+Notable Author: [hero141] DENISE Series~collected

[cdefan]

Great stuff, but don't keep teasing us! Let's see Denise do some gymnastics and commit some violence! Luv her.

[cdefan]

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[hero141]

The movement of Denise's talented fingers gets John over the edge immediately and he starts to ejaculate uncontrollably into his speedo--a wet stain quickly visible, his body doubling over in a mind-blowing orgasm. The busty pin-up re-positions herself on the chaise longue, her bulging and ballooning curves fully exposed for all to enjoy.

- Oh Gosh, John, No stamina. And no size either. Don't you know big girls like big cock? Fuck, you're pathetic! I want you to crawl like the dog you are, take off my shoes and worship my feet! Lick them--guys like you should know their place.

- ... A... S... Sorry... I'm... so... sorry, Denise...

John receives his public humiliation rather well--actually it is hard to judge whether he really grasped Denise's message, mesmerized as he is by her ludicrously sexy body! Yet, as he gets on his hands and knees and crawls in the direction of her Louboutins, he cannot have lost all sense of reality, or can he? The female muscle freak now turns to Mike and notices to her satisfaction that his 8-inch hard-on is nearly bursting through his shorts.

- See John? That's more my size. Are you ready for this, Mikey?

Mike sizes up the muscular movement in her forearms as she expertly frees his straining erection from its tiny confinement, and he can only gasp in utter amazement and adoration at the extreme definition, vascularity and cartoonish size and proportion of her awesome arm muscles. She is surreal. And her sexual mastery is equally impressive: she devours Mike's cock with incredible skill, gliding her moist and soft lips up and down, taking the whole shaft into her throat--balls and all--only to take it out again while using her expert hands to pump him at the same time. Totally unprepared for that kind of erotic sensation he cums after two seconds in the most explosive orgasm in his life--releasing a massive load which she easily takes and spits back on his purple cock-head.

- Looks like you needed it. Both of you. Thanks for helping me, guys!

Everybody is dead silent on deck and watch the two men awkwardly stumble back to their chairs with a mixture of pity, envy and disgust. Their wives are so amazed and utterly intimidated by what they have just witnessed, that they do not dare to speak up. Meanwhile, Denise gets up and elegantly back-flips towards the pool--obviously showing off her unparalleled gymnastic skills and beautifully oiled body. Just before she dives into the refreshing water, she addresses the wives:

- Hey bitches, if you keep men for fucking purposes, make sure they got size and stamina!

--

Ron cannot keep his eyes off the stunning Latina who has just made two passengers cum in public, in front of everyone--even their wives--and is now relaxing in the pool, having a little chat with a beautifully bronzed, well-built, somewhat older guy. The crowd around the pool does not notice--this must only be visible from the higher patio's like Ron's--how she pulls the man closer until his shoulder touches her bare breasts and her skilled hands disappear in his swim shorts. Ron cannot make out clearly, but he thinks he can see how one hand starts pumping up and down--slowly at first but increasing the pace--while her other hand performs some kind of magic in his ass. His face betrays the extreme arousal and excitement: his breathing becomes heavier and his heart must be pumping like a maniac--but he keeps a more or less normal composure considering the unusual circumstances. Being jerked off by a busty bodybuilder in a crowded pool on a cruise ship is far from usual.

- Fuck, she does him too! Good lord, this is crazy!

Suddenly Denise looks in Ron's direction again, pouting her ultra-sexy lips, throwing him a kiss. As if to make a statement 'this is how I do my men'. Then he cums. Ron too. Denise grins evilly.

--

Text message from Denise to Devon, 10.49pm: "Found target. Kept low profile. Hard to restrain myself though. D"

--

The next day Denise is purring like a spoilt cat lazing in the Pacific sunshine. Her intimidatingly beautiful body is the center of attention again. How could it be otherwise? Only three tiny strips of black tape are covering the most intimate parts of her ultra-sexy physique: two for her rock-hard nipples and one for her carefully shaven slit. Then her mobile phone rings.

- ... Yeah? ... I see... What? What do you say? No secrecy needed? ... Oh fuck, Dev. You just made my day: I'm fuckin' wet already. I'm on a ship in the middle of the ocean and I can have my way... What did you say? ... Use my imagination? Hehe, it's already working overtime!

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, what a sexy chapter! I enjoyed it a great deal, almost as much as Mike and John! Can't wait to see more of Denise's sexy adventures. k+!

[hero141]

When she puts her mobile back into her purse, a sardonic grin appears on her beautiful face. Without any further delay she grabs her things and elegantly struts towards the bridge, where the captain and his crew members control every part of the ship. When she mounts the stairs, the busty muscle bitch makes sure everybody has full view of her long, well-muscled legs and perfectly sculpted butt, the incredible development in her bulging, sharply cut calves highlighted by her 9-inch stiletto-heeled pumps. She flirtatiously sways her bubbling rock-hard ass, her huge, full, heavy breasts bounce gracefully. This is poetry in motion and she knows it: she oozes sexual confidence! When Denise finally wants to enter the secured elevator giving access to the bridge, the first officer gladly grants her permission and opens the security lock.

- Thanks for letting me in, guys. You know, I really like men in uniform! What do you think about mine?

Although word has gone round about a gorgeous muscle babe on board who is not afraid to show off the goods, the crew members are clearly intimidated by her stunning presence. All eyes remain fixed on the deceptively soft and alluringly shiny flesh of her protruding naked breasts.

- ... Well, I'd say... it's pretty minimal.

The captain's joke releases some of the tension, it neutralizes some of the electricity in the air, as all crew members drool over Denise's spectacular physique. The captain, a gentleman in his fifties, smiles and gives her a warm welcome.

- As captain of the Crystal Symphony I'm happy to welcome you on the bridge. It's an honor to have such a gorgeous woman on board. And to be honest, I've never seen such a gorgeous lady before.

The tanned Latina strikes a double-biceps pose to showcase her 365 pounds and near 7 feet of dangerously bulging female muscle. A lustful grin parts her sultry lips as she is obviously enjoying the crew's unease with handling their contrasting feelings of extreme sexual arousal and gentlemanly chivalry. Denise loves the sheer amazement on their faces when she cups her over-sized chest in her hands: her huge, hulking, pumped-up, shiny meat at full display!

- It's OK to stare, guys. What else can you do? These curves are simply built for staring, don't you think? I wanna have a chat with you, cap. In private if possible?

She towers commandingly over the crew members. The impact of her words and body makes them comply immediately--some to disappear into the toilets to release some of the sexual tension, the others waiting impatiently for the first group to get out to be able to jerk off too... The first officer is the last to leave the bridge but he is stopped by the massive beauty. He smells her delicate perfume. His senses go berserk as she sexily pulls him face-first against the glistening skin of her big tits. The man is intoxicated by her goddess-like presence and the feel of her muscular curves. He is drooling and has all the trouble in the world to suppress the natural urge to start kissing, licking and worshiping her glorious globes. His hands inadvertently touch her smooth skin, the surface hot and wet, oily.

- OK, captain. Let's make things clear. From now on, I own everything on this boat. Passengers and crew included. Disobeying me means nasty shit.

Denise slowly moves the impressive thigh of her left leg upwards between the first officer's legs--he tries to move his pelvis backwards but he is stopped by an immensely powerful hand on his ass making sure his groin touches her bulging quads. She does not even have to work her thigh up and down for him to sport a huge erection. The captain watches in astonishment as the über-babe makes his officer ingloriously blow a huge load in his pants. The guy just cannot help it. And then she tightens her muscular embrace. Wordlessly. Effortlessly. Frighteningly.  Her biceps peak at a size easily outmatching any male pro. Her breasts muffle the impending screams as the first officer is close to being crushed, mangled in her arms. The captain tries to save his officer:

- Let him go, I get the point.

As Denise softens her steel grip somewhat, the officer gasps for breath and pleadingly looks up at his female tormentor, his eyes widened in panic. The brawny brunette smiles down at him, almost flirtatiously:

- No, captain. I'm quite sure you did not get the point. Your boy here just wet his pants, didn't you baby?

Without looking at the captain, but looking straight into the first officer's pleading eyes, savoring his fear, she continues:

- Did you just cream your pants, boy?

- ... Ehm... Y...yes. I'm... s... so... sorry.

- You're sorry? You're pathetic! I didn't even jerk you off. You guys have absolutely no idea who you are facing here.

With these words the dominating female tightly grabs both of his shoulders and dramatically throws her long black hair back with an elegant toss of her head. The first officer watches in awe how her forearms ripple with muscular movement, how her ultra-developed and straining biceps and triceps alone carry more muscle mass than his entire body!

- I'm a professional assassin. And as you can see: this body is built, built to kill. But I'm not your ordinary hench-woman. People hire me to make sure their target gets a special treatment before he dies. Needless to say that most jobs involve brutal torture, information retrieval or both.

With the last sentence she seductively wets her thick upper lip, adding with a grin:

- ... And I'm so fuckin' good at it: I make the atrocities in Auschwitz look like child's play.

- ... Oh my God... And it is us that you want?

The captain's face turns white and he starts shaking all over his body. This orgasm-triggering pin-up shakes her head.

- You're just fun.

With an icy smile Denise digs her long-nailed fingers viciously deep into the first officer's flesh. Her thumbs and index--the magnificently skilled instruments in so many male orgasms--encounter no resistance and effortlessly destroy everything on their way in, crushing shoulder muscles, tendons, even bones until with a clean, nasty jerk she rips off both his arms! Just like that. Blood gushes freely from the gaping wounds. The officer screams like a madman, in total agony. Denise roars with laughter and throws the arms in the captain's direction who has to puke immediately, obviously unprepared for this kind of carnage.

- It's like clipping chicken wings, captain. What about clipping his balls next? Or wait...

The sexy beast rests her hands on the remains of his shoulders and in an explosion of brutal force moves her knee straight up into his unprotected crotch. The impact of her heavily muscled leg is simply devastating: her knee makes its bloody way up to his midriff, his torso and ribcage are pushed upwards but stopped by her powerful hands. His upper-body caves in, doubles over and is crushed--all at the same time. The officer's body is no match for the ultra-fit hyper-muscular physique of this gorgeous dominatrix. Broken and splintered ribs come out at all impossible angles, his intestines and perforated lungs gush out in a horrific explosion of slimy and bloody goo.

- Do you get the point now, cap? And I'm not even horny. It tends to get messier when I'm horny.

The captain is in a state of shock. He sits quietly in his chair, his eyes staring in the distance. He is not even aware that Denise undresses him, gets him hard and swiftly positions her pussy over his cock and starts riding him amazon-style: rough and hard. When the chair collapses under the unrelenting force of her powerful pelvic thrusts, Denise showcases her flexibility by spreading her legs in an almost 180° split and moving the captain's cock in and out her wet slit using her vaginal muscles only. She milks him until his balls hurt too much for yet another orgasm. She makes him cum seven times!

--

One hour later.

- This is your captain speaking from the bridge. I got a very important message for all crew and passengers. We have a huge problem that needs our close attention and I want all crew members to assist all passengers to the Big Movie Theater. There is plenty of space there to get things organized. There is no need to panic, but I must stress that this is an order: everyone must be in the Big Movie Theater within ten minutes, no exceptions!

The captain obediently puts down the microphone and turns to the woman standing behind him. Denise nods. His look betrays a mortal fear about how she will proceed now. He has never encountered anybody who emanates more natural authority and power than the gorgeous bodybuilder. From her expensive D&G purse, the busty sex-bomb produces five tiny wireless state-of-the-art spy-cameras capable of producing razor-sharp images of pellicule quality--a little present form one of Denise's CIA-contacts, presents worth 10K each.

- Well done, cap. I need a couple of more messages from you, but I'll tape them so I can broadcast them whenever I need to. Don't worry, baby. You're doing just fine.

She carefully positions the digital camcorders around the control panel so they capture every movement of the captain. Ten minutes later:

- Thanks, captain. Any thoughts or questions?

- What are you going to do now? ... I mean with me... and the passengers?

--

[Jeremy Lightning]

Incredible story! I love how Denise can go from utterly breathtakingly sexy to devastatingly terrifying in less time it takes the average person to pick their nose. The way she tore apart the first officer was just incredible, ripping his arms off, then disemboweling him in a matter of just two moves. I too am interested to see exactly what she's going to do to all the passengers and the rest of the crew. I'm sure it will be both erotic and horrific. k+!

[cdefan]

I'm loving Denise! The back flips and the brutal killing were great. Can't wait to see what happens next!

[hero141]

Ready for the next part? Here it comes... 

Ron is excited. He is amidst the crowd making its way to the Big Movie Theater. Everybody is anxious to know what is happening and why they have to gather at the Theater. The members of the crew are anxious too, but they act professionally and make sure everything goes smoothly. Suddenly the big screen shows the captain talking from the bridge--everybody is interested to know what he has to say. Dead silence.

- This is your captain again. I assure you: there is no need to panic. I have to initiate the ordinary evacuation procedure because toxic materials have been found in the machine room. There is no danger for you, but the ship must be evacuated within three hours. I need ten crew members--the names will appear on the screen--and Ron Deyger as well as George DeLallo to report to the gym. A number of things will be coordinated from there. The rest of the passengers must follow the orders of the crew and go to the life boats as quickly as possible--no time to pack any luggage. Let's get to it! Good luck.

Ron Deyger cannot believe what he has just heard: the captain asking him to stay on board? Why would the captain need him? His well earnt cruise over the pacific is turning into something different and he is not the man whose priorities have been with serving the community--and he has no intention whatsoever to change that... So, he decides to ignore the captain's command and proceed like everybody else to the lifeboats. Lifejackets are distributed among crew and passengers and they easily reach the lifeboats: ultra-modern, totally enclosed safety boats that are able to carry up to 120 passengers each. The boats are fully equipped with state-of-the-art navigation technology and provided with ample food supplies. Crew and passengers fit into two boats. It is obvious from the nervousness of the crew and their goal-oriented, disciplined behavior that this is not a drill or an exercise. The heavy davits full-automatically lower the life boats. Suddenly a heavy thud can be heard overhead on the steel roof of one of the vessels.

- Shit, what's happening? ... That's not part of the procedure...

One of the crew members opens the heavy security door to have a look. To everyone's astonishment the man is stopped by two impossibly muscular legs swinging inside with the elegance of an Olympic gymnast and brutally snaking around his neck, pushing his face into a perfectly groomed female crotch. And oh my God, is she horny: her pussy is dripping wet! The inviting smell of her wet pussy makes him giddy with arousal. Her sexy assets immediately take control of his body: his cock grows hard in his pants instantly, a throbbing erection fully at her command, but it is obvious that this kinky gym babe could do anything with him--anything! He is completely at the mercy of this female fucking machine! The long, sleek, sexy and outrageously muscular legs belong to a beauty of the kind you only encounter once or twice in a lifetime--if you are lucky. And she knows how to show off the goods: totally naked, shiny with oil, pumped-up to the max! Her bulging quads and beautifully diamond-shaped calves ominously envelop his neck which looks sickly white and frail compared to her ultra-athletic, tanned physique, the apex of female superiority.

She effortlessly uses the horizontal steel bar above the entrance to swing back and forth with the skill and power of a gymnast champ, her victim firmly captured in her leggy embrace. He wails in horror as he feels the razor-sharp stiletto heels of a pair of Louboutin black leather heel boots being forced into his back and anchored between his ribs. The gorgeous brunette parts her lush lips in a sadistic grin, simply enjoying the agony of her victim: she brutally pushes the man's nose and mouth further against her shaven pussy, his uncontrollable urge to scream his lungs out stimulates her already blood-engorged clit. Despite the situation and the excruciating pain, he continues to be enchanted by the inviting smell of her moist pussy ready to devour dick. Her clit pulsing with blood demands instant satisfaction. This mighty she-beast craves for cock... and carnage!

The terrified audience in the lifeboat is privileged to see how the bare-chested bodybuilding bitch continues to swing back and forth clinging to the high horizontal bar, keeping her squirming prey tightly between her massive legs. This gymnastic movement normally requires stretched arms, but she deliberately bends her arms here, obviously showing-off her otherworldly strength and gymnastic talent: the enormous, coconut-sized biceps swell--explode actually--with each movement, her broad shoulders dance with muscular activity. Her equally impressive forearms show unimaginably muscular differentiation! This woman has a body engineered to perfection and loves to show it off. Fit as fuck. Hot as hell.

- Wanna know something? I'm gonna rip this guy apart: crush every bone in his fucking body and tear him to pieces.

She arches her wide back obviously making sure everyone has perfect view of her busty chest with the rock-hard nips and elegantly swings back onto the roof of the life boat, her prey squirming between her legs. The passage of this stunning beauty causes an ominous silence among the passengers--and the usual dozen of spontaneous male orgasms... Suddenly everybody hears harrowing screams coming from the roof. Upsetting, disturbing screams. A man is obviously begging for his life. He is pleading, crying, and sobbing uncontrollably. Now and then the melodious mocking voice of a woman is heard. And every time as you expect the screaming to end, it increases in intensity and pitch. For those situated near the door and when the sea-breeze carries the sound waves well, agonizing crushing and horrifying squashing sounds can be discerned, always followed by more horrendous screaming and wailing, no doubt indicators for the excruciating tortures she is putting him through. What actually happens on the roof is left to the imagination of mentally unprepared men and women. After fifteen minutes the volume of the screaming decreases, the words become incomprehensible. Another ten minutes later all is silent again.

She swings back in, only one hand holding the horizontal bar: a gorgeous bodybuilder red with the blood and viscera of her victim. She carries a heavy machine gun obviously meant to be positioned on a bi-pod, but here effortlessly hand-carried by Denise.

- He asked me to be gentle--well actually, he begged me on his knees because I had ripped off his lower legs. I know you won't believe me, but I was. Hahaha!

The beautiful behemoth roars with laughter as she addresses her terrified audience.

- OK, gents. There is only one way to save your life and that is: size! Guys with a cock bigger than 8 inches may step forward and come to me.

Denise's beautiful brown eyes scan the passengers and then remain fixed on one dude who puts up his hand. He is literally shaking with fear, horrified to step forward and face the gorgeous musculatrix before him.

- Never buy unseen. Show me cock and make sure it's erect.

The man awkwardly shows his penis, a sizable specimen, but he fails to get a hard-on, much to the discontent of Denise. Without any more words, she aims her huge machine gun and with accuracy of a sniper pumps his unprotected crotch full of lead! Firing more than 100 bullets she transforms his pelvis into bloody paste, the huge firing power simply ripping off his legs, his guts gushing over the floor of the life boat.

- Anyone else? No porn-size cock around? Too bad. Enjoy!

The broad-shouldered babe starts wielding her machine gun. Despite the heavy fire and serious recoil the accuracy of her attack is phenomenal. She aims for the lower body: legs, knees, crotch. Damage permanent, death still a long way to go. She continues her heavy fire for minutes on end--using several rounds of bullets. Bodies are literally pumped full of lead. The harrowing cries of agony, excruciating pain are mixed with the uncanny rattling of her gun. The heavy fire makes her pumped-up body and ballooning boobs shake sexily--what a sight! The carnage is complete. The lifeboat is filled with ripped-off meat, splintered, shattered bones, smelling disgustingly of piss, shit and guts. She leaves the boat and calls the captain.

- OK, cap, you can drop boat one. It's leaden.

Her sultry lips part in a mischievous grin when she thinks about a lifeboat full of slowly dying people floating on the pacific. What a joke!

- ... What? ... Ron Deyger did not report to the gym? ... Where is he then? ... In the second lifeboat you say? ...

[cdefan]

Wow, more great writing! Denise is amazing with her gun and her bars routine.

[hero141]

And the story continues... Enjoy!

The captain of the 'Crystal Symphony' is sitting on the bridge, engrossed in scanning the computer screens and controlling the data the ship's navigation system generates--like any captain of a large vessel would do. But his apparent careful attention on the ship's navigation data is misleading: the man is merely playing 'captain', having regressed into a mental state which allows only superficial involvement in action--doing things he is used to doing without really being mentally involved. His brains are devoted to registering fear. Mortal fear for the divinely muscular brown-haired Valkyrie who took over his ship and who took him--hard and rough. She simply raped him, using him as a mere sex toy, a living dildo, humiliating him if he came too quickly or mocking him if he came too slowly.

There was no way he could keep up with the outrageous sex-drive of the busty nympho. She continually worked his cock: expertly jerking it, sucking it, grinding it, squeezing it, licking it, biting it, riding it--her sexual skill and expertise blew his mind, an overwhelming erotic experience! At some point the captain thought the cock-crazed beauty would simply rip it off--which is not so strange an idea by the way: ripping off the penis is standard procedure during the thousands of interrogations Denise performs, whether the guy talks or not... (words cannot save a man's cock during interrogation, only size can. Biggest porn-size!) With a body outclassing the captain a billion times, she milked him dry until he was totally spent. Every muscular inch of her body breathes power and sex.

He has all the trouble in the world not to collapse mentally and not to simply jump into the cold sea. Indeed, the dilemma he is trying to cope with is inhumane: being responsible for the death of his crew and passengers or being tortured to death by the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen. This is a choice between Scylla or Charibdis. And he opted for his own survival, making him an accomplice in the atrocities he sees developing on the computer screens showing footage of the ship's surveillance cameras.

- Fuck, what have I done? This woman is crazy! Will no-one stop her?

The captain knows that nobody--not even an entire army--can stop this female predator. What he does not know is that there have been attempts all right: experienced assassins have been paid hundred thousands of dollars to eliminate her. All in vain... These attempts had two things in common: (1) the death of all those involved, assassins, accomplices as well as the high-ranked people who ordered for her death; (2) the radical redefinition of the concept 'ultra-sadism': she took them on a week-long journey of excruciating pain and extreme humiliation eventually leading to their inhumane death. Already after fifteen minutes of torture--Denise had only just started testing out her paraphernalia for working their feet, toes and toenails--needles, iron sticks, tweezers, pincers, tongs and a variety of nasty chemicals--they offered her huge amounts of cash to let it stop. By the time she started 'working' their cocks they offered even higher amounts of money to ... ... kill them quickly. She gladly cashed the dollars--instantly making her a multi-billionnaire--and simply increased the intensity of the tortures to pain-levels barely but just supportable. There is no fun in a victim going unconscious or catatonic. Beastly! She takes whatever she wants whenever she wants it.

The captain is not totally unaware of her favorite pass-time. He remembers her 'sweet-talking' to him while she was pushing her orgasmic double-D in his face, jerking him off, her fingers performing their sexual magic. He was totally overwhelmed, completely dominated and controlled by this voluptuous vixen. And although he was well past his fifth orgasm, Denise had him rock-hard again, easily keeping him on the verge for what seemed to him like ages, all the while boasting about how she would slaughter him if he contacted the police or coastal authorities. Her words still haunt his mind: the idea of cock and ass insertions or having your guts filled up ass-wise with boiling chemicals while slowly being ripped to shreds prevent him from informing the authorities there and then. Suddenly his mobile rings.

- Hello? ... Coast guard? ... Yes? ... Something wrong? No, why?

The captain's heart skips a beat. It is the coastal guard. They probably must have noticed that the ship's life-boats have been used.

- ... No... The owner of Crystal Symphony Cruises? ... Yes, pass him through. Yes Sir? ... Someone asked you a huge amount of money to get your ship back? Oh fuck...

[cdefan]

I love your Denise and Bethany. I don't think any other female characters have that perfect combination of superhuman strength, femininity, dominant attitude, and sexuality. Their skills with guns and ability to do back handsprings make them even sexier.

[fokerz]

thank's for the story!

[cdefan]

More killing and gymnastics by Denise please!

[victor01]

Great story - hope the story continues. Looking forward to the next part(s)

[hero141]

OK, guys. Thanks for the patience. The saga continues...

The captain is quite used and trained to deal with emergency situations, but this situation is of a totally different order. He mentally breaks, starts crying and tells everything to the owner of his ship--a desparate plea for help and support. The owner of Crystal Symphony Cruises tries to calm him down and assures he will do everything to get them out alive and well. When the cap puts down the phone he notices he has pissed his pants. He is shaking uncontrollably. When she finds out, he is not only dead, he is doomed to hell!

All of a sudden his phone rings again. It is her again! Her voice is husky, erotic.

- ... ? The ten crew members and George DeLallo? Yes... They wait in the gym for further orders. ... OK, I'll play the tape. ... ... Yes, Ron Deyger is still in the second boat.

The captain knows what will be screened: he will order the chef de cuisine, two sous-chefs, the head waiter, and the three chief masseurs from the wellness-center to their positions--asking them to be ready to serve him in the captain's suite. The three remaining crew members with Ron Deyger and George DeLallo will be informed to search the ship for terrorist explosives with the warning that the terrorists are still on board and heavily armed. At first, the captain did not understand why she ordered him to tape this, but she turned to him with an evil smirk: "Ever seen the movie 'Predator', captain? I like to hunt for humans too. But I'm a female predator hunting for male prey. See how that gender-thing adds a little extra to the game? I play with them, toy with them, arouse them, fuck them before I slaughter them. Usually keep the cock and testicles as a trophy. Then I crave for delicious food and a good massage. And my physique is used to the highest quality treatments. I hope your staff is up to the task. If not, they'll be turned into trophies too... Hehe."

--

When Denise enters the second life-boat, there is panic among its passengers. The terrifying noise of the machine gun together with the agonizing cries and screams of the other passengers have not missed their effect. It is chaos, people running around aimlessly, trying to look for cover that is not there... Despite the chaos her gorgeous eagle eyes immediately locate her target: Ron Deyger. A wicked smile crosses her sexy lips and she calmly positions the enormous gun against the wall. Her ultra-fit body bristles with unabashed power, the alluring flesh of her naked big boobs demands to be worshipped. Still standing in the door opening Denise sensually brings up her fists in a massive double biceps pose. Her gigantic biceps pop up showing an obscene excess of muscle! The people in the life-boat shudder with fear and horror.

- What do you want me to use? My gun? My guns?

The big-titted killing machine notices Mike and John, the guys who had the pleasure of rubbing her in and got dumped by their wives for doing so. They are sitting sheepishly and meek in the corner next to the entrance, awaiting their fate. The second rendez-vous with Denise proves to be totally different from Mike's first encounter. A perfectly executed high kick is poetry in motion in terms of speed, elegance and accuracy, but utterly devastating for the guy at the receiving end of the bargain. He has his throat ripped open by her razor-sharp stiletto heel--he is bleeding profusely and desparately gasping for breadth.

- How do you find my Louboutins, Mike? Breathtaking, aren't they?

The ultra-dominant psycho-bitch smilingly turns to John who is totally petrified.

- Eat me.

What a command! John gets on his knees and puts his head between her impossibly muscular pumped-up thighs. She pushes his skull uncaringly hard against her crotch. Her hairless perfect pink pussy is invitingly wet and his tongue is eager to please the moody musculatrix. He licks for all he is worth, his tongue snaking out, sucking and licking frantically for his life. Her sexy moaning encourages him to go deeper and try even harder. Denise grabs his upper arms, her fingers digging deep into his frail flesh, probably crushing some muscle and bone. John wails in pain.

- Stupid fuck! Did I tell you to stop?

In spite of her long-nailed fingers digging deeper into his upper arms, the poor man gathers all his will power and continues to eat her out. The pain in his arms is unbearable. Yet, he does a good job: Denise is moaning in delight, building to orgasmic bliss and when she finally reaches the apex of pleasure she spreads her muscular arms and simply rips off both John's arms, tearing them out of their shoulder joints! A vicious kick from her knee makes sure his blood does not wet her long, sleek, massive legs. The man is bleeding profusely and crying like a pig. Seconds later he is lying in a pool of his own blood. Denise disdainfully throws his useless limbs in his direction.

- Lick your fuckin' blood off my shoes!

John is in no position to obey her command, but terrified as he is and despite his bloodloss, he awkwardly crawls towards the sadistic über-babe to lick her expensive Louboutins clean. The beautiful bodybuilder is obviously toying with him--like a cat with a mouse--or better: an insect. With visible pleasure she carefully positions a stiletto heel on his spinal cord and pushes down her foot. Then John's world explodes: the pain he experiences is beyond telling: it shoots from his spinal nerves and catches his whole body. He convulses and shakes uncontrollably, screams at the top of his lungs, and starts to vomits blood.

- I'm a registered sociopath and ultra-sadist. For your information: I'm an outlier even on the most extreme scales measuring ultra-sadism. Your pain is my gain, hehe. And as you can also see, I'm a bodybuilder, a muscle bitch with the level of muscularity even roid-addicted pro males are incapable of attaining. And these muscles aren't just for show, they're every bit as strong as they look.

Between the waves of pain, he feels how an impossibly strong arm picks him up and throws him on the bench, his ass up in the air.

[cdefan]

Great stuff as always. Denise is bigger and stronger than all the men around her, but she never lets you forget that she's a woman, through her beauty and elegance, and her creative use of her high heels. I can get some really vivid visualizations of the action in your stories. What will happen to John's vulnerable ass? Will Denise's machine gun come into play again? My only real wish would be for more frequent updates to such a fantastic story. And maybe more backflips. :-)