Orcas' World 7 - story 7 - Aquabellas by DEA Just Another Female Assassin at Work… … "So, how much?" "Nah… for scaring two little girls?" "And that injury!… They mustn't participate tomorrow!" "Did you say they're like you? Hmmm… it might be interesting," she laughed, "I'll give you a discount. Let's say… 10,000 credits…" "Ten thousand?!" "Hiring an orca for doing dirty work is never cheap… and by the way, 10,000 is like nothing for me." "But we don't want them to die, just disable them from the competition…" "In synchronized swimming, who'd have thought... Well, hurting or killing, what's the difference? Using a fraction more strength…" "OK, we'll take it." The assassin smiled broadly. "Any special wish?" she asked. Both girls looked at each other. "Are they really such dolls like you two?" the orca smiled softly again and slowly reached out her hand to one of them. "Uhm… yes," the girl replied, slightly nervous, watching her huge biceps. "Hmmmm… really nice," she purred and her fingers slid down beneath the blouse of the petite girl, softly stroking her almost flat, little bosom, "What about a friendly hug?… My steely melons caving in their flat chests like card board… it's really, really very pleasurable." "A few broken bones should be okay," the girl swallowed, more than clearly able to imagine being squeezed out like toothpaste against the giantess' teats. "So, agreed," the orca smiled again, and to their relief, pulled her palm back and got up. … Both sisters, twins, left to the locker rooms after training. 'These pale, tiny bodies look like they're from a concentration camp,' grinned Kara to herself, when she saw their 4'6'' tall, white little figures, maybe a bit muscular by human standards, but in comparison to her... 'such scraps can't even be considered human… so, it won't be a crime after all…," she laughed and followed them. Passing a row of mirrors, she looked at her magnificent body with pleasure. A mass of 700 pounds of pure muscle was tightening her velvet smooth, tanned skin, huge thighs, thick like oak trunks put together from ropes of steely hard muscles… Everything embodied in a 7'3'' stature of sex and destruction. She slowly clasped her mammoth, pumpkin-sized breasts, full of brutally vast muscles, hard like rocks, and squeezed. "Time for real love," she smiled dreamily. Relaxed, she came into the showers. Both women looked at her with surprise. "Hi," said Kara calmly with a light smile, approached one of them, and with a light shove with her palm hit the girl's chest, sent her flying across the whole room. Before the other realized what was going on, the giantess clasped her around her neck, and without any evident effort, tossed her into the corner to her sister. Leisurely, slowly like a lioness going to finish off her injured prey, she came to the two, confused and frightened girls. Each step bucked her impossible lethal muscles. She bent down and without a word embraced their screaming heads with her huge paws. "I'm going to have fun with you," she said, taking off her swimsuit top. She tensed her pecs and they changed into rocks. She lightly rammed the head she held in her left hand to her left tit, then she repeated the same with the right one. This way, like King-Kong, slowly and lasciviously continued till the screams ceased and their hands, helplessly beating into her superbody, fell limply down. She smiled with disdain at their unconscious, bloodied faces, thrusted her obscenely muscular biceps under their armpits, simultaneously lifted both of them to the level of her inhuman tits and squeezed. The pressure of her deadly bear hug grew and both of the steely melons began to cave in their flat chests. Firm, thumb-like thick nipples bore through their little bodies and the goddess still slowly, very slowly and carefully increased her squeezing until the fragile ribcages of both girls completely collapsed under her killing force with a series of cracking. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh," she moaned, "I love it!" She looked at the limp little bodies, shaped to her unyielding muscles and teats, and released her hug a bit. Then she slowly squeezed them again, unable to resist the sound of the ribs cracking. Again and again, every time a bit stronger. After a while of this brutal game, the content of their little chests changed into a gory mess which slowly began to ooze onto her monstrous boobs. There was no way to return… "Oops…," she realized the wetness there, "I'm afraid I let myself carried away a bit too much…" she giggled and strongly fixed their backs against her 35'' biceps. She took a deep breath. Her lungs inflated like huge balloons, deflating both chicks as easily as two air beds rolled by a steamroller. Their torsos disintegrated totally, letting her vast teats mash their hearts to a pulp and crush their spines against her mighty arms like twigs under tank tracks in the following second. She felt her breasts touching her own arms, literally obliterating these two aquabellas from this reality. She finally released her hug and let both tiny corpses fall limply to her feet. "Oops… now you won't take part in any competition… sorry," she smiled and left. The end dearchive@hotmail.com http://get.to/dea note: For all who are interested in "The farm" series: the part 4 is written, unfortunately I lost it (it was on a paper), so currently I've been working on parts 5 and 6, hoping that I find it somewhere...