Xenette's Performance




Pompons, batons, ballet shoes, even Holly the ballerina, all thrown into the
mud swamp, by these monsters, by the entirety of the American football team.
The whole of tonight's performance was ruined. All the performances, so long
rehearsed, will have to be called off: The cheer leaders, the ballet, the
rhythmic gymnastics, all ruined by these monsters.# So many outfits, props,
CDs and accessories have just now been thrown into that muddy swamp, by those
creeps, explains Holly to Linda, who herself was covered in mud from having
been thrown in there too. "Well then," says Linda, who was already in her
Wonder Woman outfit for the performance which is scheduled to start in 20
minutes, "I think we'd better confront these creeps about this."

Linda's friends Heather (dressed in her super girl outfit), Evelyn (in her
Buffy the Vampire slayer outfit) and Xenette (dressed in her Warrior Princess
outfit) assemble and have a quick chat about this terrible situation. These
ultra-cute girly dream babes each make brief phone calls to their friends, the
co-performers, saying stuff about what can we do about the many girls and
women who have bought tickets and gathered to see the cheer leading, the
ballet, the pop dances and the rhythmic gymnastics tonight.

Before long, the girls find themselves surrounded. It seems the guys from the
American football team, not content with their wreckless behaviour so far,
have decided to throw these gorgeous long-haired, manicured, fit, shiny, cute,
curvy high school girls into the mud too. The girls try to ignore these bozos,
silently chatting on their cell phones.

Just then, a hand comes down on the shoulder of the blonde bombshell Heather.
Another nasty creep's hand lands on the shoulder of Evelyn. "You girls are
going to take a dip, but first you're going to drop to your knees and you're
gonna give us a blow" said the most revolting and the largest monster of a
thug she had ever seen. "We're, like, sooo not!" replied Evelyn, and all four
girls wagged their finger defiantly at the boys while their left hands were on
their hips.

"All right then" said the monster of a thug "guys, let's carry those three
right on over and chuck them into the swamp, and as for this one, I think we
should dunk her head in a toilet bowl until she changes her mind about giving
me that blow job". Just then, 8 of the American football player goons reached
out and tried to grab the ankles, hips and shoulders of these girls, but Linda
was not willing to be subjected to this nasty treatment. Evelyn shot her shiny
right foot Wonder Woman outfit boot deep into the nuts of the nearest
attacker. CRUNCH! AAAARRGH!

"You're really going to pay for that" said one of the goons "Ah-ah. I'm soooo
not. Trust me, guys, you don't want to get us angry. Really." The other three
girls said "yeah, like, exactly." Evelyn looked around and suddenly realised
that she and the girls were surrounded by at least 40 of the biggest, nastiest
creeps that any high school has to offer. "If you all surrender now" "I
promise that none of you will be harmed, well, not beyond reason. But if you
... ." "Shut her up, guys. Chuck them ALL in the swamp, the DEEP end! But beat
the cr*p out of the mouthy ones first!"

That was the moment it really kicked off.

Linda was charged by three jocks at once. She ducked and managed to flip the
first one who was running at her onto a third one, while the 2nd attacker
threw his arms around her waist from behind.# That was when Linda's friend
Heather (dressed in her super girl outfit and looking stunning, leggy, girly
and glam from head to toe) spontaneously came up behind him and launched her
Supergirl boot deep into his nuts. CRUNCH! AAAARRGH! Forcing him to release
his grip on Linda, who drove her elbow hard into his face, before Supergirl
Heather threw a punch that landed deep in his face and knocked him out then
and there. SOCK! Crash.

At the same time, Evelyn (the girl with the most delightful side-glance eyes
and round butt with puffy cheeks that have ever existed), dressed in her Buffy
the Vampire slayer outfit, was approached by two thugs, one attempting to grab
her ankles and pick her up, while the other tried to pick her up by wrapping
his arms under hers. But Evelyn played hard to get. She kicked the ankles guy
repeatedly with her feet, making him fumble and loosen his grip, while the
under arms guy was within reach for a good scratch up of his face by her
nails. SCRATCH! Yaaaaaaargh! Now Evelyn has enough space to do a beautiful
face kick CRASH! Argh. Thud. That took him down. Now for the other one: she
pulls her fist back, super charges it with feminine fury, then unleashes it on
his hapless face. KABOOM! It explodes into his face so hard# that he goes
flying, completely unconscious long before he lands, and probably with a
damaged jaw.

"Nice, one, Evelyn!" praises Linda.

At the same time, Xenette (dressed in her Xena the Warrior Princess outfit)
was charged at by two thugs at once. She spontaneously threw her warrior
princess outfit black boot hard into the face of an attacker, stopping him
dead in his tracks with her wonderful face kick POW! AAAAargh. Crash, he was
on his back. The other tried to get his arms around her, but before he could
quite get close enough, she spun around, was now facing him, pulled her
clinched fist back, blew him a good night kiss, and then launched the hardest
face punch this school had ever seen POW! AAAAargh. Crash, he too was on his
back, his nose broken, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

The girls admired the sight of the writhing bodies of beaten males, and
smiled, inviting more of them to come and try their luck, if they were foolish
enough, with a hand gesture.

Linda and Heather were working together, facing each other, Heather's left
hand holding Linda's left hand. Every time a jock ran up behind either one of
them, the other was in a perfect position to kick him CRASH! Heather got one
on the cheek CRASH! Linda got one in the balls# WHAM! Heather got one in the
gut OOOF! and followed it up with a knee to the nose take down kick SLAM!
CRASH!# # while Linda seemed to be turning into Wonder Woman, grabbing big
attackers in mid run and throwing them cross-body across the room, onto
others.

Evelyn, too was turning into a super vixen, throwing her kicks with ease into
an advancing male's gonads POW! OOooof . Then three more felt the sting of her
kick to the nuts special. POW! POW-POW! OOooof# Oooof-Oooof.

Then Evelyn (dressed as Buffy) pulled a pointy wooden pretend stake out of her
belt. She shoved it into the pants of one of the nut-kick guys with a devilish
grin, as if stabbing him with it. A goon ran straight at her, running until
she had punched him in the gut, stopping his run, and followed this up with a
knee lift to the face take-down. She then pretended to drive her other stake
into his body, like Buffy, but tucking it into his trousers instead.# The sore
balls gang were all lined up and bent forward in agony, easy to take down with
a face kick each. KICK! KICK! KICK-KICK! All fall, beaten, onto their backs.#
#

Xenette was surrounded by five of the thugs. She instinctively gave out a
girly and authentic warrior princess war cry, then jumped into the air,
grabbed a hold of the basketball hoop that had been above her, and as the
thugs ran at her, each one ran into a kick to the face, which was sooo easy to
do from that height and sooo much fun to do POW! OOooof. Crash.# POW! POW-POW!
OOooof# Oooof-Oooof. Crash. Crash-Crash. Again, all comers fall, beaten, down
and out.# #

The girls admired the piles of beaten males, and smiled, congratulating each
other, inviting yet more men to come and try their luck with them. But after
what they had just witnessed, the remaining meatheads from the football team
started to look for the exits instead.

They were going to run away, but by this point, lots of other girls had
appeared and had started watching the battle from the exit areas of the gym.
There were a quite few gymnasts, ballerinas and cheer leaders now standing in
their way. It was going to require quite some pushing or something to get
through this gauntlet of girls.

Two of the footballers ran toward the gauntlet, with escape on their minds.
But both of them were stopped dead, one with a single kick to his face by a
ballerina, knocking him out on the spot, the other with a face punch by an
angry but very cute cheer leader, POW! Crash, he too fell to the ground,
unconscious.

A third one had attempted to push some gymnast girls out of the way, but was
instead met with four right legs from four gymnast girls kicking him in one
second intervals. One in the balls, one on the back, one in the gut, and the
4th to his face, finishing him off.

Other would-be escapees too ran into a rain-storm of kicks from the cheer
leaders and from the ballerinas, taking them down, hard.

It seems all the girls had turned into unstoppable fighting machines.

The remaining jocks were now being beaten up from all sides, as girls came at
them from all directions. It was so easy for the cutesie babes, just kicking
and punching the meatheads, the minute they got close enough to them. POW!
POW! POW!-POW! swiftly taking them down. Nobody stood a chance against any of
the girls.

Running out of options, and completely surrounded by not so helpless anymore
girls, in great numbers, kicking ass(!), the remaining jocks began to fall to
their knees or to raise their hands in surrender.

# The girls came at them from all directions, ensuring that those who did not
surrender got a good kicking in the balls, then another to the face, taking
them down, all of them, with ease. Those who had surrendered were being
spontaneously tied up with what was left of the pink rhythmic gymnastics
ribbons, and led away, while piles of beaten men lay everywhere! And each pile
had the foot of a girl planted on top of it, her arms raised in triumph, while
all the girls were taking pictures of this with their cell phones and
cheering.

In fact, it turned out that Holly had caught the whole thing on film, and the
tall blonde pouty lipped cheerleader Chantelle had also caught the throwing in
the mud of the props and all the fighting that ensued on film. Two angles of
all the action. Great!

What followed next was nothing short of a great pleasure for all the 284
ladies who had assembled to see the cheer-leading, ballet and rhythmic
gymnastics show. They were shown footage of what had just happened, both
angles synchronised and shown split-screen on the cinema-style big screen in
the auditorium. They saw the heinous crimes. They booed. They saw the triumph
of the girls in the gym just now. They cheered. Lots. In delight. It was like
a scripted film, but this was real.

Then, as the screen rose up to show the stage behind it, six of its
star-performers were to be seen on that stage, with six struggling, defeated
jocks, writhing, in pain. The crowd rose to its feet in applause. Heather,
still in her Supergirl outfit had a meathead in a head-lock; Linda, still in
her Wonder Woman outfit, had her sucker in a camel clutch; Evelyn, still in
her Buffy outfit had a wimp on his knees, with his face buried in her ass, in
a kissing angle, while a pink rhythmic gymnastics ribbon acted as a belt,
tying his head to her cute cheeky behind, and Holly (in her ballerina outfit),
Xenette (in her Xena outfit) and Chantelle (in her cheerleader outfit) all had
their opponents in leg-locks, trapped between their thies. A roar of approval
from the almost entirely female audience of 284 turned into whistles, clapping
and cheering.

The screen came down again and showed some juicy slo-mo replays of the action
in the gym earlier on. When it rose again to reveal the stage, there was
nobody on it, apart from the incredibly cute Evelyn who spoke briefly, winked
at the audience a lot, looking absolutely glam, and then gave the hand signal
for her next opponents to enter.

The first two were hopelessly kicked around and given bloody lips and noses by
the cruel face-shattering boots of a posy Evelyn, who then stood over her
beaten opponents, to a HUGE cheer from the crowd. Then she pulled out two
wooden steaks, well, actually, she didn't have any to hand, so she pulled out
two girly magazines and thrust them into the trousers of the first beaten
fool. Then she was handed two more, glossy Glamour mags, and everyone cheered
as she pretended to stab each beaten monster with them, before shoving them
into his pants, either side of his groin. Then she pushed them in harder,
while raising her arms in triumph. The place went berserk!

Then all booed as two more creeps were sent onto the stage, and then all
cheered as Heather stepped out. She walked up to the two creeps and completely
punched them to pieces in between flying leaps. Flying through the air in a
super girl outfit, her shiny shampoo model body seemingly defying gravity. And
as the goons stagger back to their feet, she comes flying through the sky over
the stage, fist first. The impact was inevitable. POW! That's one KO to super
girl. Then the cables attached to her belt straighten, enabling her to fly
through the air towards the other hapless meathead, who had no idea how good
he was making her look with his hopeless and misguided attempt to stagger
towards her. Then came the most incredible flying kick to the face ever!
KABOOM! Urgh. That's 2 Kos. Her wires lowered her down onto them, so that she
had one foot on each fallen man's chest. The cheer was so loud that the roof
nearly came off. This show was turning out to be better than any of the stuff
in the rehearsals had been.

The score board lights up. The girls had borrowed it from the gymnasium and
got it to work above the stage in the now packed auditorium. Each time a male
is down, the score changes again. Currently it's the girls 28, the boys 0.

Each beaten male is then taken to the first row of seats in the auditorium,
and positioned with his head on the seat, so that a gorgeous curvy lady, when
she sits down again, is now sitting full-weight on his face.

Xenette insists on 4 opponents at once. She gets her wish. She too has herself
attached to the wires, allowing her to somersault into the sky, accompanied by
her authentic Xena Warrior Princess femme fury war cry, leaping onto the first
attacker with momemtum that translates into face-crunching girl power, as her
unforgiving black warrior princess boots sink deep into her opponent's chin,
so deep that his jaw is snapped right through before he falls, knocked out.
The wires allow Xenette to leap from chin to chin, bouncing off face after
face after face with her boot kick leaps, kicking out hard as she runs, going
round in circle after circle, kicking each face as she goes by, round and
round she kicks the three remaining doomed meatheads.

Then she lands on her feet for the first time since she began, waves them all
toward her with her finger tips, with complete alluring power over them. And
as each one steps, unable to resist, not thinking at all, into range, ZOCK!
POW! CRUNCH! Her fists take them all down, with ease, as teeth go flying in
all directions. Three very bruised scumbags pile up on the floor, on top of
the 4th one, who was out from the very first move of her warrior princess
boots. As all applaud, Xenette proudly places her boot on the chest of the one
lying on top, with a pile of 4 beaten, broken men now lying under her foot,
she raises her arms in victory.

The score board lights up. Each time a male is down, the score changes again.
Currently it's the girls 32, the boys 0.

The next two goons are made to go on stage. Linda appears on stage, ready to
take out the next two dirtbags with her wonder woman outfit on, and when she
sees that these dirtbags were in fact the very two who had thrown Holly into
the swamp earlier. Payback time! She invited the now shiny and clean Holly
onto the stage, gesturing for her to come up please. The dirtbags were up for
a fight against these two, but as these ones had been ringleaders, something
special was to happen to them. Linda also gestured for Evelyn, Xenette and
Heather to step back onto the stage. Everyone encouraged them on, and was
fired up to see some carnage.

But the cowardly twits decided to turn and run.

Little did they know that Linda had perfected the skill of throwing the Wonder
Woman net. As her net came down over the two worst scumbags, stopping their
escape, Evelyn, Xenette, Holly, Linda and Heather stepped towards them from
all directions, each step they made containing all the gloat and humiliation
that all the world could offer, the bounce in each stride revealing volumes
and complementing their full rosy smiles.

# "Well, well, well, what have we caught here?" asks Wonder Woman "Looks like
you boys have been very naughty lately, and will have to be punished." said
Xenette, in a as if talking to a toddler admonishing voice. "I think that even
if you drop to your knees and give us the blow of your lives, nothing can come
in the way of true justice now." said Holly in a mocking voice.

# "What do you say, audience? Shall we go easy on them?" asked Xenette with
her fists clenched and pulled back. "Noooooooo." Was the cry of the masses.
"or shall we tear these scumbags to pieces?" "YEEEEEAAAHHHHH!"

"Before we begin dismantling their faces completely, shall we pull these
creeps to their knees?" Linda firmly tugged on the net, forcing both chaps
onto their knees and the net to come off. "and shall we now get these sorry
wimps to kiss each and every female ass in the building, and utter a solemn
apology, before they lose the ability to pucker up for good? "YEEEEEAAAHHHHH!"
Linda wrapped her golden lasso around one of them and a rope was used to
handcuffs the other, pushing the knot real tight with an aroused look of
angered relief on her face. Well, come up on stage, all, and LET'S DO THIS!"
The loudest cheer of all times was accompanied by all the ladies rising to
their feet to come on stage and have their asses kissed.

The scumbags were given the humiliation of a lifetime, kissing ass after ass,
face buried deep in ass after ass, smooching them good, made to make that
smooching sound, as all around laugh and rejoice, knowing this school with
have male bullies no more, enjoying every moment.

The last lady in the line is Holly. She is not about to let these creeps
anywhere near her gorgeous bottom. She has re-emerged holding two lemon cream
pies, fresh from the canteen, topped with whipped cream and ... . In the bed
of cream on top of the pies, is that ... .? It is. It's fresh poo from the
girl's loo ... Holly's mushy turds. # And there can only be one reason why she
has brought these ... . SMASH! SMASH! The pies, with everything on them, are
forced hard into the target faces. And now that Holly's hands are free, she
grabs both brutes by the gonads, and squeezes, with a cruel smile. The
humiliation is complete. Imagine having 217 women point and laugh. Wow. That's
a lot of pleasure given to a lot of females at once.

"Before we begin to beat these worthless brutes to a pulp" announces Xenette
into the microphone, while punching one of them hard in the mid-chest POW!
Urgh. "let's make them watch as we completely overpower, dismantle and smash
up all the henchmen and their entire team." "YEEEEEAAAHHHHH!" # POW! Urgh. The
other one gets a fist to the face.

They are led to the back wall, and tied to the coat hooks there, with their
arms spread wide and facing the stage.

All the other cheerleaders, gymnasts and ballet dancers then get their turn on
the stage, in small groups, all showing off their marvellous punching, kicking
and face sitting skills. The ballet girls do a five girls surround one scumbag
face kicking game, passing the fool around by each one kicking him in the face
as he staggers over, then on to the next one, until a really hard kick from a
Maria Sharapova lookalike sends him down hard onto his back.

The score-board changes from the girls 34, the boys 0 to the girls 35, the
boys 0.

The fashion conscious cheerleaders really giggle as they take delight in
pummeling more hapless meatheads in the face with their shiny new Prada
handbags and from the red Gucci high-heel shoes. They love the fact that these
guys are on wabbly feet, taking blow after blow from these sensational women's
handbags, as the girls just swing away, hitting a face full-on with every
swing.

Then the girls switch to delivering the hardest, best-aimed, most
nut-shattering kicks to the groin ever! And in such good style too!

Then they finish these meatheads off with some good hard face punches,
completely laying them all flat and ready for the foot-on-male victory poses.

Holly and Xenette request a group of thugs. Three of them are ko's right away.
The last two were coming at Holly,, side by side. Xenette jumped in the air
and both fine looking legs shot in in front kicks, striking them both in the
chest.."WHAM!".."WHAM!"..They both flew back about ten feet before dropping to
the ground. A jocke was up and heading her way. A front flip landed her right
in front of him. Turning side ways, her tanned, muscular right leg flexed out
and her heel struck him in the stomach.."WHAM!"..He doubled over just right
for her jumping front kick that drove the ball of her foot into his
chin.."WHAM!"..He flopped to his back moaning and dazed.

Another one was coming at Holly with a Swiss-army knife in his hand. He swiped
right and then left, missing her graceful moving young body. Thinking he had
seen an opening to stab her in the stomach, he lunged at her with a grinning
face. Holly stepped to her left and chopped down on his wrist.."SMACK!"..
knocking the knife from his now numb hand. She quickly drove the inside of her
stiff hand into his throat.."SMACK!".. Gurgling sounds escaped his mouth as he
clutched his throat, trying to get his breath back.

She snapped her heel into the outside of his leg at the knee.."CRACK!"..and he
screamed out in pain from the broken leg she had given him. He slumped to the
ground whining like a little boy. The two Xenette had knocked back with her
front kicks, were back up and charging her. Xenette ran a few steps toward
them and leaped in the air while turning her feminine body to the left in a
gymnastic move. The ball of her right bare foot caught the first guy on the
cheek.."WHAM!" ..knocking him back. Her left heel caught the chin of the other
one.."WHAM!".. and sent him tumbling.

The guy with the broken jaw was up and had murder in his eyes. Xenette threw
her firm fighting body to the ground in a cartwheel, bringing her close to
him. As her bare feet hit the ground, she spun around performing a spinning
back kick and her left heel drove through the left side of his jaw.."WHAM!"..
breaking that side of his jaw too. He collapsed to the ground, crying like a
baby. Leaning over, she punched him between the eyes.."SMACK!".. with a hard
right, knocking him out.

Out of the corner of her eye, Holly saw the last one of these thugs stirring.
Two back flips put her beside him on his left. The muscles in her right leg
rippled as she swung it around in another arc kick.."WHAM!".. the toe-end of
her bare foot landed in the middle of his face, breaking his nose. He screamed
and grabbed his nose, giving her the opportunity to slam her hard fist into
his stomach.."SMACK!"..as he bent over, her shapely tanned leg flew straight
up like a ballerina, and her heel came down on the back of his neck in a
perfect axe kick.."WHAM!"..He dropped on his face, out cold. Holly looked
around to see where she should be next. The guy with the broken arm was
getting up and fumbling his loosened belt with his left hand.

Sprinting like an Olympic runner, Holly was on him before he knew it. She
snapped a front kick into his balls.."WHAM!"..and his face turned green as he
crumpled to his knees. Grabbing his left arm, she roughly twisted it forcing
him to drop the belt. The heel of her right hand slammed into his
elbow.."SNAP!".. breaking his left arm as he squealed like a frightened little
girl. The pain of having both arms broken was too much for the shoulder-pads
clad footballer and he passed out.

One of the others was trying to get up on his one good leg and retrieve his
Swiss-army knife. A quick gymnastic tumble put her in front of him just as his
hand closed on the knife lying on the ground. She stomped on his
hand.."STOMP!"..with her left heel, breaking a few of his fingers, and slammed
her right knee into the middle of his face.."CRACK!"..breaking his nose and
sending teeth flying out of his mouth. He slumped over on his back screaming
and crying.."WHAM!"..A side kick to his temple put him to sleep.

The other 200 pound guy was on Xenette, swinging a length of heavy chain. As
he swung it at her head, Xenette ducked under it in a crouch. Spinning from
her crouch, with her muscular right leg extended, she swept his legs out from
under him, dumping him on his back. The 185 pound guy was coming her way so
she stomped on the stomach of the guy on the ground.."STOMP!"..When her bare
foot landed on his stomach, she stepped up and stood on him. The stomp had
brought his head up, so a side kick to his chin.."WHAM!"..sent him to sleep.

Xenette stepped off of him to meet the one coming at her head on. The meathead
threw a mighty roundhouse that she ducked under and came up on his right. A
solid left hook.."SMACK!"..struck him near his right eye causing him to wince.
It was followed up by two hard shots to his chest.."SMACK!".."SMACK!"..that
seemed to paralyze him for a few seconds. Grabbing his waist, she bent over on
his right and her shapely right leg went flying back and then up and her sole
smacked him flush in the face.."WHAM!"..in a vertical kick. He stumbled back.

A series of side kicks, drove him back toward the
wall.."WHAM!".."WHAM!".."WHAM!".."WHAM!"..When his back collided with the
wall, Xenette jammed her bare foot under his chin and across his
throat.."SLAM!"..pinning his head to the wall. He was clutching at her foot,
trying to pry himself lose. Xenette smiled and quickly removed her foot,
slapping him back and forth across the face with her sole and sexy
toes.."SMACK!".."SMACK!"..before jamming it back over his throat.."SLAM!"

She repeated this three
times.."SMACK!".."SMACK!".."SLAM!".."SMACK!".."SMACK!".."SLAM!".."SMACK!".."SM
ACK!".."SLAM!"..with the last slam being the sole of her bare foot mashing his
head against the wall. When she removed her foot, he flopped to the ground out
cold.

The 200 pound guy with his jaw broken in two places, had made it to his feet
and was holding a knife. He was nearly on Holly when she turned around.

She quickly stepped to her left as he stabbed at her, causing him to miss.
Holly grabbed his wrist and jerked it down, around, and up, flipping him to
the ground. Still holding his wrist, a sharp twist to the
right.."SNAP!"..broke his wrist, making him drop the knife and scream like a
little girl.."WHAM!"..a kick to his temple with her heel, put him out of his
misery and in slumber land. It was time to check on Snake. As she was walking
toward him, the last one moving rose to a sitting position, trying to get
up.."WHACK!"..an edge of the hand chop on the back of his neck, put him out
again. Holly and Xenette raised each other's hands in triumph. They had just
taken out some of the nastiest monsters this school had ever seen.

A group of the bigger sisters, aunts and neighbours of the ballet girls shows
off some impressive muscle on stage. They grab some wimpy and skinny scrawny
little male stage hands, in addition to the football jocks they had allocated
as their opponents, and instinctively show off all sorts of expertly applied
head locks, camel clutches, back breakers, leg scissors, squeezing and nearly
crushing overpowered male heads between their legs, until they pass out, one
by one.

The score-board changes from the girls 35, the boys 0 to the girls 38, the
boys 0.

A particularly curvy and curly but still quite tall and slender ballerina
steps onto the stage, chooses one of the screaming wimps in a headlock, pulls
her tampon out with a sudden focussed hungry look and a twinkle in her eyes.
He is utterly helpless, stuck in the clutches of a very muscular woman. The
curvy ballerina then grabs his balls and squeezes hard. This forces his mouth
open and as he begins to scream out in agony, she duly shoves her freshly
pulled out and drippy tampon right into his mouth.

The score board lights up. Each time a male is down, the score changes again.
Currently it's the girls 39, the boys 0. The front row was filling up with
bottom-dwellers, human seat-cushions for girls to sit on and young women
sitting on them.

The cheerleaders sit on all the freshly beaten males' upturned faces, flung,
right after their matches, onto the front seats of the theatre to be sat on
and have their faces pressed into the sitting curved bottom-ends of these
playful and sexy cheerleaders, digging jock's noses into between their
butt-cheeks as they sat, allowing gravity to press them down on the beaten
male's faces.

A mother shows her seven, nine and twelve year old daughters how to bash four
men (one each) over the head with a baking tray, hard POW!,POW!-POW!-POW! and
then take each one out with an uppercut to the face with a wrench. CRUNCH!
CRUNCH! -CRUNCH! -CRUNCH! The lesson is a success! And there's blood flowing
from every man's lips who was hit with the wrenches. It's total victory. The
mum shows the little ones how to place their feet on the fallen men's chests.

The score board lights up. Each time a male is down, the score changes again.
The score goes up to the girls 43, the boys 0.

The school's group of slightly overweight girls all find their confidence for
the first time: They spontaneously take on fresh opponents, drive their meaty
boots into their adversaries groins, then slightly raise their booted legs up,
so they can and do push the jocks over with the sole of their boots to the
face, then come these amazing bonsai drops landing hard and heavy on their
foes' upturned faces with their larger than average, curvy and soft rears on
humiliated male faces, while also allowing other big girls to set foot on the
chest of these goons, standing tall and proud on their defeated opponents.

The score board lights up. More males are down. The score changes again. Then
yet more males are down and under a large ass, unable to escape. The score
changes again. Currently it's the girls 51, the boys 0.

Then came the rhythmic gymnastics team, sending one guy round and round in
circles. Each girl punched him in the face. The meathead staggers over to the
next one. POW! Then he staggers over to the next one. POW! Then he staggers
over to the next one. POW! Until finally, when it takes three girls to hold
him up and stop him from falling over, a 4th girl comes running, then tumbling
towards him, landing right on top him, pinning him down. While he is pinned
for a very slow and soothing three-count, the other three now hold his legs
apart and stomp their feet hard into his unprotected balls.

# Each of the beaten males was then sent onto the stage again, two at a time,
to be completely beaten up and humiliated again, in front of everybody, by the
amazing Holly (kissing her fists before sinking them deep in the impact zone,
where unimaginable damages were inflicted), by the gorgeous Evelyn (pouring
whipped cream onto her targets face, so he does not see her colossal punches
coming), and by Xenette (letting out a warrioress's battle cry while playing
sweet chin music, taking guys down with each kick, allowing the score-board to
become a techno tune as the score keeps changing).

A loud honk goes off. It's the score board updating to tell us it's the girls
74, the boys 0.

The school secretary proves how loud her face slaps are. SLAP! Then she
surprises many with showing how high she can kick. THWACK! KO. Victory pose.

As Chantelle was so leggy, her prize-winning cheer-leader's kicks proved to be
no match for another hopeless meathead. KICK! Fall. KO. Foot placed on face:
victory pose. The score-board updates, while the beaten one is dragged away to
be sat on..

Holly's little sister's opponent fell to his knees and thereby was now in a
perfect punching position ... POW! Crash! The score-board updated by 1, as
another KO is dragged off by his feet. Now, it's the girls 77, the boys 0.

# Up steps the biggest, strongest, meanest black bitch ever to don boots. Five
pathetic, wounded males are sent onto the stage. They are quivering in their
boots, when they see how big and strong she is, plus it turns out she's mighty
mean too: They are resigned to just standing around and waiting for the
inevitable to happen. She steps up to each one, one at a time, and fires
punches like a pro-boxer's into their waiting heads. WHAM! OWOWOWAAAAaaa!
WHAM! OWOWOWAAAAaaa! Before long, she has floored all five of them with blows
that would make a melon explode (and also does considerable damage to men).
But she decides she is not done with them yet. She pulls each one up to his
knees by his hair, where they await their fate. The audience is not
disappointed. Each one receives a big, juicy upper-cut to his chin, laying him
flat on his back, beaten. This is when the youngest females in the building
enter. They may be friends or relatives of the big mean bitch, or something.
Anyway, each one of these tiny young'ens really let's 'em 'ave it. Wielding
pots, frying pans and mallets (all borrowed from the school canteen's
kitchen), they are unleashed on the barely-conscious bewildered buffoons.

They raise their heads only to be hit by a pot by a little girl, frying pans
too. BANG! They have a mallet driven into their groin, causing the agony of
cracked nuts, which is then followed up with more pots to the head. BANG! The
score updates. The crowd applaud these little warrior princesses. All is good.
Now it's the girls 136, the boys 0.

The ballerinas drag some specially selected 'volunteers' on stage with them.
Their incredible high kicks to the face, while stood only on the tips of the
other foot's toes, take their opponents down well and hard. While their bare
feet are placed victoriously on the chests, faces and groins of their beaten
opponents, they give each other high-fives and are much applauded by all.

The mums really enjoy kicking their victims repeatedly in the gonads. They
know exactly how bad the bullying had been. They had heard it all. Now it was
pay-back time! The ring-leaders, having watched all the action from the wall
they were tied to, are taken down from the wall. And to ensure that justice is
served, the mums brought their daughters on, wearing heavy red boxing gloves
so hard that there was no risk of injury, for the girls that is. And plenty of
teeth went flying, as the mums held the bullies in place, ensuring maximum jaw
breakage impacts WHAM! Ergh. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Ergh. Ergh. Ergh.
WHAM! Off to sleep the bullies go!

Next up was Little Millie, looking all sweet, girly and small, with that soft
baby-girl face of hers and those teenie little strands of woven in hair. But
it turns out this little vixen really packs a punch! POW! Her opponent goes
crashing to the floor.

Twice beaten males are being selected for more, and pulled by their hair back
onto the stage. There, sweet Lola (the quiet girl with the ribbon in her hair)
also comes up to show us just how power-packed her punch can be: when her fist
lands in a meathead jock's face, the impact is off the scale of severity! This
one will be out cold for some time to come. And she decides to garnish his
face and mouth with girly make-up and a worn tampon, so he'll have something
to remember her by when he wakes up.

What can the twins treat the cheering audience to? KICK! KICK! Wow! It's a
twin kick to the face take-down. Very well done, girls! The score board is
going ballistic, and so are the many ladies in the audience.

More and more meathead males are being pulled back onto the stage again, and
put in a kneeling position there, waiting for something to hit them: young
mums show us they sure know how to make a lot of noise with an open-handed
slap to the face. And they follow this up with a punch that lays the meatheads
flat. Well done! And yes, ladies, do put those feet of yours right on their
beaten male bodies, as your arms too are raised in victory.

It turns out that the cute new young French teacher, you know, the one who has
THE MOST INTOXICATING HAIR AND EYES, is flirtacious by design, and who nobody
can keep their eyes off. Well, it seems she's no pushover of a girl either.
She shows us all that she can turn a line-up of kneeling males into a pile of
sleeping ko'd males with a few well-placed kicks and some punches for the last
few. Bravo! Tres jollie! Une jeune belle femme-fatele!

What few males (father and brothers) there once were in the audience, seem to
have disappeared in the excitement. I wonder where they've gone? Aaahh, the
dangling struggling legs looking out from under some of the lady spectators in
the audience reveals their position.

The show is so popular that the twice beaten, aching, sore, injured, bleeding
males are sent out onto the stage a second time, ...

a third time, ...

a fourth time, ...

a fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth and nineth time, encountering different forms
of femme fury each time, and being laid flat by different girls each time.
Only when ALL the girls had had several chances to impress, and impress they
did, all of them, then the stage was opened out to all the 284 ladies in the
audience too, some coming on in twos, some individually, and some in bigger
groups.

Each one demonstrates amazing fierceness, punching the jock's face in with
fist after fist and kick after kick, not stopping until SHE is satisfied and
HE is truly beaten, and when the bleeding, humiliated face of the beaten male
could take no more. # Each time the male opponent was clobbered, beaten, taken
down, sat on, and while being sat on, was clobbered some more.

The cheerleaders do a cheer with boxing gloves on: Give me a G POW! OOF! Give
me an I (thumbs to the eye) AAAAAH! Give me an R (roundhouse punches) POW!
OOF!# Give me an L (high leg kicks to the faces) POW! OOF! Give me a P (face
punches) POW! OOF! Give me an O (kicks to the balls) POW! OOF! Give me a W
(knees to the groin) WHAM! OOF! Give me an E Eeeeeee! (slaps to the face)
SMACK! OOF! Echoes of the smack go round the stage. And give me an R (right
hooks) POW! OOF! Some of the meatheads go down. Others get one more, really
hard, heavy well aimed punch. POW! OOF! What does that spell? The girls put a
foot each on the beaten men's faces GIRLPOWER!!!!!

The score board now reads the girls 186, the boys 0. All the jocks are now
part of a seat in the front row, with a woman's ass on it, from the moment
they are beaten until the moment somebody decides to pick him to go on again.

And even then, while they watched the next guys being turned into mush by one
rain fall of punches after another, each beaten male's turn to go on again and
face yet another vastly superior female adversary, no matter how badly hurt
they already were, came closer and closer. And so it went on, all through the
night. Older sisters, younger sister. Aunts. Mums. Friends. Cousins. Teachers.
Nurses. Canteen girls. Cleaners. Receptionists. Those really lovely young
student-teachers. One after the other, each one came onto the stage and found
that she was able to release years-worth of tension, stress and anger onto
these deserving wimps, these once mighty males. These bleeding, bruised,
cowering clowns. And so it became clear that this was going to become an
all-nighter. The hours went by. Each and every girl in the auditorium, all 284
of them was given opponent after opponent after opponent, and it felt sooooo
good.

The score on the score on the score board went up and up and up, the girl's
score that is, into the thousands. It was agreed that the score at the end of
the evening would determine how many hour-long sessions of face-sitting
slavery and wrestling practice the boys were going to owe the girls and women.

The Cleaners show us how to beat the cr*p out of people with a mop, using both
ends of the mop well, as a weapon, leaving all beaten, on their backs,
quivering, allowing a lovely victory pose to finish off another wonderful
performance.

The young canteen ladies competed to see who can hit a meathead jock the
hardest on his head with a pot or frying pan, borrowed from the school canteen
kitchen.

Then they are dragged away to be face-sat, while others are sent onto the
stage to face a similar fate against more women, mostly teenagers, unleashing
yet more femme fury.

It went on for 24 hours. Each woman in the building had at least 5 goes on the
stage. As there were only 46 brutes on the football team, this meant that each
male had to make at least 28 appearances on stage, some of which consisting of
a whole group of girls slapping, kicking, and punching one guy, each encounter
a complete thrashing ending in a victorious pose, a cute wink and a world of
hurt. By the end, it's the girls 482, the boys 0.

In the last few hours, nobody was bothering to pull the much beaten, bruised
and demoralised males up any longer. Instead, women simply climbed on top of
their targets, who were already lying on their backs, and looked down at their
heads, into which they fired a string of merciless, stinging and humiliatingly
accurate bare-handed fist shots. In spite of their little hands, the girls
were showing each other how hard they could hit with them. And how, even when
the males were begging, they did not go weak or ineffective, turning meaner
and more punishing instead.

And just when the guys thought they were going to be getting a rest, the
cheerleaders came and asked ALL the males to be pulled onto the stage for a
high-kicks line-up. KICK! CRASH! KICK! CRASH! KICK! CRASH! KICK! KICK! KICK!
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

And after this, it was time to pull them all back up onto their knees again,
as the big mean bitch from hell wanted to lead a chorus of sweet chin music,
along with MANY OF THE GIRLS AND LADIES, so along the line-up they went again:
PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! OOF! BROKEN
JAWS! FLYING TEETH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

What was left of the once mighty football team by the end of the festivities
was a completely busted up, broken heap of men. But they were replaceable.
There were plenty of nice guys in the school, guys who treat a girl well,
whereas these guys had one use and one use only. They were turned into slaves
and were taken home by the women of the auditorium, to be used for pleasure,
punch-work-outs, stress relief, and for sexual purposes.

# # The evening was such a big hit with the press, and such a media-storm of
public demand ensued, that numerous sequels were put on for the benefit of a
paying live audience, for TV and for DVDs. Millions of males and females out
there discover they can't get enough of this stuff.

In one such event,

The girls are all top-notch celebrities, and as we did not want to risk
anything happening to ANY of them, and we want to see plenty of action and
mangled beaten opponents, we've come up with these exciting rules: The men
have their feet tied together and their hands tied behind their back before
they come out for their match. The girls have their cutest exercise attire on,
and boxing gloves.# For each match, there is a prize money allocation of at
least $2,000.# If the male lasts for an entire 10 minutes without getting
knocked off his feet, he gets 50% of the prize money for the match and she
gets 50% for her efforts;#

If the male lasts for an entire 5 minutes (but not 10) without getting knocked
off his feet, but not the full 10 minutes before being defeated in the ring,
being pinned to a three count, he gets 10% of the prize money for the match
and she gets 90%; if he lasts for less than five minutes without being knocked
off his feet and less than 10 minutes until he is pinned, he gets 0% and she
gets 100%;

This is all funded through commercial endorsements and the TV rights.

The money generated from the live in-stadium audience, and the pay-per view
all go to a specially selected charity: Women's Aid, an exciting new charity
that provides help for wives who suffer domestic violence, women who have been
raped, mistreated, cheated on, bullied or stolen from. It gives them all sorts
of support, including revenge (in the form of a ball-breaking and
face-punching session with the culprit) and participation in numerous regular
self-defence classes with real men (who are given no protection) to practice
their moves on. and to enable the ladies to find their confidence back, and
then some.

In match 1, we saw Keira Knightley up against Mr Homicide. Here she is#
repeatedly kicking him in the groin, causing his testies to pop. Here she is
punching him in the face. Here he is, completely overwhealmed, falling to the
ground. And here he is with Keira standing on him with one foot# on his face
and one on his chest. The winner in under 2 minutes, Keira (gets her arm
raised while still stood on her beaten opponent). She gets ALL the winnings.

In match 2, we saw Kelly and Peggy from Married with Children working together
to overwhelm the TheTaxInspector. Just you watch as both ladies grab his balls
right at the start-bell, and see them both sitting on him, Peggy on his face
and Kelly on his chest and with her knee in his groin, both having a sweet
creamy ding-dong while he is held down under their combined weight for the
three count and ALL the winnings.

In match 3, we saw Ginger and Mary-Anne from Gilligans Island making short
work of the Masked Bank Robber. They whack him with their handbags, fell him
with a frying pan to the head, jump on top of him from the top rope, and
within 1 minute Ginger already has him in a lethal leglock while Mary-Anne
sits on his chest and squeezes his balls, for the three count and ALL the
winnings.

In match 4, Nicole Kidman elegantly kicks The Wife Beater over with a groin
kick followed by a high leg kick to his face. She then stands on her
opponent's chest and balls for the 3-count. And here she is, stuffing toilet
paper that she has just used to wipe her clitoris and netherregions with right
into his mouth while sitting on his shoulders and squeezing his face between
her legs, for the early win and, you guessed it, ALL the winnings.

In match 5, we saw Melinda Messenger#

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and Billie Piper

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team up to take Mr Taliban Udeh Al-Ouenkah down with some wonderful boxing
glove punches to the face, totally wrecking his jaw, nose and eyes. And here
they are jumping up and down on him all excitedly, then pinning him down for
the winnings, while also stuffing those bikinis he disapproved of so much down
his throat ... and those shoes up his ass ... , and here they are gloating,
and making him lick their ass cracks while they sit on him and write their
names on his chest with lipstick and other "forbidden" make-up.#

In match 5, we saw Xena Warrior Princess take out her 5 opponents, the Russian
Mafia, with these (5 shown, one for each opponent) glorious knees to the groin
and with these (5 takedowns shown) punches and kicks to the face. Here they
are all piled high, unconscious and here she is, with her boot on top of the
pile and her arm raised, again winning one for woman-kind and earning ALL the
takings.

At this stage, let us show you where the men go after their matches: they go
to these ringside sitting rows, where they are sat on by these glamorous girls
(shown, very cute, young, long hair, smiley and with a mischievous grin
revealing that the defeated men will get their faces used for pleasuring these
ladies while the ladies watch the remaining matches!). Then of course these
guys all become sex-slaves, wholly owned by the Women's Aid Foundation, used
both in self-defence classes and in man-whore wimp brothels run by our BIG
deadly women, until ultimately they one day disobey or are left unable to
comply with one of the cardinal rules, and then they are sent to the execution
chambers run by our BIG deadly women !#

In match 6, we see Sophie Ellis Bextor grab PaedoPete's balls and squeeze them
right from the outset, reducing his manhood to pulp. She sits on him and
punches his face into ruin, then has fun leaning over him for a model's pose
during the 3-count and ALL the winnings with an inescapable facesit.# Then we
saw her smothering him to death, nose between butt-cheeks, in her lethal
facesit, and everybody loved it. She has so much elegance and class in her
every move!#

In match 7, we saw Jennifer Lopez, having been quite gentle in pushing The
PeepingTom over with her fingertips, turn cruel with her facesit and
nutcracker combination move. And here too she got all the winnings, while he
perished in a lethal facesit, succumbing to her gorgeous pear-shaped heavenly
ass!#

(as seen here#
http://fetishcod.com/video/facesitting-smother/41396/lynn-becomes-a-facesitter
.html)#

In match 8, we saw Kerry Katona and Katie Price teaming up on Katie's x, Peter
Andre. Kerry face-slapped and pulled him to his knees by his tie, then they
strapped his face to Katie's enormous tits, where he was stuck while Katona#

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was mutilating his balls in her little squeezing hands. Observe him pinned by
these curvacious babes, trying to kick out to survive to the 2-minute mark,
only to have Jordan's ass bounce down repeatedly on his face. And here's the
grande finale, where the two ladies pull the beaten man up, tie his wrists to
the ceiling, stuff newspapers with pics of the 2 gals all over them down his
face and front, coupled with some more well-aimed groin kicks. Another 100%
win for the gals! That makes 8 out of 8 so far! Well done, girls!

In match 9 we saw Cheryl Cole landing these fantastic long-legged kicks to The
Stalker's face, before standing with grace on his face and chest for the quick
three count. Then here she is, with her Girls Aloud girl-buddies, all
practicing their groin kicks with him after the match, making good use of
those wrist straps that Peter Andre, Kerry Katona and Katie Price had been
playing with seconds earlier.#

In match 10 we saw Davina McCall punching the True African Dictator's face so
hard that his last remaining teeth all go flying. And here she is sitting on
his chest and pushing a plate of her poo in his face, grinning cruelly as she
wins the full amount!

In match 11 we saw Sandra Bullock jumping onto MrRuthless even before the
starting bell and totally burying him in her girly kicks and punches. This one
here is the punch that knocked him out. Here he lay defeated as the starting
bell rang, and here's her victory pose, foot on chest; and here he is waking
up at ringside while being sat on by 5 sexy ringside damsels.

In match 12 we saw Chantelle Houghton showing off her heavenly long-legged
kicks to the groin; this is Preston tapping in surrender to her legscissors,
and here she is stuffing her used tampon in the defeated male's face and
mouth. That's yet another unshared prize-pot! 12 out of 12! Go girls! You do
us proud!

In match 13 we saw Penelope Cruz and Claudia Schiffer stand by and watch,
giggling and grinning, as Demi Moore showed us her secret passion for
brutalizing a wimp's face with a disfiguring array of bare-knuckle
sucker-punches to the face of The PurseSnatcher. It turns out that she just
can't get enough of rearranging a wimp's face, as her sledgehammer blows just
keep pouring in again and again, and the poor fool's face kept falling to
bits. Ultimately, the three ladies pressed one foot each on his crotch, his
chest and what remains of his face for the three count and ALL the winnings.
Then, after the match, we see Demi encouraging Penelope and Claudia to use
wrenches, truncheons and nightstick batons on The PurseSnatcher. Grinning too
much to focus at first, we soon see both ladies get well into it and fun was
had by all, as no ball, hand, toe or rib was left unbroken.

In match 14 we saw Nigella Lawson cooking up some tasty knees to the groin,
followed as you see by a cozy sit-down facesitty pin. Just to make sure, she
had Kendra and the entire Victoria's Secret playmate group of girls piled up
on top of him for that three-count. The girls were eating some of Nigella's
fresh tasty keylime pie, while a creampie was pushed right in ArsonMan's face,
first by hand and then by ass as that facesitty pin made it the most inventive
pinning move of the night, for which a bonus prize would be awarded to the
derserving Nigella. 14 out of 14. Nobody has even lasted 2 minutes. There's
girls are amazing!#

In match 15 we saw Charlotte Church punching TheMugger's face so hard that his
nose caved in. CRASH What a mess! And she was still not satisfied ... annoyed
at having to share an opponent with Chelsea Clinton, who has earlier broken
four of his ribs, she set about mangling his balls to mush during the 3-count,
while Chelsea giggled at making TheMugger inhale her cherry fart. What elegant
style and good taste too! Here's another one for the ringside facesit girls,
followed by the wimp-brothel emporium, then the self-defence classes and of
course the inevitable execution in the end, but not before you girls are
finished with your post-match testicle-crushing fun.

In match 16, The sexy Isla Fisher combined face-punches with devastating knees
to the groin.# http://uk.images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?p=Isla+Fisher

Once her man was down, the mighty Roseanne Barr and her three daughters all
came and sat on Tom Cruise as he was trying to kick out from the first pin and
fight on to the 2-minutre marker. But the poor guy found the mighty Roseanne
sitting on his upper chest, weighing 4 times what he does, and that's before
her daughters joined in, ensuring he was going nowhere! while The sexy Isla
Fisher seized the opportunity for some passionate knees to the fallen man's
groin. After the match, Cruise begged not to go in Roseanne's ass again. It
was so much fun watching his pathetic begging and knowing full-well that
nothing would keep Roseanne and her daughters from doing some taunting butt
wiggling in front of his face, before totally letting her ass drop with
crunching force down on his deserving, cheating face again and again until he
stank of poo, and then some more, more begging then more heavy buttdrops!

And the leggy and cute Kara Tointon made it 17 out of 17 prize-pots going
unshared, as her opponent too found her to be more than he could handle - Mr
Harley lost his bike and his manhood to the cutest girl in the world.#
http://uk.images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?p=Kara+Tointon

with his balls probably wrecked for life! But then that won't be very long
anyway, once the BigGirls get a hold of him. Here's the gorgeous Kara stuffing
her worn underpants with a haha! told you! now you get what you deserve! grin
and hand gesture fully into his mouth while she sits on his shoulders and
squeezes her legs together hard from either side of his head for the pin and
full win.

Kate Winslet didn't fancy the match-beginning bit, so she got the cute CSI
girls to come and whack TheArmedBurglar down. Then it was time for the
facesitting, and as Kate's rear is of magnificent amplage, she had lots of fun
stuffing the man's face

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in between her cheeks for the full girly smother death, very sexy! And very
elegantly performed by the cute rompy starlet, indeed! A total crowd pleaser

The blonde PretzelGirl secret agent from Chuck had lots of fun kicking

Mr Gropy into oblivion - his lips and chin got wrecked by the girly girl, and
once Pamela Anderson got her lovely rompy behind down on his face, he never
even got the chance to take a breath! PretzelGirl and Pamela Anderson got
extra prize money for achieving the first kill within 2 minutes (14 seconds
for 7 lovely kicks by the Pretzelgirl, followed by 93 seconds of lethal
smothering action by the great Pamela Anderson!) DO NOT call this chick babe!
Then Pamela Anderson brought in her cheating and abusive x, Tommy-Lee, for
some PretzelGirl kicks to the teeth and some Pamela Anderson's luscious but
deadly smothering ass action.

Kirsty Gallagher showed us her glamorous face-punching technique

http://uk.images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?p=Kirsty+Gallacher&xargs=0&pst
art=1&b=21&ni=20# leading to a KO and triumphant and celebratory foot-on face
cover, all within 2 minutes!

then Angelina Jolie reminded us ... # # # you do NOT want to make this chick
angry ... Ow Wee! One of her punches sent some of GreasyMachismo's teeth
flying all the way to the 60th row, as the crowd went crazy in support of the
great one. And in the end, her bazooka did away with what was left of her
bewildered opponent's head.

Then Penelope Cruz showed the girls in the audience how to have some fun with
a nightstick to the face - these heavy blunt weapon shots are incredible!# # #
... So much passion! So much ... action ... .. so many teeth and jaw fragments
sent flying ... . so sexy!

And speaking of sexy, Baby Doll and her 4 girly buddies from the 2011 film
Sucker Punch showed the girts in the audience how to have some fun with swords
to the face, crotch, legs and body - these sharp blades are incredible!# # #
... So much passion! So much ... action ... . So many sliced up samurais ...
so sexy! So one-sided. Thank goodness the samurais were given useless toy
swords, so as not to risk any injury to the cute and precious girly girls.

In match 27 we saw Pixie Lott rubbing her clitoris up against the face of the
ChessGeek who she had just pinned, getting her mucous ALL OVER HIM! Good on
ya, miss! And the same fate befell the chess coach and the sensei at the
ringside, at the receiving end of some kicks and crotch-to-the-face
suffocation under the Sucker Punch girls.# Take that opportunity to get some
good crotch-action, do!

Then Clarissa knows it all,# a.k.a. Sabrina the Teenage Witch showed us all
how to wreck a man's balls good and well! She and Tpenga broke every part of
The Nightmare MathsTeacher from Hell's face, jaw, ribs and especialy the
crotch, completely. Well done, girls!

In match 29 we saw The RedHot Redneck Trishelle & CandyGirl

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using trashcans and licence plates to totally rearrange both Danny Bonaduce's
and Screech's face for all time. I think the same would have happened even
without the men's hands tied! And here's the moment Bonaduce is caught in that
groin claw that ultimately costs him his, ahem, squashed grapes - and here the
girls are piling up a mountain of garbage on their mangled chests, then
jumping from the top rope for a stylish pin-finish, and again the FULL
winnings!

In match 30, Heather Locklear & Shannon Doherty showed Jason Priestley and
Luke Perry how to die from facesitting under some ever so gorgeous and
glamorous girls!

Of course it would have been harder without the great Cynthia Rothrock on
their side, kicking both men over with hard facekicks before the opening bell,
but what team work!

Then in match 31, watch as we saw Relic Hunter demolish The Horny Samurai with
some devastating kicks, this one sending his dislocated jaw flying, and here
she is standing on her opponent for the count.

Match 32 saw the 12 most recent Bond Girls assemble to punch the three
surviving James Bond's faces to wrecked bits, then unconscious, only to hand
him over to the heaviest woman in the world for the 3-count face sit and then
a splash of water so he could witness the rib-squashing deadly heavy leap from
great height finale. Another well-deserved 100% win for the ladies!

In match 33 we saw Sharon Stone's blonde daughter Leanne and the sexiest and
most beautiful TV presenter in the history of the world Holly Willoughby

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the body-blows are having no impact, a man's groin is ALWAYS his weak spot.
WHAM! Down goes The Diet Police wimp of a man! And here's the three-footed pin
and victory pose. That'll teach him for making beautiful women feel fat and
forcing them to lose even more weight when clearly ... . the girls are
purrfection with a lovely set of curves, curls and lips on them. Who could ask
for anything more?

Just then, the heaviest woman in the world returns for some 4 ton face sit
drops and then the rib-squashing deadly finale, leaving him too flatter than a
pancake. Another well-deserved complete win for the ladies!

Did we mention yet what fun sentencing game the girls at ringside are playing
with ALL the beaten men AS THEY SIT ON TOP OF THEM? Well, first they are all
told they will be donated for 2 weeks of "service" to the women's charity -
you know the one that offers its men out for use in kicking classes for girls
and so much more - then the males are forced to play a guessing game while the
gorgeous women sit on their face. Unfortunately for the men even if they DO
guess an answer correctly, they STILL LOSE for having spoken at all, rather
than keep kissing the ass that sits on them. For each answer they get wrong
their sentence increases, from 2 weeks to 20 weeks then to 2 years of being
used, owned and abused by the ladies, then this becomes 20 years - of course
any protests or speaking of any kind only accelerates this inevitable process,
then 20 years becomes life, then they begin to forego their rights ... within
15 minutes of going under the

faces

Charlie's Angels, Drew Barrymore, Lucy Liu and Cameron Diaz reassembled to
teach a wifebeater a lesson or two. Needless to say, he won't have any teeth
left to brush after those kicks to the face! But then why worry about that,
when Drew Barrymore's ass is about to smother sit you to death while Lucy Liu
squeezes and breaks your ribcage between her legs and Cameron Diaz does the
same to your balls at the same time! Well, that's one wife-beater less in the
world!

In the long awaited match 36, Elle McPherson and Kate Moss teamed up to take
out a nasty panelist from the X-Factor, Simon Cowell. He deserved every single
one of those 42 face-punches, most of which came after he fell. Thanks go to
the official timekeeper for this match Myleene Klass who stopped the clock
often enough to allow 42 proper face-shattering punches, 38 of which occurred
during her clock stoppages "for disciplinary reasons" and there was some
three-girl-pile-up face sitting on Cowell's mangled face, bringing an easy
three-count! And here they are, stuffing womens magazines down his clothes
while also stuffing their worn panties into his mouth! And the VibroRabbit in
his Arse! A clever touch of style! Well done, ladies! That's 41 men down, and
still nobody who was man enough to take it for 2 minutes without being
completely beaten and owned!

Match 37 now: "Buffy" Sarah Michelle Gellar & Kirsty Swanson (who played the
blonde cheerleader Buffy in the movie) show us why two Buffys are definitely
deadlier than one, sending ThirstyForBloodDracula back and forth between the
two of them for more beatings and more face kicks until ultimately, the
synchronized stake to the heart move puts him down for the count! And out of
his misery! Then his pathetic zombie of a man is pulled in for some "lessons"
that leaves him black and blue. With one Buffy's foot on his face and one
flattening his groin, while Dracula lays slain beside him, these dudes will
definitely never be hassling any women ever again!#

Christina Aguilera made a dance out of flooring her guy, albeit this one was
strapped to a mattress, so he was never going to be able to duck her famous
high-kicks. And this made him even more comfy for her to land on and pin. So
much so even that Kendra and all the playboy playmates and ALL the Dallas
Cowboys cheerleaders came out and gave him a try. Then the ritual wiping of
everybody's ass and shoving all the toilet paper into the man's face before
handing him over to a fate of ringside being sat on followed by being used and
abused until his ultimate execution day comes. 38 in a row for the girls! Now
that's good form!#

You could already see from this striding red-carpet walk that Martine
McCutcheon was going to REALLY enjoy this. And so the Kidnapper too ended up
pinned and out before the 2-minute marker. He was then smothered to death
under her succulent ass. Well done, babe! And don't you love how she even
found time to put her candle up his ass for extra sufference during the
smother? Yeah!

Samantha Cameron & Carla Bruni showed that Britain and France CAN work
together to take out the trash, as Mr KKK got his nuts wrecked for life with
even more elegance and good tastes in evening dresses than any of the others
have done. So much for him! Here he is with one foot from each lady on his
face and chest.

The Cheeky Girls looked liked they had opponents that were too big for them to
handle. But luckily, WonderWoman Lynda Carter and BabyDoll from Sucker Punch
were on hand to offer assistance, making a lovely team of face demolishing
vixens, and all joined in with the tampon to the mouth post-match humiliation.

Kickass Kandy (.com) made short work of six males! as she kicked their faces
in and allowed the audience to cheer louder than ever before, keeping count of
all the kicks and of all the men was fun to do.#

Anna Kournikova and Maria Sharapova got together to kill the dirty peeking up
skirts tennis court Umpires in synchronized leg-scissors. Sexy! And lethal
too!

Kylie Minogue once again (just like last week and the week before) kills her
sister Dani Minogue's new boyfriend in her fatal facesit finish. She makes it
look so easy! And her ass makes countless men wish for the same exact fate.

Then in the following match, also just like last week and the week before,
Danii gets revenge by also killing Kylie's new boyfriend, in her trademark
face-in-vagina death grip. Poor Kylie! But good form, Danii!

Monica Lewinski & Miss Lorena Bobbitt team up to smash up some rapists'
testicles, totally reducing both men's balls to mulch from all the kickage and
stompage. It turns out that Monica has been a FANTASTIC apprentice for the
original wrecker of man-balls. And what a good job she does! She's really
learned how to inflict maximum impact well! Looks like Lorena can move on to
teaching the class of next girls now.

And then Brittany Spears came in to reveal that she is going to be Lorena's
next apprentice, and she brought the first victim (her ex-manager) with her to
practice on right here and now!

Coutney Cox and Jennifer Aniston (Rachel and Monica from Friends)# #
http://ballbustinguniverse.com/images/LastMan6a/index.html# show that some
really good kicks with boots can be landed even before the Dirty Old
Paedophiles men go down, only to be followed by some amazing
testicle-squashage action on the trapped lying down beaten opponents. Notch up
another victory for the ladies team! These guys will never walk again, let
alone anything involving their testicles! Now that's how to trample men to
pieces!

Atomic Kitten do a fantastic job of demonstrating some face-crunching
punching, bare-knuckle with no boxing gloves on against the racist Nazis. What
a clever variation! Who knew that these feisty damsels had fists of stone as
well as looking cute, delicate and 100% feminine. That's 2 male jaws, 2 noses
and 3 eyes wrecked for good! And 2 triumphant ladies, well deserving the full
prize-pot from this match!# ... and just when the males thought it was over,
Jazzmon appears out of nowhere to totally smash every bone in their faces with
14 of her world-famous her power-blast punches. Well done!

The Corrs were too delicate to try bare-fisting, we thought. But when the
PurseSnatchers encountered their knuckle-dusters, the damage to their faces
was unlimited, and once the goons were down, the frying pans and rolling pins
made some lovely dents in their heads, while also preparing them nicely for
the mass facesittings and ball-manglings to come.

Charlie's Angels performed some kick-flying kicks to the faces of their
opponents, The Good, the Bad and The Ugly. And then they grinded their asses
into the defeated faces good during the 3-count.

The Spice Girls also showed good form with their high kicks to the face,
totally knocking out The DrugDealers, and then beating them some more when
they were down. Such sexual babes! And here they are rubbing their crotches on
the mangled faces of the defeated men, and here they are stuffing candles down
their butt-holes.

Such glamorous triumphs, and again a well-deserved win, all ringside judges
full of praise.

The PussyCat Dolls and Girls Aloud

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F-8&fr=&fr2=# then teamed up for the last match of the evening, in which all
male officials, the referee, the time keeper, the security guards, ... all
were totally used up and all had their defeated mouths stuffed full of freshly
worn panties, tampons and toilet paper. What a fitting end to a fantastic
evening. And it was all for charity!

After this, there was more man-squashing action featuring ...

Tamara Drewe

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Her face kicks certainly took down looks of chauvs.

Katy Perry

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fr2=sg-gac-sy&p=katy%20perry%20singer&ei=&iscqry=&fr=# What a set of intense
face punches! Very well worked. That girl's really in shape!

Jennifer Ellison and Catherine Zeta Jones teamed up in demolishing Brad Pitt.
This cheating heart won't be seducing other women behind his woman's back now.
He won't be able to, with no teeth and with swollen eyes and a dislocated
nose.

Barbara Eden from I Dream Of Jeannie is a lot tougher looking with that#
truncheon than she is strutting to the ring with that wide dress gown. A few
well aimed swings of that truncheon, and all three of her opponents are down
for the count. And what a lovely touch it is, planting her boot on top of the
beaten pile as well!#

Xuxa teams up with the Bionic Woman to smash up Tom Jones. His face will
forever be in a thousand pieces now. That's a well earned victory for the
cutesie girls there!

Duffy shows us that she can punch men right in the face too.

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http://melindamessenger.celebscentral.net/photo/9015/# Melinda Messenger (also
see# http://melindamessenger.celebscentral.net/photo/9012/# ) shows us why her
ass has suffocated a thousand men, make that a thousand and one, now! What a
curvy girly, and how cute and adorable she is too!

Danielle Lloyd# # http://www.djmick.co.uk/djmickimage.php?image# =#
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pg shows us how to kick a man in the testicles 14 times. Oh so sexy!

And for the finale, we have Vanessa Angel, Colleen Rooney, both girls from
Bridget Jones's Diary, Mitzi Kapture of Silk Stalkings, Gabrielle & Giselle
Bl#mchen, The Pussycat Dolls, Atomic Kitten, Penelope Cruz and Mila Jovovich
!!! up against the 4 real life rapists (with their hands tied behind their
back).#

Here are some of the highlights, as the ladies throw punches (shown) that
really crumple up the rapists faces, and boy is there a LOT of knees to the
balls! Not only do all ladies get several turns each on crushing all four
rapists groins with incredible kicks, but this is when the entire building,
that's 14,000 + hot young women all burst onto the# scene to kick these men in
the balls and to wreck any other bit of them that's last after that. Wow! The
excitement and the intensity of the moment is such that when the testicles,
faces, hands and ribcages of the rapists is completely wrecked, all men in the
building, be they selling hotdogs, accompanying women, officials, security,
merchandise sellers, viewers of the live action, all are grabbed and
immediately put to use in a mad frenzy of knees to the balls, followed by
women sitting on the faces of the men.

Yes, let me again praise all these ladies in full for the fantastic job they
did in there. I know it can be a bit daunting stepping in that ring, but these
models super-models and role-models showed us all tonight exactly how to
handle the men in your lives! As for the prize pots, the girls have won each
and every one in full! And for doing such an appallingly bad job, the men all
completely deserve the many ball kickings and beatings that will come with
being part of the women's fight classes that they will be part of, in between
sexual usage sessions, in the coming days. Long reign the girls!

The Girlpunch State Championships

Hello and welcome to the 4th annual Georgia state championships.

Girl punch is a thriving sport with hundreds of fans. In today's competition,
we have five beauties competing for the title of Georgia state girlpunch
champion, and for a place in the US national championships. This year Georgia
is allowed to enter 4 ladies in the US national championships, so this means
that the top 4 ladies in tonight's final will qualify for the nationals.

The state prison system has been kind enough to supply 10 of the roughest,
meanest no-hopers ever. When the Amazon princesses left that night, they took
with them the only two men who had witnessed the evening's discussions,

In the semi-finals, no less than 46 ladies gave it a go. Only five were able
to shatter a man's jaw in a single punch - let's meet these 5 ladies now,
shall we?

Here comes Suzie,# Eve Polman, Jazzmon, Nicole and Sarah-Jane:

# ... ... . ... . I'll leave the next bits to your imagination for now

The most large and heavy women turn their opponents into mincemeat

First it was going to be the turn of Big Suzy PillowAss to wrestle and squish
two non-suspecting men.

Then it would be the turn of Victoria Ballcrusher to take on three at once.

And finally, in the main event, the Mega Cheeky Girls, the brunette Rachel and
the blonde Samantha would try to win against five men in one match.

In case any tried to run away, the others would always be nearby with lassoos
to catch them.

The crowd was a capacity crowd of 750, mostly girls. They were making a lot of
noise, and their support for the girls and their demands for complete
pulverization and crushing squishing of men was insatiable. They loved this
team of four 400 lbs BBW wrestler girls, loved watching them destroy ordinary
sized (100-140 lbs) men who had signed up thinking it was some kind of fun in
the sun mud wrestling game with gentle 80lbs girls, rather than mayhem and
murder with no mercy shown.

Most of the crowd were regulars, getting very much into it, chanting things
like "squish them, squish them..." and "finish him off! finish him off!" They
got very wet from watching the crushing of men in the ring, and it would not
be rare for the girls of the crowd to suddenly overwhealm some guys from the
crowd, as they got so carried away from the excitement.

Tonight our four pretties were going to have lots of fun breaking each tiny
male opponent completely - as there were twelve super BBWs who took turns
being in episodes, it was going to be a long wait before these four would get
another go in the spotlight, so they were really going to make the most of
their matches tonight.

As a surpise encore, the organizers had arranged for a fifth fight at the end
of the evening, once the three pre-announced matched were completed, in which
no less than ten more men were going to be put in a cage against five women:

the very curvy 404 lbs Big Suzy Roundass, the sensational and seductive 396
lbs Victoria Ballcrusher, the Mega Cheeky Girls, the 421 lbs brunette Rachel
the 446 lbs blonde Samantha, and the phenomenal 647 lbs Charlene The
Squashassassin.

What a surprise and a treat this was going to be for the crowds and for the
superstar girls too.

So we are all set to go now. ... The first match is ready to get underway.

Two nonsuspecting 110 lbs fools, Randy and Kenneth were in the ring, expecting
two bikini clad Baywatch beauties and some lotion, stared transfixed in shock,
as Big Suzy Roundass was announced and made her way to the ring.

This was not going to be such a walk in the park, thought the guys, gulping
and opening their eyes wider than ever before, to take in the 404 lbs of curvy
big-assed, long haired, cheerful and feminine Big Suzy. Of the 404 lbs, surely
at least 280 lbs was just her ass alone - it was quite a weapon. These boys
had better stay away from that. But still, they had the two on one advantage,
and were quicker and more agile, so what was there to worry about?

Bing-bing! The bell rang and the three gladiators circled each other in the
ring ....

Big Suzy Roundass was being frustrated by having her two opponents run circles
around her and smach her in passing. The crowd were booing this, then chanting
"bring out, Charlene! bring out Charlene". They did.

All Doomsday Charlene had to do was stand on the outer apron. It ditracted the
men enough to allow Big Suzy to punch the one in the face, and kick the other
in the groin, then lift him up and dump him in Charlene's arms.

This made Charlene step in, the man she was holding was struggling frantically
in her arms. She grabbed him by his neck and groinand began swinging him into

Big Suzy Roundass's, well, round ass. Ooof! Ooof! OOF! The cumulation of
knocks had winded him, when Charlene dropped him beside Suzy, and pointed down
at him. Suzy took the hint, and dropped herslef like aton of bricks, only
softer and heavier, onto his face.

Now Doomsday Charlene did a similar devastating butt to the face drop onto the
other male, who had been about to get up again after that incredible face
punch, but he was going nowhere now!

There was a three count, and a bell. The girls had won!

Big Suzy Roundass and Doomsday Charlene both pulled their defeated men into
the centre of the ring. These 120 lbs men had lost by a long way against these
big curvy 400 lbs beauties; they had never stood a realistic chance; and now
they were going to pay!

Neither could move, after the crushing they had received already. They were
completely motionless. "Let's see if we can get one foot to move" said
Charlene, and she leapt high in the air, landing full force on Randy, the man
Suzy had beaten, crushing nine ribs and his nose in the process. "Yes, there
was a definite twitch in one of his legs" she said, still sitting on him -
"Does that mean he likes you?" asked Suzy, who was preparing for a similar
move on the other man "It means, he is mine, all mine" - she stayed sat on his
face, partly because it was real cozy for her on there, partly because at 647
getting up was not so easy. The longer she sat there, the more of him broke
under her and the flatter he became.

Now it was time for Big Suzy's bonsai drop - aiming for (Kenneth's) the other
male's face with her ass - she leapt high in the air and Wham! she came down
ever so hard on her target, his head would never be round again! And his face
was now one with her ass. They sat there for another five minutes, enjoying
their victory announcement, and the cheering of the crowd.

Then Suzy got up and helped Charlene get up too. Neither girl wanted to part
with her toy yet, so the beaten males were laid out on sofas amid the
audience, which had been specially kept for them, and the ladies sat down on
their comfy squooshy toy boys, cozily watching the action of the next fights.

Next it was the turn of Victoria Ballcrusher to take on three little men at
once,

to wrestle and squish these non-suspecting men's faces, bodies and balls.
First came the first man, expecting a game of beach volleyball with some
gorgeous page three girls!

Then the ever so seductive 396 lbs Victoria Ballcrusher was announced. She
received a huge cheer, almost a deafening cheer. Then, while the other two men
were being announced, Victoria Ballcrusher took the first male by surpise,
lifted him up high in the air, then powerslamed herself onto him. Apart from a
small foot twitch, he was not moving any more. While she followed this up with
a ballgrab and a sitdrop onto his chest, the two other men turned around and
ran away.

Victoria Ballcrusher was living up to her name, completely pulverizing the
poor fool's balls in her hand, while sitting on him and preventing him from
moving.

Meanwhile the one of the two men who had tried to run away, and into the
crowd, was tossed back into the ring by a hoard of really into it girls. He
had clearly been punched and kicked a lot by the audience member girls, and so
it was not hard for Victoria Ballcrusher to lift him up with one arm and lower
his whole head into the backside of her underwear, which she was holding open
with her other hand. His faint struggles did him no good, and with her
bra-strap, she secured his legs in position too. He was now upside down within
her outfit, with his face buried in her ass. The crowd chanted "kiss some ass!
kiss some ass!" Every step she took was a slap in his face with her ass! Her
ass was big, but not as big as Suzy's or Charlene's. In fact she was much more
nimble and acrobatic.

Nevertheless, when she hopped around, then jumped 4 feet high in the air, he
was a gonner! The landing of her sitting and also lying on his tiny 106 lbs
frame made him explode into gore. With only a few pieces of red tissue
remaining of him, she then jumped into the air again and landed full-on on the
other beaten male's head, turning him too into a pile of dead red organ
pieces. SQUASH!!!!!

"It's a shame the other one got away, but I sure had fun" she commented into
the mike "and two out of three ain't .... - hang on, what have we here?

It was the Mega Cheeky Girls, the 421 lbs brunette Rachel the 446 lbs blonde
Samantha, they each had a hold of part of the escaped man - one was holding
his head and shoulders, the other his legs. "I believe this belongs to you"
they said, handing him over.

He fell to his knees, pleading for mercy from Victoria Ballcrusher, offering
her all kinds of money, stocks and real estate. "This is for running away" she
said, slapping his face loud and hard - Slap! "and this is for being a git"
with that she kicked him so hard in the face that he fell to the ground.

The brunette Rachel and the blonde Samantha stepped on his two hands, leaving
him helpless. Victoria Ballcrusher then fell to her knees onto his chest Oof!
and said "let's see which half of this rat lasts longer, his face" punch! Err.
"or his nuts" knee! Owwww! .... His face" punch! Err. "or his nuts" knee!
Owwww! "his face" punch! these were clinched fist punches right to his cheeks,
and boy did they ever hit homeie! "or his nuts" knee! another knee to the
groin! Owwww! "his face" zock pow! Errrr. "or his nuts" she hovered over his
nuts and lowered her knee full-weight onto his nut-package! Owwww! Crunch!
Both balls were reduced to mush, as she was now staning on her knees on his
balls. The crowd went wild, chanting "finish him, finish him" then came one
last punch Wham! that knocked him dizzy. "Since he obviously wants to give me
all this money and property, I'll take him back stage with me - thanks, girls!
You were a wonderful audience, bye!"

"And now for tonight's" [official] "main event, no less than five men will
team up against these two adORable beauties, the Mega Cheeky Girls, or MCG"
said the gorgeous blonde announcer Pammie. There was huge applause and
ovation. "Today they will try to win against five men in one match. All added
up, the men actually weigh almost as much as the women, and they are way
quicker, so this could be an interesting match. To make things get started,
we've told the boys they are here for a penis in the briefs judging contest.
We hope you folks don't mind ...." "NOOOOO" (audience) "Good. So let's welcome
them out, shall we girls! Succer, I mean contestant number one ... two ....
three ..... four .... and five! (small cheer) Now before we bring out the slim
girls to judge the final four of you, we have asked the MCG to eliminate one
of you, girls?" (huge, huge cheer!)

The two BBW girls walked up and down the line-up of men, inspecting them, each
had his hands on top of his head, just as he had been ordered to do. "They're
all the same to me" said Samantha. "We choose ..... THIS one" said the 421 lbs
brunette Rachel. The 446 lbs blonde Samantha gently led him to the corner,
where she was keeping him, kind of surrounded. "and this one too", again
Samantha took a second one into the corner to join his colleague, "and this
one too" added Rachel (a third). "OK, the two that are left will be competing
for the 4th surviving place, and the other three are to make it into the final
round of judging straight away, if they can successfully please me with their
tongues. One on my tits, one on my crotch and one on my feet." she said,
pointing. The men were slightly taken by surpirse by this, they were at first
hesitant, but who were they to argue with Samantha, seeing as she was so big
and strong, would surely soon be gone, and the crowd clearly expected them to
comply.

The capacity crowd of 759, mostly girls, went berzerk: "lick it!, lick it!,
....". They loved making a fool of these men, were making a lot of noise, and
their support for the girls and their demands for complete pulverization and
crushing squishing of men was insatiable. They loved these 400 lbs + BBW
wrestler girls, loved watching them destroy ordinary sized (100-140 lbs) men
who had signed up thinking it was some kind of fun in the sun wet t_shirt
contest for the groin, judged by gentle 80lbs girls.

"Now let me give these two 'candidates for elimination' one more good
inspection!" said Rachel, grabbing the two men by the groin. Samantha manged
to make one man lie on the floor to lick her feet, and nobody seemed to notice
that she was now standing on him, one foot on his face, the other on his
chest, slowly making him pass out. Her legs closed around a second man,
trapping him there, and focing him to keep licking her out, and her ass was
pushing the third's head into the corner buckle and sitting with increasing
heaviness on him. Rachel suddenly squeezed both pairs of balls she was meant
to be inspecting really hard, causing the two men to fall to their knees. "I
think we should eliminate both of them, what do you say people" - "No, all
five, No! All five!" was the chanting crowd response.

She grabbed both by the hair, pulled them back to their feet, and
Irish-whipped them into a vacant corner opposite the other three, first one
Ooof! And then the other one on top of him Wham! Oooof! Then Samantha pulled
the one from between her legs up by his hair, her clit all moist now, and sent
him onto the other two Wham! Aaaahhhh! Then Rachel ran. She ran toward the
pile of three men, jumped, and landed on all three, hard! Then she turned
around and landed on all three with her butt Wham! Ahhh! She was still there
when Samantha came running in. Just inthe last moment, Rachel hopped aside and
Samantha jumped, landing hard on all three men. Then she went back to her two,
and let Rachel deliver some kicks to the groins while still trapping all three
there.

She pressed one last time against the men. This made them fall, one by one,
from the corner into the middle of the ring, face down.

Samantha did some trampoline bounces, landing her with butt on the face of one
man and her feet on the chest of the other. Owwww! Owww! Owwww!
Owww!Owwww-Owww-Owwww! Owww!T hen she lifted both up by the hair and threw
them face up on top of the other three men. Slam! Uhhh! Slam! Ooof!

Then Rachel jumped onto the pile of men - Bonsai! Ooof! All five could REALLY
feel the impact of that - Then Samantha landed on top of all five, in a
sitting position Crunch! (breakages), cozy and in no hurry to get off, until
....

Rachel was on the top rope and ready to splash them, she jumped .... SQUELCH!
All five's chests and backs broke some more. Then Samantha climbed up to the
top, while the crowd were chanting "finish them, finish them!" and when she
landed, the crunch was incredible. Squish!!!! Five men were turned into one
pancake under her, the pile of men, though they were still all on top of each
other, was now only half as tall, and blood was flowing in all directions.

"Crush them, crush them!" frantically chanted the girls, thinking this was
their last treat for the evening, and the girls took turns jumping nine more
times each from the top rope and onto this pile of beaten men. By now, the
ladies in the audience were getting so excited that they were grabbing any men
from in their midst and forcing them to lick their girly cave out, while
sitting, usually five women on one man, ensuring they could not escape.

"We hope you enjoyed this" said Pammy the glamorous ring announcer, for we
have one more treat in store for you tonight, and it will involve ten more men
... IN A CAGE against ALL FIVE of our beautiful big girls! ...."

The night's real main event and climax (in every sense of the word) was about
to begin!

"Tonight, as a surprise encore, our five pretties are going to have lots more
fun breaking each tiny male opponent completely - as there are over two tonnes
of woman fury ready to descend on ten chosen males:

"THESE TEN MALES!" - ten 100-110 pounders were led out in a chain of ropes,
each one looking down only, each was tied up and tied to the others, "AGAINST
the very curvy 404 lbs Big Suzy Roundass! (hurray!) .... the sensational and
seductive 396 lbs Victoria Ballcrusher! ... [big applause]; the Mega Cheeky
Girls, the 421 lbs brunette Rachel and the 446 lbs blonde Samantha (yeah!),
... and ... the phenomenal and deadly unbeaten and unsurvived against 647 lbs
Charlene The Squashassassin!!!" The crowd really went wild now. What a
surprise and a treat this was going to be for the crowds and for the superstar
girls too.

"This was not going to be such a walk in the park, thought the guys, gulping
and opening their eyes wider than ever before, to take in the 404 lbs of curvy
big-assed, long haired, cheerful and feminine Big Suzy, followed by the other
girls. They had not been expecting anything this big, but still, it was only
going to be a game of cards, right?"

The cage was sealed up, the men were untied, and

Bing-bing! The bell rang and 15 wrestlers all eyed each other up in the ring,
the men not sure what to expect, or who, if anyone had the cards they were
going to play strip poker with .... or so they thought...

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The 15 men waited in the cage. They saw the big women walk in and lock the
door

Charlene smiled licking her lips and squeezing her breast together. She saw
the men get erections.

"Off with the clothes ladies" She said

The girls remove their clothes at the crowd cheering. One man smiled and step
up

"Well do Have a thing for the BIG girls" He smiled

Her remove his clothes. The other men thinking this the game did it as well.
The lead man had a huge erection

"Come on girls HURT me" He laughed

"Well if You assist" Becky ask

She rammed him sending him in the air and smashed him into the cage breaking
his bones. Bones and guns came out the cage like cheese in a shredder. The men
were horrified. That was when Samantha went for the top of the cage.

She leaped off landing on two men crushing them like a rotten tomatoe.

Samanthah body slammed a man and slammed her foot on his balls. She twisted it
stomping it again and again making him cry. She twisted her heel inside her

"Ahh does that hurt little baby" Samantha said

Charlene was making a man eat out her ass as she pressed him against the cage.
She another eat out her pussy. Her stream of cum soaked his face drowning his
lungs in pussy juice.

"Shit this fun" Charlene said

Suzy tossed a man in the air. Rachel caught him slamming him down. The men
tried to climb out of the cage but was quickly snatched down and slammed to
the ground

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Gerade heute geschrieben - koennte eines Tagse gerne uebersetzt werden:

It's the Boys against the girls in the wrestling arena tonight, and the
stadium is full of almost only young gorgeous females with long hair and a
jubilant, cheeky and taunting attitude here to watch what will be a great day
of humilaitaing triumphs for the girls

Let's allow the girls to have fun and to win and to really humilate their
opponents

Tonight's tag team action:

Match 1: Cheerleader Bambi from the Dallas Cowboys and Big Krissie RoundAss
versus the use and abuse Macho Bridage

Match 2: GroinKick Kendra and Colossal Caroline versus the Casual Rapists

Match 3: Cutesie CandyGirl Chantelle and Enforcer Evelyn Versus the Tax
Collector and the Cowboy Bank Robber

Match 4: WarrorPricess Apprentice Gabrielle and MegaDeath Courtesy of Charlene
versus the Cruelest Ninjas

and Match 5: the Irish tag team of Little Tara-Celine and Mount Avalance
Collete versus The aristocratic English pair known as The Royalists

The rules state that:

1. once a man is down, he must stay down and fully accept his facial
humiliation at the hands of the triumphant girls

2. each male must let each lighter/slender female (each female team is
composed of a very sliender, light and elegant girl and a larger girl) get one
good unhindered kick in every time she enters the ring legally, including at
the start of the match

3. the ringside area fills up with the males from the previous matches as the
night goes on - winning males (this will end up being 0/10) get to sit with,
fondle and carress the gorgeous ringside ladies who are sitting on the cozy
couch-row at the ringside front row, whereas the defeated/losing males (THIS
WILL END UP BEING 10/10) go UNDERneath these gorgeous babes, with one beauty
sitting on his chest, one on his crotch, one on his legs and a 4th beauty on
his face. The 32 ringside beauties are truly sexy and gorgeous. Among them are
Cindy, Lucinda,

Steffie, Yvonne, Heather, Suzy, Gina, Lucy, Annette, Lisa, Jenni, Leanne,
Julia, Sarah-Jayne, Mitzie, Lori, Xenette, Cynthia, Nadine, Natasha, Minna,
Reeta, Joanne, Cassandra, etc.

Let's give the ENDINGS away NOW shall we?

All matches contain some very significant kicks to the groin by the slender
girls and some ass-to-the-face facesitting drops & pinnning endings from the
BBWs.

Match 1: Cheerleader Bambi from the Dallas Cowboys and Big Krissie RoundAss
DEFEAT the abusive chauvinist Macho Bridage. How? First Big Krissie RoundAss
does both opponents in with some running squashes in the corner and some slams
and splashes, then Bambi perfoms some of her beloved cheerleader kicks to the
gonads on the stumbling trying to get up - or being held men. the 2 are piled
up with Big Krissie RoundAss sitting comfortable on their faces and shoulders
for the 3 count. And after the match, the girls put lip-stick and colourful
make-up all over the defeated men's faces and they write their names on their
chests with lipstick.

Match 2: GroinKick Kendra and Colossal Caroline beat the Casual Rapists by
administering lots and lots of variation on kicks to the nuts, including at
one stage, a queue or 200 girls from the audience kicks the 2 rapist men in
the balls while GroinKick Kendra and Colssal Caroline who have already kicked
them often and hard hold them up. At the beginning of the match, GroinKick
Kendra catches her opponent by surprise with a high-heel kick to the balls
just as he is rushing in to attempt a double-axe handle. His partner rushes in
to try and help, but he too is taken by surprise by GroinKick Kendra kicking
him in the balls from behind as he was about to launch a futile attack on
Colossal Caroline. She then lifts and slams him, planting dozens of
sit-drops-to-the-face while GroinKick Kendra repeatedly mashes the other one's
face into the corner buckles and slaps him in between cornerings. The match is
still underway when a queue or 200+ cute but determined girls from the
audience comes and kicks the 2 rapist men in the balls while GroinKick Kendra
and Colossal Caroline who have already kicked them often and hard hold them
up. The 2 are pinned by having two faces pinned helplessly under one Colossal
ass, while more kicks to the balls are administered, much to the rejoice and
cheer of the audience. Worn socks and worn panties are stuffed into the
defeated mens mouths as a humiliating celebration of victory before these 2
are also placed under the ringside sitting girls.

Match 3: Cutesie CandyGirl Chantelle and Enforcer Evelyn Versus the Tax
Collector and the Cowboy Bank Robber : before long, the Tax Collector finds
himself upside-down and tucked inside the ass-end of Enforcer Evelyn's pants,
with his nose in between her ass cheeks and his chest up against her back,
unable to get out. Unable to escape, she performs some sit-drops which are
very popular with the crowd. When Cowboy Bank Robber runs in to attempt a
save, he never gets close enough to. He runs stright into the beautiful lifted
shoe of Cutesie CandyGirl Chantelle which catches him in the face and knocks
him out cold. After the match, Cutesie CandyGirl Chantelle's senuous perfume
is poured over the men, both ladies wipe their butts and stuff the toilet
paper in the mens mouths and Cutesie CandyGirl Chantelle even manages to wee
on their faces, much to the jubilation of the adoring fans.

Match 4: WarrorPricess Apprentice Gabrielle and MegaDeath Courtesy of Charlene
defeat 'the Cruelest Ninjas'. WarrorPricess Apprentice Gabrielle is attacked
by both ninjas at once but she has a mop to hand, which catshes one in the
nuts (handle end) while the mop end goes into the face of the other who is
pushes right over the top rope by the mop in his face. When he lands at the
bottom, his luck only gets worse as MegaDeath Courtesy of Charlene completely
squashes him and his face under her ass outside the ring, while WarrorPricess
Apprentice Gabrielle finishes the groin-bruised one off with some mop-handle
whacks followed by some high kicks and a humilating back-bending camel clutch.
After the match, both ladies produce used tampons from between their legs
which go into the humliated mens mouths. Everybody cheers while the ladies
lift their hands and place one foot on each defeated male's crotch, then step
down and squash a ball each.

and Match 5: the Irish tag team of Little Tara-Celine and Mount Avalance
Collette beat up The aristocratic English pair known as The Royalists. It
starts with the pie that Mount Avalance Collette was carressing and eating the
crumbs off on her way to the ring ending up in the hands of Little Tara-Celine
as she starts the match off. Before they know it, both The Royalists have had
a pie shoved in their faces by the delicate hands of Little Tara-Celine. This
leaves them temporarily blinded when she starts kicking them both in the
balls. One of them manages to get into a position where he is chasing the
frightened Little Tara-Celine around the ring, but she leaps through between
the legs of Mount Avalance Collette and he falls to his knees in front of her,
is pulled up by his hair and gets slammed and then butt-to-the-face dropped by
Mount Avalance Collette. The same happens to the other male, and both end up
pinned under Mount Avalance Collette's amazing sit-drops landing on both their
faces and shoulders repeatedly and ultimately for the pin. But the fun does
not end until Little Tara-Celine returns from the Ladies loo with the empty
pie-tins but they are no longer empty. She has brought her own and some extra
girl-poo with her and this gives them a lovely opportunity for more pies to
the faces and brown-stuff into humiliated mouths and all over their humilated
faces, as once again the girls strut around triumphantly and then hand the
beaten males over to be sat on and taken home and bruised and used by the
ringside ladies.

What fun we've had tonight, eh ladies? Oh, yeah!

Super strong muscular mean and in control Sarah has rammed her knee into my
balls

There is only one stragegy now

Try to stay in the match and put on a brave face as she rams that knee of her
into my balls again WHAM! AAAAHHHH!

My role in this is clear .... I must accept a humiliating defeat

kick by kick

which will give the girls more triumphant celebration and gloating

Sarah muscles pulls me up by my hair and ears

I don't know how much more of this WHAM! AAAAHHHH!

I can take. I fall to the ground again, clutching my kicked balls.

She jumps on top of me WHAM! AAAAHHHH! again ramming her knee into my groin

defeat is imminent - and victory for her

I am unable to whistle - I can only comply

As she sits her juicy ass down on my face and grabs my balls and squeezes them

I pretend to pass out.

She gets her hand raised in victory, while her foot rests on my defeated face.

And then along comes the next girl, much curvier and cuter than the last

and she too has more ball kicking in store for me

The previous winner Sarah pulls me up by my hair and sort of hands me over to
the next girl, who WHAM! AAAAHHHH! sure knows how to kick a man in the balls!

What? Did the announceress just say the loser goes on to the next match?

But .....

Oh wow!

Suddenly I see the more beautiful girl ever

long hair

low cut top revealing big round breats

curvy feminine young hips

big eyes focussed on me

a mischievous grin

a juicy ass

she is coming toward me again

she...

must be ....

my next opponent

I must think of a stragegy for this match ...

Maybe I should... WHAM! AAAAHHHH! Too late!

All i can do is stand stunned with legs spread,

awaiting her next kick to my achy breakt balls

which she delivers with skill and precision

cuteness and devastation in one .... WHAM! AAAAHHHH!

I stumble backwards and fall onto my back

looking up at her impressive girly curvy physique

and that I'm gonna get you boah! look in her eyes

Amazon Battle Story

It was a blood bath. There were arrows flying through the sky by the hundreds,
whizzing down from the castle walls and landing in the chests of the advancing
Hombre warriors.

The death toll was already in the hundreds, and the battle had just started#
seconds ago. Everywhere you look, men were being hit by the deadly precision
of these arrows, being fired at them by rows of slender young Amazon ladies on
the castle walls, their long hair tied in woven strands, the ends waving
gently in the wind, each one gorgeous like a goddess, all in white, having
just released yet another deadly arrow aimed right at the enemy bodies, each
one taking her Hombre target out with the thud of an arrow landing in his
chest, having been fired at him in close range. The overwhelmed Hombre fell,
beaten, with arrows sticking out of their bleeding chests, while more were
still advancing toward the lethal castle trap.#

Exactly like in so many recent battles, things were not going well for the
enemies of the Amazons. Poor planning, the wrong kind of weapon, the total
lack of any shields, and the exposed angles at which the Hombre warriors were
attempting to advance against, but were still completely out of reach of, the
well protected, well armed, well trained, good looking young Amazon women. The
whole thing was, once again, turning into a casual massacre of male warriors
at the hands of a completely unthreatened, unharmed, determined and cruel
Amazon war machine.

Everywhere you looked, the story was the same: The two armies were so close to
each other that the men could clearly see each beautiful female face calmly
and seductively pointing her lethal arrows at the exposed and doomed male
rows, while the Amazon girls had a great view of rows of chunky, large,
brutish males advancing foolishly toward the most well-protected and
well-manned wall of the castle fortress, and falling, eliminated by a gentle
move of the silky Amazon girls fingers that releases the deadly arrows deep
into the chest of an attacker.

And then, again, every 5 seconds, in rhythm, another row of gorgeous young
female archers appears, aims, shoots, yet more girly pink arrows are released,
and again all arrows hit their mark with deadly precision and take out yet
many more Hombres, who fall, beaten, down and out, with a female arrow thrust
deep inside them.

It was in the evening before the battle that the commander of the Homian army,
Rinoverus, met up one last time with four beautiful Amazon princesses, who he
was now passionately in love with, having fallen completely under their
witch's spell of love and devotion, subservience and treason, emotion and
secrets. It was not hard at all to smuggle them into his lair, as these
princesses had been dancers and concubines of Rinoverus for some time, loved
and adored by all for their looks and the way they move their legs, hips and
hands. They were so beautiful, so admired in their dance and so worthy of
worship that only a small dose of potion was needed in Rinoverus's drink to
ensure complete obedience with the Amazons (just in case he was not entirely
under their girly spell of beauty and sensuousness anyway).

This put Rinoverus's frame of mind into an enamoured state. He was pleased to
become a love slave to these Amazon princesses and to secretly give away yet
more intelligence about his army's battle plan, a plan that could never have
succeeded, not when the advance was to occur entirely under the orders of a
ruler who had secretly defected over to the Amazons, who was not going to
reveal to anyone that his entire attack plan was now under the control of
these beautiful Amazon princesses.

Also part of this secret betrayal by the Hombre leaders was General Cockhead,
who also took part in the secret meeting with Amazon princesses, Amazon
princesses to whom he was wholly devoted as a slave, especially since tasting
the "aphrodisiac cocktail of Aphrodite."

Until minutes before the battle, he too was stumm about his role as a spy for
the Amazons, keeping the motivation, the spirit and the expectation high among
all the Hombre warriors, virtually guaranteeing an easy conquest of a poorly
defended and completely overrun outpost of the Amazon empire, with rich fruits
in the form of young girl rape and celebrations. But on the day of battle,
General Cockhead's role was to completely disappear, which is just what he
did, along with all the Hombre armour, a crucial part of the Hombre catapult
that made it work and all the Hombre shields, down a specially prepared and
camouflaged hidden ditch, trap door and tunnel system, leaving the hapless
brutes with orders to advance at a seemingly undefended fortress, as hundreds
of Amazon girl archers were silently crouching, ready to strike, massively
well-armed with arrows on the castle wall, awaiting the signal from Rinoverus
himself.#

By the time Rinoverus screamed aloud, providing the Hombres with the signal to
charge at the entrance to the fortress, and providing the waiting Amazon
archers the signal to strike, the entire Hombre army was within a few steps of
the castle walls, blissfully unaware and that there were immense numbers of
well-prepared, curvaceous and fertile young females of war lurking right above
them and blissfully unaware that the shields had vanished, leaving them with
no hope of victory.

These Hombre warriors were large brutes, trained for hand to hand combat
against smaller, weaker female opponents, trained to overpower and overrun a
panicky and small target of females, trained not to kill, but to grab and
capture so that rape and humiliation could ensue. But the only form of rape
and humiliation that was to ensue today was going to be a different sort, a
femdom Amazon-style humiliation of what few remain at the end of this battle.

The Hombre warriors were trained to follow orders, and not to stop and ponder
whether the orders were well thought out or not. Most of them were not the
thinking kind at all. They were enormous walking meatloafs, waiting to rape
and destroy.

They were not at all expecting to encounter so many female archers at what was
supposed to be one of the least significant and quietest outpost fortresses of
the Amazon empire. They were not expecting to be caught with no shields. And
they were most certainly not prepared for the fact that the battering ram
units at the front of the attack, who's role it was to burst open the fortress
gate, so it can be stormed and conquered, kept having to be re-manned when men
who were holding the battering ram died from being hit by an arrow.

And when the battering ram did finally manage to be used on the target gate,
the gate turned out to be a wooden fake, not at the real entrance to the
fortress, but in front instead of the thickest piece of wall, with 38 metres
of solid rock at the base and hundreds of lethal Amazon archers stationed
right above it.

By the time the remaining generals saw that the gate Rinoverus had targeted
was a total fake, a flurry of burning arrows fired down by the Amazons had set
the battering ram holders and the battering ram itself ablaze. It was
impressive indeed that they managed to rescue it at all, and courageous of
course that they gave new orders, in the absence of Rinoverus who was now
lying in the mud face down, pretending to be dead, to attack the other gate.
All the while, in 5 second rhythms, new flurries of arrows came thundering
down into their ranks, taking out more and more Hombre warriors with a silent
whizz of a pink Amazon arrow getting buried deep in more Hombre chests.

The once mighty third Hombre army, the last Hombre army to not already have
been wiped out by the Amazons, was falling victim to a rain of female death,
bit by bit, with less and less of it left to salvage every 5 seconds that go
by.

The large Hombre catapult was now ablaze, and most of the generals had been
identified and neutralized by the Amazon war machine. But not deterred, a
brave and bold charge of the battering ram runs at the gate to the fortress,
and there is a big cheer among the Hombre warriors when after what seemed like
only a gentle thump of the battering ram, the gate opens, allowing significant
numbers of Hombre warriors to charge through the tunnel leading into the heart
of the Amazon fortress. The smell of victory was now in the air, but the smell
still had a decidedly feminine scent, with not a single female defender harmed
so far.

So it was that the Hombre warriors charged into the tunnel, many not making it
into the tunnel due to the relentless volley of lethal arrows from the castle
walls. But more Hombre were still charging toward the now open gate. The sense
of triumph was short-lived, however, as the gates began to move once more, and
in seconds, slammed shut.

Only 17 Hombre warriors had made it through the gates when they were open. An
18th was crushed by the gates, as they fell shut with way more force than he
could withstand. There were still over a hundred more Hombre, on their feet,
outside the gates, their advance slowing with every step, as their
determination fades.

It was then that a further 24 of the finest Amazon archers appeared, throwing
off the cloaks that had camouflaged them, in the middle of the fortress
courtyard, all with the shiny legs of young, beautiful females wearing short
white skirts, their hair woven into strands, hair tips flailing in the wind,
their bows tight and aimed, and the looks in their eyes revealed what was to
happen next: as 24 of the deadliest and most carefully aimed of Amazon arrows
flew from their bows, instantly felling 15 of the Hombre warriors who had been
charging towards them with their swords drawn. Their final cries echoed over
the walls, revealing to all that this too had been a trap, a mistake, a deadly
part of a lost battle. The final two fought bravely, swinging their swords at
the nearest of the Amazons, but to no avail, as each was met with five Amazon
swordswomen at once, three of whom struck at the Hombre's swords to force them
into a stalemate position, while the rest sunk their Amazonian swords deep
into the chests of the Hombre attackers. Not a single Amazonian girl had
suffered any form of damage, or even any near misses, or even the slightest of
worry at all, while most of the Hombre army now lay dying along the outer side
of the castle walls.

Screams of "retreat!" rang around the miniscule remains of the Hombre army,
and of the retreating Hombre only 65 managed to get clear of reach of the
castle walls, running frantically towards the bushes they had come through
just minutes ago; the rest were taken down by arrows into their backs from the
Amazon castle walls. But there was one final surprise waiting for these
pathetic Hombre in the bushes. Can you guess what this might be? That's right,
dear readers, the Amazons had assembled ALL their forces to this location, two
thirds on the walls of the fortress, and the rest had waited in these bushes
until the entire Hombre army had gone past them into the battle field outside
the castle, completely unaware of what they had just walked past, and now
these hundreds of Amazons stood, at the edge of the bushes, with bows and
arrows, aimed and firing at the doomed brutes.

Again, a silent swoosh resulted in a pink Amazon arrow, fired at close range,
into the chests of the remaining Hombre soldiers, and again, men fell as they
ran, panic-stricken, in all directions, eliminated by a clever Amazonian
battle plan and a very sexy looking army of silent assassins, killed before
they could even get close enough to touch these beautiful young women.

There were no survivors, ultimately. The girls had ever so much fun taking the
last few down!# And the cheers from the castle walls grew louder and louder as
the last few fell, desperately looking for a direction in which to run. Then
came the sweep: All Amazons moved in threes, covering each other's backs in
case some of the fallen might turn out not to be dead. Apart from Rinoverus,
who had never been hit by any of the arrows, and General Cockhead who had made
it safely into a tunnel full of waiting Amazon princesses, there were three
others who had not been hit by arrows and 14 more who had sustained non-lethal
wounds. These were all taken back to the Amazon camp to be used for embryo
fertilisation (in the form of repeated, violent, girl on top sex), and within
a month of the battle, the last few Hombre who had not died from overexertion
or from kinky Amazon sex with sword strikes during orgasm or from with
multi-girl facesitting-smothering (which claimed the lives of, among others,
General Cockhead and Rinoverus) were taken to the training camp of the younger
Amazons and used for battle practice, as you can see on this story
continuation page:

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So this was the end of the once mighty Hombre army. There were no survivors.
And the once tribal and male-dominated society of the Hombre nation soon fell
under the all-conquering and sexually blood-thirsty control of the horny but
mighty, merciless but sexy Amazon nation, who made good use of each Hombre
citizen, turning the Hombre females into liberated and fierce battle-trained
warriors, while using up all its males on battle practice and on sexual acts.