A Whole Lot Of Men Are Overwhealmed By Some Gorgeous Curvy Celeb Babes
By Groinkickgirl
 

  "I want those escaped captives caught and returned to our dungeons"
said the large-bellied general through his moustache. "Our six escapees,
Melinda Messenger, Liz Hurley, Suzanne Sommers, Joss Stone, Avril
Lavigne, and Shannen Doherty, must be captured at all costs, and so must
ALL their accomplices. Got that?
 
  "If you either fail to capture them, or put so much as a scratch or a
dent in any one of them, I am throwing you to Princess Angelina Jolie's
crocodiles, now do I make myself understood?" -
 
 "Yes sir" replied the chorus of 275 castle guards, neatly lined up in
rows of 25 and filling up the courtyard. The general wanted his escaped
captives back so bad that he was sending each and every guard,
soldier and helping hand he had out to catch them. They had to act fast,
or else it would be too late. At present, the girls had no more than an
hour and a half's head start on them, so they could easily catch them,
before they can make it back to civilisation, plus the tide was on their
side. The guards knew this, and were keen to get their captives back
where they belonged, in confinement and under surveillance. "Now spread
out and find them!"
 
  How the naughy girlies had managed to fool and overpower seven guards
in making their escape, leaving each one strangled and with a dirty panty
in his mouth, was beyond them. They were only slender little girls after
all, in no way capable of overpowering a man.
 
  The troops set off, in three directions at first. It was a foggy day.
Angelina Jolie was in the upstairs bathroom, having a bubblebath with a
huge heap of bubbles and some large soft silken white sponges, thinking
fond carressive thoughts, pouting and watching through the window as the
guards set off in pursuit of the escaped women.
 
  "Look here" said one of the foremost, spotting a scarf and a pair of
designer glasses by the side of one of the paths. "See these? They
clearly belong to the escapees, the tiny silk blue-and-white scarf
belonged to Shannen Doherty, who usually wore it around her neck, and the
shades belong to Liz Hurley, who normally wears these above her
forehead."  
 
- "he's right" came the reply -   right then "Conve-ERGE !!!", the three
hoards of troops all converged into one path, as they kept on marching,
their sights set on the clear goals they had been set.
 
     The path snaked around a large rock, circularly, around the left of
it. It was very foggy around this rock, and the men suspected that the
girls were sheltering in there. They were very keen to find the girls and
get them back again.
 
   Having found evidence that the girls had gone this way, and knowing
that this path leads to an underwater crossing to the mainland which due
to the currents is only accessable during low tide (and it was still high
tide now!), gave the men a lot of confidence. They were sure they would
find the vixens, and were looking forward to giving them a good telling
off for running away without permission, and maybe even see someone give
them a spanking for being naughty, chuckle. They were also looking
forward to seeing their seductively pretty faces again. 
 
  It did not occur to them that their orders had been so restrictive
that, if the girls put up any resistance at all, it might require a lot
of men taking quite a beating before they could expect to capture the
girls by putting their arms gently around them and cuddling them into
captivity alone. Neither did it occur to them that Princess Jolie might
have been exerting some influence on the General, and that was why - he
must have promised her nobody would put a forceful finger on the girls. 
 
   They had with them five section leaders - these had enough power to
rat on anyone using excessive force to capture or transport the girls
back, but not sufficient power to override the general's orders, should
true force be required.
 
   275 soldiers were now walking in rows of 10 into the fog, around the
rock. The distance between the frontmost and backmost was probably no
more than 200 footsteps, as they marched on. This means that the front
half of them could all see more or less the same.
 
    Most of the men were on the brink of arousal, just for thinking
themselves to be about to spot these naughty ladies. They knew that, had
it been low tide, which the girls could not have known as they did not
even see the moon from where they had been kept in the dungeon, the girls
could easily have escaped to the city and beyond. This way, they were
sitting ducks, soon to be grabbed by dozens of eager male hands. And the
men had brought along more than enough manpower to do the job and earn
high praise from the General and his Princess for doing so. Little did
they know that the Princess was not supporting the men on this mission,
in fact she had other plans.
 
   It was VERY foggy now - the men were touching the guy in front of them
on the shoulder now, just to keep from bumping into each other, and to
know that they were not alone and need not be afraid. There was not one
man there who did not want to be part of this mission. Just the thought
of being able to make some form of physical contact with the six gorgeous
escapees on the way back was more motivation than any of them needed.
They wanted these girls, and they did not mind a bit of a struggle, as
the "girl action" was quite nice really (oh for some physical contact
with these damsels - they longed for it ever so hard!). This was going to
be a lot of fun, they thought. Little did they know what was in store for
them.
 
"Halt. ... HAAAHHHLT!" the convoy stopped, as the frontmost men had seen
something in the nearby oasis of flowers of every colour. It was none
other than Britney Spears, in her bikini, along with Jennifer Anniston,
Suzanne Sommers, Joss Stone, and Avril Lavigne. All five looked gorgeous,
and were kind of "swimming" knee-deep and merrily in the lagoon, not a
care in the world. How odd that they did not seem frightened. Maybe they
were not expecting an army of 275 men to be sent to capture them.
 
  "So it was you, Jennifer and you, Britney, who had come to our castle,
overwhealmed six guards and allowed our captives to escape!" screamed one
of the section sergeants. "Do you know how much trouble you're in?" he
asked them frankly. - "No. Do you?" they replied in kind. Totally
baffled, the men said things like "oooooh!", "miaow!", "my, my" &
"they're gaggin' for it".
 
   The section heads were thinking about how to word their orders, and
how many men it would take to sudue the girls, when they noticed
something. There was a second patch of grass further along, which also
somehow seemed well lit, fully visible and fog free, in which a further
seven girls were sitting in their best red, blue and white evening
gown outfits, which matched the flowers surrounding and overhanging them,
and revealing long perfect legs, seductive eyes and feminine curves. It
was Melinda Messenger, Liz Hurley, 2x Atomic Kitten, Cameron Diaz, Lucy
Liu and Shannen Doherty. Wow!
 
   They were sitting in a circle, facing anticlockwise, and each was
massaging the one in front of her. One hand was rubbing her back, the
other was, well, appeared to be playing with one of her breasts. The men
were all stunned and speechless.
They could not believe what they were seeing. 
 
    "Just take a look at that, boys" - "Wow!" - "Amazing" - "Ravishing" -
"yummy" - "kind of makes you want to go easy on them" - "I know".
 
   "Hey! Girls! Will you come easy, or are you going to put up a fight?"
 
   "What, just give in? To you? Without a fight?" replied Lucy Liu.
 
   "Not likely" said Cameron Diaz.
 
   "The next time you see me in a dungeon ..." said Liz Hurley, "is when
I torture and kill the General".
 
  All the boys laughed, smiling at the thought of seeing Liz Hurley
torture the nasty general, what a fantasy come true that would be! But
they had come here with a job to do.
 
   "Alright then, girls. You leave us with no other option, ... but I
warn you, this could be painful"  - All seven plus five girls replied in
unison "we kno-o-ow!"
 
   "And we hope you boys don't mind, boys, ..." said the other two girls
from Charmed, plus Nicole Kidman and that brunette from the Bewitched
movie, plus the curly blonde Cupid Serendipity from that spellbinding
episode of Xena, Cher, plus I dream of Jeanie, all standing on a cliff
ledge high up with their hands on their hips, looking great
and overlooking all the men, who suddenly turned to look and see them
standing up there, with mischievous smirks on their faces, "if we put a
girly little spell on you all!" - the men felt humilated, but were still
keen to see what was going to happen next, and whether they were going to
get to put their hands on the girls in the lagoon and in the flowery
lawn, which they really wanted to do.
 
   The next thing they knew, the men noticed ten ladies swinging on
ropes, toward them. It was none other than Kate Moss, Elle Mc Pherson,
Drew Barrymore, Sophie Ellis Bextor, Sheena Jungle Princess and all five
spice girls, all in their best performing outfits, make-up, pezzazz,
determination, hair, features, curves, the lot! And they were now
swinging towards a cluster of men, who stood, captivated, seduced,
hesitant, and under orders to be gentle.
 
    They girls continued they rope-swing, leg first, heading toward the
men. The men were starting to realise what kind of spell they had been
put under - the kind that makes them move in slow motion, appreciate and
celebrate all that the beautiful girls achieve, and unable to duck or do
anything meaningful but drool and gaze.
 
   Needless to say, the ten girls all swung into the midst of the men,
kicking three men in the face each as they passed trough, unleashing a
whole lot of Girlpower, Feminine Charms and Flower Power on the men,
felling the three they had kicked onto their backs, before landing on a
fourth, using them to break their fall, arms wrapped around their heads
and shoulders and landing in such a way that makes the men absorb the
full impact of the landing. Incredible!
 
   The 275 - 40 = 235 men who were still standing, gazed in amazement at
the ten Spice Ladies who had just mowed a bunch of them over, the poor
fools were in love.
 
    "And now" said the seven bewitching beauties stood on the clifftop
"it's time" - the anticipation was so high you could cut it with a
knife ... "for round two of rope swing heaven".
 
    Just then, a further 15 beautiful supermodel-type ladies, all dressed
to impress and with smily, naughty looks on their faces, came swinging
toward them, clutching pink spandex ropes.
 
It was Billie Piper, Chantelle, Anna Kournikova, Xuxa, Little miss
Dynamite-ee-hee, Svetlana Vaidisova, the Bionic Woman, Linda Evangelista,
Clarissa who "knows it all", Jennifer Lopez
 and all five girls from Girls Aloud.
 
"The dance goes like this" said the witches - "as usual, boys, first the
three kicks to the face of three men - thump - whack - zonk - down they
go! and then the elegant dismount landing - clunk!" - "Fatastic, ladies,
well done! We give you 9.9 for this. Now let's see if the final lot can
top that: go final group of femmes!"
 
The Pussycat Dolls, Monica Seles, Katie "Jordan" Price, Kylie Minogue,
Xena Warrior Princess, along with Gabrielle and Collisto, Maria
Sharapova, the Relic Hunter, Chelsea Clinton, Heman's sister She-ra,
Oxana Bajul, Kelly from Married with Children dressed as "the
Verminator", Ginger and Mary-Anne from Gilligan's Island, and, of course,
Wonder Woman all came swinging toward the men fromn yet a third different
direction. "Let's see how many of the 235 Minus 60, That's 175 men! ...
you can fell in one swing, girls!"
 
   Believe it or not, a full 101 of them well felled, either with a kick
during the swing or by the dismount. Monica Seles gave out a trademark
"uhh" with every kick to the face; Xena went through a row of 19 men with
her swift succession of heavy black booted kicks; Maria Sharapova hit two
men in the face with a tennis racket while kicking two others over;
Chelsea Clinton held a newspaper which she used to whack a couple of men
in the face in passing and topple them over; Collisto decapitated one or
two with her sword, or was it She-ra, the details are a bit hazy; the
Verminator squirted five or six in one push and so melted their heads;
and Ginger and Mary-Anne used their legs ever so well! " And then the
dismount - go, get 'em, girls!" They landed on men who caved in
underneath them and provided a comfy landing mattress for the girls - the
crushing of the occasional male rib upon landing aborbing the blow, and
nothing more than half a hair or a tiny outfit fibre coming to any harm
by the girls. Oxana Bajul even had a freshly pulled out and dirty tampon
handy to stuff in the mouth of the man she landed on as a thanks and a
rememberance.
 
"That was a perfect 10! "said Nicole Kidman "At least!" added one of the
charmed ones.
"With all but 74 of them swept off their feet by our feminine charms."
 
"But now, boys" started Shannon Doherty from in the middle of the alley
of fallen men "it is time for your punishment - this is for wanting to
put your hands on us without our consent - you know the new post-feminism
laws, they are qute merciless I'm afraid and so this WILL hurt! - hah hah
hah". She punches the nearest still-standing man right fist to his left
cheek, an instant KO" - the seven witches all float down and start to
kick still-standing men hard in the balls. Then as they double over, a
knee to the face takes them down.
 
  "So 74 remaining becomes 59. Our spell has worked." said Shannen
Doherty. "Now step right up, girls, have some fun, teach them a lesson
about girl power, let's see what you can do. - And let me do the
countdown."
 
  The Pussycat Dolls approached one of the section leaders - he gulped -
then all four sent a boot into his head. He fell like a tree. "58"
 
   Monica Seles selects a target, pulls her fist back and sends it into a
man's nose, crushing it and taking him out. "57"
 
  Katie "Jordan" Price steps up to a slowmotionized soldier, grabs him by
the hair, pulls hum down toward her breasts, then all the way in, then
she pulls her bra over and behind his head, trapping him. Then she throws
her arms out to the sides, and as every action has an opposite and equal
reaction, even a blonde like her knows that, her breasts come together,
fatally crushing the man's head between them. She raises her arms in
triumph. A huge grin, proud of herself. "56" 
 
 Kylie Minogue reaches out and grabs a man by the balls, squeezes,
harder, harder.
A ball pops like a grape, then another. The man is a statue of pain and
silence. With her fingertips, she pushes him over by his forehead. Crash!
"55"
 
   Xena Warrior Princess jumps in the air, kicks a man in the face, he
goes flying into the lagoon, where he will probably drown. "54" Then she
grabs her chakram with one hand, a man's head with the other, and
slo-owly slices along his neck. "53" She waves to and kisses the crowd,
then lightly taps a man on his pressure point just under his neck while
passing towards the lagoon (where she will go and sit on man 54,
underwater, until he stops trying to struggle and breathe). Meanwhile,
man 52 gets the shakes and falls to his knees, then onto his face, dying,
only to get Gabrielle's stick shoved up his butthole. Ow! "52"
 
   Then Gabrielle and Collisto perform an elegant display of synchronized
Amazons,
first slapping their men, then kneeing them in the groin, then punching
them in the face, sending them flying. "51 ... and 50."
 
 Maria Sharapova still has her tennis racket, and she hits it right
through a guy's head - it was a section leader - and he ends up wearing
the frame around his neck, wabbling. She kisses his nose, then pushes him
over with her fingetips "bye bye" ... "49"
 
 The Relic Hunter cannot resist punching a man in the face, point-blank,
so hard that he hears bells ringing, and the distance between the front
and back of his head dwindles dramatically. Plomp. "48"
 
 Chelsea Clinton pulls out three more newspapers from her butt, and
shoves them down a man's chest, groin, and then face. Then she lifts one
leg up and push-kicks him by the face. He falls, beaten, and newspapered.
"47"
 
 Heman's sister She-ra lifts a man in the air and sticks her knee out.
She slams him down on her knee so hard that his back and spine breaks in
half. "46"
 
 Oxana Bajul pulls out another one of her patented "OB" brand tampons -
from her vagina, sticky - and pushes it in the mouth of her victim, then
closes his mouth. He sucks on it and his eyes look at her, begging for
mercy. But then Oxana grabs a motionless rope from next to her, pulls
herself up on it, revealing she is wearing ice skates, and kicks him in
the face with it, cutting him open with knocking him out. "Very clever,
girl - maybe the best one yet - 45"
 
  Kelly from Married with Children is dressed as "the Verminator", and
she loves to play the villain - she selects a victim, waves him goodbye,
all pleased with herself like the baby-bimbo she is, aims, and then she
zaps him. "44"
 
 Ginger and Mary-Anne prefer the delicate way. They put their arms
around, hug and kiss their surprised victims. "Phew" they think to
themselves "that wasn't so bad" - then Ginger pulls out a dagger from her
stocking and sticks it in her man's back, before letting him drop.
Mary-Anne's vistim looks at him fall, too distracted to notice that she
has her hands over his ears, stroking them, then grabbing them. Suddenly
she twists his head in a clockwise direction and he falls, beaten. "very
glamorous, you two" says Shannen "that'll be 43 and 42!"
 
  Melinda Messenger, Liz Hurley, and the 2x Atomic Kittens all enjoy
kicking balls, so they each choose a still-standing target, and start
kicking them in their balls, hard, again and again: kick! whack! thump!
pointy toed boot! thump! zock! kick! pow! - then men bend forward in
pain, are easily puches onto their backs by the girls' left hands, and
then the girls move in and step on their nuts, mashing them like grapes.
Then they do the same to their faces. "Ooh, what a gory mess, and those
skirts, ruined. Still, I give you 9.8 for style and grace - 41,40,30 &
38!"
 
   Cameron Diaz, Lucy Liu and Drew Barrymore, Charlie's Angels, show is
what they can do - Diaz punches her man in the face a hundred times a
second like a boxing ball, and it makes that noise too, while Lucy Liu
opts for the roundhouse kick to the face, and Drew Barrymore the direct
bend-your-knee-then-extend right into his face kick.
 
   "Fabtastic! A sexy girly 10 out of 10 for you! on males 37,36 & 35"
commented Shannen Doherty. She herself was standing on one of the rope
swing downed men, one foot on his guts, the other on his face, to get a
better view.
 
 "It is now time for Billie Piper, Chantelle, Anna Kournikova, and Xuxa
to show up how well tall slim blonde girls can kick men in the groin"
THUMP! "OOooohhhh." "And then in the face" WHACK! "uh" - plomp. "34, 33,
32 & 31 - See? I bet you guys thought this was going to be easy. It is!"
 
   Little miss Dynamite-ee-hee stepped up to a man an unloaded a left
fist, right fist combination that made him fall like a pile of bricks.
"30"
 
  Svetlana Vaidisova, the Bionic Woman, Linda Evangelista, and Clarissa
who "knows it all",
all followed suit with a right to the nose, then a left to the cheek, and
another right to the nose. "29, 28, 27, and 26" Shannen Doherty loved the
challenge of keeping count, and as she was the cleverest witch, it was
easy for her.
 
  "Looks like Jennifer Lopez wanted to do something different." She gets
her machine gun out from her "purely part of the outfit" gun holster and
pumped a hundred and forty holes into three men, who duly feel, beaten
and womanized. "I like your style, girl! 25,24,and 23"
 
  All five girls from Girls Aloud then lept in the air and kicked five
men in the head. They put so much "how dare you come out here to fondle
us" femme-fury into their kicks that the mens heads nearly came off and
went flying into a puddle at the side of the path. "You show 'em, girls -
22,21,20,19 and 18 - that means it's now 257 down and 18 left go - who
will do the honours, girls?"
 
Kate Moss made short work of her victim. She selected one who had groped
her at the market a week ago "eat this!" sending her fist deep into his
head, then letting him drop and giving a relieved and finally satisfied
deep breath "you have been avenged, pig!" "17"
 
 Elle Mc Pherson opted for a Buffy The Vampire Slayer dagger to the heart
of a man who she knew from his galnces at the market too. Stab! What a
relief. "Wow, Buffy would have been proud of that" ... "16 swines left to
fell, girls"
 
  Sophie Ellis Bextor made exaggeratedly catwalk strides over to a male -
he was standing stiff by the spell. She wrapped her hands around his
head, leaned forward, gave him a big elegant kiss on the forehead, so
tall was she, then kicked him in the nuts just when he was least
expecting it. She then pulled him towards the well, pushed him over it so
that his back was bending along the well wall, kicked him in his aching
gonads again. And then climbed on top of him, her butt has sitting on his
face on top of the well - he could only kiss it, while his lungs filled
with water. "Well done! The best one yet" he heard Shannen Doherty say,
"15".
 
  Meanwhile, back at the castle, Angelina Jolie was now sitting on the
bed, reading. Under her butt was the face of the general, struggling to
breathe. She could have killed him, but preferred to wait until the girls
arrived with their slaves (= all the ones who had not been killed), so
all could watch as she became Queen Jolie!
 
   Sheena Jungle Princess pushed a man up againstthe rocks and wrapped
her legs around his head. He was stuck there, and as she squeezed her
legs together, the man succumbed to her irresistible advance. "14"
 
   All five spice girls, now had their turn in the spotlight - they loved
showing off, and impressing the men, so Ginger Halliwell, wearing red
leather boxing gloves threw five face punches to fell her man "13 - it
was unlucky for him" Posh slpped her man's face, then got out her bottle
of perfume from her back pocket and sparayed - Ow! That was mace! then
she kicked him in the balls, followed by the face. he was down, but not
dead. "12"
 
 Sporty Mel C stood, her left bare-foot firm on the ground. With her
right, she kicked her selected soldier so hard, his jaw broke and most of
his teeth went flying. That determined look and those lashes were the
last thing he saw before he was K.O. "11"  
Scary Spice had a long pole vault, but it had a sharp tip and "no surely
she won't" ... "Please, no!" Stab! Deep through his body! Arggggh! "I
guess she does ... 10, oooh, it's kinda like a rocket's count down, isn't
it?" Hmm, grin. "Anyway, shut up Shannen, and let the girls' feet and
fists do the talking". Baby Spice impressed the crowds with a neat arm
drop and toss of her man - unfortunately for him, there was no ground to
land on. He fell down a deep cliff and exploded on impact like a
watermelon. "Looking gorgeous-ssss, Baby baby! ... Nine succers left"
 
   Wonder Woman threw her lassoo over a man, and while she was pulling
him toward her with her left hand, she threw her tiara at another. It
landed deep in his skull. He fell. "Eight"
Now the other man had been pulled in, so she could lift him up and throw
him high up in the air. He flew through the sky, the lassoo still around
his arms and waist and landed on a pointy bit of rock which impaled him
like a shishkebab. "That'll teach him! ... Seven left." said Shannen
Doherty. "Now let's see if I can take this safety pin out of my hair ..."
- she takes a while, laughs "hm, that was the hard bit. ... and spit it
at one of the seven remaining men." All seven gulp. She puts the pin in
her mouth and spits. .... Thoomp! It lands imbedded deep in a man's
forehead. He falls, beaten. "Oh well done me! Six left. Wow, girl!
 
   Britney Spears did not disappoint, as she chose a victim, extended her
long lovely right leg and kicked her victim in the face THOOMP! Then
again THOOMP! Then again THOOMP! Then again THOOMP! Then again THOOMP! He
fell lifeless after that. "Well done, Britney, I just LO-ove how that
spell keeps them up longer, get it? Five."
 
Dripping wet in her bikini for a multitude of reasons, along came
Jennifer Anniston, Suzanne Sommers, Joss Stone, and Avril Lavigne. Each
one chose a boy they quite fancy, pointed their five fingers towards them
as they approached, wrapped their hands around their heads, tightened the
grip, then with a thud! drove their knees into their victims' balls,
slapped them suddenly loud! Slap! around the face, looked at them with
disappointment as they have just discovered something bad about their
soldiers. "Well done, I appreciate the effort, with your coordinated
dance rountine, girls!" said Shannen.
 
  Then along came Angelina Jolie, the Queen-to-be, with a naked,
bleeding, wounded, kneeling man (the general), dragged behind her by a
long thin rope. She held a burning torch, and as she walked past, through
the line up, between the girls and their victims-to be, each one kissed
the air and blew it toward the men - the fire engulfed them, and two fell
dead instantly, having had the kiss of death, and the other two jumped
headfirst in the lagoon and then lay beside it on the beach, pretending
to be dead. "How do you like your captives now, eh boys?" said Angelina
Jolie. "Still looking forward to putting your greasy slimy hands on us,
boys?" said Avril Lavigne with all the fury of having been kept in that
dark and dirty dungeon with no access to nail polish.
 
"And for the last one", said Drew Barrymore, while walking toward him, I
saved up this:
The last man standing gulped. "I proudly present .... " she grabbed his
balls and squeezed.
"Pain, ... humilation," adoration for the girl and pride to be the last
one left mixed in him. "Payback time!" Then she squeezed harder, and he
fell to his knees, in front of Drew. She drew back her hand, open-palm
slapped him across his left cheek so loud that six echoes were heard from
the canyon bay, then put her fingertips on his forehead; he swallowed
again. Then she pushed him over and stood above him.
 
   "Ladies, start your face-grindin' ... let's see these pigs reALLY lick
and kiss our asses!"
With that each one of the girls selected a living and dazed male, stepped
over him, and sat down full-weight on his face. Only the Relic Hunter did
not join in. She preferred to grab and chuck all the remaining living men
who were not now buried in a fine lady's ass, and being humiliatingly
made to kiss it, onto one big pile of defeated males.
 
   "Observe" said Angelina Jolie, noting that only about 90 of the men
were dead, "these men had fought bravely, but in the end they were no
match for the ferocious might of femininity - they succumbed to our
elegance. And the nearly 200 living defeated men are now ours, and for
the rest of their lives: our prisoners, captives and slaves. They will
follow our orders, obey us, please us in every way, shape and form,
enrich my Queendom, and see me kill this pathetic beaten man, their
former leader, The General, in a celebration tomorrow, and bow down to
their new masters, or should I say mistresses.
 
 Well done, my girls. I am proud of you all. May you be served on
hand and foot (or foot on man). May your men expect to be punished
severely every time any one of the girls, the new castle residents,
decide a punishment is needed. And may we all live in pride and dignity,
except the men of course, from now on!"