Homage sequels This sequel story is an adoring homage to one of the greatest stories of all time: The Game, to be found at https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/gj/game01.txt https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/dmaynard/sistas3.txt &http://www.chyoo.com/index.php/main.story.page/83106 Dear readers, This story is a work of lethal femdom fiction and any resemblance to characters living or dead, or situations mentioned herein are purely coincidental. Enjoy, Groincrushgirl The Execution Game in the House of ManWhore Wimps There were great screams and groans of pain and suffering coming from all of the 3,000 bedrooms of the converted super-hotel, the MGM Grande in Las Vegas. Business was thriving. The lobby area still gave clients a warm friendly welcome and still issued keys to the rooms, just as it used to. But now clients were not coming here to sleep, they were coming to sexually abuse, torture and sometimes wreck whichever man-whore wimp they select from the line-up. The clientele came from 9 main groups of young women: women who get horny and maybe have the urge to punch, scratch or squeeze a man during some part of the act of sexual passion; women who either have not had a boyfriend yet or maybe they have already met some men and used them up (to death) and they have sexual urges to satisfy; women who need a man to spend a lot of time pleasing her with his tongue and have not found a willing long-termer victim to be her partner for life; some women just come for punching practice, getting a very good rate here for a victim to repeatedly punch, wreck and break for her pleasure. It's good practice and it ups her undefeated streak stats; some women are so big that any man they get intimate with inevitably suffers a #^#^#pancaking' collapse under their weighty ass(es) or if it is a particularly muscular lady, any man who comes in contact with her gets crushed between their killer legs or succumb to their strong arms; other girls have pent up rage, an event-based hatred against men, or are maybe just having an angry day (We all get angry from time to time, and what's better, to take it out on the kids, or to get a specially designated punchbag boy? The latter, exactly). Other clients are women who have teenage daughters who they want to teach a few things to do with keeping their men in check to, or women who like to give orders and let men feel pain at their hands. The rate is simple: $40 for 1 man for up to 2 hours, $60 if the manwhore wimp is needed for any longer than 2 hours, open-ended. $65 for having 2 men at once (for example to sit on and pleasure herself on one man's face while punching the other's and swapping them over at half time). $40 is not doubled for several girls sharing one manwimp (as they often did, with one chick riding or kicking his crotch while another rides his face); and women who bring in a new manwimp through an accusation get a free session for each man they bring in. And most importantly, 50% of all these prices is returned to the client in reward if the lady client has served society by performing a disciplinary service to the wimp by either breaking at least one bone or finger, crushing a testicle, knocking out a tooth, damaging a lip, eye or nose, leaving a decent scratch line on his skin, or killing him in the act. Lots of publicity and websites such as www.rentaman.com www.tongueslavescom www.humanpunchbag.com www.wreckaman.com www.squashawimp.com www.crushaman.com and www.manwhores.com were doing a great job at bringing all the ladies with man-crushing or sexually abusive needs here to get their satisfaction. And men who had done anything nasty or cruel to a girl anywhere in the world were being brought in in their thousands by an efficient army of bigwomen for sentencing and a life as a manwhore pleasuring and servicing the lady clients. The big conference room was now a selection chamber in which all the men who were available for selection were kept until they were chosen for sexual services or use by a client or by a lady judge. And the super-casino has been fully converted into a new use: as a courtroom. There, all cases are ruled on within 4 seconds, hundreds of cases per hour, by harsh lady judges who sit on the faces of men from previous cases while swiftly deciding already after a few words spoken by the accusing girls, with no speaking in a man's defence allowed, the defendants were without representation and as they came in front of the lady judges, the accused men's faces were being sat on full-weight by the accusing girls who summed up in 2-3 words why the men were brought in. The verdict is always 100 kicks to the groin from the accusing girl while he is sat on by a lady judge and by other ladies of the court, followed by 4 hours of agony with the auto-butt-ramming device, and then a life as a manwhore wimp, to last however long it takes until he either he perishes while pleasing a woman or in the execution chamber if he falls fowl of any of the house rules, case closed. All the courtrooms in the country and beyond divert all their #^#^#male culprit, female victim and accusee' cases such as rape, domestic violence, gropers, stalkers, flashers, paedophiles, muggers, burglars, liars, love-rat cheats, shag-and-ditch man whores, murderers, kidnappers, people who rob shops carrying weapons, men who threaten or forcefully touch any woman in any situation, men who do not treat women with due dignity, men who refuse to pleasure a complete stranger girl on a bus with his tongue when she asks him to and many, many others. All accused males are brought in to this courtroom, as it has a good reputation for dealing appropriately (harshly) and efficiently (in an instant and at low cost) with these cases. The other day, the lady judges had just sentenced a nightclub bouncer for not letting a girl in; a stranger on the street for not agreeing to put his coat in a puddle for a lady in a sexy evening gown who was walking towards a red carpet event, a purse snatcher, and a school bully for threats he had made months ago, when something very very lucky, fortunate and nice happened: There was a peaceful demonstration of 36 males who were protesting against the one-sidedness of the trials, right outside the courtroom! Of course, it was not long before hundreds of court-hand ladies, executioners, lady judges, accusing girls and lady clients poured outside to grab and bring in all 36 men. They had already been found by the lady judges guilty before even being grabbed, and so it was straight into the facesitting, ball kicking and auto-butt-ramming chamber with all of them, in preparation for a life as a manwhore wimp servicing the ladies. Sometimes the lady judges get so excited about the fate of all the men as they give a guilty! verdict and then shout NEXT! every 4 seconds for hours on end, that their sexual juices erupt in waves of orgasmic girl-tsunami all over the faces of the unfortunates who they were sitting on the faces of at the time. And in the basement, the deadliest, most muscular of ladies in the world have been assembled and given high-paying and high-power and rewarding jobs in playing #^#^#execution games' in which all the manwhore wimps are dealt with, who have fallen foul of one of the many strict house rules. These ladies get to kill as many of the rule-breaker wimps as they like, in whatever way they like, and are doing society a favour. In summary, wimps tend to be sent to the execution chamber (which may tend to be lethal for them on their first visit there) as an immediate result of the evaluation forms that clients fill in after each visit. If a client has ticked any of the boxes suggesting there had been some disobedience, whinging (before, during or after), unkeen remarks, any behaviour which does not fully worship, compliment, respect and service the girl client, some instance of not treating a lady client right, forgetting to compliment her at the beginning of a session when she has chosen him to be her manwhore, forgetting to compliment her at the end of a session just before she ends the session by stuffing her worn under-panties and some fresh crotch-wipe toilet paper in his mouth, before reinserting the auto-butt-rammer (if she had ever taken it off), then pushing the bedside foamy cream pie in his face hard when she is done and leaves. Men are left like this until inspection for sufficient damages to warrant a reduction in price, and only if all the right boxes are ticked, are the men cleaned off and brought back to the selection chamber, see below what happens otherwise. In addition, men can end up in the execution chamber also for attempting to escape, not getting picked by 20 consecutive girl clients, not being there when a client arrives to select her next victim, unkeen remarks, failing to fully worship, sexually satisfy and obey all the staff who clean them up and inspect them, ... . There are of course no rules governing women's behaviour, as a woman should ALWAYS be allowed to decide for herself over all things to do with her sexuality, her anger, her liberation from the oppressive history for women, forever master over her body and all the terrible things it is used for. The eight enormously muscular girls who presided over the manwhore wimp-brothel's execution chamber, Kendra, Tina, Kelly, Lady Jazzmon, Ludmilla, Erica, Cindi and Laura led the men in and lined them up against the wall, where each one had his wrists, ankles and his head individually strapped to the wall and a power rod inserted and switched on, which acted as an automated butt insertion device, pounding its way deep into the men's aching and soar violated rears once every 3 seconds. Soon all 43 of the executionees were in place. Tina: Right listen up you worthless wimps. We are going to play a game with you, a game that will cost at least one of you men his life each round, and there are five or six rounds, so each one of you have a chance of surviving the game and being released back into man-whore duty upstairs for however long you last up there before violating yet another house rule! Laura: Now before we start round one, can I ask you gentlemen for a quick show of hands? How many of you would LIKE, would LOVE to play THE GAME with US tonight? ... The puzzled looks were short lived. Laura: Did I mention that NOT playing the game means a certain, instant, cruel death? The men all raised their hands as far as their restraints would allow, enthusiastically agreeing to play the game. All that is, apart from one. As the ladies inspected the line-up, Cindi noticed one man who had a nail-file in his hand, and had already started to cut his way through the first of his restraints. Cindi stopped in front of him. The look in her eyes gave it away. The wimp knew he was done for, but he tried desperately to argue that he needs to be on duty upstairs, and that he never violated any of the house rules. Before he even got to the chance to string any kind of sentence together, Cindi immediately grabbed his ballsack and squeezed, until both balls were wrecked. She then punched him in the chest so hard that 5 of his ribs cracked and all the juice and gore came gushing out of his mouth. Then she pulled her fist back and exploded with a punch to his face that was so hard that it made his entire head crumple like a paper bag. Erica: You see, if you do not follow our instructions fully, and offer yourselves up for use as we please, we really have no choice but to ensure that you end up like him. Cindi (Cindi : Age 26, 5'51/2, 145lbs., 15"bis, 27"quads, 16.6" calves, 45" chest): and we REALLY enjoy carrying out the punishment when you disobey! All eight ladies did some light stretching and some demonstrative flexing of their incredible physiques in preparation for the game. The thing that was so appealing about these women, was that they really resembled the very famous female bodybuilders from the neck down, but with the beautiful faces of underwear models. Kendra: Let THE GAMES begin! Kelly: For our first game this evening, I am going to let each of you guess exactly how much in kilograms I can lift with this rippling and deadly right arm of mine. If you give the same answer as any other person before you, or no answer, or no number, or one with a decimal or fraction in it, you are out. Otherwise, the furthest answer from the correct one wins instant elimination from the game. I will start at THIS end. What's your answer, wimp? Wimp 1: 430 Kelly: That's ridiculous! No human being has ever lifted over 300 kg with one arm. For that, I'm afraid, I'll have to eliminate you from the game. Buckets of sweat poured from the wimp's face as he saw the enormous Ludmilla (Age 24, 6 foot 2, 195lbs., 18"bis, 32"quads, 17.3" calves, 46" chest) approach. Ludmilla grabbed him by the balls and squeezed until all the contents of his testicular sack were completely mulched. Then the last thing he saw was Ludmilla recoil her fist and WHAM! All went dark for him. The punch was so hard that his head came off and rolled across the room, past all the others, leaving blood stains all over the floor. Tina: That's 2 out, 41 wimps remain. Kelly: Now wimp number 2, what's YOUR answer? Wimp 2 (with a very nervous, panicky voice): 200 Kelly: wimp 3? Wimp 2 breathes a sigh of relief. Wimp 3 (also in a panicky voice): 210 Kelly: wimp 4? Wimp 3 breathes an even bigger sigh of relief. Wimp 4: 215 Kelly: wimp 5? Wimp 5: 220 Kelly: wimp 6? Wimp 6 (also in a panicky voice): 215 Kendra: STOP! We have another elimination! As Lady Jazzmon was standing nearest to wimp 6, she took the opportunity to administer the disciplinary this time. She approached wimp 6, explained to him why his answer was not valid, gripped his shoulders in her massively powerful hands, drove a knee so hard into his testicles that one was squashed like a grape and the other was sent into his kidneys from the impact. Then came the punch. He saw it coming, but there was nothing he could do ... . POW! His face was squashed like a grape; his head was turned inside out; all the head matter was falling to the floor ... and then came the 2nd punch that REALLY finished him off making his head disintegrate into small fragments. This got gore all over Lady Jazzmon's fists of steel and the vicinity around her. Tina: Well that's 3 out. 40 wimps remain God, if you had been there dear reader, and seen what I am envisioning in My mind, you would have certainly shot your cum straight up into the air by now. Imagine, three hardbodies, mashing those wimps up like they were made of foam. They flushed, hot, dripping and scented with sweat, sexual desire, feminine curves and youth. The scene was very much the same as the remaining wimps were made to guess how many inches the bicep arms measure at full-flex. One wimp got eliminated for failing to give an answer within 4 seconds. A 2nd got eliminated for muttering a ridiculous number (only six). Erica and Laura completely turned these demise-deserving idiots inside out, leaving them dead from having all their organs pulled out and exposed to the naked air. Tina: Excellent work, ladies! Now that's 5 wimps down, 38 to go, I mean remaining. Ludmilla: Now you vimps at ze end who heff not het ze chance to play yet, Guess what age I was venn I killed my forst wimp? There were 9 wimps left who had not played the guessing game. Two of them guessed numbers greater than 20 (the correct answer was 6), and so these were the next to be eliminated. But before she dispatched them, Tina announced that wimps 2,3,4,5,7,8 and 9 would have to guess exactly how many teeth in total would be loosened and go flying from when each of the 8 ladies punches one of the 2 wimps in the face with a jab and the other one with an upper cut. That's 2 wimps suffering a total of 16 punches. How many teeth? The first three to guess thought around 40 to 44, whereas the other 5 all guessed the numbers 62 to 72, as there are 36 teeth per mouth, and as Ludmilla and Lady Jazzmon delivered the 7th and 8th punches to the face of each of the eliminated, it then became clear that those closest to 72 would survive, as the entire mouth of one wimp came out and went flying and the whole head, or what remained of it, ultimately came off the other wimp, both of whom had already suffered large tooth loss from EACH of the earlier punches. Tina? Tina: Well that's 5 wimps down, 2 about to go (wimp 2 and wimp 3), and 34 left in the game entering round 4. Erica decided to let the remaining 34 men guess the number of words that wimps 2 and 3 put together would scream all in all as first their balls are squeezed to paste by the lovely Kendra and Kelly, and then they are taken down for a legscissors and have their ribs slowly crushed between the all-powerful legs of Laura and Cindi, who loved to squeeze their victims with either muscle group. Four more men were eliminated this time, in reverse order: one for giving the same answer a 2nd time (method of elimination: Lady Jazzmon's face crumpler punch), two for taking too long (method of elimination: having their head crushed to mulch and gore between Tina's and Ludmilla's legs), and one for complaining that it was not fair to make them guess this (method of elimination: groin crush followed by a lethal facesit, all courtesy of the lovely Kendra). Your verdict Tina? That's ... erm, let me count the bodies ... NINE WIMPS DOWN, 34 TO GO Laura: Great. Now in the next round, these 10 lucky wimps at the other end of the line will have the opportunity to, well actually they are called upon to compliment us on our magnificent bodies and to BEG us to totally destroy them with it. Two short sentences only. Maximum 16 words, minimun 10. No repeat wordings. If you don't sound like you mean it, you're eliminated! And the 3 worst and 3 best efforts of the 10 are eliminated. How's that? Kelly: Oh, what a FANTASTIC idea. So we all get to judge, the three most pathetic efforts are, well deserve to be turned to mush for their puny efforts ... and the best three? Ah yes, they get the REWARD of getting their wish granted here and now. Fabulous! The butt-tapping machines and the presence of no longer 8 but now 11 beauties bursting with muscle they just can't wait to unleash made it rather hard to concentrate, but an effort was made nonetheless. Then the 6 winners and losers were selected, and the three ladies who had just newly joined, Lucinda, Leanne and Sarah-Jane were introduced. Lucinda: Hiiiiii boys! We've come to join in the fun!!! As they had missed out on some man-smooshing already, each of the new ladies was given the chance to demonstrate their bodies, skills and techniques to the room-full on two of the newly eliminated men each. Lucinda opted to show off her deadly skills by doing one in with an inverted neck breaker that snapped her newly castrated wimp's spine in two, and the other had his face pushed up against her ass and crushed his head to pulp by clenching her butt cheeks together. Sarah-Jane lifted one man in the air and snapped him in half over her knee, breaking his back like snapping a pencil. The other had the pleasure of licking her vaginal clitoris, only to end up getting his head crushed between her thighs when she got too excited. And Leanne introduced herself to the onlooker wimps by doing a bicep pose that crumples one wimp's face in like a broken lamp-shade, while the other was laid on his back and forced to inhale her sweaty ass aromas and to kiss the ass that would ultimately take his life, and kiss it lots. Lucinda: For the next game, we have decided to get the remaining 28 wimps to fall to their knees and ALL kiss our heavenly asses. Each one of you must really kiss each one of our asses, that's 22 butt-cheeks each, and do it with devotion. Any that don't do it with the required level of worship and subjugation WILL be eliminated! No! Hang on, started wimp 11, you said at the beginning that there would be five or six rounds to this game. Five or six! This is the 7th round of the game. That's not fair! Lady Jazzmon was again the closest. She took one step towards him, her muscles so ripped that the nearly made the air in the room explode. Her skimpy clothes were torn to shreds just from the rage that was building up inside her. Her fist was coiled back and then launched so hard into wimp 11's face that his entire head exploded upon impact, sending gore flying in all directions and leaving little more than a stump from his neck-bones as all that was left of his head. Kendra: We lied. Who said life was going to be fair? Laura: And this game has just gone into over-time !!!! Erica: Are there any more protests to lodge? Or is everyone in agreement that the game go into over-time? The remaining 27 wimps all fell to their knees and all did such a good job of kissing those butt-cheeks that there wasn't really anything to eliminate any of them for, so three or four wimps were chosen simply because they had been the ones who had been situated nearest to the outburst wimp, and as wimp 11's mumblings were SO bad, the punishment for this HAD to be DEATH for at least 4 more men! So while three of the chosen wimps came forward and offered their heads, and before this, their balls to the waiting Laura, Leanne and Cindi, one wimp disgraced all by suddenly trying to make a run for it. Such foolishness does not go unpunished! He was so distracted by seeing Lady Jazzmon and Ludmilla make a lunge for him, and Laura, Leanne and Cindi all finishing off the other 3 "volunteered" wimps off with lethal headsquashings between their legs, that the fool ran straight into Cindi who lifted him up with ease and brought him back. This time he offered no resistance, as Sarah-Jane reached for and squashed his balls, Erica shoved the biggest spade handle you've ever seen in deep into his ass, and then the other nine lethal maidens each broke a bone, starting with his hands, feet, legs, ribs, then ultimately, he was allowed to kiss the fists of Lady Jazzmon and Ludmilla before both were recoiled and WHAM! made his head explode. Now back to Tina for the count please. Tina: Let me see, ... oh well, let's just count the number of wimps left to play with, shall we? 1,2,3,4,5,6,7, ... . 23 left to do! Laura: What do you mean, left to do? What do you mean, 34 to go and now 23 left to do? I know it's what you're ALL thinking, well let me break it (get it?) to you: no more than 2 of you worthless wimps will enter this room alive, as tonight we play SQUASH THE BASTARDS! HAH-HAH, HAH-HAH! Kelly: The next game, for the ten lucky selected wimps, is to stand up straight and keep as still and as quiet as possible, while our ladies begin to crush your testicles ... One wimp protests that this is not fair #^#" he is the first to get his balls squished in the unforgiving rock-hard hands of the big ice maiden Ludmilla. She then recoils her fist to finish him off and punches his face in so hard that his front and back skull walls meet, and all that was in between drops to the floor in a messy puddle and pile. The remaining nine of the volunteered fair little better, as ALL get their testicles COMPLETELY SQUASHED to mulch, and for either screaming or twitching during this game round, the ladies are left with no choice but to execute each one of them with a muscular combination of moves, one by each of the keenly waiting ladies. Tina? Tina: That's 30 down and only 13 left to mulch, squash and crush. Kendra: Wonderful! In this next game, the one of the three wimps I choose to play this round who flinches the least and glances praises my way the best while I shove these enormous broomsticks up their asses survives. Any questions? No, good. In the end, the three she chose all did well with glancing praises at her, but none of them was able to survive the deep, deep penetration of the broom-stick (ALL THE WAY THROUGH THEIR BODIES AND UP TO THEIR NECKS!) Too bad! Or should I say three kebabbed! The final 10 men were offered the privilege, honour and reward of massaging the ladies' feet, then also their breasts, and their muscularly ripped chests, and then licking their clitorises to orgasm. Kelly: Any tongue slaves that don't do a good job, do not fully devote themselves to us and offer themselves up, well ... you know the drill! As it happened, none of them failed. All passed with flying colours, bringing on orgasm after orgasm and delighting the ladies. Unfortunately, four of the ladies, Ludmilla, Laura, Cindi and Leanne got SO excited in the passion of it that they locked their legs around the male's heads, pulling them in closer, leaving them unable to escape as one of them dies from not being allowed to get any air while pleasing Leanne with his tongue; two of the tongue slaves were crushed between the mighty legs of Cindi and Ludmilla as the aroused muscle babes could not suppress their reflex reaction as they came with intensity in the faces of their wimps, and a 4th one DROWNED in the love-juices that came all over him while also being snapped in half as Laura instinctively grabbed a hold of anything and everything she could as she came with such intensity. We must distinguish here that Lumilla's wimpy tongue slave's head exploded between the most ripped, muscular and strong legs in the world! bringing on more pressure from left and right than any male skull can withstand! whereas Cindi actually ended up shoving her tongue slave's entire head into her vagina, which is where he died. Of all of the above. Kelly: Shall we be gentle and let the remaining 6 wimps go now that we have had our fun with them and now that we are sexually satisfied? All remaining wimps breathe a sigh of relief and look to Lady Jazzmon for her answer ... but instead of an answer, all 11 ladies laugh, histerically. Kelly: yeah, right ... as if! #^#^#course we'll make them die. It's what they're FOR! The remaining six men were drawn muscle girls more or less at random ... ok, they were chosen by their opponents, just like they had been in the previous round. Kelly: tug-of-war time! I love tug-of-war time! Laura: whichever man loses his tug-of war the quickest, and by loses I mean is pulled in, punched over and then has his face sat upon by his triumphant opponent, loses. Sarah-Jane: ready steady go! Within 2 seconds all six wimps had been pulled across the line, punched over, losing countless teeth and broken noses or swollen lips in the process, and it was up to the ladies to decide which should be the quickest and which the slowest to sit cozily down on her defeated opponent. It mattered not how many of the wimps that were defeated the most quickly to eliminate and how many to keep in the game, as the final round was announced to be a killer: the game was that each male would have his ribcage slowly squashed between the two powerful legs of a muscle lady. The quickest to break loses, and is of course eliminated, whereas the wimp who survives a few seconds of this then gets the added pleasure of also having his face pushed in by her divine hands. Kendra: Yes, that's right. We LIED when we said that (up to) two of you would survive all the rounds. We KNEW we were never going to let ANY of you escape our lethal wrath. And [background noise = several wimp's ribcages and also faces giving way from the squeezing] we'd especially like to thank you all for being such good sports this evening [crunch!], such gentlemen, and for all those lovely compliments you gave us [crunch! splat!], and the orgasms, and we especially liked the way you all AGREED to play with us, signed the waiver and organ donation forms [crunch! = second to last wimp went pop! while other ladies examine all the remains for anything big enough to squash], and all gave your bodies to us to play with and break and destroy. Let's do it again tomorrow night, same time same place, just as we do it every night and have been doing for over 6 years now, with over 800,000 wimps squashed so far [final two go crunch, pop and splat!] and over $1 trillion raised for good causes such as those confidence rebuilding, self-defence and culprit wrecking sessions for rape victims, beaten wives and, well any chick who fancies some man-crushing really. Well, done ladies! [the two who had escaped death by lying there with broken ribs and a broken jaw pretending to be dead after earlier rounds also went crunch! pop! and splat! as the ladies crushed all the bodies like snow under their boots] High fives all round, and hugs. You ladies were FANTASTIC! Once again! Let's do it all the same again tomorrow!