Alura and the Pricks 
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com 	
edited by michael-leonard


Alura takes all they can give, and then finishes 'em off.

(Alura Jenson is a real person, but of course this is a work of fiction. It
shamelessly copies the plot of her film The Bound Gangbang of Alura Jenson,
but with what I think is a more satisfying ending.)

She was making her way into the mall by herself for a change, having given her
bodyguard Rex the day off because she'd worn him out the night before. She'd
hired a bodyguard because even though she was 40 years old, Alura Jenson was
still one of the most popular porn stars in the industry. Her golden blonde
hair, dreamy eyes, and voluptuous figure with a gorgeous round ass and huge
breasts combined with her rather deep, sultry voice and a willingness to
perform every sex act imaginable kept her fans coming back for more. Some of
her fans were a little on the obsessive side, especially a few particularly
crazy ones who had managed to find her address and show up at her door
expecting her to be perpetually horny for just any man. Not that she didn't
have the normal desires fofr a woman her age;: Yyou might think someone who
has sex all the time professionally would have little or no interest in it
during her off-hours, but sometimes she just got the urge to do things her way
without expectations and a bunch of people watching, and Rex was always a good
go-to because he liked her very much, would never fuck and tell, and wasn't a
half-bad lay. She'd kept him up all night, in more ways than one, and like
most men he wasn't worth a shit the next day when he didn't get a good night's
sleep afterwards.

Alura figured she'd probably be okay if she disguised herself by dressing down
in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, sunglasses, and a ballcap, baggy
sweatshirt and sweatpants, but it was still hard to conceal the body that she
worked so hard to maintain. At 5'8" she was taller than many women, and her
shining blonde hair and curvaceous 44-36-40 figure still tended to make her
stand out from the crowd. The ads for her videos often listed her as an
"Amazon Beauty" because even though she was big and curvaceous she was
muscular, too, working hard to maintain her body with a workout that would put
many younger women to shame. Because she was so fit, Alura had been featured
in a number of wrestling videos even though her forte was porn. The wrestling
instruction she'd received in order to make those videos had given her a
certain amount of confidence that she could handle most encounters with her
sometimes too- ardent fans, so again she wasn't too worried. Little did she
know, however, she'd been surreptitiously stalked surreptitiously for several
days by some men who were "fans" of her money as much as they were of her
performances.

With her hair tucked up under the cap and her baggy plain gray sweats draped
over her most recognizable features, Sshe'd made her way through the mall and
completed shopping without being recognized by anyone., what with her hair
tucked up under the cap and her baggy plain gray sweats draped over her most
recognizable features, those bodacious breasts that were nicely augmented and
so firm they defied gravity; a round, full derriere that promised to be able
to take all you could give and more, and shapely muscular legs guaranteed to
be able to easily love or crush anything she allowed between them. She left
the building and walked out to the edge of the parking lot where her new Lexus
was parked in two spaces to keep it free of dents and dings. She had two
shopping bags in each hand, which made it hard to fumble with her key fob to
open the trunk. Just as she'd woman-handled the last bag in and closed the
trunk, however, a plain white van pulled up, its cargo door already open, and
four men jumped out, and each grabbinged one of her limbs. The guy going for
her right leg was a little slow, though, and she was able to catch him with a
perfect snap kick to the balls just before the others took her off her feet.
He collapsed to the ground and rolled onto his side in a fetal position,
clasping his swelling jewel sack in his hands while he retched from the
sickening pain, trying not to throw up but failing. He moaned uncontrollably,
clutching his balls and writhing in agony. She'd really gotten him good, she
could tell.

The remaining three thugs were struggling mightily but were having trouble
controlling her, so the driver was forced to leave his seat and run around to
help hold her down while a chloroform rag was applied to her face. Alura tried
to hold her breath but the exertion of resisting made it impossible to do so
for very long. She finally could not hold it any longer and suddenly had to
suck in a big breath all at once, which caused her to lose consciousness
almost immediately, her last sensations being the hard floor of the van and
the putrid smell of vomit from the man she'd taken out, whom they loaded in
beside her.

She awoke sometime later to find herself in a shabby room with peeling paint
and a stained drop ceiling and tied to what appeared to be an old doctor's
examination table in a shabby room with peeling paint and a stained drop
ceiling. The door at one end of the room was open, and through it she could
see a large garage area where the van was parked, meaning this was some kind
of industrial warehouse-type building which was VERY old, from the look of it.
A door at the other end of the room was closed, but from the other side of the
door she could hear a man softly moaning in pain.

She felt a little chilly and discoverealized her clothes had been removed. The
table was equipped with locking leather cuffs like they have in psychiatric
hospitals, but the difference being her wrists were secured at the corner of
the table so that they were above her head and her ankles were tied to the
base of the end of the table, spreading her legs and leaving her crotch within
an inch or two of the table's end. From the setup it was all too obvious what
their intentions were: some kind of gang rape, she imagined.

A small swarthy man of ambiguous ethnicity was seated in a folding chair a
short distance away, looking at a copy of JUGGS magazine, a small bulge
apparent in his blue jeans. He noticed Alura stirring and put down the
magazine. "Hey, Vinnie!" he called out. "VINNIE! VINNIE!" he yelled, louder.
Finally at the top of his lungs he bellowed "HEY, VINNAAAY! OUR PIGEON'S
AWAKE, FINALLY!"

The door opened. Since the table was placed at a right angle to the door, she
was able to look into the next room and see a broken down leather couch
against one wall, upon which rested the bastard she'd nailed earlier, a
scrawny pasty-faced ginger with his pants down, holding a bag of ice cubes to
his crotch. Into the room strode Vinnie, a large man who could have just
walked off the set of The Godfather, or maybe off a fishing boat in Sicily. He
was fairly tall and had short, shaggy black hair, broad shoulders, and a
barrel chest with arms to match., He was dressed in tight black jeans and a
black "KISS" t-shirt. The pale little man on the couch moaned again, to which
Vinnie growled "Quit yer whinin', ya whimp! If you'd a done yer job right
you'd be coming in here with us for some fun instead of nursin' your nut
sack." He closed the door, walked to the other door and closed it, then walked
over to the table and looked down at Alura. He tried to be nonchalant but his
eyes widened and his pupils dilated, revealing an obvious, visceral attraction
to her. "Well well, if it ain't Alura 'TNT' Jenson," he said, calling her by
her Twitter handle. "It's a pleasure to see ya."

"Wish I could say the same" said Alura, winking. He sucked in a breath and
smiled. She hadn't known whether to be really nice and stroke his ego or take
some other tack, but his reaction told her all she needed to know. She could
have told him to fuck off, or impugned his mother's occupation and heritage,
or made fun of his oversized Roman nose, and he wouldn't have cared in the
slightest. ThHer sultry sound of her voice was already making his cock hard,
and absolutely nothing she said would change that.

"You might be saying that it's' a pleasure, when we're done," said Vinnie with
a sneer. He was an attractive man, except when he was sneering like he was
now. "I've heard that it's possible, anyway. As Confucius said, if rape is
inevitable, relax and enjoy it." He kept sneering. She was going to have to
change that, she thought. "Anyway," he continued, "it shouldn't be too long
before we let you go. We've sent your business manager a quite reasonable
ransom demand, so the sooner he pays the sooner our time with you ends. Can't
say I'll be too disappointed if they don't pay right away."

"Oh, gee, well let's not make it end too soon! I wouldn't want to disappoint
you boys." sShe smiled wickedly. Since none them had worn masks or made any
attempt to conceal their identity, she was pretty sure Vinnie was lying about
them letting her go. She would need to bide her time and wait for the right
moment to make a move, but she was sure she'd better not wait too long.

"Oh GOSH, Mizz Jenson, thanks for not wanting to disappoint us!" he exclaimed
mockingly. "Let's not waste any time, then. HEY, YOU MAGGOTS! TIME TO PLAY.
GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE!"

The inner door opened again, and three men filed in, all in black jeans and
black t-shirts, like they were Vinnie's minions, or a gang or something. They
took up positions around the table with Alura on it.

There was the swarthy man who'd been reading the magazine earlier, and another
one who looked like he could be the first man's brother?same height, weight,
and swarthy features. The last guy was a fairly tall and thin African-
American man with a flawless, very attractive mocha complexion. He was quite
young and handsome, Alura thought, and had a shy sort of innocent look about
him that made her wonder how he would have fallen in with these degenerates.

All of them took one look at Alura displayed there, all bound up and naked,
and they all began massaging their evil pricks through their jeans. Hmm, The
Evil Pricks, she thought, that described them in total, not just their sex
organs. It would be a good gang name for them.

Vinnie was obviously the alpha male here;, and he stepped toward the foot-end
of the table, and unceremoniously dropped trou, and openly began stroking a
rather impressive cock. Seeing Vinnie getting down to business, the other
three figured it was okay to follow suit and did the same, revealing the
weapons with which they were about to assault her. The Swarthy Brothers'
members were in proportion to their diminutive frames, not tiny but nothing to
write home about. Mocha Man, however, brought out something worthy of an actor
in one of Alura's best videos. She half-wished she were meeting him under
other circumstances. She changed her mind about him, though, when he began
stroking that mini-tree trunk of his: there was a marked change in his eyes
and his expression, one of hungry lust, but not of a romantic kind: He grinned
with a cold, hard avarice that revealed that he, too, had transformed into a
giant Evil Prick. He continued to grin wickedly, as he continued stroking his
giant limb until it was almost big enough to hang a child's rope swing on. His
clearly evil demeanor suggested he'd done some actual damage with that
humongous sex log in the past, probably, and it was fairly obvious from his
expression that he was looking forward to do some bruising, tearing, and
ripping with it right now.

"I know Vinnie, the Boss here, is going first," she said rather
condescendingly to the minions, which elicited some disgruntled looks from
them, "but who's going to be next?" The three looked at each other intensely,
engaging in an unspoken battle with their eyes. Vinnie usually jumped in and
settled such pecking order disputes before they started, but right now he was
too distracted with the prospect of trying to destroy the goddess before him
to care about their petty concerns. All he could think about was parting
Alura's nether lips with the prow of his whaler and pushing deep enough into
her love lagoon to offload his crew of seamen. The other three morons
continued giving each other smoldering looks of anger and jealousy., and oOne
of the Swarthies was forming his right hand into a fist.

Alura seized the opportunity to take charge of their contentious situation.
"If I may make a suggestion," she asserted in her deepest, most seductive
voice, "you boys could stand around here stroking yourselves, trying to keep
yourself hard until it's your own sloppy turn after Vinnie, or I could do the
stroking and sucking for all of you at once until Vinnie gets bored, or tired
(she winked at him) and decides to switch positions. Does that sound good?"

"Whatcha think, Vinnie?" said Swarthy #1, or #2, she hadn't decided which was
which, yet.

"Whatever;, makes no difference to me as long as I get first crack at tearin'
up that pussy." He slow stroked the length of his considerable manhood and
added with relish, "I'm gonna wear you OUT, Bitch!"

"No MAN has ever made my pussy tired," she said dismissively., bBut she winked
at him again, and grinned evilly, and continued: "but you're welcome to try!"
Vinnie's cock grew to its full length and hardened into Italian marble.
Challenge accepted, his eyes told her.

"To do it right, though, I'll need some flexibility, so you really should
untie me to get the full effect of my, uh, expertise." She looked each of them
deep in the eyes as she proposed this, and without any discussion they
accepted, their big thinking heads having had the blood drained away by their
little fucking heads. They unlatched all four cuffs and removed them.

She grabbed the pricks of the Swarthies and pulled them up to the table on
either side of her while opening her legs for Vinnie to move into position at
her gGates of Heaven. She leaned back on the table with her head hanging off
the upper end slightly. and then opened her mouth. "Only one place left" she
said seductively to Mocha Man and then opened her mouth.. He stepped up to the
head of the table and pushed his pole past her glossy lips just as Vinnie
forced entry through her gates down below with his battering ram.

She kept a tight hold on all of them at first to give them the maximum amount
of initial stimulation, squeezing the Swarthies' modest dicks with a pulsing
grip while she closed her throat aond the giant Mocha Mangler and
pussy-clenched Vinnie's member with practiced power and finesse. The Pricks
all signaled their appreciation by moaning in unison. After a minute or two of
this teasing to let the tension build, she worked them vigorously for another
couple of minutes, eliciting a new round of moans, then relaxed her vaginal
muscles and her throat as much as she dared, to keep Vinnie and Mocha Man from
cumming too soon. She continued to grip the Swarthies even tighter, however,
since she planned to finish them off first, in more ways than one.

They didn't seem to mind, their hips thrusting forward with their hips in time
to her squeezing, pulsating strokes. She began resisting then slightly, so
that they felt compelled to force their cocks through her hands. The
Swarthies' very existence barely registered with Vinnie as he pounded himself
into Alura with abandon, unconsciously trying to achieve that powerful
pleasure he'd first been receiving when she was clenching hard, vaguely
puzzled as to why she didn't seem as tight as before. Mocha had the same
experience and tried to do the same, sliding into her throat as far as he
could but unable to generate the same initial ecstasy. She kept him from being
overzealous, though, by periodically raking his shaft lightly with her teeth,
sending him the message that to thrust too hard might have painful and
dangerous consequences.

After maintaining a tight grip and pushing against their thrusts initially,
Alura now relaxed her hands slightly and began power stroking the Swarthies at
a furious pace, giving them both hand jobs like none they'd ever had before.
Her powerful strokes seemed to vibrate through their entire beings like no
woman's ministrations had ever done. Soon both men's eyes closed and their
bodies began to shake reflexively, their self-control completely destroyed by
the irresistible force that was Alura. The piston-like strokes of her hands,
forearms, and biceps kept driving the Swarthies' pleasure to new heights,
until it reached an altitude they had not known to be possible. They trembled
and shook so hard that Alura was afraid their knees would buckle before she
had a chance to do what she needed to do, so she applied a brief burst of
speed stroking, her hands a blur as she sent them both over the edge.

The Swarthies both summited the Everest of orgasms and came simultaneously,
spraying globs of hot white lava across Alura's chest and onto each other in
amounts too copious to believe until they were completely expended, moaning in
ecstasy as their bodies continued shaking with release. They were teetering
back and forth, almost unable to maintain enough conscious coordination to
keep standing. As their last loads were expended and their balls relaxed,
Alura took each man's scrotum in one of her hands and crushed it so tightly
that she could feel her fingers pressed into her palms as if there was nothing
between them, her manicured nails breaking off as they impaled their soft,
vulnerable targets. Small portions of uncrushed skin ballooned out on the
index finger side of her hands, looking as if they were about to burst.

The Swarthies' moans became strangled screams as their brains, which had been
driven into overdrive with pleasure, were now electrocuted by excruciating
pain transmitted up from their pulverized pelotas. Aft ther end 15 seconds
Alura's crushing grip had almost compressed the men's cojones into diamonds.
The intense, crushing agony drove spikes of neural energy into their reptilian
brainstems, which overloadinged their ability to regulate blood pressure, and
making them lose consciousness almost as quickly as if they'd received a
knockout punch from a professional boxer. Both collapsed like stones;,
unconscious, crumpling to the floor on their respective sides of the table.
Vinnie, trying to maintain an exhausting pace of vigorous fucking, noted only
that the Swarthies had fallen away, chuckling to himself that they were such
lightweights to be succumbing to mere hand jobs while he powered into his
Herculean effort to outlast the Goddess of Sex that was Alura.

With the Swarthies down she could turn more of her attention to Vinnie and
Mocha Man. Alura tightened her luscious lips and muscular throat around
Mocha's massive member and contracted her vaginal muscles as hard as she
could, -- which was very hard indeed, -- around Vinnie's rather impressive
rod. She managed to bring new intensity to what both men were feeling with
each of their thrusts. Vinnie and Mocha were each peripherally aware of the
man at Alura'sthe other end of Alura, and in a burst of testosterone-infused
bravado each silently vowed to outlast the other. To that end, each man
unconsciously began momentarily regulating his thrusts to try to avoid peaking
too soon.

Alura sensed this and decided that would not do, oh no, it wouldn't do at all.
She reached up with her hands and grabbed Mocha's ass and pulled him forward
in an ever increasing rhythm, while she placed both of her heels on Vinnie's
ass and pushed him into her with equal force. She looked almost as if she was
doing the Australian Crawl on her back as she yanked both men's hips in toward
her respective orifices simultaneously, and her eight-pack of muscles stood
out each time it contracted, thrilling both men as they watched her flexing
power and felt themselves forcefully pulled into her. Both men were becoming
overwhelmed with the unbelievable simultaneous fucking they were receiving
from the same incredibly powerful woman, and each man's determination to
outlast the other was steadily weakening as his desire to cum grew stronger.
Alura had a plan, however, and for it to work she needed Vinnie to win their
little contest.

She slightly relaxed her vaginal grip on Vinnie's semi-massive pole in order
to manipulate the time of his orgasm to suit her. For the Mocha Man, however,
she repeatedly deep- throated his nightstick as deeply as she could,
attempting to put as much of its head against her epiglottis as possible until
her throat spasmed against it again and again as she gagged. She knew this was
getting to him because shivers went through his entire body each time she
gaggedid it sent shivers through his entire body, and now that her hands were
free she was using both of them to milk that part of the base and shaft that
was still exposed. Mocha was effectively paralyzed now, no longer thrusting at
all, merely standing still like a zombie receiving her powerful expert
ministrations, mesmerized and totally controlled by them as she took him at
breakneck speed toward an inevitable crashing climax. If this had been one of
her femdom sessions, she would at this point simply have stopped and walked
away, leaving him crying with frustration and begging for release. In her
current situation, however, she needed to finish him swiftly and completely.

Mocha was beginning to quake, and suddenly she tasted the pre-cum that
signaled his impending explosion. She waited with her hands encircling the
base of his shaft, and when the first spasm came she employed massive suction
with her mouth while rapidly squeezing and milking the cum load from behind
with her hands, forcefully pushing and sucking it out at the same time. The
big load rocketed out through his cock at fantastic speed, the sudden pressure
sending shock waves through his member hard enough to make his pelvis
convulse. "UGH!" he cried, shaking with the explosion. She quickly swallowed
mightily and reset her hands and mouth for the next load a second later,
repeating the push/suck process and forcing another convulsive release, and
then another and another, making him cry "UGH! UGH! UGH!" until he was emptied
and spent, collapsing forward on top of her. Vinnie laughed at Mocha's
collapse, knowing he had easily outlasted the other man.

Mocha's entire body relaxed., uUntil Alura reached with both hands to his
testicles and crushed them so hard that each one could have fit into a
thimble. He screamed and instinctively tried to get up, but she still had his
cock between her lips and teeth. She bit into it as hard as she could, which
was very hard indeed. His shaft was still partially engorged and too massive
to be able to bite completely through, but she bit very deeply just the same
and clamped hard onto it. He tried to pull out but the tearing and ripping of
her teeth sent even more pain and shock into his brain. He screamed and
twitched for a full fifteen seconds before the massive pain input
short-circuited his consciousness and his body went into spasm,. He
twitchinged for several more seconds but theforen becaominge still, his brain
having succumbed to incredible agony which caused it to shut down.

Alura disengaged her mouth from Mocha's mangled meat and pushed him off her
and onto the floor, where he landed perilously close to Swarthy #1 (or was it
#2? No matter.) She licked her lips, savoringed and swallowed the blood and
cum remaining in her mouth, then swallowed. She looked up into Vinnie's eyes
while she tightened her vaginal muscles around his thrusting shaft and smiled
secductively. "Just you and me now, Stud!"

Her squeezing sent intense new sensations through him that with every thrust
pushed him closer to the edge of climax. His look became one of uncertainty:
He felt like he was a fucking Superman for outlasting the others, and was
feeling more sexual pleasure than he ever had, but he felt himself becoming
extremely tired as her clenching resistance blunted his thrusts and made them
feel more difficult and much less effective and more difficult. He desperately
longed for release, but massive sensory input muddled his mind, making it hard
to comprehend what was happening to him. He was wearing down, and although she
uttered moans of pleasure that encouraged him and seemed perpetually on the
edge of cumming herself, she showed no sign of weakening. as sShe kept her
heels dug into his backside, and controllingmmanded his thrustsing. "Oh yeah,
baby!" she moaned, "Fuck me, baby! OOOH YES, FUCK ME HARD! DON'T STOP! DON'T
STOP! HARDER!"

He really COULDN'T stop. He didn't even care about outlasting her anymore,
chasing a massive orgasm of his own that seemed about to happen any second and
yet was just beyond his reach. Sweat coated his body, dripping off the end of
his nose as he thrusted like a madman, feeling as if his heart was about to
explode. She seemed to be controlling him somehow, electrifying his pleasure
to the point of no return but then lessening her pussy grip ever so slightly
so that the edge was just a few MORE thrusts away. He wouldn't, -- couldn't --
stop until he forced himself over that edge. What was happening to him? Why
couldn't he cum? It was the palpable promise of that ultimate, soul-shaking
best orgasm of his life, and he couldn't give up until he reached it. He was
almost there! Almost?.

She toyed with him a bit, idly twisting his nipples while she watched his face
contort with the overwhelming pleasure torture. He was a damn good-looking
man, even if he was an Evil Prick. She could see him sweating profusely,
pumping away with the last of his strength, but she had built him up and held
him there and then taken him down a bit so many times he now wasn't sure he
COULD come. Instinctively she sensed his fatigue and confusion and said, "Now,
baby! Lift my ass with your hands and fuck me HARD until you come. Do it! DO
IT NOW!"

Desperate for release, he did as he was told. She clamped her pussy down on
his shaft to maximize his stimulation, but after only a few seconds SHE came,
not a massive orgasm for her but a good one, and her shaking outcry along with
her twitching contractions took him to the very edge. He pumped away for all
he was worth, and he was just beginning to cum when she crossed her ankles
behind his midsection. As Hhis climax erupted, and she squeezed his hips with
her legs, a sudden compressing feeling on the ganglion of nerves at the top of
his hips which electrified his midsection as if she was squeezing the cum out
of him.

"GGGGAH!" he blurted as he gasped and came, his consciousness narrowing so
that his only conscious feeling was of the intense contractions of release as
his cum exploded into her four times. "GAH! GAH! GAH! GGGAAAAAAHhhhh..." he
cried unconsciously as one final massive explosion wracked his entire being.
It was the ultimate orgasm for Vinniehim: His body shook violently for several
seconds as his built-up muscle tension expended itself like a wave crashing
upon a giant rock and dissipating. His balls spasmed until they became
completely depleted.

Spent, Vinnie collapsed and slumped forward on top of Alura, all his muscles
becoming jelly with their prolonged massive tension having been released all
at once, followed suddenly by complete and utter exhausted relaxation. An
incredible amount of endorphin hormones was released into Vinnie's brain; they
were soon making him weak and incredibly sleepy, almost comatose. A dreamy
smile spread across his face as his alertness faded.

She reached her right hand over the back of his left bicep and entwined her
arm around his, bringing her hand up through his armpit[ ] to grab his hair
and pull his face into her massive silicone-enhanced cleavage. "Mmm?" he
sighed with pleasure as her giant mounds enveloped him. Her left hand grasped
his right wrist and brought his hand up to her lips, lightly kissing it with
incredible affection, as lovers often do. Then she took it down toward her
side but did not release her hold on the wrist. He would soon find himself
unable to move that arm because of her amazingly strong grip.

At the same time Alura repositioned her legs higher on his torso and Sslowly,
patiently, almost imperceptibly, she began to tighten themr legs around his
midsection. Every time he breathed out the caress of her thighs became just a
little more insistent, a little tighter, not allowing his lungs and diaphragm
to expand quite as much as they had on the previous breath. It was such a
slight increase in tension that he barely even noticed how she was
progressively restricting how much air he could draw in. Soon, however,
despite his sated reverie, he began to be aware of the anaconda-like
constriction around his middle.: He absentmindedly tried to shift his body
slightly to make himself more comfortable, but found that it had become
impossible. Reflexively he tried to take a deep breath but found that, too,
was impossible.

Alarm was beginning to creep into his consciousness, and Alura could feel the
tension rising in him. "Shhh! Relax, baby," she whispered as she kissed the
top of his forehead. It worked on him for the second or two it took her to
begin squeezing with the full power of her legs.

"MMPH! NNGGPH!" he cried into her chest as he began to struggle in earnest to
breathe and free himself, but discovered he could do neither. His muscles were
exhausted and weak from the marathon fucking Alura had given him, and his cock
was still semi-hard and held tightly inside her. He thrashed as hard as he
could, which was not really very hard at all. She had his arms and body
completely immobilized, and pulled him forward on top of her just enough to
keep his pants-encircled feet from finding any traction on the floor.

She pulled him forward until his eyes were now just visible above her
cleavage, and those eyes were now filled with terror. She looked into them and
smiled. "Who's fucked now? Huh, Vinnie? WHO'S FUCKED NOW?"

"MMPH! MMPH! PLZZ!" he squawked, his last words stifled by her luscious flesh.
"PLZZ!" he pleaded again, his failing voice becoming a desperate, panicked
falsetto.

"Please? Really, Vinnie?" she said with amusement. "Would you not have raped
and killed me EVEN IF I'd said 'please'? I'll give you the same answer you
would have given me." With that she crushed his torso within her massive
shapely thighs of velvet-covered iron. She kept his arms tied up and his face
squashed in between her huge, firm, enveloping mammary mountains. With
satisfaction she felt his mouth and nose futilely sucking against her luscious
skin and she heard and felt the cracking of his ribs, followed by the pitiful
crying sound of his weak, muffled dying screams. Even as his consciousness
faded, his body reflexively thrashed and twitched violently, his doomed cock
doing the same thing inside her. This time it WAS a great orgasm for her,
causing her to cry out in ecstasy, her moaning contractions dying away at the
same time Vinnie's lifespirit did the same. His body continued to twitch in
its death throes, his spirit having completely departed. The continued
stimulation from the vanquished, dying man served to prolong her orgasm beyond
any she had recently experienced in recent times.

Alura's legs were now being the only support for his lifeless body;, she
opened them and rolled him off onto the floor where he landed with a thud
right next to Swarthy #1 (or was it #2?), who stirred slightly but did not
seem to awaken. She sat up and took stock of the scene. Both Swarthies
appeared to be breathing but were still out. When she looked back at Mocha
Man, however, she was shocked to find him lying in two rather large pools of
blood, one near his nearly-severed penis and another, larger one around his
head. Apparently when he fell unconscious his head had struck the corner of
the exam table on the way down, gashing it severely. There was so much blood
it looked as if he must have bled out while she had taken her merry time
fucking and killing Vinnie. Oh, well?.

She felt she had to be sure, :so Sshe stepped around the blood as best she
could and took hold of his hand. She compressed the nail of his right index
finger; the pink color turned white with the pressure and did not return when
she released it, indicating he had no circulation at all. She knelt, tilted
his head back, and gave him four quick breaths of artificial respiration, but
there was no response. Satisfied he was beyond help, Alura wiped her hands off
on his chest and decided to get the hell out before anyone else showed up. As
if on cue, both Swarthies began to stir and moan. She went to each man in
turn, bladed her right hand and savagely chopped his neck, interrupting the
flow of blood to his brain and sending him back into oblivion. There was some
risk of severely injuring them in doing so, but their well-being was the least
of her prconblcernms at the moment.

Alura knew she needed to get out now, before the unconscious men came to, if
indeed they ever did. She found her sweat shirt and pants, socks, and
sclothoes thrown in a corner of the room, dressed in a hurry and ran out into
the garage where the van was parked, but the keys were not in it. She ran back
through the room full of lifeless Pricks into the back room where the smallest
of the gang still lay on the broken down leather couch. He was sleeping, with
his pants down and the bag of ice still resting on his balls, although the ice
had almost completely melted. There was not much more in the room besides
three folding chairs and an old TV on top of a set of empty shelves. Frantic,
she went over to Pasty Face Boy and shook him awake. His look of horror told
her he remembered who she was.

"Where are the keys to the fucking van?" she demanded quietly.

"Fuck you, bitch!" he spat. "You hurt me. I'll never?OOF!" She had leaped onto
the couch on top of him and shoved her knee up between his legs, bumping his
tender, swollen testicles hard enough to let him know she meant business.

"Tell me now or I put your balls up into your throat. Your choice."

"Aiyee! No, please!" he gasped, his pain renewed threefold just from the
little knee bump. She looked into his eyes with a fiery stare. The terror was
clearly evident in his eyes. "P-please! They're in a coffee can on the floor
of the garage by the door. Please don't hurt me anymore!" Tears were forming
in his eyes. She smiled grimly, pondering whether to bust his balls again
anyway, but then turned without speaking and ran back past the other prostrate
Pricks and into the garage. One of the Swarthies was again groaning as she
passed, which was not a good sign if she wanted to get away without a fight.

SheAlura found the keys, and fired up the van, and discovereding there was a
remote for the garage door on the visor. Ten long seconds later she floored
the gas pedal and the van roared out into an alley, the barely open garage
door scraping its roof. She drove blindly until she could figure out where she
was, then went back to the mall parking lot and left the van there. She hurled
the keys as far away as she could, got into her Lexus and went home.

Rex the bodyguard met her at the door with a worried look on his face. "What
the Hhell happened?! Bill just called me and said he'd received some kind of
ransom demand! We were just about to call the cops." Rex was really worried,
and it warmed her heart to know he cared so.

"Never mind that, call Bill back and tell him it was just a bad practical joke
by some friends of mine."

"Jeeze, Lu, what the shit happened?" She'd never seen the big burly Rex like
this. He was shaking, and almost in tears. It was adorable.

"Nothing to worry about, Sweetie. Just get make that call to Bill and when
you're done I'll tell you all about it." While Rex was on the phone with her
business manager she went into her master bathroom and slipped into the
shower. Rex had to wait a full 30 minutes for her to finish and get dressed
before he could hear her story. She came out dressed in one of her more
conservative orange bikinis, one wthatich was actually suitable for swimming,
and told Rex to fix her a drink and meet her out by the pool. A nice relaxing
float while the sun set was just what she needed, she said. Rex noted,
however, a number of bruises that were beginning to show.

Alura told him the whole tale over gin & tonics. She had to convince Rex not
to go over to that warehouse himself to finish off the surviving Pricks, and
not to involve the police unless they absolutely had to. The Pricks had been
punished enough, she thought, and with Vinnie dead she doubted his minions
would have the wherewithal to mount any kind of attempt at revenge. If they
did, Alura said, she and Rex would take care of them by themselves.

Rex thought she should go to her doctor the next day, just to be checked out
for safety's sake, but Alura countered that she felt fine and her injuries
seemed to be limited to bruises on her wrists and ankles. If she felt bad
later on, though, then she would go see the Doc. For now, she just wanted to
relax and float in the pool for a while until she was re-energized, which
wouldn't take long. Besides that, she said, they were not going anywhere
tomorrow. "Why is that, Lu?" he said quizzically.

She leaned over and put a hand on his massive thigh, kissed him on the cheek,
winked and said "Because, baby, I have plans for you tonight, and you are not
gonna be worth a SHIT tomorrow!" She laughed and playfully grabbed at his
crotch, and fouinding he was already hard from thinking about what she'd just
said. It was going to be a good night.