyone was shocked. Too shocked to speak, to move even...

- You should've used your brains when you still had them, asshle! Oh yeah, I
promised something...

Quick and agile as a tigress, she ripped off his pants and exposed the
corpse's crotch. Remarkably, his cock was fully erect! She made sure the other
officers saw what she saw. The stunning beauty looked at them, smirking,
seeing the terror, the horror in their eyes, the total submission to her
overwhelming power and took the corpse's crotch in her hand, a sight they
could hardly contain... She casually but deliberately flexed her heavy,
pumped-up arm: every fibre monstrously developed, blood-engorged, swollen
biceps, ready to perform any action her psychotically sadistic brain turned
her to. She slowly clenched her hand, rejoicing in the sensation of his hot
blood trickling through her strong fingers, the flesh being maulded and
splattered, his balls imploding one after the other. Finally, she ripped off
his genitals allowing herself a genuine smile as she faced her audience.

- Fuck! Castration is so much more fun when they are still alive... You should
hear them wail and scream when I pluck one ball after the other. Hahaha! Any
volunteers? I have always been obsessed by male genitalia. I assure you: when
I make you climax, you reach orgasmic heights never deemed possible! Trouble
is that I'm addicted to slaughter, castration and torture. You'll never live
to tell...

The other officers sat dumbstruck when she returned to the other one still on
the table. They did not move a muscle and were in complete shock.

- Killing makes me horny. Now, lick my pussy, baby! If you fail to live up to
my standards, I'll slaughter you. Got that?

The man nodded silently, completely overwhelmed and intimidated by her
rippling body towering over him, dwarfing him. The look in her beautiful eyes
suddenly became playful again. She pouted her thick lips... A devious smile
crossed her attractive face.

- You really want to make it alive? Want me me to help you?

- Oh please... Don't kill me. I'll do anything. Please... I'll tell you
anything you want to hear, but spare me...

- Of course, you'll do anything. I feel like helping you a bit, to make sure
you got enough of that tongue action...

The poor man on the table tried in vain to wear off her powerful hand as it
gripped his lower jaw again, this time effortlessly piercing her nails through
his flesh settling in the bone. Denise used her hand like a claw and in an
explosion of brutal power she tore off his entire lower jaw from his head. His
tongue lolled down from the gaping hole, like a large lump of meat on a
butcher's table.

- Oh yeah, fuck... That's more like it. Now use that lump of meat! I want
action!

Aroused by the previous killing she savagely pushed his head against her wet
crotch, her strong fingers battering his skull, ramming the gaping hole that
was once his mouth almost into her slit! Her hot juices mingled with the blood
oozing from his nasty hole. Denise growled with lust, as the man stimulated
her labia and clit, trying his utmost best to please her. His upper body was
imprisoned between her tremendously muscular thighs, the blood wetting the
inside of her vascular thighs. Sculpted perfection. Lethal. Suddenly he felt
the pressure around his chest increasing.

- Pathetic piece of shit! Is this your first try at cunnilingus or what?

Denise grabbed him by his arms at the elbows, pulled him up and pushed down
her thumbs. Simply. Mercilessly. Her powerful grip dug deep into the crooks of
his arms. He saw the thick surfacing veins snaking across her freakishly
muscular and pumped-up arms. Her beastly arms were easily twice the size of
his thighs! The man's mouth fell open even more, a completely deformed hole,
heavily mutilated. It emitted a piercing scream, an uncontrolled moan as the
gorgeous überbabe cruelly pressed her thumbs deeper down, piercing through his
flesh, crushing bones, tendons and joints. Brutally. Effortlessly. She laughed
evilly at her shocked audience as her thumbs touched her index fingers, simply
dismembering the upper arms from his body. Denise watched in pure joy how
blood squirted out of the stumps. Nobody dared to interrupt her, absolutely
terrified the jagged muscle bomb would turn her attention to them and rip them
apart.

- O how I love this part! I'm such a bad girl...

More agonizing screams filled the conference room as the unleashed beauty
grabbed his armpits in a similar fashion and started to slowly press her
thumbs into his shoulders! His efforts to free himself from her iron grip were
utterly futile. Denise's rock-hard body was the epitome of power and
unsurpassable strength and he was helpless in her lethal, expert hands.
Despite his agony he could not help but notice how outworldishly beautiful
this sadistic muscle goddess was, how every muscle group was developed to
perfection, freakishly huge and elegantly proportioned. The close encounter
with this female summum of muscular development made him abaondon all hope for
mercy. One look into her shaded eyes was enough to know that she was beyond
caring now, beyond anything but extreme sadism and sex... Absolutely horrified
he watched in disbelief how her thumbs did not encounter any significant
resistance as they pushed further into his shoulders, demolishing the tendons
and crushing right through the bone! Thick, engorged veins meandered over her
outrageously swollen arm muscles. When her fingers met, she ripped his arms
clean off and threw the stumps in the direction of two of his shocked
colleagues who stared in awe at the superior female in front of them. Denise
jeered at her victim, her smile changing into a broad and evil grin:

- How are you going to jack off now, loverboy? Perhaps you need a hand too...
Want me to do you?

She smirked mockingly as he produced some unintelligible sounds. It took her
ultra-skilled fingers a full twenty seconds to get him rock-hard again.
Pushing his mutilated face against her proudly protruding breasts and alluring
cleavage aroused him visibly. She muffled his screams, rejoicing in the
wetness of his bleeding mouth against her firm tits, rubbing her sensitive
nipples over the teeth of his upper jaw. Bloodloss already made his vision and
senses blurry. A nasty slap with the back of her hand got him back. The
ultra-sexy musculatrix did not want him to pass out. That would ruin her
fun... Denise disdainfully pumped his inferior cock to a full erection - a
mere 5 inches - and brought the throbbing tip to her sensuously probing
tongue. Before he knew it the experienced bodybuilder's wet and hot mouth
engulfed his entire shaft and even balls. The expert movements of her tongue,
his tip touching the back of her throat, her lips tightly snugging over his
shaft in long, slow and hard strokes made this blowjob the most delicious of
treats he had ever experienced - she was so good at this. The hard and at
times teasing suction brought him to the verge of orgasm. And then suddenly,
the suction became harder, painfully hard and increased with every pump of her
mouth. This cut off his impending orgasm and she decreased the suction power
again. He gasped. In relief. Denise started the process all over again: from a
heavenly blowjob to the verge of sucking his cock right off...

As she playfully increased the suction again, he could not take it any more
and collapsed mentally. He started to panick and kicked his legs, trying to
wear off the psychopath musclebeauty. But it was no use. Denise enjoyed his
agony, got off on in - as usual. The hornier she got, the more sadistic she
got and the more she got off on it. It was a vicious circle. She had already
decided to let herself go, to show these assholes what she had in store for
them... Her hands gently carressed the inside of his thighs. Suddenly she
seized his legs at the knees and squashed both joints in her immensely strong
grip. Simply crushing them to pulp. You could hear the eerie wet sound of
cracking and crushed bones. His screaming reached a disquieting climax. He lay
there, completely helpless in the hands of most cruel and sadistic human on
earth. Legless. Armless. And all but painless... Horrific rasping sounds
escaped from his mouth. Denise bathed in his blood and gore.

- OK, baby. Hang on. This is going to hurt. Hahaha!

You could see that Denise loved the reaction she got from her audience as she
took his cock and sack into her mouth again, this time for the kill. The
bulging brunette slowly increased the power of her sucking. With visible
satisfaction the big-chested beauty forcefully pumped his cock with increasing
speed, her lusciously shaped mouth brutalizing his helpless dick. Suddenly
Denise's mouth did not move up and down any more and his continuous moaning
and screaming was sharply interrupted by an eerie yell coming right out of the
depths of hell. Spitting out his cock, Denise struck a double biceps pose:

- They break so easily... Who's next?

--

When a muscular brunette left the police station in Irkutsk and stepped into
the red Ferrari, you could not notice anything strange or eerie about the
place. All was quiet. As always in Irkutsk. Except perhaps for the ultra-sexy
outifit of the gorgeous bodybuilder which intimidated the driver a little.

- Hi Denise! What took you so long?

- Don't ask. I got carried away a little. One thing's for sure: Harry will be
transferred to the gulag and die a horrific death there.

The driver looked into her beautiful, utterly uncaring eyes. She smiled. A
smile that would melt icecaps. The busty bodybuilder held a plastic bag, red
with the blood of the items it contained. He knew she kept trophies of her
killings. This gorgeous sex-bomb was sick as hell.

- Any victims?

- Sure, I played around a little bit and slaughtered them all, except for the
captain. Make sure he makes up some story to cover this up, OK?

- Oh my God!

- Just make sure. Make the call now!

- ... Fucking freak... All right...

He used the Russian authorities to convince the panicking captain.

- Now come here!

And Denise tore open his jeans, grabbed his cock and jerked him off. Perhaps she would let him live. She did not feel like driving a car anyway. However, this was a Ferrari... Denise flexed her sexy muscles and started to play...

The end.

[lilguy31]

hot stuff nice to see Denise again

[hero141]

Enjoy! For those who like it rough and gory! 

The Old Man and Denise
by hero141
Ultra-sexy latex-clad babe demolishes old man

A hot summer night. It is one of those nights in which Warren usually has some
difficulty to get asleep. Last week he celebrated his sixtieth birthday and
the passing of time has not been too kind to him. Old age has become the
better of him, and all kinds of symptoms and little afflictions have entered
his daily life. His once youthful appearance has languished into a bald-headed
and lumping old man. And now he lies awake, brooding over this encounter with
Maria last week, a rather attractive elderly woman also living in the old
people's home. It all started with a nice conversation last month, a spark of
affection that set in motion a courteous and platonic relationship lasting
till today. His old heart has found its youthful and joyful beating again...

Suddenly he hears a sound at the door. The sound of someone slowly pushing the
door ajar. His heart leaps. Could that be Maria, secretly entering his room,
wanting to see him again and enjoy the earthly pleasures? Could that be it?
How romantic. His face brightens. His eyes cheer up, regaining their youthful
expression.

– Maria? Is that you?

A dark silhouette silently enters the room and cautiously closes the door,
turning the key in the lock. Like a cat, this figure elegantly steals through
the room and takes place on the bed next to the excited old man. A soft
hushing sound escapes from its pouted lips. Sensual, full red lips. Lips you
would want to kiss. Lips you would want to kiss you. In the dim moonshine
Warren catches a glimpse of a pair of magnificent breasts, hardly covered by a
one-piece latex costume unzipped to the abs. He gasps as his eyes stay fixed
on the impressive cleavage, the lush curves of an athletic feminine body. His
awe only increases when the woman brings her torso closer and he notices that
her lush curves are formed of awesome muscles, trained to perfection,
well-defined, vascular as hell, pumped-up... Removing the sheets, stripping
him naked, she seductively purs into his ear:

– Hush, baby. I'm Denise. I'm going to fucking kill you. But not just kill
you. I'm going to make it slow and painful. Very painful. You'll eventually
beg me to finish you off, if you're still able to beg of course.

She pauses for a moment to let the words seep through. Sexy Denise catches his
eye with a sly grin, checking him out, looking him up and down. He looks
disconcerted, confused, embarrassed. He does not know what to think... Could
she mean that? Why? Why would she want to kill him? He did not do anything
wrong... His musings are interrupted when she arrogantly pushes her huge
breasts in his face. He smells Denise's delicate perfume, he smells her husky
bodily scent, the scent of a woman who breathes sex and passion. She gets up
and puts on the light at his desk. When his innocent eyes are accustomed to
the light, Warren gazes in absolute awe at a spectacular appearance. An
apparition really.

He looks at a gorgeous female bodybuilder dressed in a black latex suit,
fitting her muscular physique like a second skin, wearing latex gloves and
leather ankle boots with towering spiked stiletto heels. Her face resembles
the face of a supermodel's. This is a real and dripping hot muscle diva!
Denise flexes her mighty arms and sensually licks her glorious biceps: 24
inches of raw female power! Totally in love with her own body, carressing her
own brawny arms, she approaches the old man. Denise just loves the desparate
look in his eyes. She is very aware of the kind of effect her pumped-up body
has on men.

– Let's get to business, old man.

Warren is completely surprised when Denise's fingers slide under his chin in a
loving carress. She lovingly lifts up his chin with the long nail of her index
finger, making her awesome biceps swell with muscular motion. A grin crosses
her as she watches how this vascular muscle transforms into a spectacular
mound of raw power. The old man looks straight into her beautiful predatory
eyes, her eyelids slightly lowered. Her smoldering glare makes him wince in
terror. He opens his mouth without uttering a sound, gasping for breath... He
is getting overmastered by panic, overpowered by terror. Warren has never seen
a such a ravishing woman with a lavishly feminine, yet immensely muscular
physique like this. When the super sexy muscle babe cups his crotch in her
hand, he starts flailing his arms in panic, trying to push Denise away. The
old man shoves and punches at her wildly, but Warren's hands only encounter
huge, rock-hard muscle, trained to kill. His fingers accidentally rip open the
latex suit that has a very difficult time restraining her wonderful,
voluptuous breasts. And then he sees what lies beneath: a spectacular body
bulging with muscles, muscles he has never dreamed feasible on any man, let
alone on a gorgeous babe like this! His futile struggles make her wet. Her
pussy tingles in anticipation and aches for action...

– What's the matter, pops? You don't like what you see? Hahaha! Has old age
made you blind? Any normal man would get wild with lust. Some even cum at the
sight of my heavenly physique... And then I don't even touch their penis.

Her touch is indeed heavenly. His cock slowly starts to rise to its full erect
size. Lust now intermingles with fear. He hasn't been touched like this since
... In fact, he has never been touched like this before. Warren's heart is
pounding madly, aroused as he is. Denise moves her sexy round ass over his
legs and sits on top of him. Her fingers continue to move up and down his
erect shaft, turning him on incredibly. The beautiful bodybuilder thrusts her
gravity defying tits forward, clearly showing who is in control. She controls
his body, his lust, his cock, his life... She hisses:

– Even your cock is old and wrinkled, you pathetic fuck!

She disdainfully squeezes his genitalia a bit harder. Her fingers could easily
crush his manhood to a bloody pulp, but she wants him to suffer. This old fuck
deserves to be tortured to a gruesome death. He starts to cry. Tears roll over
his wrinkled face. He knows that he is in serious trouble. His eyes look for
an escape, but where could he go? Denise loves every moment of this. Her
victim starts to realize that this muscular body will be the last thing he
will ever behold. Denise rubs her crotch over his legs, pushing the old man
hard on the mattress. Warren feels her round hard glutes on his knees, nearly
crushing them.

The sexy Musculatrix stops jacking him off. She does not want him to cum. Not
yet. Absorbed by the the beauty of her own gorgeous body, Denise
absent-mindedly – not even listening to the agonizing pleas of the terrified
old man – runs her fingers along the silky smooth skin of her throat and neck.
Warren is desparate and aroused. Aroused as a young stud. She obscenely
massages her huge bust in front of his eyes wide with lust and terror. With
eyes closed, her one hand continues to rub her voluptuous assets while the
other slowly travels all the way down her steel-hard abdomen towards her
dripping pussy.

– Yeaaahh. I'm going to destroy you. It'll be so fucking painful, baby. I'll
make it so painful that you'll beg me to finish you off. Maybe I will listen
to you. Maybe I won't...

Her huge physique involuntarily relaxes, the muscles on her awesome body
receding slightly, her full weight pressing on the man's knees. Her
fingernails glide up and down her hard extended clit. The nipples on her huge
bosom become hard as nails. He feels how his legs give in to the force of
superior female on top of him. Denise is seething hot and dripping wet by now,
grinding her moist pussy over his frail knees.

– Oh please, Denise. Don't kill me. What have I done wrong? Let me go,
please... I beg you...

Totally overpowered by this muscled-up bimbo, he can do nothing but to submit
to her brutal sexual fury. Her glorious body outmatches his in every possible
aspect. His pleadings only make her grin in sadistic satisfaction. Denise
slowly moves her body upwards, skin rubbing over skin, until she is able to
lower her juicy pussy over Warren's still hard cock. The mighty muscles in her
arched back, traps and delts expand to huge proportions, veins pop out... Her
brawny arms flex and relax... An incredible sight to behold! The sexy
bodybuilder stretches his arms above his head and dreadfully slow she lowers
her slit over his rod. In and out. Up and down. Slowly. Thoughtfully. Keeping
absolute control. Warren sighs. She kisses the lips of his open mouth – open
in astonishment and sheer arousal. His heart races. She savors his fear and
terror, but also his sexual arousal. Warren's excitement only increases when
Denise playfully pushes her perfect tits in his face, rubbing her pierced
nipples over his wet lips. She wiggles her fit ass, pressing his cock harder
into her seething vagina.

– How does that feel, horny motherfucker?

Warren moans softly, close to an unbelievable orgasm. Her pussy simply milks
his dick. A loud shriek of ecstasy parts from his mouth as he violently
thrusts his cock upward reaching a powerful orgasm, erupting his creamy seed
into her dripping slit. Warren's body shakes, one spasm after another, heaving
heavily.

– Oooooaaahhh! ...

– This is not funny, old man. You cum before the lady cums... Don't you have
any manners? I'll teach you manners, baby...

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The breathtaking wonderwoman gets off him and hits him in the face. She
savagely turns him round exposing his white ass, an inferior specimen compared
to her round, sculpted glutes. Denise massages his shriveled ass cheeks, her
tanned, thickly corded forearms exploding with muscular activity. His limp and
useless penis hangs between his legs, but he slowly feels the blood rush
again. The ultra-hot muscle Goddess amusedly rubs her talented fingernails
between the crack of his ass, making him relaxed and aroused.

Suddenly Denise giggles and savagely sticks her index finger in his exposed
asshole. Before he realizes what is happening, a second, third and fourth
finger enter his ass. She grins as she opens up her hand, wiggling her
fingers, squashing his intestines, slowly but surely ripping apart his
asshole. Sloshy, crunchy and mashing sounds escape from his ass. Blood
dribbles down. Her pumped arm muscles bristle with awesome power. She
gloriously flexes her biceps.

– You see these muscles? Oh boy, how beautiful my muscles are! Watch these
biceps!

But Warren does not watch. He only screams, wails and swears like a beast. The
pain is simply excruciating. His eyes widen in panic now. Absolute horror is
written in them. He tries to move away but Denise is too strong.

– Does that feel good? Yeeeaaah. I like the sound this makes! Yeeeaah... I
think I'm gonna cum...

She pulls out her hand and moves two fingers over her drenched labia. Her
swollen clit yearns for her touch. Warren is still crying and screaming his
lungs out, struggling against the pain. Peering down through half-lidded eyes,
she enjoys every moment of his futile struggle... Then she closes her eyes and
starts cumming, a deep sensation of orgasmic ecstacy, surge after surge...
Precious minutes of sheer pleasure... Denise is so caught up in her own
private musings that she did not notice that – despite his awkward situation –
the old man managed to get a dagger from under his pillow. Realizing that this
is his only chance, he puts all his strength old age still allows him to draw
on, into a fierce and furious attack. His hand however, is caught in midair.
He tries hard and struggles for all he is worth. A smile appears on Denise's
beautiful face.

– Oooh, you naughty boy... Think you can fight me? Don't try, old man.

And then...

– Fuck, you broke my nail! You broke my fucking nail! You'll pay for this,
baby.

In his struggle for life Warren unfortunately has broken one of her perfectly
manicured long nails. In a mocking appreciative tone she cooes seductively:

– Oh look... Hahaha! Your tiny prick is stiff again. Let's see...

Indeed, despite his pain, the sight of the most sensual woman on earth has
made him horny again. Unable to do something, his voice drawn in a mask of
terror, Warren is about to scream again. Quick as lightning, Denise thrusts
her sensual lips unto his and probes her strong tongue deep into his mouth,
muffling the impendent scream. With a sharp snap, she bites off his tongue.
Blood first seeps and then flows from his mouth. Using the dagger – her biceps
swelling to humongous proportions – Denise totally mutilates his larynx,
boring and turning the knife deep into his mouth, cutting out muscle and
flesh, even crushing bones! She is careful not to hit anything vital.
Otherwise he would miss all the fun... He starts heaving up, especially blood.
Gurgling sounds escape from his mouth, mute air trying to produce noise...

Denise looks down on him, arrogantly and defyingly, her curvaceous body
shining in the dim light of the nightlamp. His frightened eyes turn her on.
Her pussy craves for her touch again... Any touch. The bleeding mouth and the
gurgling sounds are music to her delicate ears... She leans towards him,
spitting his blood back in his face. His old body spasms... His arms flail.
She hushes him like you would a child.

– Sssshhh, baby. You're doing all right... Hush... Ever tasted your own mashed
balls in cockskin, baby? I just wonder, because now you'll get the chance... A
pity your tongue is gone... Hahaha!

The horny muscle babe crawls on top of him again, her gorgeous ass all over
his bleeding face, takes the knife and starts skinning his cock. First she
very slowly removes the foreskin from his stiff penis. The frantic movements
of his head against her ass turn her on immensely. His hot breath close to her
crotch wets her sizzling pussy. Then the gorgeous female predator continues
peeling off the skin, slowly, her talented fingers delicately ripping off more
and more skin.

– I own a couple of exclusive lampshades... Exclusively made of cockskin. The
less cocks you need, the more exclusive they are. I own one only made of two
cocks... With the likes of your dick, you'd need twenty! Hahaha!

Warren only gurgles some more, his nervous system simply overwhelmed by
registering pain. The sound coming from his mouth is out of this world: a
ghastly, howling, shrieking noise muffled against her glorious glutes...
Psycho-bitch Denise carves some more, enjoying every moment of his agony, his
cock transformed into a bloody rod... With a childish delight the
magnificently titted bodybuilder continues ripping off skin, carving into his
scrotum, opening up his bag. Blood gushes from the gash... Her eager fingers
take one ball and slowly crush it to pulp. Hot cum oozes from her pussy as
orgasm strikes her time and again. Her fabulous d-cup elegantly jiggles as she
roars of laughter.

– Oh God, how beautiful I am!

The second is quickly mangled in her grip, squashed like an overripe grape.
Blood, cum, tissue, ... all squeezed into a bloody bruised mess. As Denise
lifts her beautiful butt from his head, his face is drawn in a death mask.
Warren is coughing up blood, convulsing and spasming like a madman. But sexy
Denise is used to this kind of situation. She has seen and done it all
before...

– Sit still, old fuck! And taste this!

Denise brutally shoves his crushed nuts into his deformed mouth and forces him
to swallow. The feeling of his own mutilated genitals in his mouth sends
electric shocks through all of his nerves. He starts gagging terribly. His
body reacts repulsive and rejects the absurd objects in his mouth.

– Swallow, baby. Yeeeaaahh... Swallow... Hahaha! You're fucking eating your
own cock, asshole! Hahaha!

He nearly chokes. His eyes widen in cataleptic shock, the remains of his
tongue lolling out. Still Denise is not satisfied with the sorry state her
defenseless victim is in. Her glorious muscles crave for more. More
slaughtering, more carnage. The fabulous muscle babe takes the old,
defenceless man into her unstoppable hands, her mighty arms swelling to
humongous proportions. Her vascular biceps are ready to break some more. There
is only thought passing through his delirious brain: 'Oh God, help me! Please
God, help!'. Denise grabs a handful of Warren's hair and savagely pushes him
onto the table in the middle of the room, his white wrinkled ass fully
exposed. The gory wounds in his scrotum and abdomen leave terrible blood clots
in his asscrack... He does not even feel how her perfectly manicured
fingernails draw deep cuts in his ass cheeks. The pain he experiences is so
ghastly, so out of this world...

– You realize what you're facing, aren't you old fuck?

Suddenly he feels a hard object entering his ass. It feels huge inside him!
She watches amusedly how the strap-on dildo stretches his ass wider than
humanely possible. The muscular beauty is simply fucking him in the ass,
transforming it into a bleeding, gaping hole! The terrible friction makes his
agony complete. His ass is about to explode. The movement of her sexy wide
hips becomes more brutal, holding his frail hips for support. Warren now
enters a new level of pain, a level that isn't supposed to exist. A level that
Denise loves! She is now actually using force that would mangle steel. Her
thrusts break his pelvis, crushing bones, mangling his body.

– Look who's here, Warren. You know her?

And then, just before he is about to faint from the severe punishment, Maria
enters the room. She is obediently followed by a good-looking young man, a
real muscle stud.

– Denise, you are worth every dollar! Great idea to tape everything. I enjoyed
every moment of it. I came four times! What a woman you are! Warren, old
bastard. You thought I loved you, or cared for you? Hahaha! Worthless piece of
old shit. My money can afford other things...

She playfully winks at the young man, who's really intimidated by both women.
Maria spits in Warren's deformed face and grabs the young man's crotch.

– That's a cock, Warren! Let's play, baby! Dispose of this old fuck Denise. I
know you like this. I'm gonna fuck this gentleman here.

Sexy Denise licks her sensual lips, looking straight into the terrified face
of the young man, who immediately averts his eyes.

– Yeah, Maria. Have fun! We're going to play some more, aren't we, Warren...
Hahaha!

The end.

[hero141]

Denise on a Cruise
By hero
hero141@hotmail.com


Warning: extreme violence and gore.

* * *

He had never seen a woman like the one now lying stretched on the wooden chaise longue next to the swimming pool. Quite used to the most exquisite selection of ultra-gorgeous women, he finds this curvaceous über-girl to be outmatching them all--be it in looks, curves, attitude, behavior, you name it. He has been staring at her--and drooling over her spectacular hulking figure just like all other men on board the ship--for the last twenty minutes now. It is obvious from the bulge in the speedos that most men around the swimming pool creamed their pants or are about to. To say that the gorgeous sex-bomb has the differentiated musculature of a professional female bodybuilder would do injustice to her ultra-developed, striated, bulging muscle mass that would easily put the physique of a Mr. Olympia to utter shame. The level of muscularity on this beautiful she-beast is simply unbelievable!

What is even more striking is that despite the huge muscle bulk, she retains the curvy femininity and natural elegance of a professional dancer or stripper. Her ample double-D is hardly contained in a tiny white string bikini, her obviously erect nipples are visible to all. And she does not mind the male attention: when she adjusts the strings riding high on her voluptuous hips she makes sure to open her legs so that her captivated audience can enjoy the sight of the white material slipping between her shiny wet labia of her perfectly shaven pussy. Pop, pop: a couple of other male passenger cum. Combined with her obvious Latina roots, this exotic muscle goddess is exactly what he craves for--and more!

Just as she is about to turn on her belly, lavishly stretching herself in the chaise longue and exposing the already bronzed skin of her monumentally wide back and ballooning bubble-butt to the hot sun, she smiles at him--a radiant smile, a smile that would melt icecaps. He thinks he is hallucinating. But when she makes a 'tata' movement with her fingers showing-off her very long and brightly colored nails, he notices how the perfectly tanned olive-brown skin of her forearms springs to life as a result of the immense muscular development surging beneath it. He reacts kinda sheepishly and waves back--like a child being caught at something he should not do. He immediately stops staring and hides on his patio with the magnificent view over the swimming pool.

- Holy cow! She noticed me...

Ron's holiday on the 'Crystal Symphony' has only just started, the 'Crystal Symphony' being a huge, ultra-modern cruise ship for the ultra-rich. Its original capacity was around 1,000 passengers, but it has been restyled and rebuilt to suit the extravagant purposes and exquisite tastes of some hundred ultra-rich. Ron got on board in San Francisco for a cruise across the Pacific coast--looking forward to the prospect of sunshine and the vast expanse of the ocean. Now he is faced with the prospect of sharing a cruise with his 'walking wet dream': a big-titted ultra-muscular Latina obviously willing to share the stunning results of her hard work in the gym. He cannot stop himself from stealing just one last glance at this extraordinary creature down-below. Ron is captivated--just like the rest of the guys on deck--by the scene developing before his bewildered eyes.

--

- Hey you guys, wanna rub me in? I could use some help.

The muscle babe calls the two young dudes on the chairs next to her and they begin applying the slippery oil to her monumental shoulders and
broad back--one left and one right. She purrs with pleasure as their hands eagerly glide over the shiny, differentiated muscle mass. The men hesitate when they reach her ballooning glutes, two alluring bubbled cheeks, her string playfully situated in her ass crack. They would love to move their hands over her perfectly tanned flesh, rubbing the oil all the way down into her ass crack, moving their fingers close to her inviting slit, but they do not want to make her feel embarrassed or worse: angry. Who knows what this ultra-trained bodybuilder is capable of. And they do not want to upset their wives either...

- It's OK guys. My ass needs worshipping, don't ya think? Hehe... By the way, my name's Denise. What's yours?

[Jeremy Lightning]

Oh oh, I have a feeling this could be as brutal as it is sexy! I'm looking forward to finding out! k+!

[cdefan]

Love it so far! Can't wait to get to the part where the physicality and violence starts!

[hero141]

Her voice is commanding, powerful, in control; feminine and melodious, yet making clear who is in charge. The two men answer simultaneously which makes her smile. Her thick, full sensually pouted lips generate the wildest blowjob fantasies. The men cannot help but wonder how many lovers these sexy lips have sent into major orgasm, how many cocks they have sucked into states of utter bliss. Every inch of this rampant and pumped-up über-babe oozes sex and she knows it. The guys however have little clue as to whom they got themselves involved with. They are mesmerized as their hands massage her ultra-sexy bulgy butt.

- Hehe, John and Mike, I guess you like what you feel. I'm not your ordinary girl next door, now am I?

The alluringly shiny flesh may feel soft, but the muscular development under the surface is simply mind-blowing. The merest movement causes her awesome muscle-mass to bulge and flex ominously beneath her flawless, beautifully tanned olive-brown skin. This woman has trained her curvaceous hotbod to become the ultimate muscle Goddess, the pinnacle of raw sexual dominance! John is so aroused, that he seems to have lost all connection with the world outside Denise's body. He eagerly continues to rub his hands--slick from the tanning oil--over her impressively sexy thighs, hams and calves. His huge erection is all too obvious from the bulge in his speedo, a hard-on he does not even try to conceal any more. John, as if in a trance:

- ... You're gorgeous, ... D... Denise...

- Yeah, John. I know. I'm fuckin' out-of-this-world! Don't forget my feet, baby. You too, Mike. And I might return the favor.

Both are careful not to touch her sexy pair of expensive Louboutin snakeskin platform pumps with 9-inch stiletto heels when they lovingly
carress her elegant ankles. She moans in delight as they skillfully glide both hands over her well-defined calves using their thumbs to increase the pressure as they move towards her sexy feet. This is much to the discontent of their wives who are watching the scene with increasing jealousy, disgust and anger. And although both women are good-looking, they look plain and ordinary next to Denise's pumped-up physique. The big-titted bimbo could not care less about other women: she plays in a league of her own. And she just loves the attention she gets and the obvious effects her incredible ultra-body has on her male admirers.

- Time for your treat, sweeties. You can do my tits. Jeez, I'm so freakin' hot!

As she elegantly flips over to her back and exposes her generous curves, an ample double-D, John and Mike's hearts skip a beat. The combination of these gravity-defying mounds of female flesh with the incredibly sexy stomach, her eight-pack cobblestone abs, completely gets the men in the zone. Though their wives look on in disbelief, the men gladly glide their hands over her mighty chest. Amazed at the absolute perfection of her protruding breasts--built big and firm--they move their hands time and again over the alluring flesh--certainly more than necessary to apply the tanning oil. Their wives stare in growing astonishment and alarm. Denise is just amused, leans her head back and laughs a deliciously confident laugh. It is the confidence of someone in power, totally in control, someone whose mere presence is enough to being obeyed instantly. The gorgeous amazon goes for the bulge in their shorts and starts rubbing their cocks over the material of their speedos. In front of everyone!

- Your wives are watching and they are looking rather angry. You don't want me to stop now, do you?

[Jeremy Lightning]

Hehe, I love that last line, always cool to see Amazon goddesses take control over men and make them worship their bodies with their wives/girlfriends in full view, unable to do anything but comply with their goddess' wishes. k+!

[bicepboy]

Sounds like I took the wrong boat. I was on Crystal's other ship, the Serenity. That would have been heaven.

I wouldn't push the ultra-rich thing, though -- there are a number of cruise lines that are much pricier than the Crystal line.