Helga's Revenge, Part One: Destruction of Eric
By Da Blond Bomber
That ravenous blond, Helga COMPLETELY dominates a man, and then forces him to kiss her feet.


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advice, etc. (feel free to be critical)  Thanks to Andrew Rule for the idea 
for this story.  And thanks again to Diana and Linda for posting my stories.





    When Malika spoke, their was an undercurrent of anger and contempt in 
the East-Indian woman's voice, betraying her emotionless expression.  "Your 
actions have not only brought disgrace upon your head, but upon those of ALL 
your sisters.  You sought to take the easy road to power, and it almost cost 
you your life.  I saved you, but you must find your way alone."  She turned 
her back to Helga, and her smooth brown skin and black hair caressed the 
shadows before melding with them.  Helga struggled to stand, but she was 
still weak from the shock of having the super-steroid removed from her body. 
  After a short struggle against with gravity, the blond grappler fell back 
to the ground, unconscious in the darkness.
    It was a loud banging at the door that awakened her  a few hours later.  
Helga  yawned, and rolled over to her back.  "Hello?  Malika?  Are you 
there?"  A squeaky and afraid voice questioned.  It was a  man's voice.  
"Look, you don't have to hit me again.  All I want from you is the rent.  I 
know....." He continued to talk, but Helga lost interest.  What she was 
concerned about right was the state of her body after having the steroid 
removed from her blood stream.  She raised one of her legs, and flexed it's 
muscles.  While she appeared to be just as powerful as ever, she didn't feel 
that extra charge running through her any more.  It seemed that for better 
or worse, she was back to the way she was before she was injected with the 
formula.
    This revelation made Helga a little nervous. All her big wins against 
men had been AFTER the formula.  What if she didn't have what it took 
without it?  Suddenly, the glamazon felt vulnerable.  Did this  mean that 
she had to live the rest of her life as a submissive little  girl, forever 
having to put up with the advances of sexually hungry males?  She lay on the 
floor, lost in her thoughts, and totally  oblivious to the turning of a key 
in the apartment's door.
    Peering in cautiously, Eric fumbled around for a light switch.  The last 
time he had asked for rent money from Malika, the dark-haired  beauty had 
knocked him to the ground, and threatened to break every bone in his body 
should he bother her again.  He believed she meant it, and so for a time he 
left her alone.  But money had grown tight, and so, Eric gathered up what 
courage he had, and set out to get collect his rent, fully prepared to bolt 
should she loose her temper again.  But what Eric saw when he turned on the 
lights made him forget  all about Malika and the rent money.
    A beautiful blond lay stretching on the floor, totally naked save for a 
thin black thong.  She was almost unbelievable, beautiful, golden hair fell 
about an incredibly voluptuous shape, with  incredibly large and round 
breasts, and long, shapely legs.  And yet, the curvacious and incredibly 
busty girl was also toned and defined at every corner.  And her legs seemed 
to exploded a sort of sinewy power.  Eric gasped as he felt himself climax 
in his pants.  The little bald man stood totally transfixed at the epitome 
of female sexuality that was only a few feet from him.  Slowly, the woman 
got to her feet.  Eric began to breath rapidly as she sauntered towards him, 
swaying her  hips as she walked.  "Time to play, little man..."  She 
breathed from full, ruby red lips.  Something inside Eric snapped, and, 
overcome by desire, the short, pudgy man ran towards the woman, his arms 
outstretched.  His run was cut short as a slender, dainty foot smashed into 
his manhood, squashing like like bug.  Eric gripped his balls protectively, 
and felt his nose break from a solid and powerful punch.  He pitched 
forward, but the blonde tormentress held him up, and wrapped her slim arms 
around him in a suprisingly powerful headlock.  Squished between her thin 
but powerful arm and a large, round tit, part of Eric's mind feared for his 
life, while the other part felt a strong instinct to give into the ravenous 
blond.  He was so much weaker that didn't really matter what he felt or did. 
  He was her unwilling slave until she tired of him.
   Just when she was she sure that he was almost to the point of fainting, 
Helga dropped the man face first to the ground.  She felt her confidence 
build when the man didn't get up.  To think that I was ever afraid of stupid 
beasts like this, the German Glamazon thought to  herself, as she rolled the 
man over to his back with her foot.  Kicking the man in the face, just to 
make sure he was awake, Helga took a running start, and belly-flopped onto 
his mid-section, once again depriving her plaything of his air.  She then 
stretched her beautiful body across his, and cupping one breast in each 
hand, thrust  them into his face.  How ironic it is, the busty blonde 
thought, that I am probably giving this pitiful creature not only the 
greatest sexual experience of his life, but also his most painful and 
humiliating.  The sex pot laughed giddily as Eric's face contorted and  
turned red from the onslaught of her breasts.  "So tell me, ugly, if I am 
hurting you so much, why is your little man sticking out like a metal pole?  
Hmm?"  Eric tried to say something, but the dominating females large breasts 
muffled whatever it was.
    Enough play time, now to destroy him, thought the German wild cat.  
Bracing her hand on Eric's face to help her self up, Helga took one step 
backwards from her prone boy toy, and then kicked him in the head with all 
the power that her muscular legs could dish out.  Sweat flew from Eric's 
head as she connected, with her heel, snapping the man's head back with a 
sickening crack.  Helga raised her foot again, and this time stomped 
downwards on the back man's head, driving it into the ground with a loud 
thud, resuming the blood flow from his nose, and also bloodying his lips.  
Anyone aquainted with Helga would know that anyone kick from her gorgeous 
but deadly legs could kill a man, but the spirited blond refused to let up  
on the downed male, and launched kick after kick on him for what seemed an 
eternity, moaning with pleasure as the hapless land lord grew bloodier and 
bloodier.      Finally, the voluptious  vixen's feet began to sore, and Eric 
seemed to have stopped breathing.  "Now, worm, either kiss my feet, or I 
shall kick you to death!"  There was no response from Eric, who lay in a 
bloodheap face down on the floor.  Angered by this display, Helga  cocked 
her leg back, and hit the man's face with more power any of her other kicks. 
  Such was it's force that it knocked Eric over to his  back.  "Now, worm, 
submit to my feet!  I command you!"  Slowly, and painfully, Eric raised his 
head, and kissed the palm of the Glamazon's foot as passionately as he could 
with his bloody lips, and then fell back down.  Helga brought her heel down 
on his face, breaking the front row of of the man's teeth.  "You buffoon, 
you got blood on my feet!"  Helga roared.  Helga's angry frown relaxed into 
a girlish smile, and a laugh of joy came from the beauties mouth.  She had 
done it.  She had destroyed a man, and without the formula.  As she walked 
out of the apartment, into the heat and the sunlight, she shouted out both 
defiantly and joyfully at the sky:  "Watch out world!  HELGA IS BACK!"