+Notable Author: [hero141] DENISE Series~collected

[hero141]

Denise's back with some action! Enjoy!

- Ever had a heavy machine gun shoved up your ass? Try to relax: it'll be less painful.

She rips off his clothes; they are soaking with blood. The poor guy makes loud, gurgling, incoherent noises holding the middle between wailing and crying.

- ... Aaarruoooa...! Ouaaaaaahhh...

Denise disdainfully looks at his flabby, frail and white body contrasting sharply with her ultra-muscular deeply tanned hotbod, thinking how utterly inferior all these men really are when you compare them with her blazingly pumped-up over-sized hotbod. It will come as no surprise to say that by now every man in the life-boat is looking at this hot-blooded bodybuilding babe, drooling over her fantastic feminine curves, fantasizing about how utterly mind-blowing this über-Latina must be in the sack. Denise arrogantly shows off her sexy assets and moves more like a voluptuous stripper pleasing an audience of horny males than like the ultra-sadistic assassin she really is.

- Or do you want me to use something else to fill up his ass with? I often push my arm in, but as you can see, it's way too muscular. Even my underarm is too big and it destroys a man's fuckin' hole much too quickly. By the time I get to pushing in my upper-arm, even unflexed, things get too messy: guts gushing out, lower-body completely teared apart...

When she cups her firm breasts and sensually licks her rock-hard nipples, a lot of guys in the life-boat are losing all sense of reality: they see how her ungodly huge, muscular upper-arms nearly double in size when she flexes them. Imagine what happens if these babies get pumped inside a man's ass... His abdomen would simply explode, her flexed muscles would burst him open from behind, his pelvic bones would be no match at all for her giant pumped-up boulders ripping him apart! Everyone's eyes stare in awe at her lethal limbs peaking at an amazing 28 inches!

- ... I see you got the message. Love to make my men explode!

Denise is so smokin' hot she has all men aroused to the max--her ample pornstar curves fully at public display, her over-sized body while at the same time they piss their pants from mortal fear of falling into her lethal hands...

- Come on, guys. No suggestions on how to fill up his ass? No crazy sadistic perverted brains down here?

Meanwhile the muscle bitch is preparing his virgin asshole for the big intrusion--the huge machine gun is ominously positioned against the wall, its over-sized barrel only matched by Denise's ultra-bod. She almost tenderly inserts her long-nailed index finger and while she is at it, she expertly massages his prostate, getting him aroused in spite of everything. John gasps and is amazed at the ease with which her index finger gets him a straining hard-on. She smiles arrogantly, enjoying her total control over men, in pain and in pleasure.

- Your 'on'-switch still works, pathetic fuck!

Then a second, third and fourth finger enter stretching his asshole to the max. It is when she puts her thumb in and savagely shoves her clenched fist deeper into his anus that his world explodes again. The terribly painful and awkward feeling of being filled-up ass-wise, that your ass is about to burst open is overwhelming him.

- Don't panic, John. This is routine treatment before pegging a man with a thing as huge as this gun barrel here. You'll thank me afterwards.

The huge über-babe pulls out her fist and mockingly watches John gasp in relief. In wicked delight and in outright addiction to inflicting maximum pain, her long-nailed fingers explore the crack of his ass again, painfully stretching it, quasi carelessly filling him up again, enjoying his pleading cries as she rams her fist into his bleeding anus time and again. The horny muscle bitch notices that the guy sitting next to John is about to cum in his pants.

- What do we have here? Enjoying yourself?

- ... Euhm... Hmm... Yes... N... Hmmm... No...

- No? You're about to wet your fuckin' pants! You like dominant muscle women, don't you?

The man is astonished, overwhelmed by her authority and charisma.

- Don't cum.

The guy pleadingly looks up into the busty brunette's gorgeous eyes. Suddenly, quicker than lightning, her long, elegant leg lashes out, driving her high heel straight into his skull: the tip of her stiletto heel sticks out at the back of his head! The gorgeous powerhouse then swiftly lifts her leg into an impressive standing split, the man dangling from her high heel. He is shaking like a maniac, brain damage being obvious. What a sight! His blood trickles sensually down her sleek suberbly muscular leg, the differentiation and development in her calves all too obvious as she playfully wiggles her foot.

- It's great to be a musculatrix!

She grabs him by the waist with both hands and pulls him down with a clean jerk, simply scalping him, part of his skull still pinned on her stiletto. His body drops to the floor in mortal agony. It is shocking to see that it takes more than five minutes for his body to stop spasming, while the remains of his brains ooze on the floor, bathing in a large pool of blood. Her audience is captivated by her sadistic actions. She effortlessly picks up the huge gun and pushes the four inch wide barrel up John's ass. Not deep at first so that he fully experiences the agony of something too  big entering his virgin asshole again, but then thrusting it two feet up his ass. He is squirming and convulsing heavily as far as his mutilated body still allows him to, but Denise smilingly keeps him pinned with the heavy gun. Blood gushes from his deformed and traumitized anus.

- Any thoughts?

[hero141]

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[cdefan]

I love the dominance, both mental and physical, that Denise has over men. I also loved her use of the high heel and standing split.

I hope there's a "Part 2" to this where she really shows off her gymnastics.

[eldassi]

hi, Hero, happy to find you again, after your great stories on tvk

could I make some suggestions for making your story more pervert (if it is possible ^^)

[hero141]

Sure, go ahead. Denise is quite open-minded when it comes to treating her men.

[cdefan]

Sometimes it's the small details that I love the most in this story. Like how Denise can put her heavy machine gun against the wall while she toys with her helpless male victims, confident that no one can use it against her because no one else is strong enough to use it.

[cdefan]

Oh, and I'd love to see that machine gun come into action again, with Denise shooting down more helpless male victims.

[hero141]

Here's the next part. Suggestions are welcome!

And then Denise picks up the huge machine gun and keeps John impaled on the barrel, like a puppet-on-a-stick. The poor armless guy is in shock, but still able to experience how the cold steel of the barrel slowly moves upward inside his abdomen. He is delirious with pain--unimaginable, unendurable pain. A loud, hideous, endless cry escapes from his mouth, which is unnaturally stretched open, every muscle in his face drawn from the inhumane torture she puts him through. His brutalized body goes cataleptic, spasmically tightening around the gun, much to the undisguised pleasure of the gorgeous female hulk. John is beyond screaming now and regresses into the state Denise enjoys so much: past intelligible language, past prayers for divine intervention to remove him out of this living nightmare, past everything. Only pain. Excruciating pain. And her outrageously trained muscular body of course, cause of the pain. She flirtatiously addresses her captivated audience:

- Oooh, my cock in your ass feels so good, John. You're so deliciously tight... Are you still a virgin? Hahaha!

For Denise this is just ordinary play. It is just another useless prick who falls victim to her sadistic whims. It is poetry in motion to watch the ultra-feminine lines of her perfectly round, melon-sized boobs move along the pumped-up curves of her over-sized musculature as she rams the barrel further into his body. The rippling muscles in her huge arms bulge obscenely, veins snaking wildly under the perfectly tanned skin, her movements pushing the ultra-pumped mounds even higher. Her cannonball glutes shine magnificently in the dim light of the lifeboat, giving way to gorgeously stretched hamstrings and neatly cut diamond-shaped calves ending in the high and razor-sharp stiletto heel of her custom-made Louboutin ankle boots. A celebration, an explosion of orgasmic female muscle!

- Oooh John, I'm gonna cum... Can't hold it out any more... Gonna shoot...

Her long-nailed finger cunningly pulls the trigger and pumps two or three bullets in his ass. Despite there is only a couple of bullets fired, the damage to his body is devastating. No wonder: the machine gun Denise here practically uses as a handgun, is designed to protect ships from attacks from airplanes and battle ships--its firing power is tremendous! John's torso is simply ripped off from the waist on and blown to pieces in an explosion of blood and gore.

- Quite an explosive orgasm, wouldn't you think?

And then for the second time hell breaks loose. The loud rattling of her heavy machine gun starts off the brutal mass slaughter. Without mercy and with obvious pleasure--her beautiful nipples are hard as steel and blatantly erect--Denise fires thousands of rounds. There seems to come no end to her firing power and the heavy recoil is quite easily managed by the busty über-babe--the gun looks like a mere toy in her hands. This only shows how extremely powerful this female predator really is. With a body like this you own the world. Suddenly the rattling stops: it is the safety mechanism to prevent the gun's metal from melting, that puts an end to her vicious attack. From Denise's reaction you can see that this is not the first time the safety mechanism hampers the fun.

- This army shit is fuckin' useless! Colonel Marwick assured me it wouldn't fail. I'll feed him my clit. And then his fuckin' balls. Fuck, I'll make him suffer!

Meanwhile, the lifeboat is transformed into a sea of blood, limbs all over the place, bodies ripped and torn to gory pieces and destroyed completely. The busty bodybuilder has the reputation of spilling lots of blood before snuffing out her victims, but this is simply outrageous: the lifeboat is like a can of mangled human meat, the remains and blood of the passengers being scattered all over the lifeboat in a sea of blood 'n' guts. And within this red hell one man is still alive--covered in blood, traumatized, in shock, but very much alive: Ron Deyger. He cannot believe it himself--the level of accuracy and marksmanship necessary to single out one individual in this mass slaughter with a heavy machine gun is extraordinary at least.

- Hi Ron, I'm Denise. Nice to meet you again. If you wanna live, please come with me.

--

He is totally baffled and scared shitless. His face shows signs of the panic that is overwhelming him, but he obeys her command. They step out of the lifeboat and as they stand on the deck of the cruise ship again, Denise calls the captain to order him to lower the lifeboat into the ocean. That is the moment when Ron sees his chance and dashes away, his heart racing like a maniac, his legs carrying him as quickly as possible. It is not a conscious attempt to escape--if he was fully rational he would never dare to disobey a woman like Denise--, but this attempt merely signals the presence of some deeply engrained, unconscious instinct for survival. When he looks back over his shoulder, he sees how the curvy powerhouse is doing a series of back handsprings combined with aerial cartwheels at a speed that would put any Olympic gymnast to shame. And although Ron is not a bad runner himself, he proves to be no competition at all to Denise's sensational gymnastic skills backed up by her ludicrously muscular body. In no time the gorgeous bodybuilder is on top of him, keeping his arms pinned above his head, pushing her perfect tits into his face, wiggling her bubble-butt into his crotch. It gets him hard immediately.

- Oh my God! ... My almighty God... ... Who... What... are you?

Denise grins, her thick sensual lips parting in a confident smile. She really looks sensational.

- It does not matter what I am. You're the stupid fuck who is going to experience how good I am in my job. Someone paid an astronomic amount of money to kill you. And to make you suffer big time.

Denise dominantly pushes her left nipple close to his lips, touching his lips, teasing him. Ron can feel her arousal--her nipple is hard as nails!

- ... Oh please... No... Please... I'll... I'll... double the amount they paid you.

The gorgeous ultra-woman roars with laughter making her boobs shake sexily and showing off her impressive cobblestone six-pack.

- Oh Ron, don't be stupid. Do you really think it is about the money? At A.N.G.E.L. corporation we own more than half the world's economy. In the U.S. we own nearly 80 per cent. You think I care about a couple of million dollars--if that's what you are offering me?

The hope that lighted up in his face disappears as quickly as it appeared.

- You're pathetic, you know that? It's your wife.

Ron looks puzzled.

- My wife? ... What about my wife? ...

[cdefan]

I think that was the sexiest part of the story yet. I once saw a muscular woman shooting a machine gun in real life. She teased the guys around her after showing her skill and showing that her markswomanship and her ability to handle such a powerful weapon was much better than theirs. Denise slaughtering an entire boat full of helpless people who are completely unable to do anything despite outnumbering her by so many is so, so hot and reminds me of her.

I also loved the flick-flacks and cart wheels Denise used to catch poor Ron. I've seen some female cheerleaders do back handsprings that are so fast that they look like they can backflip faster than some men can run. She's not just a huge, unbelievably powerful muscle-beast, she's also an elegant, graceful, feminine, and ultra-fast woman who can outrun and out-back flip any man.

Lovely!

[eldassi]

hi hero141, thanx for the new chapters


maybe i have a problem with my email. I have no answers of you since more a month. Did you receive my lasts mails ?

[hero141]

Denise continues... Enjoy!


- Well, she paid me a fortune to do you. Your fortune. She's quite a piece, isn't she? She clearly works out.

Ron loves his wife, he adores her. She sure works out. She is addicted to weights! And it shows. And he worships her body which holds the middle between a physique competitor and a pro bodybuilder. He has seen her develop over the last year--and has encouraged her to do so through hiring the best personal trainers, nutrition experts and top aesthetic surgeons--from a gorgeous fashion magazine model to the big-titted muscle-beast she is now.

- ... She ordered you to kill me? ... That's a lie. ... A fuckin' lie!

- He he, it's not. She told me she was bored with you: never at home and when at home too tired to amuse or satisfy her: no sizeable cock, no stamina, no skill at eating pussy. She only loved your money.

Ron has always considered himself to be quite the sporty type, able to please his wife, but lately he indeed saw a change in her sexual appetites and behavior, a change that paralleled the muscular development of her sexy body. She became much more dominant, controlling him totally in bed, mocking him, sometimes not allowing him to cum... And Ron liked some of it: he loved the dominating beauty with the body to match, he adored her lush curves and pumped-up muscles, as well as her mindblowing pornstar skills. She was so fucking good in bed! It got a little too rough for him when she wanted to be on top all the time, riding him savagely for hours on end or insisted on ramming his ass with huge strap-ons. He simply could not keep up with her outrageous sex-drive and perverted fantasies. When he was at home, having sex three or four times a day was no exception and his body, however trained, was not prepared for the daily sexual assaults his ultra-athletic wife put him through.

She raped him on a daily basis. Hard and rough. Dominant and cruel. But what could he do? The heavy weight training and growth supplements had made her so fit, strong and aggressive that Ron was too afraid to say no. The one time he had had the courage to ask her to be gentle, his wife had chained him to their bed with his legs wide open, took off one of her sexy pumps and inserted the 7-inch stiletto heel in his cock while jerking him off! He still remembers the terrible pain and agony--the feeling his penis was going to be ripped apart or was about to explode--and he also remembers how she made sure he had full view of the muscular action in her arm, obviously showing off her nicely developed forearm with veins snaking in all directions and her upper arm with the prominent vein marking off her swollen, flexing biceps. Oh, the beauty of it! And then she started riding his face. This ordeal lasted for two long hours before she finally came: she had messed up his face, broken his nose, bruised and burst his lips, and he pissed blood for three weeks!

- I can see you're starting to get the point.

Indeed, some months ago, she had seduced him into giving her full access to his considerable fortune by promising she would behave like the perfect housewife and be a whore in bed. It was like a fantasy come true to Ron: she became less demanding and treated him more gently, she behaved more like a domesticated dominatrix so to speak. Her dress-code inside the house changed from sexy to outright slutty, always showing off the ample female flesh of her spectacular boobs or her sexy bubble-butt, putting Ron into a state of quasi-permanent arousal. And she was all too eager to provide him pleasurable relief by sucking or jacking him off whenever he wanted it--her oral skills were mindblowing! Tit-jobs, foot-jobs, muscle-fucks between biceps and forearm, or anal adventures were part of his weekly routine and he loved it! Just imagine having a crush on big-titted muscular women and you have one walking around your house in the most outrageously sexy outfits who is constantly crazy for your cock!

She had also lured him into this luxurious cruise, but only hours before departure she claimed to be seriously ill--apparently she suffered from some nasty bacterial infection and could not take the risk of infecting him and other passengers. She insisted that he should go, although he did not want to at first. He wanted to take care of her, the love of his life, but she assured him she would be just fine and would try to get on the cruise ship with a heli as soon as she felt better.

- Oh yes, Ron, your wife really wanted something special for you. A personalized, custom treatment. After going through the portfolios at A.N.G.E.L., she insisted on having me and she wanted to meet me personally. Obviously drawn by the muscles and curves, but also by my track record--some call me Miss Torture in the business--she must have thought I was a good investment.

All the time Denise has moved her incredible thigh over his erect member, making sure he stays on the edge... Ron is just taking everything in as good as it gets. Denise continues:

- What a bitch, your wife! She told me she could have killed you easily herself, but she wanted something special... Oh yeah, and you should've seen the guy she was with: a muscle hunk, a stud! It was he who suggested to give you a chance.

- ... A... a chance... ?

Denise could see a sprinkle of hope in his face.

- Yes, a chance. I'm going to give you one hour to get armed and organized together with a couple of guys I picked from the crew and passenger's list. It's five of you. The four other guys are waiting in the gym. Go!

The huge bodybuilder gets up, grabs Ron by his collar and throws him in the direction of the hallway leading to the gym. He runs for his life, terrified of being chased again. This time the über-domina grins and calls the captain to order him to close all doors in the ship leading to the outside decks and get the kitchen personnel as well as the three chief masseurs to go to the captain's suite.

- Time to relax...

--

A gorgeous woman is lying naked on the massage table--obvously a bodybuilder, a huge, steroid-addicted she-beast--intensely enjoying the three pair of skilled male hands softly gliding over her monumentally wide and muscular back, carefully massaging her unreal muscle-mass. They have never touched a skin as perfect as this, never felt muscles as sculpted as these. From her thick neck and monumentally broad shoulders over her ridged traps and wide thick flaring lats over her shiny spine to her slim waist--slim if you consider her awesome muscle bulk!--over to her juicy,  orgasm-triggering bubble-butt and endlessly long, hyper-muscular legs shockingly cut and defined. The male hands skillfully worship the sexy Latina hotbod that is so utterly superior to anything they have ever seen before.

- It's a pleasure to serve you, ma'am. Our captain told us to treat you with great care. I've had quite a lot of people under my hands, but you play in a league of your own! You have the most fantastic body I've ever seen! Love it!

[cdefan]

Oohhhh...love it! Denise and Bethany never disappoint. As much as I love the scenes where they slaughter large numbers of helpless, cowering male victims, I'm also looking forward to the next part where Denise goes up against five armed men. Of course we know they'll be no match for her muscles, weapons training, hand-to-hand combat skills, speed, and gymnastic abilities...

Great work.

[cdefan]

Wondering how Denise is going to handle those armed men...

Will she use her gymnastics skills and superhuman speed to dodge bullets?

Is her muscular bulk so massive and hard that bullets won't do much damage to her?

Some combination of both?

Will she bring her huge machine gun into play again?

I can't wait to see Denise win yet another utterly dominant victory over male victims.

[hero141]

Some more... Enjoy!

A gorgeous woman is lying naked on the massage table--obviously a bodybuilder, a huge, steroid-addicted she-beast--intensely enjoying the three pair of skilled male hands softly gliding over her monumentally wide and muscular back, carefully massaging her unreal muscle-mass. They have never touched a skin as perfect as this, never felt muscles as sculpted as these. From her thick neck and broad shoulders over her ridged traps and wide thick flaring lats over her shiny spine to her slim waist--slim if you consider her awesome muscle bulk!--over to her juicy, orgasm-triggering bubble-butt and endlessly long, hyper-muscular legs shockingly cut and sharply defined. The male hands skillfully worship the sexy Latina hot-bod that is so utterly superior to anything they have ever seen before.

- It's a pleasure to serve you, ma'am. Our captain told us to treat you with great care. I've had quite a lot of people under my hands, but you play in a league of your own! You have the most fantastic body I've ever seen! Love it!

One of the masseurs, Pat, a good-looking African-American who clearly works out too, feels pretty confident next to Denise. He had noticed her on deck before--it's hard not to notice a ravishing big-titted, scantily-clad muscle-hulk on a cruise ship! When he was taking a break from his duties on board a couple of days ago, he saw her flirting with a couple of guys in the swimming pool. Showcasing her shapely muscular physique in a super-tiny white string bikini barely covering her alluring, perfectly tanned flesh, he saw her talking to them, flirtatiously licking her lips, showcasing every sexy rock-hard inch of her über-body. He could not think of anything soft on that huge, pumped-up body, except for her thick sensual lips that immediately got you into vivid blowjob fantasies. Pat could see she had them really excited. Besides, everyone around the pool was mesmerized by her muscular beauty and she just loved the attention...

When she was sure the whole crowd was looking at her and aroused to the max by her lush curves, the busty pin-up slowly took off her bikini top and exposed her shiny wet boobs. She ran her right hand over her fabulous tits, sensually massaging them, showing off how big and busty she really was. Denise was a walking paradox: she easily outclassed every male pro bodybuilder in terms of muscle size and definition, and yet surpassed any porn-star or supermodel in terms of curvy sexiness, erotic appeal or female beauty! Her orgasmic boobs are an important part in this equation: a sexily protruding, firm double-D, surrounded by a wall of muscle, nipples always hard as nails--indicators of her quasi-permanent state of extreme sexual arousal, horny as hell, always fit to fuck! And then Pat could only admire how this gorgeous female elegantly dived into the water and with a couple of powerful backstrokes quickly covered the 10 yards distance between the men and the pool border and back again. Wet muscles in motion and naked big tits as a bonus: simply beyond sexy! Pat came in his pants, hard and uncontrolled, just like half of the men around the pool.

When she got back to the men and rose back out of the water, her 6'5" and 365 pounds of glistening wet muscular splendor towered intimidatingly sexy over them. The sun shone on her wet body, the outrageous definition of her hulking muscles became blatantly visible. Probably the other half of the men around the pool now wet their pants. In the presence of this overwhelming powerhouse, the men looked frail, petite, their heads level with her big boobs. With a smile she pushed their heads closer to her chest and forced the men to worship and lick her erect nips, much to the discontent of two women--their wives apparently--who were lying next to the pool enjoying the sun. Their wives were furious, but the busty nympho could not care less. "Want me to stop, guys?" Pat could not see exactly what she did because it all happened below the water surface, but he could see by the look on the men's faces that her hands were performing absolute magic and that they did not want her to stop.

She exclaimed mockingly: "It's too hard to stop now!" leaving no doubt about what the 'it' referred to. Pat's curiosity got the better of him and he came a little closer (hiding the wet spot in his training shorts as much as possible). He could hear her whisper as an aside to the two guys: "I've been fuckin' wet all day. I crave for a couple of good cocks! Your boners wouldn't do the job. Pathetic! I think I wouldn't even notice it whether you're in my slit or not. Hehe!" She was simply milking them in public, expertly jerking them off, brutally pumping their cocks for minutes on end probably long after they came in the water, ruining their craved-for orgasm. Pat noticed how the expression on their faces changed from utter bliss to outright agony: punishing them in public, humiliating them for lack of size. What a beast!

She left the poor bastards in a state of shock and arrogantly strutted back to her chaise longue next to the pool-house--the best spot on the ship. Normally nobody dared to take her place but apparently it was occupied by an unknowing, elderly guy now lying on his belly. Pat could just see how she reached down, her left hand grabbing his hair, her right hand his crotch, forcing two or three of her long-nailed fingers through the material of his Speedo straight into his ass, and easily lifted him from his chair. Not prepared for anything like this, the man startled and screamed in terror. "Worm, this is my spot. I do not remember giving you permission to be here." Few people noticed how her pumped-up right forearm suddenly exploded with muscular movement and this could not mean so many things--a harrowing, high-pitched cry escaped from his mouth confirming both cause and effect of her flexed forearm. And suddenly he found himself flying over the rail and he smacked down hard five decks below--some 30 yards from where he had been lying--face down, bleeding profusely from his asshole. Dead silence around the pool. Pat later heard from the surgeon on board that the man will recover from the numerous broken bones and ribs, but that he will never again be able to pee without pain or fuck normally: with uncanny accuracy and minute precision his prostate and parts of the abdomen had been destroyed--she surely knew her way around a man's asshole! Holy God!

- Thanks, Pat. You look great yourself. And you certainly know how to please a woman. Your hands are awesome.

The man's face brightens. This woman is a dream. He has dated muscle women before, but none as muscular as Denise. All of them were beautiful, but none as gorgeous as Denise. All of them loved to show off the fruits of their hard work, but none had the exhibitionist streaks of Denise. Most of them were kinky in bed, but none were cock-crazy nymphos like Denise.

- Thanks! If you have any other requests...

- Well, as a matter of fact, I do, but it may sound a little weird...

[hero141]

Rules changed on Saradas, so all karma is appreciated! Thanks for waiting, guys... 

As she slowly arches her wide back to get up, she exposes her magnificent bolt-on tits for all to enjoy and worship, knowing all too well the arousing effect her melon-sized globes have on men. An obvious double-D, Pat's heart skips a beat: holy fuck, what a rack! What a fucking rack! The three men have been hard from the moment their hands touched her flawless skin, but now that she is starting to show off the real goods, they are pretty close to wetting their pants.

- Look, guys. You have been so sweet and I can see you love your job. I'll be honest with you: I'm soaking wet and I haven't fucked seriously for more than a week now. I want you to experience that I built this body for sex and that I'm unbelievably good at fuckin' men's brains out! I've fucked ten thousands of men and I know every on-switch and trigger on a man's body. What do you say? By the looks of your dicks the answer is simple. Hehe...

The three guys feel how their blood keeps pulsating and jolting in their erect cocks. This intimate encounter with this drop-dead gorgeous über-woman, this huge, roided and pumped-up muscle-monster simply drives them crazy. And then comes this proposal! Of course they want to have sex with her. Who wouldn't? The look on their faces reveals complete astonishment. And arousal. They are so horny they are almost literally drooling over her magnificent hotbod.

- Just think about it for a moment. Oh, and close your mouths, you'll let the flies in... I'm going to put on something for the occasion. Don't worry: it won't be much. I hope you like it kinky!

Agile like a cat Denise jumps from the massage table, her unbelievably hot body is slick and shiny from the massage oil it has been rubbed in with for the last ten minutes. The men are in absolute awe at how every inch of her physique is covered with layer upon layer of thick, deeply cut, well-defined muscle. This is by any standards the most sexy and intimidating body they have ever seen! A series of elegant back handsprings leads her to the door opening... She smiles warmly at her audience, which is totally overwhelmed by so much display of power, strength, elegance and beauty.

- Get undressed if you like what you see. There's some coke over there on the table. It'll get your mind going and it'll make sure your cock will last long enough. You wouldn't want to ejaculate the moment my lips touched your dick to suck it, now would ya? You want to experience how I suck you into oblivion!

For one of the guys this explicit forward talk is too much and he wets his pants--a huge wet spot becomes visible in his pants.

- Oh yeah, that's another good idea: jerk-off a couple of times so that you last longer. I hate premature cummers. I tend to react rather nasty to them... You don't wanna know.

With that message she disappears in her dressing. The three masseurs stare for one moment at each other and then frantically start to undress themselves. They are all well-groomed, well-trained fitness instructors as well and this shows: beautifully built, muscular male bodies. Pat's bodybuilding background gives him a couple of inches head start but the others are beautifully built and well-proportioned too. It is obvious that there is for more than $10,000 of coke on the table and they eagerly snort a couple of lines each. They very quickly feel the euphoric high coming, their alertness rising sky-high, multiplying every sensory experience with a factor twenty.

And then Denise reappears in the door opening wearing custom made black leather Bootylili ankle boots from Louboutin (the stiletto high heels have been customized into a stunning 7"!), a shiny black thong and shiny black leather work-out gloves with leather straps around the wrists and a large opening on the back of the hand showing-off her knuckles... For Denise to dress up is all about shiny, black leather and showing as much skin as possible--social norms or codes are only there to be violated. Coke and Denise in battle-gear is an explosive combo: the three men get harder and bigger than ever! You can see their cocks literally throbbing in anticipation for the dominant alpha-female. Huge amounts of blood is pumped into their magnificently big erections!

- I can see I chose well: nothing fucks better than a hard, fat, veiny black cock!

Denise looks in admiration at their throbbing 8-inchers, Pat's tool is standing rigid at an impressive 9 inches!

- This is going to be a nice fucking cruise. Let's play, boys. I wanna drown in jizz!

To show off her mind-blowing flexibility and total mastery over her own body the busty chick does the splits which she very slowly develops into a straight-back handstand--her pussy leaves a moist spot on the ground for all to enjoy! That's just to show how horny she is. Then she starts doing push-ups, pumping her broad shoulders, making her swelling arm muscles dance in a plethora of sinewy power, an abundance of buff, blood-engorged brawn. When she opens her legs, the men see an invitingly wet pussy with a big clit that craves for tongue action.

- Come, boys. Eat me!

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The large television screens in the gym show the captain of the ship speaking silently to the camera--almost whispering. He speaks with great authority, yet he is anxiously looking around him. The three crew members together with George DeLallo are carefully watching as the captain explains that he is held hostage by a group of terrorists and that they have to try to neutralize them as well as to get him free from the bridge. They are his only chance. All other passengers have been evacuated from the ship. Suddenly the screen goes blank and the men stare at each other in bewilderment.

- Oh fuck, this is serious... What can we do? We must try to free the captain. Come on guys, you should know: are there any weapons on board?

George DeLallo, an engineer from Pennsylvania, takes the lead. The crew members, lower ranked shipmates, sure want to help but are in no way able to.

- Come on, guys. Think! This is serious. Without firearms we don't stand a chance against an armed gang of terrorists.

Suddenly the main door to the gym opens with a big noise. All startle in terror as they see Ron Deyger stumbling in, shouting like a maniac, raving and screaming incoherently.

- She's after me, the bitch! ... She'll kill me! Fuck, she'll rip me apart... Run for your lives!

Fear is writ large on his face. Fear that is mistaken for aggression and without much hesitation from the part of George and the crew members, Ron Deyger is hit several times with barbells and dumbbells, whatever they can find, immobilizing him, hitting him unconscious.

- Fuck, who's that? One of the terrorists? A passenger? We cannot be too sure. Tie him to the frame there. We'll wait until he regains consciousness and see what he has to say. Let's make some weapons from whatever you can find here. We must be prepared.

A couple of hours later Ron is still unconscious and the men are getting more and more nervous.

- Let's explore the ship and see where these fuckers hide. What do you think?

George DeLallo's idea is met with enthusiasm.

- Yeah, let's make two teams and have a look around. We know our way around the ship. Leave the sucker tied. He won't be able to move a muscle. I know how to make knots... Hehe. Let's report back within half an hour.

- Make it an hour and we're off.

They agree and off they go.

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- Hi captain. Were you expecting me?

- Holy fuck! Denise...

Instinctively the captain backs away from the big-titted über-latina who is standing in the doorway of the bridge. The shiny black lycra bathing suit shows an awful lot of flesh, its halter top may not reveal any cleavage as it is cut high against her throat, a tiny string holding it around her neck, but its material is stretched taut over a swollen chest. Full and generous breasts jut blatantly, popping out on both sides of the halter top, looking just as formidable as her magnificent muscles. Who needs cleavage if you can expose your orgasmic curves like this? Her nipples almost pierce through the soft fabric! The part of the suit under the top goes down in a v-shape leaving the sides open and showing part of her eight-pack abs, the thong sitting high on her hips so that her back is exposed in its muscular glory. Her high-heeled knee-high black boots make her even bigger as she stands at an intimidatingly 6'7'': a superior predator ready to strike. His urge to inform the coastal authorities about the situation on board does not seem to be like such a good idea now. More like...: the worst idea ever!

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A little warning perhaps: the next part is very gory. If you're not into a busty muscle chick torturing a guy to death, then don't read on. The others: enjoy!  Oh, yes: and Karma is appreciated!

- For your information, cap: it took me ten seconds to slaughter the entire platoon of marines. My machine gun is so dependable--fucking bunch of lame sitting ducks having no cover whatsoever in their boat... But I wondered what brought them here... You may remember that I explicitly ordered you not to call anyone. And where I work, people tend to be extremely scrupulous in following my orders--they would do anything to be able to obey me. Anything.

The captain's face whitens. Fear is all over him. Shivers run down his spine. She raises her arms, running her fingers through her lush black hair. The purpose is quite obviously to show off her impressively peaked biceps, which leaps and tightens ominously at the movement: a massive, peaking boulder of beastly ultra-muscle, jacked to the max! With that kind of superior physique, who or what can stop you from doing or taking whatever you want?

- Aren't you glad to see me again, captain? Last time I fucked you senseless, remember? I'm sure you haven't forgotten what I said then.

Sure he remembers. How could he possibly forget his first encounter with this sadistic beauty? She killed one of his officers and then milked every drop out of him. And sure he remembers her horrific words, the terrifying fate for those who fail to live up to her standards. He knows he is dead. And he knows she will not do him quickly.

- Well, I spared the sergeant and the lieutenant and had a nice little chat with them. They would know who called for their help. At first they acted tough--they had their military honor they said--, but when I pushed the serge over a table head-first, ripped off his clothes to expose his white ass, pried my index finger in and wiggled my nail in his asshole, they started to react the way I like it: the serge screamed his lungs out, the lieutenant started begging for mercy. That's when I forced my hand in and pushed my fist deeper, making space for my arm. Oh, how I enjoyed tearing his virgin asshole apart, the ripping and tearing sounds of anal muscles giving in to these spectacular babies is every time music to my ears... Both cried like sissies and pleaded me to stop. They told me everything, cap. Everything I wanted to know, every fucking little detail and more.

The captain stares at the mighty forearm she just showed off and tries to imagine how this jacked monster can possibly enter a human ass... It's beyond huge, but then again, this woman is beyond fantasy too. He has seen her in action, so he knows to expect the unexpected. Denise enters the bridge and sensually struts like a bikini-competitor on stage towards the captain, who knows he is doomed. He pisses his pants.

- I know what you think, captain. And yes, I'm an evil bitch. An ultra-fit evil bitch. You know, I have quite a reputation in the business, cap. People cower in fear and crawl in total submission when only my name is mentioned. At business meetings, negotiations or interrogations simply saying that they'll call me to deal personally with the case and 95% of the partners quickly agree with the terms we propose. The five per cent dumbasses who prefer to deal with me personally, get more than they bargained for, snuffed against my chest or crushed between my legs.

A little movement of her index finger is enough for him to know that he has to strip naked, an order he immediately obeys, fearing the wrath of the big-titted bodybuilder towering over him. When he pulls off his wet pants, she grins wickedly, in utter disdain.

- Only piss left? No sperm to share?

She is so close he can smell the alluring scent of her delicate perfume and almost sense the shiny oil she has been rubbed in with. He averts his eyes in submission, hoping for some kind of mercy...

- And you know what, cap? The sergeant and the lieutenant were very clear. And I had no reason to suspect they were lying. Would you lie to someone who is brutally fisting you, tearing your virgin ass apart? But I'm a pro and I wanted to be absolutely sure they didn't tell me no lies, so I pushed my arm deeper into his body, slowly tearing him apart, ripping him open asswise. By the time I got my upper arm into his ass, wearing him like a long glove, he was bleeding profusely, hardly able to utter a word. Then I grabbed a couple of ribs from the inside--I love it when my beautifully polished nails rip through flesh and appear again on the outside--and flexed my arm muscles into a biceps pose, breaking his backbone plying him the 'wrong' way. His pelvis simply exploded, guts oozing on the ground: having nearly 30 inches of rock-hard biceps stuffed up your ass is no shit!

Denise suddenly grabs the captain's balls and gently, tenderly massages them. He flinches at her sudden touch, but soon she has him aroused and hard: the expert handling of his testicles and the perfectly manicured long nail of her index finger scratching his scrotum are enough to get him near orgasm.

- You should have seen the pathetic lieutenant pissing and shitting his pants while I assfucked his serge and emptied his torso through what was left of his ass and abdomen. Hahaha! The lieutenant needed no further incentive to confide me file numbers, secret codes and escape routes, etc. Oh God, he tried so fucking hard to save his miserable life. I promised him I wouldn't kill him. Loved the expression of relief on his face to be left alive--he nearly kissed me...I ordered him to lick the sergeant's blood and guts off my arm... ... Oops, captain, from what I feel, you do have some jizz left...

Before he is able to cum, Denise pushes the long nail of her index finger slowly and carefully into his cockhead. The captain screams in pain at this brutal insertion, his hands trying to push away her ultra-muscular arm, but he might as well having tried to push away the pyramids: his hands meet rock-hard, pumped-up, ballooning muscles, dense and defferentiated, rippling with raw female power, veins beautifully snaking under her shiny, sun-tanned skin. One arm easily carries more muscle than his entire body.

- I know you can't resist me. Nobody can. As you can see, I'm specialized in pleasure, cap. But also in pain. And don't you agree that pain is under-rated? I'm trying to give pain a more prominent place in people's lives. Restore its importance.

Denise pushes his head against her big chest. His cheecks touch the shiny black lycra stretched over the flawless flesh of her over-sized boobs which are sexily popping out of the sides of the halter top which is cut high against her throat. Her tits are simply fantasy material: big, round, firm, nipples always erect. Again he feels an orgasm approaching, but somehow the muscular dominatrix prevents him from cumming--he feels an extremely awkward and very painful pressure inside his shaft and at the base of it, clearly the result of some advanced knowledge of the anatomy of the penis.

- Pain is so complex and it remains under-studied--it comprises so many diffferent aspects like intensity, duration, awakeness etc. At A.N.G.E.L. I set up a cutting-edge research facility and we perform thousands of experiments on the human male to understand how pain works, how maximum pain levels can be inflicted without people going unconscious and missing the fun. Needless to say that the experimental treatments in the testrooms are beyond horrific--I'll skip the details but they would make dr. Mengele or any nazi-prick sick with disgust.

Suddenly the captain's world explodes. Denise's finger expertly slices open his sack and exposes his balls. He wails in pain. The busty sadist keeps him tightly against her superbly built body, trapped.

- Don't worry. I'm simply going to castrate you as part of foreplay. Nothing really nasty... 'Cause you won't be as lucky as the lieutenant. I kicked him to death. Slowly. With my bare feet. Making sure it hurt. At first, after each kick, he tried to get up and defend himself. Such a good sport. He yelled that I promised not to kill him. I told him I never negotiated with insects. And after two or three kicks, he kept to the ground, where insects belong. He had to, I guess, because I had broken both his legs several times--you could see the splintered broken bones sticking out at awkward angles. His groin took me ten minutes. It's my favorite male bodypart, you see. So sensitive! And my toes just know their way around...

With that Denise deliberately slowly crushes his testicles one after the other in the palm of her hand and pulls them out, breaking the little cords with which they are attached to his body. The captain simply collapses physically and mentally: it is impossible pain that overwhelms him. It is excruciating, like a fire destroying him from within. As a way of shutting him up, the busty powerhouse feeds him his balls, shoving them into his screaming open mouth! With one hand Denise keeps his jaws firmly closed, careful not to crush his jaws there and then, but you can see that her long nails dig deep into the flesh of his face and scratch the bone of his lower jaw, drawing more blood.

- Swallow, asshole. Be a man.

His whole being reacts in total disgust to eating his own balls, but still he loathingly swallows them in the hope it will save him from even worse. She throws her head backwards and starts laughing loudly.

- Be happy, captain, that you still have your cock. As for the lieutenant, he didn't. When I finally kicked in his face, his eyes kept looking pleadingly at me. As if I was going to show him mercy. I couldn't care less: I wanted to feel his brains splattering against my diamond-cut calves. I wanted to feel the sensation of his warm blood dripping over my ankles and sexy feet.

The captain, trapped in her vice-like grip, gags like a maniac, obviously having first and second thoughts about self-cannibalism, pleadingly looks into the beautiful dark eyes of the gorgeous bodybuilder only to meet the ice-cold gaze of the sexy sociopath in total control.

- They didn't taste that bad, now did they?

- ... Ooo... aaah... ... Oh... ... Oh God... Oh my God... ... Please... Please, Denise... I'm... ... s... s... sorry... Please... Please... Don't kill me...

- Well, few people would reserve 'killing' for what I have in store for you. I'm going to attach you to the wall and fix every bodypart so you won't be able to move a muscle. I will put this large mirror here in front of you, so you'll be able to see every nasty detail of my actions as well as your reaction. First, I'm going to skin you alive, starting with pulling the skin off your face, so you'll see what an ugly son-of-a-bitch you really are, certainly when I will proceed ripping the skin off the rest of your miserable body. Then I'll focus on your penis. You will be able to witness how I peel off the skin and put a condom around your cock filled a chemical that slowly dissolves flesh. Don't worry: it's a very small condom specifically designed for this chemical and it will stay around your little, flaccid penis until it's finally gone. Isn't that amazing?

Denise fastens leather straps around his head, arms and legs. They are so tightly secured that at some places they tear through his flesh, keeping him wide-legged against the wall, his arms high above his head. The only thing he is able to move are his eyelids.

- One thing captain. My research at A.N.G.E.L. has identified a couple of centers in the brain where pain is managed and processed. I've developed a technique that stimulates and triggers these centers in such a way that you'll experience intense pain for hours on end without going unconscious and still able to register the extreme pain peaks from the skinning and the other stuff I'm going to put you through. I've done it before, captain, and the results are amazing. The sample of men I tried it out on, went completely crazy, totally lost control, most of them got major brain overload, started babbling incoherently and started wailing of course, some pissing and shitting... All of them died hours later in total agony.

With that Denise pushes her orgasmic breasts in his face while her fingers dig in his skull, deforming it and crushing it only superficially. And then suddenly an inhuman cry escapes from his mouth, muffled at first in her bosom, but soon echoing through the ship.

- That's the spot I was looking for. Let's play, captain!

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(to be continued)