Incomplete Compilation
MCInvictus
3 unfinished  probably forever  stories involving violence and domination


Denise

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Denise barely gave Kevin a second glance before unleashing a kick in his
direction. Her powerful leg drove her stocking clad sole into his throat with
enough force to completely crush his windpipe and send him crashing backwards
into a bookcase. "See", she hissed down at the blonde girl kneeling before her
"no-one can stop me from doing anything I wish to you. James belongs to me
now, so I suggest you accept it". She slowly tightened her grip on the
terrified girls throat "and if you tell anyone what happened here, I will kill
you and your family. After what had just happened there was no doubt in
Louise's mind that Denise could and would carry out her threat, she was
seemingly unstoppable.

Denise released her grip on the terrified girl and looked over her shoulder at
Kevin's unmoving body. Unable to draw any air through his ruined windpipe he
had simply choked to death. With nothing more than a single kick, Denise had
effortlessly ended his life. She looked round at Peter, the other student who
had attempted to intervene. Whereas Kevin had slowly choked to death, Peter's
death had been instantaneous, his neck snapped like a dry twig between
Denise's muscular thighs.

The librarian lay unconscious at Denise's feet. The powerful teen had dragged
her across the desk as though she were a rag doll before driving her knee into
the older woman's face with sickening force, knocking her out instantly.
"These people are dead because of you," Denise smiled as she rolled the
librarian onto her back, watching Louise's reaction she placed her foot on the
librarian's neck and began to press down. "Please" Louise begged, tears
running down her face "don't kill her". "You should have thought of that
earlier" Denise taunted as she applied more pressure crushing the woman's
throat almost flat. Louise turned away from the sight of the dying woman. From
her kneeling position in front of Denise she could clearly see the powerful
muscles of her thigh swelling beneath her short denim skirt, stretching the
material of her black tights as the deadly teenager applied even more pressure
and claimed her third victim.

Denise hadn't even bothered to look at the librarian as she casually murdered
her. Instead she had been watching the reaction of the terrified girl in front
of her. "Kiss it", she demanded. Louise looked up, "what?" she asked. "My
strong, powerful thigh; the one can't take your eyes off of. Worship its power
with your lips weakling". Before she could respond Denise grabbed the back of
her neck and roughly pushed her thigh against Louise's face. "Do it" she
commanded, painfully squeezing the girl's neck. With no choice but to obey,
Louise began to kiss the evil teen's muscle packed thigh. Even in this current
situation she couldn't deny the sensuality the contrast between Denise's hard,
powerful muscles and the smooth nylon of the tights that sheathed them
created.

Abruptly Denise pushed Louise to the ground. "Pathetic little slut", she
smiled, "enjoying that, were you?" Unable to answer Louise just lay there,
broken, wracked with guilt that three innocent people had died attempting to
save her, unable to comprehend the power and violence that Denise had so
casually unleashed. Denise pulled on the knee high boots she had discarded
earlier and stood menacingly over Louise. "Remember bitch, you were never
here". Louise could only nod helplessly, as Denise flashed an evil grin and
left the library.

Louise looked at the destruction Denise had caused and knew she had to get out
of there quickly. If anyone came in now she would have to explain what
happened. That a teenage girl had casually murdered 3 people in a matter of
minutes with nothing but her bare hands. Climbing to her feet, she began
gathering up her stuff, making sure to leave no evidence that she had been
there. Cramming her stuff into her bag, she wiped the tears from her face and
straightened her clothes. She seemed to have slipped into some sort of
survival mode and felt curiously calm. With a quick glance to check no-one was
around to see her Louise left the college library and quickly headed for home.
She was thankful that her flatmate was still out when she arrived home, as the
horrific reality of what she had just witnessed came flooding over her.
Locking herself in her room Louise lay on her bed shaking and crying
uncontrollably, until she finally drifted off to sleep.

James hung up the phone with a feeling of dread. He could tell from the sound
of Denise's voice that his night was going to be filled with pain and
suffering. He wanted to leave her so badly, but in the six weeks since she had
taken him from Louise, she had broken his will and bent him to her own. He
found it impossible to resist her almost superhuman sexuality and he was
growing increasingly afraid of her. She could make him come with the slightest
touch, seemingly at will, and on more than one occasion she had forced him to
orgasm with such intensity that he had been unable to stop himself from
screaming her name in pleasure before passing out. But she expected complete
obedience from him and took great pleasure in using her powerful body to
torture him simply to satisfy her own sadistic urges. The first week had been
incredible, she had brought him unimaginable pleasure, but as the weeks
progressed she began to take more control of their lovemaking, demanding that
he please her whenever the urge took her. She began to dominate him with her
strength, hurting him until he begged for mercy, leaving him feeling
emasculated and powerless against her. Now six weeks into their relationship,
he knew he was little more than a toy to her. She would keep him on the edge
of an orgasm for hours, denying his release, until he was begging her to stop.
She would force him to cum in public, so that he had to walk around with a
large wet stain on the front of his trousers. She would beat him to a pulp
simply because she felt like it and any attempt to defy her would result in
even more pain, suffering and humiliation.

After ordering James to wait at her flat, Denise hung up the phone with a
satisfied smile. Killing those weaklings had left her incredibly aroused, so
much so that it had taken all her will power not to force that little slut to
pleasure her right there and then in the library. As she headed home, Denise
recalled how easy it had been to enslave James. She had seen him in a pub and
decided that she wanted him, the fact that he was clearly with his girlfriend
meant nothing to her. She had caught his eye, staring at him so brazenly, with
such erotic intent that her gaze alone had left him gasping with desire.
Waiting until his girlfriend had gone to the toilet, she sat next to him, her
skirt riding up to reveal her spectacular legs in all their glory, her large
firm breasts only inches from his face, "You're coming home with me gorgeous"
she purred. James managed to tear his eyes away from those smooth muscular
thighs only to find them levelled at her spectacular cleavage. Denise placed a
finger under his chin and slowly raised his head until he was staring into her
incredible green eyes. "Do you want me?" she asked, "Yes", he gasped, his hand
reaching out to caress her thigh without even realising it. "Then tell your
pathetic girlfriend that it's over and meet me outside in five minutes. I
won't wait". She flashed him a dazzling smile, so erotic that he almost came
there and then.

The minute and a half it took Louise to get back to the table were the longest
of James's life. "I'm sorry Louise", he spluttered "but it's just not working
with us. I can't really explain it, but I just don't feel that we're
connecting, I'm really sorry." Before Louise could even respond James had
jumped up and practically ran out the pub. By the time Louise pulled her wits
together and followed him, he was gone.

James left the pub his heart racing, terrified that Denise wouldn't be there.
His relief at seeing her standing across the road was immense. He walked over
to her and without a word Denise took his hand and led him down a quiet side
street. Halfway down the street Denise pushed him against a wall, pressing her
body tightly against him. "You came." she said. There was no surprise in her
voice, there had been no doubt in her mind that he would. "I had to", James
mumbled, running his hands over her tight round ass, as she continued to press
herself against him. "And here is your reward", she responded, lowering his
face to hers. She began to kiss him with an intensity that he had never
experienced. Denise pressed her thigh against his groin and James shuddered as
he suddenly exploded in an intense orgasm. "My god", James gasped "you're
incredible". "So I've been told" Denise replied, as she took his hand again
and led him to her car.

For the next week Denise had kept James in a state of near constant sexual
bliss. Her appetite for all things carnal was almost inhuman and James was in
a state of exhaustion, but no matter how exhausted he was or how many times he
came, Denise could somehow make him hard again and coax another orgasm out of
him with her overwhelming sexuality. On the rare occasion they did leave her
flat, Denise saw no reason not to continue their fun. She would use her foot
to massage his groin under a table until he exploded in his pants whilst
having lunch or pull him into a deserted alleyway so that he could pleasure
her orally. At one point she kissed him so passionately in the middle of a
crowded shopping centre that he simply came all over himself, without even
being touched. Yes she had had some fun with James, but she was growing bored
with him. It was a familiar pattern with Denise. A few weeks after meeting a
guy, she would become increasingly irritated by them, until she found herself
torturing them in various ways just for spite. She knew that she would have to
get rid of James soon. The thought didn't bother her, she cared nothing for
him, he was merely a tool to help satisfy her sexual urges, a mere plaything,
and she could find other toys so easily. Knowing that she was going to get rid
of James was actually quite a nice thought. Now she wouldn't have to hold back
during their little play sessions. If she broke him it didn't matter, she no
longer had any use for him. A smile crossed Denise's face as she contemplated
unleashing her full physical power on his frail helpless body and she decided
to grab a taxi to get home quicker.

Britney Spears - Serial Killer

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In a shocking report today it was alleged that the pop superstar Britney
Spears may have been responsible for the deaths of at least 12 men.

A source close to the troubled star who wishes to remain anonymous and who has
gone into hiding fearing for his own safety made the damning allegations.

The source claims he was employed by Miss Spear's management to cover up the
deaths and remove any evidence. He believes that the first death was
accidental, and resulted from Britney getting over excited during a drug
fuelled sex session. "It was before I had been brought in" claims the ex
employee "but the story was that Britney and some guy were having sex. In the
heat of the moment Britney tightened her thighs around the guy and broke
several of his ribs. Britney was doing a lot of drugs at the time and was
probably oblivious to the damage. She just kept on humping the poor guy and by
the time she had finished, the broken ribs had punctured several vital organs
and the guy was suffering from major internal bleeding. Britney panicked and
instead of calling an ambulance called her manager. By the time they had
figured out what to do with the guy he had bled to death. I know it sounds
pretty far fetched, but Brit is an extremely fit woman. Her shows are
physically demanding and although she's had her ups and downs, when she is in
shape, she is extremely powerful. Her legs especially are immensely strong,
and she could quite easily snap a few ribs without really trying that hard.
The other thing you have to remember is that Brit is a money machine, alot of
people are making alot of money from her. If her career goes then so does
there income, so there is a whole group of people with an interest in keeping
her away from any potentially damaging scandal, and lets face it, it doesn't
get much more damaging than f***ing a man to death. So her team went into
overdrive, they got rid of the body and no more was said about it. Britney is
very secretive about her lovers, so no-one knew the guy was there. She has an
incredibly high sex drive and she likes picking up random guys, whoever takes
her fancy really, so her and her management have got quite adept at getting
guys into her place without anyone knowing. The guy just disappeared and
no-one would link him to Britney, so she got off scot free."

"After that first one, it was like a floodgate opened. Brit realised that she
could quite literally get away with murder. As long as she was making millions
people would be willing to cover it up for her. Almost every aspect of her
life is controlled, and I think she found that killing was a way for her to
feel as if she was in control. She could decide if someone lived or died,
which I suppose is the ultimate control. Britney also has a dark side that
very few people see. She is extremely domineering and seems to get off on
watching others suffer. She would frequently reduce her staff to tears just
for the hell of it. The first few guys she killed was during sex. She would
simply crush them to death between her thighs. You could hear her laughing as
her victims screamed or begged for mercy. She would taunt them about how weak
and pathetic they were being beaten to death by a girl, but I've seen what
that girl is capable of physically. I doubt there is a man alive that could
free himself if he was trapped between those thighs.

The Bitch

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I glanced around the library wondering what the point of staying open till 8
was. It was now 7 o'clock and apart from one student who had wandered in just
a few minutes ago it was deserted. Still, I reasoned as I went back to reading
my magazine, it was money for nothing.

After a few minutes I could smell smoke, and looked up to see a small cloud of
it rising above the bookshelves behind which the student was sitting. I walked
over to see her sitting there smoking a cigarette, not studying, not reading
anything, just staring into space smoking away.

"I'm going to have to ask you to put that out", I said. She turned to look at
me, and she was gorgeous. Her hair was shortish, but cut into a modern and
feminine style. It was dyed blond but she had left darker streaks which
contrasted quite well. Her eyes were big and brown with perfectly shaped dark
eyebrows arching above them. She seemed to be wearing no make up except a dash
of pale red lipstick, but her skin looked flawless.

"Make me", she countered, looking up at me with those incredible eyes. I was a
little taken aback by her attitude, this was not the reaction I had been
expecting. "If you wont put it out I'll have to ask you to leave". "And if I
refuse to leave?" she asked. I was at a loss for words, unsure how to play
this. "Are you going to physically throw me out?" she asked. "If I have to", I
replied. She stood up and gave a mocking laugh. "if you so much as touch me I
will have you done for assault" she threatened. Now that she was standing I
could take in the entire appearance. She was wearing black knee length boots,
black leggings and a short leather bikers jacket. She was of medium height,
but her body was breathtaking. Lean and muscular, but with feminine curves.
She was wearing a black low cut spandex top under the jacket, showing off an
impressive cleavage, and whilst her legs looked firm and muscular, they were
erotically feminine. "i...i will just have to call the police myself then" I
countered "and they can throw you out". "She fixed me with her eyes and
smiled. "I am going to light another cigarette", she said, "I will smoke that
cigarette and then leave. I will be long gone before the police get here, so
feel free". She dropped her now finished cigarette onto the floor and ground
it out beneath the sole of her boot. It was at that point I made the biggest
mistake of my life.

Her cigarettes packet was lying on the table, so I quickly reached out and
grabbed them. "Doesn't look like you'll be having any more after all", I
smirked and turned to walk away. "If you don't give me those back right now",
she hissed "I will beat you to a bloody pulp". I turned back to her with a
smug grin, "if you so much as touch me I will have you done for assault".
"Pretty difficult to phone the police when your jaw is shattered and both of
your arms are broken". There was something about her tone that terrified me.
This was no idle threat; it sounded so matter of fact, as if she truly
believed she was capable of it. As she spoke she shrugged of her jacket to
reveal broad powerful shoulders and toned muscular looking arms. She fixed me
with those incredible eyes and reached out with surprising swiftness. She
grabbed my wrist and with an evil smile began to slowly squeeze. I gasped in
pain, it felt as though my wrist was in a vice, but I found myself unable to
move, as though I was rendered immobile by her gaze. Her eyes never left mine
as I slowly dropped to my knees in agony. The cigarette packet slipped from my
now numb and lifeless fingers. "Please" I gasped, "your breaking my wrist".
She realeased my wrist and held out her hand "hand me the cigarettes", she
commanded. I picked up the packet and laid it in her outstretched palm.

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