The rapists punishment
By Jared  buttlicka2002@yahoo.ca 



The guards walked ahead of the chained convict, a 24 year old man convicted of
raping a woman. Egyptian rulers punished convicts by throwing them into arenas
with a pack of malnourished Hyena's or Lions. The event today was an
experiment; the rape convict had little idea of what was in store for him as
he walked to the execution ground. Egypt had been training several women as
gladiators that were handpicked by senior officials of Pharaoh, height and
bone structure being the criteria in the selection process. There were 9
female gladiators being trained, at different levels of skills. Latifah was
tall for a woman at 5'11" and had strong arms though most of her fellow
trainees shrugged her off as a fat, shy, soft-spoken woman. She looked every
bit her 36 years of age, carrying more than ample pounds on her body pushing
240 lbs. Her long robe-like gown covered most of her body, except her
forearms, her hips big and round. The arms were power packed, lined with
muscles just below the thick layer of fat but what most people missed was the
bone crushing thunder in her legs. Hidden from view under the robe, Latifah's
thighs measured over 30" in circumference, her calves 18" of muscles. Others
dismissed her feminine build as weak, rather suitable to fulfill household
chores, rather than be involved in blood sports. Her trainer, Ningmashi
thought differently, his attention drawn to her sturdy, hefty body. He was
impressed by how easily she crushed an apple in her fist; and how easily she
bent and twisted a metallic rod, a feat he felt most men were incapable of. He
was sure that training her with wrestling skills could decapitate opponents in
seconds but Ningmashi was excited to see her use raw unskilled power against a
male opponent. Latifah was chosen for today's event for this reason, her
opponent a slimly built rapist who appeared to be tired from several months of
rigorous imprisonment. While the officials scoffed at the idea, Ningmashi
insisted using a female gladiator to punish the male rape convict was a
fitting resolution to the crime.

The arena was an open round circle, 45 feet in diameter surrounded by seating
arrangements for men and women. The capacity crowd of 500 waited eagerly for
the event, the prospect of a female gladiator and a convict involved in a
"fight until death" scenario was too attractive to ignore. Most were skeptical
of the outcome after Ningmashi refused providing weapons for the fight,
bringing it down to a no rules, hand-to-hand physical combat. The pandemonium
increased with the sight of the chained convict walking inside the arena. He
looked up, all around at the people watching, his face emotionless unaware
that he was being pitted against a woman. His lean body looked weak from the 3
months of imprisonment, his shoulders hunched sagging his 5'7" frame. The
guards quickly unchained him and left him in the centre awaiting his fate. He
figured the woman entering the arena was probably an animal trainer, dressed
in an all black robe. When the crowd erupted in cheers, he looked confused,
unable to understand the sudden surge of interest from the audience. He saw
the woman lock the door behind her and walk over to him. The sudden impact on
the left side of his face came quick surprising him. He felt his face hit the
ground as the dust rose around him. Quickly on his feet, he stepped back
further away from his attacker, bewildered at the sudden aggression and the
force of the slap while the crowd around him grew noisy. They circled briefly
in the centre; when he lunged forward, Latifah grabbed his hair in one hand as
she delivered another blow to the convicts face, his lips split from the
impact. What ensued was a monumental struggle between the two, the convict
attempting to wrench her hands off his scalp, succeeding and losing a tuft
hair in the process. Their hands wrestled for control over each other, pushing
and slapping each other. In the moments that he caught her by her arms, he
found tremendous force weakening his grip as Latifah broke away and lunged
back at his face and neck. Her strong hands quickly caught him by the throat,
slapping and punching his face with the free hand. He felt his head spin with
each blow to his face while his hands struggled to break her choking grip on
his neck. Latifah lost touch with her environment, all she saw was a rapist at
the other end of her arm while her right hand bludgeoned his face into a messy
pulp. The loud noise in the arena was deafening, the crowd ecstatic at the way
Latifah was pummeling the convict. When he broke free, he ran his hands over
his face only to discover streaks of blood from his broken nose and split
lips.

He fought valiantly and aggressively, this woman he realized, was not
ordinary. The ease with which she plied his grip open was unbelievable; he'd
never expected the woman to be this strong. For the next half hour, Latifah
followed the convict all around the arena as he backed away each time she
progressed further. In one aggressive strike, he lunged for her neck while his
hand punched into her soft belly. He saw her grimace momentarily but felt her
powerful hand grip one of his wrists while her other hand smashed into his
solar plexus repeatedly. He felt more blows land on his face as ribbons of
blood sprayed on the sand. His legs weakened as he struggled to wrench his
wrists free from her iron-like grip. The blows hit his mid section again and
his legs immediately gave way as he fell down on his knees, exhausted and
dazed. He looked up at Latifah, his eyes swollen and partly shut; he felt her
hands grab hard at his scalp behind his head. His hands felt weak as they
clung loosely on her hips attempting to push her away. Latifah opened her
large palm and smashed it down with devastating force, flat on his face,
shattering the cartilage on his nose. The pain was excruciating but the
mauling continued; this time, Latifah held his head down with both hands and
drew up her knee, smashing it right into his face, blow after blow, as Latifah
repeatedly hit him. She felt her body shake with every hit, his head shook
violently in her hands as her fingers stayed rooted deep inside his scalp. It
was evident that the convict was powerless against Latifah's superior physical
strength, his body succumbing to her blows as his hands now hung loosely by
his sides. She stopped and let him sit on the ground while trying catching her
breath; she was sweating profusely from the exertion of chasing the convict
around the arena and wrestling him down. Latifah had prevailed and overpowered
him with a stiffly fought half hour struggle under the hot, humid conditions.
She watched his shattered nose bleeding profusely and then she decided to
finish him off.

In a change of tactic, Latifah came up behind the sitting opponent and pulled
his head back until he was facing the sky, then offering a rare glimpse to the
audience, she lifted her gown until the middle of her thighs. To everyone's
amusement, Latifah lifted her right leg and brought it over the convicts neck
until she stood with his neck trapped between her thick, white thighs that
exuded power and great strength. He felt the soft flesh of her thighs around
his neck, her ample buttocks covered under the gown inches away from his nose.
The pain was immediate as her quads pressed together crushing down on his
neck. With renewed energy and resistance, the convict fought back, clawing at
her partially exposed thighs, trying to pull his head out of the killer
embrace. To maintain her balance while the convict struggled, Latifah bent
down and crossed her arms across his chest, while doubling the power of her
scissor. He struggled to stand on his feet but Latifah's colossal body needed
a Herculean effort to move, forcing him to stay seated on the ground. In
mortal fear, he tried to get her to lose balance but the 240 lbs of fat and
muscle felt stone heavy on his already weakening body. His hands tried to pry
her legs apart in a futile attempt; her legs were clearly way too powerful for
his hands, no matter how much he tried. In desperate attempts, the convict
struggled in a frenzy of panic but Latifah maintained the powerful force of
her scissors around his neck, refusing to let go, her thighs swelling to
enormous proportions virtually engulfing his face. "Ahhhhhh....uhhhhh" a
painful, muffled plea escaped his lips as his life was slowly but surely
slipping away. Latifah held him down for the next few minutes, applying
sporadic jerks as her thighs clamped down on his neck. She felt his resistance
weaken gradually as his moans resembled a dying animal. She stood upright,
releasing her embrace on his ribcage and chest maintaining her balance and
slowly prepared to apply the most devastating force yet, one that would seal
the convicts fate once and for all. Crossing her legs at her ankles, Latifah
leveraged her muscular thighs together with bone-crushing strength, Ningmashi
watched as Latifah crushed the convict between her legs knowing that it was
only a matter of time now. Then in one sudden jerk, she stretched her legs,
crossing her ankles firmly. Her hands rested on her hips as she powered down
with all her might, this time she held the pressure for longer.
"Uhhhh...uhhh...glll..." muffled cries emanated from between her legs, the
convict's face caught vicious grip that could kill him in seconds. His hands
clawed at her thighs in one last attempt, he lost control of his bladder as
his brain began to shut down. The audience gasped as the convicts face
disappeared inside Latifah's gown under her mammoth thighs and hips. Latifah
crushed the mans face like a watermelon, his struggles ended almost
immediately as his hands fell loose by his sides signaling defeat. His face
not visible anymore, sunk between her tree trunk thighs, except for the back
of his head. He gave up as his nervous system ran amok, the dying neurons in
his brain flashing past memories...Latifah watched as his body calmed down,
his legs jerked and twitched as his life slipped away.

The audience watched aghast in bewilderment, the realization sinking in that a
powerfully built woman could as easily kill a man with little or no fighting
skills. They watched Latifah standing as she continued crossing her legs at
the ankles, applying enormous force on her half dead opponent. The brutal
force caused extensive damage to the convict's brain tissue as his skull
filled up blood from multiple hemorrhages, his lungs collapsed from lack of
air. His sense of perception had deteriorated very quickly as the supply of
blood to his brain was shut out, his head felt like it were caught in some
vice. He heard a faint crack in his jaw and somewhere in his skull before he
lost consciousness. Latifah felt the sudden loss of resistance between her
legs as the convicts jaws disintegrated under enormous pressure amidst soft
cracking sounds. Latifah held the dying man captive for the next few minutes
under the crushing power of her thighs, ensuring she had stifled out the last
bit of life from the convict's body. She finally released her grip as his
lifeless body dropped to the ground, his eyes bloodshot and face deep blue
from asphyxia, she saw blood oozing from his mouth, ears, eyes and nostrils.
Ningmashi watched as Latifah bent over to finish off the execution, she
grabbed the dead man's scalp and lifted his head until his body was sitting,
she then placed a palm below his chin and executed a brutal twist that snapped
his neck with a faint crack. Latifah pushed his body down until it fell with a
thud and walked away from the arena; satisfied she had demolished a criminal
with finesse. The ease with which she killed the man led to bewilderment and
shock, Ningmashi felt satisfied watching her finish off the criminal
reinforcing his beliefs. Clasping his hands together, he watched as Latifah
exited the arena, he had plans..more plans for her.