Denise, the demonic assassin  part 2 
by hero, hero141@hotmail.com
The gorgeous musculatrix continues her pious work...


– Don't listen to her, she's a messenger from Satan. Don't sacrifice unto
Devils, to gods you know not, to new gods that come newly up, but to God...
(Deut 32:17)

It is Simon Nelson speaking from the cross. His voice is weak and the
intonation clearly reveals the effects of the painful situation he is in. Yet,
the congregation receives his familiar voice with a kind of relief. It is the
voice of a savior, a shepherd leading his flock to shelter. The initial panic
ebbs away...

– Go back, descend into the Deep! If her eye is evil, her whole body shall be
full of darkness (Mat 6:23). Don't worship the beast! It will be that the
terrible one is brought to nought, and the scorner is consumed, and all that
watch for iniquity are cut off (Isaiah 29:20)

Denise is surprised that his words still have an effect on the men in the
chapel. They seem to regain their calm and wits by hearing the sacred words...
The ultra-sexy sadist smiles in grim satisfaction when she notices that some
of the men are considering to obey her orders, while others seem to muster up
their courage to try to attack her. The anticipation of meeting some kind of
resistance – in fact any resistance – turns her on immensely.

– Silly fuck... Shut up or I'll rip off your fuckin' tongue! Those who obey
me, kneel against the east wall under that crucified bastard and behold the
spectacle!

About ten men of the congregation obey her order. They tremble in mortal
terror as the huge bodybuilder flexes her awesome muscular physique, veins
popping out of her perfectly tanned skin. The massive swelling of her ripped
muscles seems to lull the astounded spectators in a trance. Every inch of her
sexy female form breathes strength and power, absolute power! She savagely
rips the superfluous clothing from her lush curves and stands there in her
full muscular glory, high-heeled, only wearing a tiny little black thong. A
cute little smile crosses her full lips. Death has never been so sexy... With
Denise assassination always involves that kind of sexual, sadistic situation
in which a man is physically and mentally broken before he is finally
butchered. That is what you pay her for and she is good at it. Real good... A
man obediently kneeling against the wall wispers:

– Oh my dear God, she's huge!

And indeed, Denise is huge. Freakin' huge... Her magnificent, firm boobs – a
glorious d-cup – stand straight out, highlighting her self-confident sense of
absolute superiority. Her super-developed musculature ripples with power,
ready for action. She flexes her hard abs, the muscularity of her armor plated
stomach standing in shrill contrast to the tempting mounds of her ample
breasts.

– Anyone in for a spanking? I know some of you god-fearing type of guys love
to be spanked by a gorgeous woman like me... The only divine thing in this
place of worship is my body, my power! I decide over your puny lives...

– You demon from hell! I'll send you back!

A lone maverick jumps forward and tries to attack the gorgeous bodybuilder
before him. He knows she is strong, but he knows he was a skilled boxer
himself back in high school... So why not trying to catch her by surprise? But
when she's on the prowl, it is easier to catch a fly in midair than to catch
Denbise by surprise. The muscle babe blocks his fist with one hand and –
almost indifferently – brings him to his knees by increasing the pressure on
his clenched fist. The man's face distorts from the excruciating pain. Denise
savors his agony, it excites her, her nipples becoming hard as nails. Slowly,
the busty amazon increases the pressure some more and is rewarded with an
eerie, crunching sound, indicating the bones in his hand are crushed in her
grip... His initial fighting spirit makes way for a far more obedient and
submissive state of mind. Denise however, gracefully moves her awesome legs
over his head and pushes it between her thighs, her fabulous ass resting on
his shoulders. He screams his lungs out: he takes the bloody remains of his
mushed knuckles in his other hand, gently holding the bloody, oozing mass as
if he assumes the damage is still mendable. Huge quads envelop his head,
impossibly developed and vascular leg muscles trap his neck, dwarfing his
head.

– I admire your courage, fuck! But I think you should have been smarter. Do
you really think you can fight me? The few assholes that tried, did not even
make it to the cemetary. I made sure their bodies fit in a small plastic
bag... Yeah, and that was before they eventually died... Time to admire my
legs!

The trapped man feels her sleek legs, slippery from the oil which they have
been rubbed in with, cramming around his skull. The sultry goddess looks at
the top of his head. It is not a normal look. It is a determined look,
pleasure looming in her beautiful brown eyes, glee in the anticipation of a
brutal killing... His hands grab her amazing legs in an attempt to loosen or
overpower the scissors, but it is utterly fruitless. These pillars of
ballooning muscle have the power to crush steel, to pulverize metal, to simply
fuck up a man beyond recognition... Trying to resist her is useless. If she
wants it, she takes it.

– You like what you feel, baby? Didn't your mama tell you not to play with the
big girls? It's gonna be so nice: my engorged clit craves for carnage!

Denise slowly flexes her awesome quads, blood circulating through the thick
meandering veins, providing the necessary oxygyn for her lethal muscle mass to
carry out its horrific task. Completely uncaring, ignoring his pleas the
gorgeous musculatrix starts crushing his skull. Her fingers automatically roam
over her crotch, gently touching her swollen clit... And how he screams. A
shrill cry for help, an high-pitched death-scream, yelling his lungs out...

– Oh yeaaahhh. Scream, motherfucker! Oh yeaaahhh... I like that...

The man feels the blood surging and pumping through his head as the tremendous
pressure increases, as her big legs swell against his neck. Denise sexily
rolls back her broad shoulders and juts out her majestic chest, showing her
horrified audience the splendor of her ultra-feminine yet monstrously muscular
body. As she squeezes further, the man starts convulsing, purple bulges
appearing in his neck, his skull slightly transforming into a tight,
cylinder-like form. Everyone can hear Denise's narcissistic moans as her
arousal goes skyhigh. He is doomed. He fruitlessly attempts to overpower her
thighs, an utterly pathetic sight. Before the mighty amazon finally crushes
his head completely, she gets off him and loosens up her vascular thighs.
Bulging mass muscle springs to life. She shows off her sultry body before the
astounded eyes of her audience, her hands sensually moving over her tight,
well-rounded and curvacious ass.

– I like my men hard when I kill them...

The man is obviously completely disoriented, shuddering uncontrollably, the
pain excruciating but he is still able to register it... Suddenly he feels how
someone expertly massages his cock, gently sucking the head, using both hands,
one holding the base of the shaft, massaging his balls, the other moving up
and down slowly, making it erect within seconds... He swallows... She
disdainfully inspects his manhood, clearly not meeting her standards as to
size. Denise looks pissed and disrespectfully at the 6 inch pecker, standing
in its full glory for her...

– Built like a midget... Size matters, fuckhead! Nevermind, you won't live to
tell...

The gorgeous bodybuilder sensually sucks his raging hard-on. She expertly
increases his excitement to verge of orgasm. Nothing can save him now. Denise
is in complete control. Her thong is soaking wet with pussy juice. Her crotch
burns. His shiny cockhead is purple with excitement, ready to ejaculate.

– Yeah, I'm good at this, baby... Men tell me. But don't imagine for one
moment I'll grant you a last orgasm...

And then she suddenly bites off the glans and crushes the erect shaft, filled
with blood from his throbbing erection. His screams reach a new dimension.
Denise watches in delight as he starts his deathdance. Her fingers squash his
nuts and with a nasty jerk rips them off! His flattened head reaches
heavenwards yelling for a divine intervention. His crotch mutilated beyond any
medical assistance. Denise arrogantly smiles, rubbing her hands over her
glorious breasts, wetting them with the hot blood of her victim. Her appetite
for sex and violence increases – as it always does – after the first two or
three killings. This way murder always becomes mass murder, killing always
entails rape and sadistic torturing...

– I always give my men a good treat. Watch carefully, folks! I'm not your
average bodybuilding bimbo. I'm a mean muscle bitch! I wonder what your bible
says about this?

Her nine inch spiked heels finish him off, splintering his skull with one
well-aimed kick. Skull bones, brain and lots of blood splatter her writhing
calves and thigh muscles. The sexy assassin feels a powerful, pleasurable rush
throughout her perfectly shaped body. Dead silence in the chapel. Only the
sound of blood oozing from the open wounds in his head can be heard... She
registers the panicky faces of all those in the chapel.

– Nothing much apparantly... Hahaha!

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Then three more men standing too close face their fate. The gorgeous female
sadist approaches them with a dazzling smile – those kneeling against the wall
have the pleasure to enjoy the sight of her broad muscular back, her minute
waist and her sculpted glutes gracefully playing with the tiny black thong in
her asscrack, the three adversaries have the pleasure of facing her
intimidatingly huge pair of breasts surrounded by inch upon inch of
super-developed muscle. Denise's shoulders shine with oil and sweat, sinewy
knots of muscle crowning them, veins popping out, power writ large on her
amazonian physique. Effortlessly she lifts the first man from the ground with
one hand, her other hand savagely opening his trousers, rummaging out his
cock, his erection shooting forward.

– Please, don't kill me! Spare me! Pleeeeeaaase...

– Why should I, asshole? And ruin all my fun? I see your cock is happy to see
me... It's always funny to see how men's hormones react independently...

She smirks. He starts to wail and whine, losing control, his feet dangling
loosely under his flailing body, a couple of inches from the ground. Denise
proudly examines her striated traps and delts of the arm keeping the man in
the air. The man is mesmerized by the sight of her awesome bulk. Petrified.
Her hand moves from her broad shoulder back to his cock, stroking it, make it
hard on the verge of orgasm, teasing his engorged tip with her long nails.

– I'm going to turn you into a corpse, baby.

It does not take long before her skilled hands start their uncanny job: Denise
rips off his penis and crushes his balls. Her immense biceps peak like perfect
rounds of veiny muscle during the process. Within seconds he is reduced to a
screaming bulk of meat as Denise's hand rips open his abdomen, blood flowing
freely over her muscular forearm.

– See how easy?

The big-titted bodybuilder roars with laughter as his guts splash on the
ground and gutteral fluids ooze from the gaping wound in his mangled body. It
is amazing to see how efficiently and quickly her mighty muscle-packed
physique is able to break a man, to destroy or demolish him. Denise's massive
body is built and trained to excel in to uncanny art of ultra-sadistic
assassination. Moving as graciously as a ballerina on high heels, Denise
closes in on the other two men, like a predator ready to strike... Her
muscular bulk flexes and bulges as she savagely grabs them in their crotch,
her hands feel two throbbing hard-ons through their pants.

– We're excited, aren't we? Don't worry, boys. I'm used to taking on more than
one man at a time, especially when cocks are involved.

Despite the fear and horror, the two men are astonished by the physical
directness and intimidated by the erotic appeal of the gorgeous assassin. They
gasp in utter amazement... When she tightens the grip around their testicles,
clenching her fist, their balls feel ready to explode... They start screaming
frantically. Denise only smiles her predatory smile and is amused by the way
the men react to the immense pain she inflicts. Suddenly...

– Oh my God! Please, let them live... We'll worship you. We'll worship you
like a goddess...

Some guy from behind her drops to his knees in an attempt to save his
brethren. Denise smirks again, softening her grip around the men's genitalia.
The ultra-sexy muscle goddess looks down on the begging man, her alluring
d-cup protruding provocatively, her ravishing six pack suggesting hours of
heavy work-out in the gym...

– All men worship me like a goddess! If they don't, I fuckin' slaughter them!
Hahaha! You look like one of these suckers here. You're his father, aren't
you?

The man nods silently. The eyes of the dominant amazon gleam with an eerie
sadistic desire demanding instant satisfaction. This beautiful monster loves
her job...

– How pathetic... A father trying to save his son... I tell you: I'm trying to
earn my money to be able to back up my luxurious lifestyle. Petty concerns
like yours are irrelevant for my purpose, unless they increase the pleasure
and satisfaction in my job of course...

Denise's grip tightens and she agonizingly slowly clenches her fists. Their
cocks and balls are squashed in her ungodly grip. They squeal like pigs! She
embraces them taking them in her massive arms. Their distorted faces are
buried in her mountainous tits, normally the central object of all male
attention, now the instruments in a ghastly killing. The soft flesh envelopes
their heads, pushing them deeply into the firm flesh, muffling their screams.
Her nipples are hard as nails. The father watches dumbfoundedly as the
beautiful chick flexes her arm muscles and increases the pressure on their
heads. Denise looks back at the father...

– Now, daddy. I want you to masturbate. Perhaps when you cum when I tell you
to cum, I might let your son see the daylight again. Got that?

She approvingly watches as the terrified man tremblingly takes his cock in his
hand and frantically starts to jack off. The agony and atrocities he had to
bear witness prevent him from getting an erection. The gorgeous muscle bomb
knows he desparately tries to please her. How can he do otherwise? Her
superiority is so blatant, so obvious. A mischievous grin crosses her face as
she notices how he is struggling to get himself hard. Both men in her erotic
embrace ferociously struggle to get free, but it is no use: the hard balls of
her biceps push the two skulls hard against her perfect tits...

– What's the matter, asshole? Can't get it hard? You want me to help? This
could also happen to your son...

A movement in her left arm is quickly rewarded with a cracking noise of a
skull buckling inwards, imploding, followed by the squishy sound of brain
tissue and blood dripping from Denise's ample cleavage. You can see how the
man's eyes have been pushed out of their sockets, how his skin has been split,
how his jaws have been deformed and dislocated against her boobs, his head
hanging in an awkward angle on his neck, bruised, purple, red...

– You see, fucker? You don't want this to happen to your son, do you? Now
then, get your fuckin' white ass over here and put your cock on my thighs. You
like them, don't you?

She slowly moves the nail of her index finger along the thick vein running the
length of her massive quad muscle and then scratches the base of his erect
shaft. There is no way anyone can resist so much sex-appeal... He has an
instant hard-on. A throbbing cock ready to ejaculate...

– Yeah, that's better... Oh wait, don't cum yet, fuckhead! I wanna show you
something.

Denise smilingly spreads his son's arms and with a nasty jerk pulls his arms
outwards separating his arms from his shoulders. You can hear a moist cracking
sound of tendons snapping. She simply rips the ligaments, tearing them apart.
Denise looks straight into the son's face, still distorted with anguish and
overwhelmed with terror from the castration and now entering a whole new
dimension. His screams for rescue and mercy change into incoherent wailing. He
stares at her glorious upper body, her gigantic breasts, the epitome of
muscular beauty and sensuality. She contemptuously glances down his mangled
form, a devilish smile on her pouted lips.

– There, daddy. That's better. Your son's a good boy. A pity I'm such a
badass... Now cum on my thighs!

The look in her eyes changes. Playfulness resorts to sheer sadism, play has
become a brutal excercice in female superiority. The man ejaculates a huge
quantity of semen on her sleek thigh and pleadingly looks into the cold eyes
of the muscle goddess. His eyes almost admiringly watch the impressive
physique bulging with muscles... He starts sobbing, the beginning of his
collapse...

– Lick it up!

One hesitation from the father's part results into Denise shoving a couple of
fingers into his son's asshole, his face drawing in a mask of excruciating,
overwhelming pain as his anus is ripped open.

– Well, papa, the next thing I'll do is shoving my hand in. And if there is
only one more hesitation from your part, I'll open up my hand and I can assure
you that my nails are long and sharp! You don't want me to rip him open from
the inside, do you?

While he is licking like a maniac, worshipping the inside of her thighs,
gagging from the humiliation and the sour taste of his cum, Denise starts
kissing his son very aggressively, while she pushes her entire hand in his
ass. Completely muffling the impendent scream she opens up her fingers causing
irrevocable damage to his abdomen, ripping apart his intestines, perforating
his guts! He is gone into a world of his own now, into shock, as Denise
further rips open his stomach... He does not even struggle any more, giving in
to her brutal superiority. He feels her amazing biceps swell in his stomach,
boulders of granite, huge peaks of freakish muscle as they jam into his
ribcage from the inside! Before the father realizes what condition his son is
in, Denise savagely grabs the back of his head and pulls his neck to face her
own predatory look.

– I guess your son's beauty is on the inside. Don't you think so?

The father is in no way emotionally or mentally prepared to deal with Denise
pulling out his son's guts and shoving them into his father's mouth. Both men
are beyond themselves, the son making final spasmic movements indicating his
death is imminent, the father completely in shock. The gorgeous bodybuilder
pulls her arm out of the deformed and mutilated corpse, her awesome arm
muscles glistening with the blood of her victim. Her beautiful face is radiant
with sadistic pleasure as the father nearly chokes in his son's stinking guts.

– How does he taste, your fuckin' son?

The sensual brunette does not wait for an answer – does not even expect one –
and slams the father's head against her thigh. A pulpy splatter of blood,
saliva and teeth cover her leg muscles... She makes absolutely sure his skull
is not bashed in, so that his brains can still register the excruciating pain.
Denise is happy he does not turn into cataleptic shock either. The sexy sadist
is in absolute control, enjoying every moment of his agony.

– Oh yeah, that's fuckin' cool!

The rest of the congregation watches in horror as her fingers roam over his
shivering body, just to now and then digging her thumbs into his flesh,
ripping apart vital muscle tissue, crushing bone structure. The spots are not
chosen at random but very deliberately, to inflict maximum pain. Soon, the man
has passed the point of no return and Denise finishes him off by very slowly
mangling his entire torso in a crushing embrace. Splintered ribs and crushed
organs signal his final step towards eternity and conclude Denise's foreplay:
the psycho bitch shows off her impressive front, dripping with her victims'
blood and starts masturbating. Two fingers move quickly up and down her
soaking wet labia, her thumb gently touching her engorged clit. The sight is
utterly animalistic: the gorgeous female bodybuilder dominantly standing
before the rest of the congregation, making them look insignificant, only
interested in satisfying her own sexual appetite, like a predator playing with
her meal before devouring it. Denise is no ordinary woman, she is a Goddess!

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(to be continued...)