Denise, the assassin (final part) by hero hero141@hotmail.com A muscular assassin plays god. She throws the mutilated corpses in the direction of the terrified brethren. Panic strikes them. And this time the voice of Simon Nelson is not able to calm them down. He is suffering on the cross, preoccupied with his own agony, trying to keep his composure... Trying the impossible, very much to the satisfaction of the sexy amazon, who finally gives in to her base desires and starts masturbating like a freak. Her trained fingers simultaneously tickle her clit, rub her labia and penetrate her slit. It does not take long before surging waves of orgasmic pleasure vibrate through her alluring dreambody. The men stare dumbfoundedly at the gorgeous behemoth masturbating before them, just enjoying herself in front of the terrified audience, intimidating them some more... Denise just loves an audience, her exhibitionistic streak always wanting satisfaction. Not to mention her nympho urges... - Oh yeah, I'm a horny bitch! You there, come here and strip naked! Now! Make sure you're hard or I'll rip off your dick... A boy, probably around eightteen years young, is absolutely terrified and undresses as quickly as humanely possible... The wet spots on his robe are unmistakable signs of numerous orgasms, the semen still hot, dripping on the inside of the sacred garment. Still, his rod is standing rigid as a pole, ready to obey any order of the female bodybuilder towering over him. - Let me worship you, Goddess! You're the ultimate woman! The beauty of watching your trained body moving graciously as you kill and mutilate man after man man is pure poetry. It will be my pleasure to serve as the willing object of your dark musings, the victim of your tortures. Crush me, demolish me, let me be but a few seconds the focus of your divine attention. Let me be the object of your actions, however brutal they are... Sexy Denise grins, arrogantly looking down on the insignificant male, trembling in admiration for the huge muscle Goddess. She sensually moves her fingers through her long hair, the impressive arm muscles springing to life, veins popping out of the perfectly tanned skin. His cock throbs, precum dripping from his glans... The muscular seductress enjoys the way the boy reacts: it does not happen so often that she encounters a man politely asking to be fucked up. Normally they scream for mercy, plead and beg to spare their miserable lives, or worse: they pee or shit their pants... She could not care less about these suckers: when time is not too pressing, these are the guys that make up the portion of 'beyond identification'-cases in police files. When it comes to ripping apart a human body without killing the victim all too quickly, Denise plays first violin. Her impressive file at the assassination agency reads like a horror movie, only Denise's massacres are far from fiction... Clients often have to throw up after watching pics or movies of former 'targets'. Bad to the bone. Sadistic as hell. - All right, wise guy, one more orgasm and I'll rip you apart. Let's see if you can back up your flattery with some real hard core action. Ever heard of cunnilingus? I hope your are good at it. Denise has already decided to gruesomely torture this boy to a excruciatingly painful death. Still, she enjoys toying with his hopes to survive all this. - Start sucking my juicy pussy, boy. Then I'll suck your cock. Denise grabs his head and violently shoves it between her mammoth quads. The sheer size and definition of her ballooning leg muscles always triggers amazement, especially for those between them... His hands inadvertently glide over her striated hams and diamond-shaped calves in an attempt to get a grip... The incredibly thick and beefy quads envelope his head, his skull already experiencing tremendous pressure. He is anxious to please her, but this is the first time he is licking pussy. Members of the Christian Community for Total Abstinence are not supposed to be very experienced in matters of sexual pleasure... The muscle goddess smilingly releases the pressure on his skull, so that his tongue can start its demanding job. - Have you started yet, pussy boy? Denise immediately feels that this young, unexperienced virgin is unable to meet the ultra-high standards set by the young muscle studs crowding her pleasure-dome, forced to lick her pussy on a daily basis... Trained to obey, to submit, to fulfil any whim her nympho mind turns them to... It is the only way for them to survive... For a wile at least... The boy feels ecstatic, being allowed to lick the pussy of his wet dream, holding her glorious ass, touching her firm glutes. - Inferior fuck! Is that the best you can do? She pouts her full, sensual lips, grabs his hair and brutally pulls his head from between her legs so that his face levels hers. She aggressively moves her pierced tongue over his face, wetting him, toying with him... - Oh, Goddess! I'm sorry. Punish me, please! - Oh shut the fuck up, asshole! Without the slightest sign of remorse or compassion Denise pushes her fingers in his mouth and violently pulls his lower jaw, simply ripping it off. Otherworldly moans escape from the gaping hole in his mutilated face. His eyes look pleadingly into the iron gaze of his busty tormentor. Even the Devil himself would be horrified when he read the ultra-sadistic fantasies and psychotic whims crossing Denise's evil mind. She smiles. A mysterious grin. - I can do whatever I want, baby. Now, masturbate for me. Plug your freakin' prick! The boy's hands spastically try to cover up the space where once his mouth had been... Paradoxically he is not even able to facially express the terrific horror he experiences. The slight hesitation to obey her order is punished with a gruesome kick in his face, his feeble hands unable to protect his face from the powerful foot-attack backed-up by Denise's bulging leg muscles. The gorgeous assassin just made sure she did not hit any vital brain tissue, but otherwise the stilletto heel crushes everything that crosses its path... His remaining teeth, nose and upper jaw are destroyed, dangling in an awkward angle on his skull. Blood 'n' bones cover her sexy feet. The boy is lying on the ground, trying to get back to the world of the living... A second and third kick crush his kneecaps and immobilize him completely. He convulses and resorts to foetal position. Pain is excruciating... More screaming and wailing, but Denise is uncaring. She just towers above the frightened males, high-heeled, muscular and beautiful, in total control... Her exquisitely carved torso impersonates dominance... With Denise extremities have become a way of life - and death for those who fall prey to her talented hands... - Are you going to masturbate or what? If I have to touch your cock it's to rip it off and not to jack you off! She kicks him time and again, undoubtebly crushing ribs, mutilating and destroying his upper-body. Blood drips from her high-heels... He looks up, his eager gaze going over her mammoth quads, her slim waist, her proud bust, her smiling face... Denise grabs his head and pushes it between her legs. She feels how her inferior victim is struggling for air, struggling to get out of her steel grip, his hands only encountering rock-hard, vascular muscle. - You are absolutely useless when it comes to licking pussy, you know that? And I'm an absolute genius when it comes to slaughtering men! Denise watches the obedient men against the wall as she grabs his pelvis, keeping his head tightly secured between her thighs, paying no attention to her nails piercing deeply in his flesh - almost touching bone - as she lifts his legs in the air. His neck is folded backwards, the vertebrae strained to breaking-point... But it is not a broken neck the horny musculatrix is after. Not yet. She loosens up her grip and puts one arm around his waist supporting him. - You see, guys? I'm very creative when it comes to treating my men badly. Just imagine your head between my legs. Try to imagine what you'd feel if I did this... Denise puts her arm on the inside of one of his legs and pushes it downwards with incredible force. She immediately dislocates the joints and rips apart his tendons. The wet cracking noise, the uncanny sound of tendons snapping, of flesh and muscle being torn apart, being ripped to shreds, reverberate in the holy silence only disturbed by the wailing and whining of the poor soul between her thighs... The leg is hanging in an awkward angle from his body, almost completely ripped off... - Oh baby, your legs are weak as shit! I'm not even trying hard... Let's see... Is this your penis? You won't need it any more where you're going... Two terrific blows later his crotch area is transformed into a smashed, bloody pulp, anatomically unrecognizable - a blatant contrast to Denise's superbody straight from an anatomy textbook. It is amazing to witness how quickly and effeciently Denise butchers an ordinary guy into a heap of bleeding - and sometimes crying - misery. He is destined for eternity as she puts the other arm around his waist, pushes his ass against her firm breasts and starts pulling him upwards, keeping his head tight between the pillars of monumental leg muscles. A huge flex of her quads is accompanied by a nasty jerk: Denise simply squashes his skull while she pulls his head off his body. Blood simply oozes out of his decapitated torso freely flowing down Denise's majestic body... His head is terribly deformed, the bone structure crushed, the eyeballs in which the fear and extreme terror is engraved, are protruding from their sockets. - Any more volunteers? - - Her curvaceous dreambody is the cause of all terror. Her ultra-sexy pumped-up brawn is bathing in blood: she resembles some runaway red demon from hell! Some of the virgins appeal to her sense of humanity. They are the first to fall prey to her ultra-sadist whims. Again her legs – ultra-developed pillars of ballooning muscle – are the instruments causing death and destruction. Denise sways her meaty thighs back and forth and snap-flexes them into extreme hardness. - Start praying, assholes! She perfectly knows where to kick a man to immobilize him and to make him suffer excruciating pains so that death actually comes as a relief... Her well-aimed kicks all land with demolishing force in the crotch or stomach area. Their impact is devastating: the men simply collapse, the kicks doubling them up. They automatically resort to a foetal position crying and screaming frantically. Blood flows freely. The mighty female assassin rejoices in the horrific suffering, brutally ripping off the bruised or demolished genitalia and cramming them into their screaming mouths. Some guys get a really special treatment... The busty pin-up takes their castrated bodies in a gentle embrace and mockingly consoles them... – Hush, baby... Don't let my tits arouse you too much or you'll bleed to death quite quickly... The men feel the delicate softness of her glorious breasts pressing against their upper-bodies. What a contrast to the extreme hardness of her flexing arm muscles against their fragile backs. A little flex in her biceps simply causes their ribcages to implode. By continuously flexing and relaxing her huge sinewy arm muscles the musculatrix makes sure she breaks every single rib in their torso! Wet, cracking sounds accompany the haunting screams of the hapless virgins, suffocating in their own blood and bones, experiencing unimaginable pain. Denise roars with laughter as she demolishes man after man, utterly uncaring about their begging or praying... Her thong is soaking wet from sheer sexual arousal... Her pussy craves for cock. Pulling up the hipstrings of her thong with her thumbs is rewarded with waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure surging from her excited, swollen clit touching the tiny garment. – Oh yessss. Yeeeesssss. I need more corpses! More blood! And I need them fuckin' now! - - Unlucky are the men now awaiting their death: when sexually aroused, Denise's sadistic streaks become outright horrific. The muscle diva now faces the last three rebellious men... (the ten against the wall have resorted to frantic praying and have been in catatonic trance ever since Denise started her lethal work) The three are absolutely terrified, having faced the terrible atrocities the gorgeous assassin inflicted on their brethren. Their fighting spirit is broken. – Strip naked, guys! Yeah, show me your pathetic miserable bodies. Weak as shit. Now, masturbate before me. He that cums last, gets treated first. They take their cocks in their hands and start jacking off. Denise's superior body drives one of them immediately over the edge: the mere sight of her ultra-powerful curves makes him cum all over! His semen uncontrollably spurts in the direction of the huge female bodybuilder standing before him. - You horny son of a bitch! That's quick, baby... Looks like you craved for a little jack-off fun... Come on, guys. Shoot your fuckin' sperm! Remember: last gets treated first... Hahaha! Facing the other two brethren, she cups her fantastic breasts in both hands, her long and french-manicured nails shining in the flickering candle-lights. Super-sexy Denise obscenely carresses and massages the soft flesh of her protruding tits, smiling seductively. Her juicy pussy tingles in anticipation of what is to come... In the depth of her beautiful, brown eyes ultra-sadistic and extremely violent fantasies lie hidden, fantasies easily transformed into reality and backed up by her awesome physique. Denise's anatomy is the epitome of sexy brawn, the apex of sensual muscle. The mighty beauty admiringly watches the huge veins running across her muscular arms pop up as she flexes her shiny guns... Huge peaks of rock-hard, swollen muscle surge upwards. Incredibly defined. - You know what? When I fuck a man, I always jack him off a couple of times before mounting him. I need them to get me all the way... I'm addicted to raw sex! Look at my body. They do not dare to look up and face her mighty, trained torso... - Look at it, assholes! This is the most erotic and sensual body you'll ever see! It's built to trigger every fibre, every cell in a man's body to become aroused. Terribly aroused. To satisfy my needs, you have to be built like a stallion and have the stamina of a bull. I'm extremely demanding. Unfortunately for you guys, my body is also built to kill. To torture, to inflict pain... Now you've seen me at work, it's perhaps possible to imagine the damage these mighty muscles can cause. One of the two remaining jack-asses is overwhelmed by terror and the more frantic his attempts to get his cock erect, the more it remains a flaccid piece of flesh. Completely intimidated by Denise's intimidating presence he starts to cry like a weenie. - What's the matter, asshole? Afraid of the lady with the muscles? Jeeezzz, you're poorly endowed... I need a fuckin' microscope! She cups his tiny member in one hand and inspects it. - Ridiculous! I bet it isn't even over 4 inches when stiff. Anything below 8 inches is a turn-off, but this is unbelievable. My clit is larger! A law should be passed that any man with a boner smaller than 8 inches should be butchered to death. Don't you agree? He looks up and ironically faces the huge breasts of the broad-shouldered goddess. The sheer size of her huge assets utterly humiliates him, riducules him. His insignificance becomes obviously blatant when his tiny penis stiffens in her hand. He is absolutely horrified, silently begging the super-sexy assassin to spare him. She roars with laughter when she feels his tiny member growing in the palm of her hand. - Shut up, sucker! You should thank me for doing you quickly. I normally take my time for torturing midgets like you to death. It arouses me to the verge of orgasm to see inferior speci'men' like you suffer excruciating pain. Time for an intimate encounter with my thighs! I don't like hard-headed men... Seconds later he is brutally scissored to death. - - The other two are horrified, shaking in terror, awaiting their death... She grabs one of them. - I like to play games. Let's play a game. I'll bind you to a chair facing the wall so you can't see what happens to your brother-in-arms... Denise strips him naked and binds him to a chair. She amusedly inspects him, his body in no way fit for comparison with Denise's huge amazonian physique. His slabby white flesh contrasts with the majestic musculature and ripped splendor of her dreambody. The straps are unbelievably tight, no way of moving either legs or arms... She faces the other again. - What's your name? Rupert? OK, Rupert. I'm gonna play with you a little bit. Your friend in the chair is going to hear some noises and he has to guess what I'm doing. Got that? One correct answer frees him, a second correct answer frees you both. If you say one intelligible thing, Rupert, I'm gonna fuck you up so badly, you'll beg me to finish you off. Both men cannot quite grasp her intention, their minds overwhelmed by agony and terror... They sure know the ultra-sexy assassin is up to no good. The flexing of her impressive arm muscles causing veins to spring to life, every inch of her muscle-packed, goddess-like physique ready to strike, the gorgeous female grabs his cock and starts pumping it. Slowly and tenderly. Enjoying his helplessness - there is no way he can stop Denise from jacking him off - she thrusts her tongue into his open mouth and kisses him. Aggressively, totally in control. Her smooth skin, her glorious breasts touch his torso, a divine touch... There is nothing to compare her sensual, curvaceous, ultra fit body with... - Are you ready, guys? Are you reserved unto fire against the day of judgment? Suddenly she takes his arm and seemingly effortless rips it off in one smooth movement. Ligaments are torn loose, muscles and tendons ripped apart, blood soaking from his shoulder. His impendent scream is muffled against her huge bust, his face buried deep into the soft flesh of her magnificent boobs. - All right, what did you just hear? The man in the chair is horrified. His face is drawn, white as snow... His imagination is doing overtime, having heard the terrible crunchy, cracking sounds... He does not hesitate and answers: - Oh my God, you broke his arm... - Nice try. I could have done that, but I got carried away... Hahaha! Here, just to show I'm not lying. Denise roars with laughter as she throws the limb in the direction of the man in the chair. - You there, take that arm and start hitting Simon Nelson with it. And hit him hard. A slight hesitation from one of the ten obedient men causes Denise to let go off her victim - once freed from the divine tits his screams are heart-rending and fill the whole chapel with an eerie sound - and step towards the rascal who fails to obey her order. - - - When I speak, it's an order. You simply obey, OK? Perhaps I have to use more convincing arguments... He looks up into her gorgeous face... No sign of joking. Only the overpowering sight of perfect female anatomy stretched to its extreme: Denise's muscles bulge and flex as she forces her pumped-up brawn into a victorious double-biceps pose. The look on the terrified brother's face is one of disbelief, of not willing to acknowledge this absurd situation for real... Enjoying every second of his agony, Denise grabs his flaccid prick and starts rubbing it, slowly, tenderly. In no time his cock is rigid as a pole, ready to obey any command of the sultry beauty. He is about to cum any time... - When I say: don't cum, you simple don't ejaculate. It's as simple as that... Don't cum, asshole! She puts her index finger in his frail, virgin asshole and as soon as her long nail touches his prostate, his cock inadvertently shoots huge loads of semen. He has never experienced an orgasm like this. The bodybuilder milks every drop out of him. He beggingly looks into her deep, dark eyes. A look she knows so well. A look answered with sheer disdain. She playfully shakes her head, perfectly knowing he would not be able to contain himself. Who would? The broad-shouldered nymphomaniac is absolutely expert in 'manipulating' men. - I said 'Don't cum!', dickhead. Are you deaf or what? Has this abstinence mumbo jumbo gotten to your brains? A second time you are not able to live up to my expectations... Time to show you why my employer finds me a sick, freaky sociopath... The next thing he knows is that he is lying naked on the altar, head first bent over, feeling the damp cold of the old wooden tablet on his stomach. - ... while I'm only an extremely beautiful female bodybuilder, gifted with a insatiable urge to torture men to death. I wouldn't call that freaky or sick. I'd call that loving your job... And then the sexy goddess starts thrusting candles in his asshole. One, two, ... By the time she reaches twenty, blood is flowing from the man's asshole, his intestines being torn apart. Internal bleeding have destined this man for eternity. Denise smilingly turns to the rest and orders them to beat up Simon Nelson. They almost fight to be able to hit him... Denise grins in sadistic satisfaction. She leaves the suffering man on the altar, whose sure death turns her on immensely. Giddy with pre-orgasmic pleasure the muscular pin-up takes one one the thickest candles available and starts masturbating frantically, the huge stick disappearing almost entirely in her wet slit... - Oooh myyy Gaaawwd... Yeeeessssss... An uncaring blow of her left hand crushes the skull of the whimpering man on the altar, her massive arm bulging as if affirming its lethal reputation. - - A beep of a tiny electronic device attached to her left ear lifts her out of her petite reverie and reminds her of the scheduled appointment with her employer. Her gorgeous face turns white with rage like a child's having been ordered to quit play... - Sorry guys. Duty calls... I lied when I promised not to kill you all. The only promise I can keep is that I'll do you all quickly and in the same way. What do you say? Isn't that a bargain? Hahaha! - - Two days later the police find the dead bodies at the congregation. All heavily mutilated. Nine men against the eastern wall have been disembowled, as well as Simon Nelson who has been found on the cross, battered, bruised, dismembered and castrated... (The end.)