The Farm, part 2 by DEA Crime doesn’t pay off there… A bit violence in this story. Well, in fact a lot. For better understanding have a look at part 1 (its in DEA‘s folder) ……………………………. I could hardly sleep that night. I was quite tired but I couldn’t fall asleep. When I closed my eyes I had my mind full of Nema’s incredible body. Damn! I wanted to fuck her! Why didn’t I do it? I wanted to fuck and be fucked, even though I knew it’d be fatal for me. She weighed over a ton. No, I didn’t care at that moment and I fully understood the fetish of the previous foreman and the way of his termination. I sat on the bed and jerked off. It helped and I finally fell asleep. … However, the morning wasn’t much better. I felt my whole body trembling with anticipation and badly needed sex. Beautiful girls came in and helped me with dressing up. They were real examples of inhuman prettiness, but I wanted a different kind of beauty. I had breakfast on a large terrace with a view on the pool. It was morning but already very hot, but the shade of the greenery and breeziness made it acceptable. The meal itself was wonderful, reminding me of banquets in a virtual reality. But this was real. Several kinds of meat - dark, pink, pale, bloodishly red; it was something different than the minced hamburgers we had eaten on the Earth. Watching a group of young, huge Gits easily carrying heavy stones somewhere made me imagine my ex- wife eating a yogurt and then going to a fitness to get into shape. I couldn’t stop laughing. She had no idea at all what this ‘farm’ was about. But I was too horny. I gulped quickly the breakfast and pointed at the foreman to come closer. ”Tell me Jack, are there any slaves here who did something against the law?” ”I am sorry, sir. I am not sure if I understood you properly. Nobody does anything against the law.” ”Look Jack, you are the foreman. You are responsible for keeping the order here. You gave me the List of Rights which you inherited from the previous manager.” I showed him a thick bundle of papers inscribed with an old-fashioned handwritting in ink. ”It’s pretty old and I can barely read but it’s still valid and you are responsible for following it!” I tried to look serious. ”let’s see…ah, here it is… sexual interaction is legal only for the purpose of reproduction and must be approved by foreman, .. any disobedience against master, foreman or village manager will be punished… death penalty can be set by the master only; for every reason or without reason…” I put the papers aside and looked at the foreman strictly. He stammered, ”of course there are slaves who disobey this law, sir. But I thought you were asking for more serious crimes, we are obliged to report to government, like murders, kills, rebellions… but nothing like that has happened here…” ”You don’t have to think, you must act!” I shouted and threw the papers into his face. I didn’t need any laws any more. ”I am very sorry, sir. We, of course, keep these laws and punish the ones who violate them. We send them to forced labour to mines or slash them…” ”Very well, foreman. But I think we need some extra examples that crime doesn’t pay.” I stood and patted his shoulder, ”We don’t need these criminals at all, do we? Take about 30 of this scum and bring them to Nema’s village. Go on! And prepare a chaise for me!” … When we arrived at the Giants’ village, the requested group of slaves was already standing there. The village itself was as huge as its inhabitants. Everything was twice as big. Houses, stairs, rails, furniture.. And, of course, its citizens. The gits were walking around, looking at the small slaves with interest, like hungry dogs used to look at a butcher shop. The reds didn't like it at all, obviously being scared at each Giants' step. They might have felt like eggs on a highway. Then I saw Jack with one big Git, the major. He greeted me and showed us Nema's house. She was sitting in front of it, not showing the slightest interest, as usual. "Good morning, sir," she greeted me and stood up. "Hi, Nema. I'd like to test your strength a little bit." I replied and turned to the major, "these slaves did crimes against the law. They'll be punished. Nema was selected for that, you are responsible for the process. When I say >>next<<, you'll send the next criminal there. Nobody must escape. Understand?" "Yes, sir!" the nine foot giant saluted and immediately began to call up chaps to surround the unaware victims. We went upstairs to Nema's bedroom. It was vast as everything there and when I looked at the ceiling I almost got vertigo. There was nothing except for a massive bed, larger than rooms people on the Earth used to live in. I climbed on it and ordered Nema, "strip for me!" She did and I continued, "I came here because want to see your huge muscles destroying these slaves. They are all criminals and they'll be punished. I'll tell exactly what to do and you'll do it. This will be a just sentence." "Yes, sir. Of course, sir." I approached the window and shouted at the major to bring the first bastard. He nodded at another man and he quickly grabbed the first convict. Screams were heard but in a few seconds, he got upstairs, shoving the helpless man to the floor. "Read!" "John Deen, theft of a chicken," replied the foreman, looking at some papers. "Nema, take his left hand," I ordered her, reminded of one suitable middle age punishment. ”Please no, sir! It was only a misunderstanding. The chicken came into my house while I was away! Noooo!!!” screamed the man, frightened to death at Nema’s unstoppable figure, dashed to the door, but it was blocked by the guard. He lifted and tossed him a few yards back to Nema. She bowed and firmly grasped his left palm. The man tried to get free but it was really futile, her huge arm didn't move a millimeter. She stood there naked, calmly staring to the wall, completely uncaring about the screaming man. I came nearer. "Slowly, very slowly bring your palm into a fist!" I said in a trembling voice. She started, slowly changing his hand into a pulp. His screams intensified but she didn't pay any attention to them or his desperate attacks. He beat her with the other arm but she even didn't look at him. She tensed all her forearms muscles, mashing his palm into oblivion. Quiet cracks were heard when she completed it. The fist was as big as my head. "Open it!" I almost begged with anticipation. She emotionlessly unclenched her vice and I saw in there a small blood stain, some dark red minced meat and then something like a dried frankfurter. I gulped at the non-existence of half of his hand and got erect. The scream ceased and the man fainted, falling down to her feet. "Malingerer!.. Do the same with the other hand!" I ordered. She obeyed grasping the unconscious victim by his hair and pulled him effortlessly up. Squeezing his other hand, she stopped after about 30 seconds, her fist steely hard clenched. His both hands became useless… "Toss the scum through the window and bring the next!" I said to the guard angry with the man’s dead silence and he quickly fulfilled my order. I looked out of the window. The crippled man fell from 20 feet onto a big pile of pongy manure and stale. 'If he won't die of blood loose, he will of blood-poisoning,' I thought. Indeed, the active guard brought another victim. "Daniel Stompp, disorder." A big man, still looking proud, spat on the floor, ”I just said the food should be better..” "Aaa.. a rebel,” I interrupted him, ”bother the major with unimportant things.. that’s easy. But would you like to have a talk with this cute little girl?" I laughed at him. "I just wanted to help make it better here," he stammered, watching in fear Nema’s bloodied hands. "OK, entertain me and you are free. Fight with her! Or your death will be long and painful" I warned him. Deep in shock, he obeyed. He came to her and kicked hard to her monstrous thigh. It'd be easier to punch a marble wall. She looked at me, asking what to do. "Fight, too" I advised her. "I have never fought, sir," she replied, completely ignoring man's futile attempts. "I'll help you. Grasp him at the forearms. Firmly. Lift him up. Pull to sides. Do that." I helped her and quickly twisted my wrists around. Loud cracks merged with a horrible scream. The man's strong arms were crippled, broken at the elbows like we used to tear fried chickens’ legs. Bones, joints and torn muscles were poking out of the ripped skin. "Drop IT," I ordered, "very well, Nema." I turned to him, "I don't think you'll fight any more." "Die!" he swore, wincing in pain in the dust of the floor. "Nema?" "Yes, sir?" "Grab him under the armpits. Lift him. Open your legs and put both his legs between your thighs. Good. Squeeze. Squeeze hard." It was the most brutal and exciting view I'd seen at all. His muscular thighs were sticks in comparison to her terrifying crushers. Looking like a hydraulic pressure, they bulged tremendously when she rammed them together, changing his weak human muscles into a gory mush and snapping his strong thigh bones like dried twigs at dozens points. The man jerked with this terrible pain and screamed. "Grab his chin and crush it to a pulp!" I shouted, angry about that incredible noise. Her big, ultrapowered palm covered his face and the screams ceased. A few crackles more and it was almost silence. I couldn't help myself. I took my shorts off and began to jerk of, uncaring about the slaves there. I was so horny I felt myself coming in a few seconds. "Threw him to the stale. I want to see him drown." I ordered Nema. She went to the window, the mashed man still firmly between her torturing grip, each step grinding the rests of his legs even more. Stupid, but precise, I thought. She hit accurately. The man landed directly in a few feet deep puddle of stunk stale. I saw him emerge a few times, frantically fluttering with the crippled limbs but he had no chance. I came just when he drowned. "Next!" "Jane Mayne, illegal sexual contact." "Ah… a horny little girl… I think Nema can show you really special sexual contacts. And it'll be fully legal!" I laughed and turned to Nema, "what about some fistfucking?" "Sorry, sir?" "Grasp her around her waist. Lift her. Tear her shorts off. Ram your hand in and show me her heart!" She did. Panic screams changed into a total horror. Nema picked the girl up and cuddled her firmly to her hard abdomen and slipped her big hand under the girlie’s skirt. The poor slave's cunt tore like a wet paper and Nema's thick hand easily went in. A few mortal spasms more and her screams ceased when the tormentor's tool tore out her heart. "Enough!" I ordered her and she pulled her clenched hand out. When she did it, a slurping sound accompanied falling mashed guts from her abused corpse. A small, still beating heart was spraying blood all around. Nema closed her fist again and mashed it to nothingness. The next man was sentenced for masturbation. "That's a really serious crime," I remarked ironically, "I think you'll need a special kind of treatment." I looked from the window at the crowd there. I pointed at one young, curious git and shouted, "Come here, boy!" He was huge, gigantic. Seven feet, 500 pounds of extremely developed muscles. A real superman, easily capable of killing the mightiest human bodybuilders in one friendly bearhug. However, against Nema, he was like a skinny child. I came to him, looking at his overfilled shorts. Without asking, I inserted my palm into it. I wasn't gay, but the feeling of having such a huge meat in my hand, made me pretty hot. I took it out and it was really BIG, like two cans of cola. I enjoyed playing with it, paying no notice to the surprised, gigantic boy. "Would you like to fuck, boy?" I asked him challengingly, feeling it grow and harden. "Yea, sir," he moaned at my treatment. I opened my mouth and tried my first blow job. Unfortunately, the head itself was big enough to fill up my entire mouth, so I could only lick it like a huge pacifier. Nevertheless, it was obviously enough. The cock became a piece of steel soon and I even had problems pulling it out. I looked at the giant again. "Then fuck this man," I offered him generously. It was more than just fulfilling my order. The boy almost screamed with delight and immediately wrested off his shorts. The man tried to run away, but my new, young friend didn't want to lose his little bitch. He caught him and threw him on the large bed, tearing off his garments. The act itself was a matter of a few seconds. The titan knelt behind him, ignoring his futile defense, firmly grasped his thighs and rammed his killer into the helpless man. His little virgin ass wasn't evidently designed for such a log. Smacking tearing sound and horrible screams filled the room, but they luckily changed into gurgles soon as the man began coughing and spitting dark blood and I could enjoy the execution. The giant fucked the man wildly, shaking his victim like a rag doll. We could see the cock moving, ploughing inside his belly but it wasn't long enough to kill him instantly. His pelvis cracked in the giant’s crushing grip, his guts were mashed to a pulp, but he was still alive, slowly dying in horrible pain. Luckily (for him), he came. The loads of cum, filling up his huge, grapefruit sized balls, shot out like a missile and hit his heart. The executor roared in ecstasy like an animal and the man, hanging on his huge cock, spasmed lastly and died. Then he pulled his deadly rod out and let the lifeless body fell on the bed. The slave’s eyes were frozen with terror, his mouth still dripping blood and even sperm. I turned to Nema. She looked a bit different now. Her nipples were erect to a human thumb size and her whole appearance was giving away her arousal. "Now, Nema, fuck the boy! Like a horse!" I laughed evily. Saying not a word, she obeyed, shivering in anticipation. The boy turned to her with panic fear in his eyes but it was too late. She knocked him hornily down onto the bed and twisted him on his back. Sitting onto his crotch, she engulfed easily his entire gianthood and began to ride him. They really weren't equal. The man was big, huge, but she was simply enormous. His vast muscles were dwarfed by hers and looked like matchsticks. She was about four times heavier and it was painfully obvious. The man screamed with pain at every thrust when her mare-sized ass repeatedly crushed his waist. She humped him violently her immensely muscular arms passionately caressing and hugging her chest. He tried to fight but hard to say if she perceived it at all. His pelvis collapsed soon and internal organs were quickly changing into a mush and he began to choke with his own blood. Her palms mashed his massive pecs and cracked his ribs at random. Then she lifted his torso and rubbed his brutally abused body against her monumental abs. The man was almost dead when she came. She rammed her inhumanly huge ass hard, crushing the rest of his crotch flat, shaking violently. Tensing all her immense muscles, she instantly pulverized the boy’s upper body in an unstoppable bearhug. His organs and once mighty muscles were squeezed out, obliterated, as was his waist - crushed to nothingness when she rammed her thighs together. Then she relaxed and got up, leaving his once amazing body in a boneless shape of a bag of potatoes squeezed in a compacting machine … All the 30 men and women died that morning. Their pitiful lives ceased in many various, brutal ways. Their bodies were crushed, torn, ripped apart like they were toys made of twigs and paper. The poor people tried to fight but it was always useless. They were tortured, crippled and finally executed. Nema's physical superiority was simply absolute and she fulfilled my every weird wish without any effort. … Finally we ran out of prisoners. We got out of the (slaughter) house and I wanted see the pile of victims. But there was only that pile of manure there. Everybody had disappeared. 'What's happened?' I wanted to say but then I heard a strange noise. Following the sound, we came to a small pond behind the last houses. I saw something incredible there. Another huge female git was washing and cleaning the victims or better said, their parts, in order to find anything that could satisfy her obviously enormous lust. She was just examining the remains of the mangled git boy, trying hard to find any profit from it. "What a fucking waste…" she swore, hugging his body like a puppet, "no use for him anymore," she admitted finally and angrily tore his corpse into two halves as easily we use to do with ants. Then she saw us and stood at attention. The giantess was not as tall as Nema, about nine feet only, but she was anyway somehow bigger. Nema was big, huge, but this being was something unbelievable. Her muscles were so thick and bulky that she could hardly move. Her thighs and arms were twice Nema's and her ass and tits were simply dimensionless. As a whole, she looked like a living, destructive press. "Good morning, sir. I'm cleaning the village from the mess." she saluted, standing in the middle of numerous dead people. "I see…you like it, girl," watching her thick cream dripping from her huge, swollen cunt. "Yes, sir." "What's your name?" "Venus, sir…. Sir?" "Yea?" "I have heard you are looking for an executioner. I'd volunteer for this job." "Yea, something like that," I said finally, staring at her with respect. "I think I can meet your strictest demands," she said, looking at me in a strange way the slaves weren't used to. "OK, come tomorrow morning into the palace," I replied, wondering what would happen. end of the part 2 thanks Seldom for helping me with the grammer dearchive@hotmail.com author‘s website: http://get.to/dea