A.N.G.E.L., the crime syndicate (part 2) by hero141@hotmail.com Sexy, lethal, muscular, gorgeous and gruesomely sadistic: Denise and Bethany... When the heavy metal door of the dungeon closes, the two men remain alone with the muscular goddess. She throws them a radiant smile. Only now does the supernatural beauty of Bethany get across to the two men. Her dark hair is elegantly fixed in a tight bun. With a minimum of make-up her big dark-brown eyes are emphasized. Her perfectly tanned skin, red lipstick and clearly plucked eyebrows give her face an exotic look. The tight fabric that tries to cover her shapely breasts, can hardly contain her voluptuous curves and emphasizes her female charisma. And above all: Bethany's body is covered with layer upon layer of lethal muscle ! This gorgeous woman has a muscle mass beyond any imagination. Every tendon, every fibre, every curve on her magnificent body ooze brutal and savage power. Muscles, luxuriantly veined and meticulously oiled: what a sexy bodybuildster ! Imagine what this muscle babe could do to you... Imagine what her immensely trained body and psychotic personality mean for the innocent men she lays her hands on... – Go ahead, guys. And don't try anything. You have just seen what I'm capable of. And I can't say that I didn't enjoy it... They do not even think of disobeying her – not for the moment at least. Horrified they look into her beautiful eyes. Bethany just knσws they won't disobey her. During their walk through the corridors they try to memorize every detail of the premises and compare them to the memorized map they had to study by heart before they took on the mission. Five minutes later they arrive in a big and sumptuously furnished hall, in which they are forced to take a seat. – – In the meanwhile, the dungeon is the place for a terrific spectacle: the man who was almost butchered by Bethany is being skinned alive by his co-prisoners ! The two agents of the secret service want them to stop this atrocity, but the fear for retaliation is so overwhelming that they both are overpowered by dozens of the 'walking skeletons'. The bloodcurdling screams of the tortured man fill the chamber like foul air, as an abiding memory of Bethany's sadism. The high-pitched screams make place for silence: bloodloss and an overdosis of pain leave him groggy. An hour later the poor soul dies a horrific death. His body is unrecognizably mutilated... – We have to get ou of here... As fast as possible... If she returns, we're dead meat. And I don't want to be butchered like that idiot. – You're right. I hope our colleagues will make it all right. And let's hope they are able to keep their mouths shut or we're done too... But first: let's try to get out of here ! You got any tools ? They haven't frisked me... We have a chance through the ventilation system. If we manage to get that grid out, the road to freedom is open. Both discretely inspect the grid and see that it is attached with a couple of steel clamps. It will not be easy to get these open without rousing the suspicion of their 'hostile' cellmates... – – Both men have been waiting for about twenty minutes, when Bethany re-enters the hall. She's dressed in a white bikini top and an ourageously small cut-off denim trousers with a g-string. Her glorious glutes have been lavishly rubbed in with oil. She has cleaned off the blood of her body, which is bursting with muscle mass. Bethany is accompanied by an equally beautiful amazon, who is dressed in a long white garment tightly fitting her muscular body. The broad-shouldered beauties laugh when they see the agonized men. Denise carefully inspects both guys. She walks around them and nods approvingly. Her nipples become hard as steel. – So, these are the new playthings... Bethany, how far can I go ? Beautiful Bethany graciously lays herself on a sofa covered with satin sheets. Her veiny muscles bulge with every move she makes... Her busty chest is hardly covered by the tiny bikini top and her left nipple is visible for both men. The oil drips down from her curvacious bounty over the satin sheets. She sensually raises her ass and orders a servant to oil her round and muscular glutes. His trembling hands glide over Bethany's fit ass cheeks. She also wants the inside of her lethal, vascular thighs to be rubbed in. The mighty amazon purs like a cat as the terrified servant touches her muscular legs and moves his hands over her smooth skin. – You can go as far as you like. Do they have a hard-on ? Both men of course have throbbing erections – confronted as they are with these two sexy goddesses. They cannot keep their eyes off Bethany tanned dreambody. Her perfect breasts push forward as she bends her monumental back. Her rippling and glistening muscle curves are completely pumped-up... – Yeah, their rods are throbbing in anticipation ! A pity they aren't built like studs... For us but also for them... Hahaha ! Uninterested and absent-minded Bethany mumbles something like 'yeah, this will be fun' and she continues to entertain herself with her obedient servant. Cooing with pleasure she takes his dick out of his pants and shoves his shaft in her sensual mouth. The touch of his glans with her full lips almost makes him cum. As her experienced tongue performs extraordinary feats while her long nails gently scrub his erect shaft, he cannot contain himself any more. He climaxes so hard that he almost faints and shoots his load on the sofa. Bethany grins... – You know how to please me, baby. You can oil my boobs later. Go back to your work now, I'll do mine... Impressed by Bethany's skill the servant leaves the room... Bethany perceptibly enjoys herself when she massages her gleeming breasts herself. Her nipples almost pierce through her bikini top. Denise chuckles and flexes her mighty biceps to intimidate her two victims. These guys are no match for these two psychotic sex bombs... Both women direct their attention to the two appalled gentlemen. – Good, let's get to work... I am Denise and this is Bethany. But you already met her, didn't you ? We're Devon's bodyguards. She is the president of A.N.G.E.L.. But maybe you already knew that too... Perhaps you also know that there is an international warrant out for our arrest. We're worth $1.000.000 a piece – an underestimation of our true value, don't you think ? We've trained our bodies for years. We have skills you can't even imagine... Maybe you know that too... Have you also been informed that we tortured and eventually killed all our teachers and personal trainers ? Haven't we, Bethany ? Hahaha ! Denise’s eyes brighten when she thinks of all the trainers and instructors she has raped and tortured as a young girl. Her fit and demanding body gets excited when she reminisces about the 'old days'... Her for most men lethal hands automatically stroke her crotch and her fingers softly massage the spot around her pussy. Waves of intense pleasure surge through her body and her natural urge to inflict pain visibly increases... She addresses them again in a startingly soft and seductive voice: – Back to business... Devon won't be able to make it for now. She's still busy fucking some guy's brains out. He didn't pay his bills... Hahaha ! She let us know that we could do whatever we wanted to make you talk. We like playing games, so we will play a game. Denise rejoices at the doubt and fear looming in the eyes of her captives. She now addresses one of them personally... – I will ask you a question. If you don't answer properly, your colleague will choose the punishment fit for refusing the answer. If I don't like the punishment, I'll punish him instead. You got that ? An evil grin appears on Denise's face, her impressive muscular but feminine figure dominates wide and powerful over her victims. They startle back in fear when the erotic she-devil closes in on them and brutally binds them both to the chair. Her white dress reveals every detail of her incredible muscle mass. When she moves her body, you can see the muscles bulge and contract through the skintight white fabric. Her eyes reflect the contempt, the utter disdain she feels for men. – Who do you work for ? I will ask this only once. You'll be the one who will suffer, baby if you keep silent ! Your friend won't feel a thing... He'll only have to choose how I will punish you. I would answer if I were you... A minute passes. It seems like an hour. A dead silence... The man is brave and keeps his mouth shut. With an imploring look he faces his friend-in-arms, as if to say 'don't be too harsh with the punishment'... His forehead drips with sweat. He has been trained to resist and bear torture, but the presence of this gorgeous muscle babe makes it hard to empty his mind and to concentrate on something else to be able to endure the pain. And painful it will be... – A foolish decision. Time for punishment... And she looks at the man who has a gruesome responsibility on his shoulders. He averts his gaze and he wispers almost imperceptibly... – Hit him in the face. Of course he tries to keep the punishments as soft as possible without running the risk of being too soft and get the punishment himself... Facing death, self-preservation is one of the only reflexes left... He assumed that Denise would beat him with her fists, but instead she prepares to kick him in his unprotected face. He hadn't noticed yet, but Denise wears a pair of sexy high-heeled shoes ! She evilly smiles when she sees his startling expression. Slowly the muscular pin-up positions herself next to the terrified man and then her legs come into action: quick as lightning her razor-sharp high-heel crushes through his left cheek and reappears via his mouth on the other side of his face. Blood gushes out of the open wounds. A wet creaky sound indicates that parts of his jawbones are splintered to pieces – simply pulverized by the devastating impact of her powerful kick. Her long dress rips open up to her pierced belly button and her beautifully muscular legs become visible. These muscular limbs have crushed and smashed skulls to pulp, they have mangled male torsos to pieces, but now they are just the fit instruments to commence a brutal torture. Blood bubbles from his disformed mouth... Bethany is amused by the spectacle: – What a wimp... Don't rush this, Denise. – Oh no, I won't. His partner will make him suffer unendurable pains if he doesn't talk... They know the rules of this game... You like my fit body, baby ? Denise addresses the bleeding man who has tears in his eyes and is about to collapse – both physically and mentally... She postions herself onto his lap – her muscular legs encircle him – and she lets him smell her delicate perfume and musky bodily scent. Her tight ass rubs over his dick and blood fills his cock again. She pushes her massive tits into his ruined and bloody face and her hard nipples almost burst through his tender skin. He thrills at her touch. – I want an answer, now ! Or I'll squeeze it out of you... She squeezes him hard against her bosomy chest so that he simply cannot answer her question. His erection leaves him... The muscle goddess smilingly turns to his colleague, who knows that everything he says is of utmost importance for the survival of his partner... The thoughts that fill his mind, are cruel thoughts, hidden and dark desires not fit to inflict on his partner. Until... – Break his fingers. Sorry, Ken... Denise gets off his lap and orders the man to masturbate. – Take your dick in your hand, baby. It'll be the last time you'll be able to jerk off... Your partner wants it this way. I'll grant you a last orgasm... His begging eyes meet the sadistic gaze of his hot tormentor as she watches him with contempt trying to get his penis erect. The dominant muscle goddess jeers at him when he fails to get a hard-on. – You want me to do it ? It'll be rough, baby. Ken submits himself to the exciting touch of her fingers. The erotic muscle bomb solves his 'wood-problem' in no time... – Let's have some fun with your cock ! This will hurt, darling... Denise picks up a piece of iron wire, takes his glans between thumb and index and very slowly inserts the iron wire in his urethra. He yells, wails and screams loudly... His body convulses like a maniac. The uncontrolled spasms indicate that the pain must be unbearable ! And while she shoves the wire deeper into his cock, she continues to jerk him off savagely. Blood and semen intermingle and drip over her powerful hand... Ken feels how the wire mercilessly pierces through his abdomen, inflicting damage and pain he never deemed possible. And then she grabs his hands, but instead of 'just' breaking his fingers, Denise very slowly crushes them and then simply pulls them out ! Her massive biceps flex to mighty proportion in the process... She really shows no mercy... Ten useless stumps fall to the ground, his hands bleed heavily and the poor man almost faints. Ken's partner is speechless with amazement. He starts to vomit... The horrible sight makes him quiver all over. He cannot bear it any longer. He implores Denise to stop the torture and says that he will speak. His partner is still screaming and yelling like a pig. Harrowing screams... Agonizing cries... – I'll talk, Denise. I'll tell you everything, but don't kill him, please... The pumped-up amazon turns her head and smiles. Her white dress is drenched with the blood and gore of her victim. Her muscles crave for blood and brutal violence... Her curvacious body is destined for massacre and excess brutality. – Oh yeah. I know you'll talk. Watch what would happen to you if you refuse ! She pushes her full bosom softly against Ken's chest and aggressively starts to french kiss him. Her skilled tongue dominantly seeks its way in his bleeding mouth and rips open the wounds her spike heel has caused. Ken almost suffocates in her dominant kiss. His screams are muffled by her kiss. – Spare your breath for later, baby. You'll need it ! Hahaha ! She turns her attention to his cock again. The insertion of the iron wire has transformed his penis into a bleeding, misshapen rod with blueish and redish stains. The internal bleedings and bruises have made it even more sensitive... especially to more pain... Denise smilingly takes it into her hand and pierces her long nails through the shaft. When his yells reach an absolute climax, she simply tears off his member ! Her sharp nails pierce their way under his exposed balls and with a terrible wet sound she penetrates his abdomen with her hand. Blood oozes out of the wound. The sturdy muscle bitch roars with laughter as he slowly loses consciousness. – Stay with me, sucker ! Her hand then painfully bores its way through his abdomen. Internal organs, guts and blood gush out of the gaping gap over her muscular arm. She is unfettered ! And then the scene evolves into something that defies imagination: while her hand slowly pulls down his spine, she pushes his screaming face against her proud tits ! The cracking of bones and the shattering of ribs drown out his agonizing cries. His skull slowly gives in to the destructive force by which she crushes him between her hand and breasts. Moreover, his mangled skull is being pulled down as a result of his spine being teared down. His eyes roll in their sockets. The pain he experiences is excruciating. His body is smashed and crushed like an overripe grape. Denise's muscles gloriously turn this man into a bloody and ruined pulp... She finishes the job by mangling his legs with her spike heels... Denise, the dominant muscle Goddess of Death and Destruction ! His partner cries like a child... – – In the meanwhile, two men escaped the dungeon. They took off through the ventilation system... The hunt is open... (to be continued...)