She wants money. She wants a natural orgasm. One is easy. The other impossible?
by Tom Adams
She knows she will probably have to kill him. His type is the reason she comes to the private club. It's the way he looks at her legs. Not just admiration. Not just a desire to get her in bed and let her wrap those muscular thighs around him. It's the way his passion for legs consumes him completely. Shuts out everything. He does not see her beautiful, shoulder length blond hair. He does not see her beautiful face. Her large breast. Her trim waist. Her well rounded butt. Her strong arms. This "legs man" sees only her legs.
Nancy flashes him a smile for almost a minute before he notices. Maybe it's because he's staring at her thighs halfway up to her butt. Or because she tightens her leg muscles slightly while letting a foot slip out of a shoe and dangle from her toes. His gaze turns into a stare at her thighs and calves and the well formed arch and toes of her foot. He pulls a chair up beside her.
"My name is Brad. Do you come here often?"
Awkward, Brad. But we didn't come here to talk, did we?
"Occasionally, Brad. My name is Nancy. Nice to meet you."
She crosses her legs, flexing their large, beautifully formed muscles and letting her other shoe almost slide off. She catches it on her toes while her other foot slides partially back inside its shoe. He smiles, starts to say something but is mesmerized by her legs and feet. His mouth opens and closes. No words come out.
A real "legs man". He also likes my pretty feet. He'll pay a lot before he dies. Unless he can do what other men can't.
Nancy and Brad are in a high class, all male club, that's guest to the most beautiful and expensive prostitutes in the city. The police ignore it because all the members are rich and powerful. And the "rich and powerful " occasionally let the highest ranking police "sample the merchandise." The club is called The Black Widow. No one is quite sure why except for the fact that the women are the ultimate winners here. Like the female black widow spider.
Nancy is the biggest winner. The highest paid sex in the club. The men she meets here keep her very rich and help satisfy her sex drive in a kinky, very deadly way. And she makes sure she meets the wealthiest men.
Brad regains his composure. His little boy smile becomes mature.
"One thousand dollars, Nancy."
Nancy is surprised by this sudden character change. But her face doesn't show it. She's been through these "negotiations" before. She doesn't blink.
"Ten, Brad."
He laughs. "Five"
"Seven, Brad. Final offer."
He laughs again. Nancy slides off her chair and starts to walk away.
"OK, OK Nancy, seven it is. I hear you're very good."
"Good, Brad? The best! Let's go to my place, and be sure and bring your cell phone. And let's use the rail rapid transit. There's a stop close to my condo. "It'll make you a lot harder to trace when you turn up missing.
He hesitates for a second. Cell phone? Rapid transit?
"All right. If it will make you happy. And you'd better have something more to offer than just legs. I'm a tits and ass man myself."
Nancy is leading him out of the club. He can't see her smile. "Tits and ass." Bullshit, Brad. I have world class tits and ass and you haven't even noticed. You're a "legs man" to the core. And Brad, I eat "legs men" alive.
Nancy lives in a very expensive condo in the posh section of the city. It's 6 thousand square feet, 6 bedrooms, a private gym, a beautiful view of the river, and a large garden. The entrance to the garden is beside a small wooded area. The entrance is secluded. Almost invisible. He's married and Brad is now thankful for all the slipping around.
Nancy has three garages with a Mercedes, a Porsche and a 1970 Ford Mustang. She says there is a sentimental attachment to the old car. Says it reminds her of how far she's come from her poor childhood. It's a fading memory. She's forty years old now. She looks twenty five. Acts twenty five. Is stronger than twenty five.
"Nice place, Nancy. Can't compare to my ten thousand square footer. No kids. But my wife has very expensive taste. She demands the biggest and best of everything.
Not for long "legs man". Word is your wife is fed up with your screwing around and is about to take the house, your bank account , the shirt off your back. Everything!
"Let me show you my beautiful gym with a thick floor mat, Brad."
"Yeah, my wife has a gym in the house. But enough of her. Show me where you put those fantastic legs together."
Nancy walks into the gym and hits the light switch. She quickly reaches into her purse and pulls out a syringe, jabs it into Brad's arm and he's out cold in about 3 seconds.
When Brad comes to he's naked and his wrist and ankles are handcuffed to various gym apparatus. He's standing up and his arms and legs are stretched out, not painfully so, but enough that he can't move them an inch. He's still a little groggy. He shakes his head to clear the cob webs. His eyes slowly focus and he sees a strange woman and wonders where Nancy is. The woman standing on the gym mat is wearing only panties and bra. She has a nice tan and short black hair. And like Nancy she's very muscular, especially her legs.
"Where is, Nancy? Who the hell are you? And why am I handcuffed?"
"Patience, Brad. One thing at a time. First, Nancy does not exist."
"That's bullshit, whoever you are."
"My name is Meg. This is my house. When I visit The Black Widow I wear a disguise. I'm a master of disguises, Brad. Can't you tell? Do I look like Nancy?"
She smiles and watches Brad. The cob webs are gone now. He's fully alert. He wonders why the switch. What's going on? She fills him in quickly.
I know you're a "legs man" and when I get through you're going to beg You're going to pay me a lot more than seven thousand dollars. And we'll end the evening with a big surprise, Brad. A very big surprise. And don't bother to scream. The room is soundproof."
"Nancy or Meg or whoever, I repeat, this is total 'bullshit' and I demand to be released right now."
You're in no position to demand anything. You arrogant fool.
She strips off her panties and bra and dims most of the lights in the gym except for a spotlight shining on a workbench just a few feet from him. And another spotlight focused on Brad.
"I want you to see the muscles in my legs bulge, Brad. And I want to be close enough so you can hear me strain as I lift the weights. I want you to smell the sweat on my legs."
Brad doesn't say a word. But his eyes get a little larger. And if you look very closely, you can see his limp penis begin to stiffen.
Meg sits on the bench and places the front of her ankles behind a padded metal bar. Her legs are bent at the knees and as she straightens them out, pulleys lift the weights behind her. Her ankles rise again and again and the muscles on the front of her thighs get much larger. The veins stand out. To Brad her legs look like sheets of steel. You can hear the strain in her breathing. You can see the sweat forming on her legs. You can smell it. Her thighs are trembling but she does not stop. Brad is beginning to get an erection.
Finally Meg switches to her stomach and hooks the pad behind her ankles. She curls the pad in toward the back of her knees until the muscles in the back of her thighs are bulging and sweating like the front. Then it's weights on her shoulders as she rises up on her toes and the muscles in her calves grow. She doesn't stop until it looks like her calf muscles and veins will burst through the skin. Her ankles are trim and lead to perfectly formed sexy arches and toes. Meg's legs are now solid muscle, skin and veins. In The Black widow her legs were muscular and attractive. Now there is so much muscle Brad is aroused to the point of trembling. And at the same time there is a little fear. He thinks she could kill him.
With her tanned and fully pumped skin glowing in the spotlight she walks over to Brad and takes off his handcuffs. Meg stands in front of him with her hands on her hips. She smiles as if daring him to grab her. Wisely, he doesn't.
"You want these legs worse then you've ever wanted anything in your life, don't you, Brad? You want them wrapped around you, to feel my steel muscles smothering you in sex, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm."
He nods vigorously.
Meg smiles and then her lips curl down. She slaps him hard in the face with one hand and then the other.
"And you believe I can kill you, Brad. Don't you"?
He nods weekly.
She slaps him again. This time harder.
"I can't hear you, Brad."
"Yes, Meg. You can kill me."
"How about a little demonstration, Brad."
She yanks his head down between her thighs and starts to squeeze. He screams in pain. Meg relaxes her thighs. Pulls his head back up.
"You're my slave, Brad. I'm your mistress. I can give you pain. But I can also give you pleasure. Get on your knees and touch my legs anywhere you want to. Kiss them. Lick them. Massage them. It's just a sample of what's to come."
Brad falls to his knees and runs his hands smoothly over Meg's large muscles. She flexes them hard to make them more desirable. He can feel her muscles and veins. He can smell her skin. Smell her sweat. It's a sexy smell and he licks it off her thighs and calves and down to her feet. He runs his fingers over her toes and moves to the arches of her feet. He feels her large calves and his hands move to her massive thighs. He tries to dig his fingers into them but it's like digging into a tree trunk. He continues to stroke and move his hands up and down her legs for about five minutes. His erection is huge. His body continues to tremble.
Meg grabs him by the hair and yanks him to his feet. She takes his erection in her hand and rubs it over her legs.
"Am I worth more than seven thousand dollars, Brad?"
"Yes, Meg."
"I want one hundred thousand dollars, Brad. That's what legs like these will cost you, 'legs man'."
"I don't have that kind of money on me, Meg."
She smiles.
"That's what the cell phone is for, Brad. If you want these legs, you can wire the money into my bank account. No one is forcing you to do this. You only have to do it if you think I'm worth it."
"Bring me the phone, Meg."
He completes the transfer.
"There is just one other thing you might be interested in, Brad. Before we screw. It might make you want me even more."
What's that, Meg? More massaging? More weight lifting? I hope so.
"Would you like to see me fight another woman, Brad. Another woman with big, strong legs like mine. I like to fight. I enjoy feeling another woman's muscles straining against mine."
"And what if you loose?"
Meg smiles and flexes every muscle in her legs.
"I never loose, Brad. Never! Score? Meg 50, the other women 0!"
He thinks for a moment.
"Yes, Meg. I'd like that."
"It'll cost you, Brad. Two hundred thousand dollars."
"Is that in addition to the one hundred thousand for screwing you, Meg?"
"No, Brad, that's the total for everything."
"Give me the cell phone, Meg."
She gets the phone and is about to hand it to him. Then suddenly stops.
"Brad, I think I know something you'll like even more. I've wanted to do it before, but have never had enough money to put up my side of the bet."
"A bet on a fight, Meg?"
"The ultimate, Brad. I'd like to kill another woman in a fight. If you can put up ten million dollars, I can arrange it. There is a woman I've beaten twice. But she's gotten a lot stronger and she wants to fight me again. Fight me to the death for a lot of money. She's found someone to put up ten million. I haven't been able to. For ten million dollars we can do this tonight. And after I kill her you can have me all night. Plus half the ten million dollars I'll get. All you have to do is put up my share for a few hours. I know I can kill her. And your watching will make our sex so much better. Please, Brad."
Meg flexes the strong muscles in her legs and runs them over Brad's large erection.
"Please, Brad."
"And if I don't agree to this fight to the death."
"Then you can leave, Brad. No sex. No legs. No shot at five million dollars."
"Give me the phone, Meg."
Meg runs her hands over the muscles in her thighs and shivers, closes her eyes.
It's going to be good, so good.
Twenty minutes later Tonya walks into the gym, accompanied by her "manager." She kicks off her shoes and lets her coat fall to the floor. She's nude and unbelievably muscular. Especially her legs. Especially her thighs.
Tonya smiles at Meg.
"I've done a lot of working out since our last fight. I'm sure you can tell even if your poker face doesn't show it."
Meg shows no expression. But deep inside her there is a little fear. This is not the same Tonya she's whipped in two previous fights. This Tonya has thighs that look like an anaconda, the giant snake that crushes its victims to death.
"Are you ready to die, Meg?"
"It is you that will die, Tonya."
Tonya smiles and looks at Brad.
"So this is the money man. Not bad looking. Well hung. After I kill Meg, we'll go to her bedroom and I'll show you what sex is really all about."
Brad looks at Meg, then back at Tonya but says nothing.
"You'll change you're mind, friend."
"Tonya, says Meg, "I have a little treat for him also. While we're locked in the anaconda hold, I would like for him to be able to touch us, our legs, hips, stomachs, anywhere he wants. His money is making this possible."
Tonya thinks for a moment, then smiles.
"Done. I'd like for him to feel my thighs squeezing you to death."
Meg flushes slightly.
"Enough of this bullshit, chit chat, Tonya. Let's get on with it."
"OK, Meg."
Both women lay on the floor back to back and head to toe. It's the only way for two people to get each other into a leg scissors at the same time. They wrap their legs around each other and begin to squeeze. The nature of the hold doesn't allow for the rib cracking force of an ordinary scissors. But it can still kill. Mainly by cutting off an opponent's air supply.
Meg almost immediately feels the air being sucked out of her lungs. At the same time Brad is running his hands over their powerful legs and also discovering some areas a "legs man" often misses. Like their hips, tight and hard adding more power to their legs. Their stomachs turning rock hard each time they gasp for air.
Brad's hands go their legs again. Both pair are solid as an oak tree. Tonya's are larger. But Meg's are harder. They roll over on the floor. They reach down and claw at each others legs with their finger nails. Their nails dig in deep and blood trickles to the floor. But they soon stop because they need to feed all the strength in their bodies to their legs. You can hear the low straining noise from deep in their guts.
Both women can barely breathe. The huge muscles in their thighs are slowly increasing in size and bunching up. The large veins are rising further and further above the skin. Meg stretches her arms out behind her and clinches her fist. Grits her teeth. She's determined to kill Tonya. She shifts her ankle grip slightly to give her a little more leverage. The straining noise from her gut deepens and becomes louder. She's beginning to think and act like a big jungle cat and her urge to kill is getting stronger.
Tonya is just as determined. She's added some muscle since her last fight with Meg and it shows. Her thighs are larger now. More powerful. She also is turning into a jungle cat. The noise from deep in her gut sounds like a growl. She arches her back slightly to see if this will give her scissors more leverage. Actually it seems to make things worse. She drops the arch quickly and lies flat on her back.
Muscles can't hold out forever and both women's thighs begin to tremble very slightly. This seems to make them both more determined and they add more power to their thighs. Power they didn't think they had. The trembling is getting worse, but neither woman shows the slightest hint of quitting. They really can't quit. This is not a friendly wrestling match. If you quit your opponent will kill you.
It's going to come down to will power. Their muscles are trembling badly. Their breathing is becoming more ragged. There is so little air in each breath that the jungle sounds have stopped. Meg feels herself blacking out. Just before she does she throws everything within her into one more gigantic squeeze. And then she passes out.
About ten minutes later, Meg wakes up. She glances over to see Tonya's manager pulling her body out the door. That one last effort squeezed Tonya to death. Meg is still very groggy. She glances around. Brad is there, smiling.
"You won. She's dead. We collect the ten million dollars."
Meg lays still on the floor. She's beginning to feel better. She smiles.
She glances at Brad again. He's ready for sex.
Meg gets off the floor. To go to her room. Her web. It's just up the stairs from the gym. Meg leads Brad. She's feeling much stronger now. Her body yearns for sex, the kinky sex she knew she'd found when she saw him back at The Black Widow earlier that night.
Brad's eyes widen when he sees the bedroom. Every inch of wall and ceiling are covered with TV monitors. The bed is twice as large as king size and has a web type material stretched from each bedpost. The carpet is at least three inches thick. The bed is the only furniture in the room. No dresser. No chest of drawers. Just the huge bed in the center of a room which is about four times the size of the bed. One other thing about the room. It's perfectly round. Brad is impressed and a little curious.
"What's that web like stuff on the bedposts?"
"It's to remind me that this is my web. You know. Like a spider web? But don't think about that. Think about the sex."
Meg pulls Brad into the bed on top of her. She takes his erection in her hand and begins to massage her leg muscles. Some of the blood from the gashes in her legs stains the sheets and Brad's erection. Brad happens to look up at the TV monitors and sees screens of him massaging Meg. Then shots of Meg working out her legs until they're muscle, skin and veins. It heightens his arousal and he starts to penetrate her. Meg quickly rolls over on top of him and this time it's not a slap in his face. It's a hard fist to the jaw. No bones are broken, but it hurts like hell.
"You are my slave, Brad. I decide when you can put your erection in me. You do want me, don't you?"
"Oh God, Meg. Yes, God, Yes."
The TV monitors are now showing Meg killing Tonya. This arouses him even more. She grips his erection with her hand and uses it to rub the hard muscles of her stomach. She flexes them slowly. Pulling her gut in and then thrusting it out, rock hard. In and out and rubbing him against her. The monitors now switch from her killing Tonya to other men massaging her muscles with their erections.
"Feel my tits, Brad. They're firm because of the chest muscle behind them. Rub your erection over my biceps. Are you really just a "legs man", Brad? You like muscular women don't you? Powerful women that can make slaves out of weak men. Isn't that right, Brad?"
"Yes, Meg. You're right."
The TV screens are now covering Meg fighting other women. Her legs squeezing them. Her biceps choking them. Her sharp fingernails clawing their faces and tits.
The screens switch between Meg fighting, her pumping her legs, other men massaging her muscles with their erections and her killing Tonya.
"You like to see me fight, Brad. You like to see my muscular body destroy other women. I can also destroy you. That's why you're my slave, Brad."
And she comes in close to whisper in his ear.
"Make love to me. You've seen the other men on TV. Their erections are not as large. They don't massage my muscles the way you do. Go deep into me, Brad. Make me have an orgasm, please. They couldn't. Please, Brad. Please, my slave."
Suddenly Meg pounds her fist deep into his stomach. Her lips curl.
"Make me have an orgasm! Do you hear me, slave?"
Brad gasp for air. The pain sharp in his stomach.
"Yes, Meg. Just give me the chance."
"In a moment, my slave."
The TV screens continue to rapidly switch between scenes. Meg smiles and whispers in his ear again.
"Do you like the way I look, the sound of my whisper in your ear, the feel, taste and smell of my skin, and the taste of the sweat forming on my muscles?"
"Yes. Please let me get my erection inside you."
Now it's time for one of the most important parts of the show, Brad. The really big money part.
Suddenly pictures of Brad's wife appear on the TV's. She's working out at a gym. Her muscles look almost as strong as Meg's.
"You're married, Brad. Does your strong wife make a slave of you. What's her name?"
"It's Jane and yes she does make a slave out of me. She's also planning to divorce me and take every cent she can get. Meg, I'm worth billions."
Yes, I know Brad. And after I Kill Jane, guess who your next wife could be. It's a long shot. But it could happen.
"Would you like to see me fight your wife? To humiliate her? To wrap my strong legs around her? To kill her? Then you won't have to worry about a divorce."
"Yes. And she likes to fight also, Meg. She's like you. Never lost a battle."
Well she's about to loose a big one.
"Then transfer your part of the bet into my account plus another ten million dollars and I'll do it. Call her now. Tell her anything. Just get her over here. Tell her I want to make love to you. Tell her I also like to fight and the only way to stop me is to get over here and beat the shit out of me."
He makes the transfer and the call to his wife, Jane. He hates the thought of paying the ten million dollars, but if Jane divorces him she's going to take billions.
"She's coming right over. God she loves to fight. Kill her Meg. Then I'll be your slave. I love you, Meg."
You're already my slave, you idiot. And "love", bullshit. You're just masochistic and oversexed.
Jane arrives in just over thirty minutes. Brad and Meg, both nude, are waiting for her in the gym. Jane looks furious when she first comes in, then a slow smile spreads over her face. She takes off her clothes, being very slow when she takes off her bra.
While Meg's tits are large and firm, Jane's are huge. Her smile gets broader as she turns to the side, puts both hands over her head and takes a deep breath to show them off. Jane is not as hard as Meg, but her muscles are solid and she's four inches taller.
"So this little tits girl wants to beat my ass. It'll never happen. I'm sure you know my name is Jane. What's yours?"
"Meg."
Jane walks across the room to where Meg and Brad are standing. In spite of the huge size of her tits, there is no sag. They are firm and sit high on her chest.
"These tits are what got me Brad. They'll get me any man I want. All men like big tits. What does he see in you?"
"My incredibly strong legs, Jane. He's not a tits man. He's a "legs man." And if you look closely you'll see that although your legs are muscular, mine are solid steel. Don't you see the veins popping out? Huge tits loose out to strong legs every time, Jane. And you've lost out. Brad is mine. Tough shit."
This enrages, Jane. She grabs Meg in a bear hug, pinning her arms to her sides so she can't strike back. She arches her back to get the maximum advantage from her strong arms. And being four inches taller this pulls Meg off the floor. She tries to pull her arms from her sides but Jane is just a little too strong. Jane smiles as she watches the pain on Meg's face.
"I'm going to break your back you little bitch. Quickly. Watch this Brad. You're soon going to be needing a new pair of super strong legs."
Suddenly Jane starts screaming. Meg has buried her teeth in her opponent's huge tits and is viciously tearing at the flesh. Jane releases the hold and jumps back to see the blood trickling from her tits, down her stomach and dripping onto the floor. This sends her into a fury.
Meg should have seen the blow coming, but didn't. One of Jane's long legs strikes Meg right in the pussy and she doubles over, the pain so intense her eyes water. She can barely see. Jane grabs both of Meg's arms and thrust her head forward aiming to sink her teeth into Meg's jugular vein. But at the last second Meg turns her head and once again sinks her teeth into Jane's tits.
Jane does everything she can think off. She's frantic. Her beautiful, huge tits are being destroyed. She knees Meg in her rock hard stomach. She beats her in the face with her fists. But Meg continues to chew away on her tits. Jane finally figures two can play at this game and starts to savagely attack Meg's tits with her fingernails. Meg backs off for a moment.
Jane takes this opportunity to grab Meg around the neck in a choke hold. Meg can't break it by pulling on Jane's arms, so she starts slamming her in the ribs with her forearms. Jane takes the pain and hangs on tightening her grip, enraged by the beating her tits have taken. Meg remembers a move Jane made with a leg but uses her fist and slams it into Jane's pussy. The woman goes to her knees.
Meg shoves Jane onto her back, pounces on her stomach and claws at her huge tits. Jane tries to keep Meg's hands off her tits. But Meg is too strong. She savagely claws at the huge tits cutting deep gashes in them. Jane desperately finds the strength to grab Meg's wrist and hang on. Meg responds by once again attacking the tits with her teeth. This is even worse than fingernails. Meg is biting chunks of tits and spitting them across the floor.
Jane is sobbing now. She lets go of Meg's wrist and somehow gets to her feet. Once again Meg should have seen it coming, but Jane kicks her in the pussy. This time twice. Meg is on her knees. The pain is blinding.
"You little tits cunt. I'm going to kill you for what you've done to my breast."
She grabs Meg from the rear with a choke hold. Meg is barely conscious from the kicks to her pussy. She's gasping for air. And Jane should have seen it coming. Meg slams her fist into her pussy. Twice. Jane doubles over but Meg is still too groggy to take advantage of it. When Jane gets to her feet the women just sort of stand and stare at each other. They're both temporarily stunned.
But it doesn't last long. Suddenly Meg lunges forward and buries her teeth in Jane's tits, again spitting out chunks of flesh. Jane screams and tries to push Meg's head away. But Meg hangs on. Jane is crying. Begging Meg to stop. The blood from Jane's tits is now flowing freely into a puddle on the floor. She's loosing too much blood to keep fighting.
"Now, big tits, let me show you what strong legs can do. And like I said, Brad is a 'legs man.'"
Meg kicks Jane's legs out from under her and she lands on her butt. Meg quickly goes behind Jane and wraps her powerful thighs around her ribs. Meg leans back and squeezes as hard as she can. It doesn't take much. Within a few minutes Jane is dead.
"I don't think she'll be divorcing anyone," says Meg. "Let's go back to my bedroom. Oh, and one thing. Did Jane drive her car?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh nothing. Just curious." And just one more loose end to tie up.
When they get to the bedroom the other men flash back on the TV, their erections now deep into Meg.
"Brad, I saved you billions by killing Jane. I think you should add still another twenty million dollars to my account."
Brad frowns and picks up the phone reluctantly. Meg grabs it out of his hand and hits him in the head with it.
"You're my slave. I'm your one and only mistress. I don't share you with Jane anymore. And when I ask you to do something, don't act like I had just made a dental appointment for you. I want to see smiles. I want to see enthusiasm from now on. Is that perfectly clear?"
"Perfectly, Meg," Brad says with a smile. He adds the money to her account.
Meg glances at the monitors of the men making love to her.
"Now! Brad! Now!"
Meg lies on her back and Brad's large erection goes deep inside her. She wraps her arms and legs tightly around him and thrust her hips back and forth, the muscles in her gut and ass flexing, first soft, then hard as a rock.
The TV screens flash rapid images of everything they've shown, plus Meg killing Jane. Brad is in a frenzy as he retracts and then plunges his erection into Meg. She stretches her arms behind her and arches her back. She tenses the muscles in her legs until they start to quiver. She moans and pleads for an orgasm. They continue for hours until they're covered with sweat. Until every muscle in their bodies is shaking. Brad has had several orgasms. Meg has had none. They switch positions with Meg on top.
"Don't go limp on me, Brad. Loose that erection and I'll kill you."
Meg raises up and then slams down again and again. Brad's erection stays firm. He runs his hands along the hard muscles in her thighs and stomach. Sweat continues to drip from Meg's body. She tries desperately hard to have an organism. But it's no use.
I hate to do this Brad. But it's the only way I ever reach a climax.
"Sit up, Brad. And turn around."
As soon as he does she grabs both his wrist from behind and wraps her powerful thighs around his ribs. Then she leans back and squeezes. The monitors switch to other men being killed in her scissors hold as she begins to have an orgasm. Brad suddenly realizes what's happening.
He gets to his feet and tries to shake Meg loose. But she's much too strong for him. And wave after wave of orgasms are hitting her. It gives her added strength. The sexual release she's wanted all night is here. Her moans are loud and long. She arches her back and flexes the muscles in her legs and butt as hard as she can. Her moans grow even louder. She's shattering Brad's ribs and bursting his internal organs. Blood trickles from his mouth. As the last bit of life is squeezed out of Brad, Meg experiences one last climax. Her whole body shakes with pleasure and satisfaction. And her moan starts as a low sound from deep in her gut and ends in a loud scream.
She lies in bed for a few moments, then remembers the "loose ends." She puts on a disguise and drives Jane's car to a rapid rail station. She leaves the car there and takes the train back to the condo. Then she buries both bodies in her garden. There are getting to be quite a few bodies in her garden. Twenty five at last count.
There are plants in the garden over each body and Meg, disguised as an elderly woman, waters them each day. She waves to her neighbors.
Meg has decided it's time to move to another city. The police are beginning to get suspicious about all the missing persons. She packs her bags, puts on another disguise and leaves town. She wonders how many more men she will kill in order to achieve an orgasm. Will a man satisfy her? Will a woman kill her? How long will she remain The Black Widow?
# Tom Adams, 2002-2003. All Rights Reserved. Comments to: storiesbytomadams@earthlink.net