Denise, the demonic assassin. by hero, hero141@hotmail.com How a pious group of christians is visited by a horny muscle bitch. – May I ask you and your group to leave the premises, sir? You're harassing my costumers. You've been troubling me for weeks now. Do you want me to call the cops again? Or is it that christian shit again? About abstinence etc.? The beautiful female owner of the strip club, undoubtebly a former stripper herself, faces the leader of a group of some twenty protestors, convincingly blocking the entrance of the club. The man, a well-groomed African-American, looks her straight in the eye. – Well then, go ahead, bimbo. Call the cops! You know I have connections at a higher level. Moreover, I'm famous. My face is known all over the country, I've been on national television several times, preaching the Lord's message. Cops are godfearing creatures too, ya know... And then he turns around and faces his crowd of followers and a number of passers-by wondering what's happening... – Don't you know you'll end up in Hell, madam? Damned be those who fuck around and enjoy the earthly sexual pleasures. It is good for a man not to touch a woman (Cor. 7:1). Woe unto those who make a life out of sin! Honor God's Word, obey God's principles and you'll be redeemed. Abstain from all sexual acts and you'll reach the Kingdom of Heaven! His strong voice easily reaches the growing audience in the streets, his furious eyes reflect the christian fire burning in his pure heart. He reaches out his arms as he speaks out His sacred Word. – Do not abandon God's plan. But fornication and all uncleanness or covetousness, let it not even be named among you, as is fitting for saints (Eph. 5:3). Flee also youthful lusts (Tim. 2:22). Abstinence is a choice for our Savior! Do not be unclean and follow me! His extraordinary charisma is obvious: large parts of the audience are enthralled, captivated by his ongoing speech. They are under his spell... The female owner of the club slinks off, angry, furious. She has already lost some of her most valuable girls and numerous customers through the public actions of this black preacher. He has been costing her money. A lot of money... Time to take some action. Definite action... – – – Shut the fuck up, bastard! Don't you hear that someone is calling... A man is chained to the wheel. He is pleadingly yelling for help, begging for a devine intervention, like all men who are slowly and brutally tortured to death. He now faces the majestic back of his tormentor – a perfect 'v' curving into a thin wasp waist. Solid traps and lats flare out, layers of thick stone-hard muscles sensually wiggling as her hand picks up the phone.The huge veins covering her brawny arms spring into action, her ultra-developed biceps swell to humongous proportions. She grins. Her tongue licks her sensual red lips. The man hanging on the wheel now pleeds silently, begging the muscular beauty for mercy. Within her sleek, black bodysuit, her curvaceously endowed body flexes and relaxes, her ample breasts throb slightly as she answers the phone... – Yeah certainly, no problem. Consider him dead. What? What that background noise is? Oh, just another job: a man featuring in his own snuff movie ordered by his rich, arrogant wife. She ordered quite something! Hahaha! No, he's still struggling. It's gonna be so much fun fucking and brutally breaking him. Bye. The gorgeous female bodybuilder disdainfully flexes her massive arms, two pillars of muscular destruction, ready to seal the fate of her pleading victim... – Smile, baby. You're on camera... You know what? I'll show my next victim the way I reduced and degraded you to a prickless lump of bleeding shit! You'd like that, wouldn't you? Time to play, baby! Let Denise do the work now... I would start screaming if I were you... Hahaha! – – An evening prayer at the Christian Community for Total Abstinence. All is peaceful and quiet in the darkened chapel. The congregation kneels before the altar, while the minister monotonously hums the sacred lithurgical Words. In the front row the beautiful black man, the leader of the Abstinence Activists, is praying in spiritual profusion, his sensual lips moving almost inperceptively, his eyes closed and, when opened, radiant with joy. All the men in the room – for the congregation strictly follows the adagium of male and female segregation during services – devotedly chant the ancient psalms with pious zeal and utter dedication. Suddenly the huge doors of the darkened place of devotion open and a shadow discreetly locks the gates with a sophisticated electronic device. Quick as lightning the shadow steals through the aisle, like a black panther. Nobody has noticed the entrance of the guest wrapped up in a hooded cloak. The humming continues, giving the notable guest ample time to prepare and take off the superfluous cloak. What an apparition! Huge, pulsating muscles burst from an ultra-sexy feminine frame of voluptuous sensuality. Her gloriously muscled body sparkles in the candlelight, candles throwing eerie twinkling on her awesome cleavage. Her incredibly firm breasts can hardly be contained within her black latex bodysuit, absurdly fitting her goddess-like curves like a second skin. Her super-muscular legs are bare, showing off inches of sleek flesh, muscular as never seen on any human, let alone on a female beauty like this! Nine inch spiked stiletto pumps adorn her delicate feet, pumping her calves, giving them that extra, diamondshaped curve. – I'll show them that the Devil is a woman. A fuckin' bodybuilding babe! And indeed: each subtle movement of her ultra-developed body is answered by an impressive swelling and flexing of powerful muscles laced with myriads of veins. The gorgeous όberbabe squares her broad shoulders, the bloodlust looming in her gaze, and screens the chapel for her target. She disdainfully watches the minister and the rest of the congregation, obviously finding the situation utterly pathetic. Fiftysome virgins, praising the Lord's Creation, abstaining from sex in the light of kingdom come, while here she is: Denise, the most sadistic assassin on earth, on the verge of sending them all through the gates of eternity, but not without passing through her deadly hands, proving that hell is only a faint reflection of what she routinely inflicts on her hapless victims... Suddenly one of the members of the congregation, sitting secluded on one of the last rows, looks behind him and notices the ultra-sexy female creature staring at him from a distance. Denise sensually urges him to hush, putting her index finger on her sensually pouted lips. The man is enthralled, cannot make out if she is an apparition from the Apocalypse or a real appearance. Only a twinkle of a candle later, a flutter of the eyes, and she is sitting right behind him, like a hungry predator, a muscular killing machine ready to strike. She wispers: – One sound and you're dead. And then in a hiss, her hot lips close to his ear, almost licking his lobe: – Any last words? Time to meet your Creator... Denise grabs him from behind, easily grabbing his neck in the crook of one gargantuan arm, pressing her huge jutting breasts against his back. With her other hand she muffles the impendent scream. A mighty flex of her body is rewarded by the ghastly sound of ribs cracking and snapping, bones softly imploding in his own frame, piercing his lungs, perforating his heart. Denise smiles triumphantly as she s-l-o-w-l-y crushes the young man in her muscular embrace, as she feels how his soft weak flesh gives in to her superior squeeze. The sound of rupture, of carnage turns her on. She closes her eyes, her upper lip curled into a sneer. She knows that it will only be seconds now before he collapses. He fruitlessly attempts to overpower her steel grip, but she easily outmuscles him, lifting him a couple of inches from the ground. The gorgeous brunette is simply demolishing his ribs, bones and vertebrae, like a python, against her very ample and incredibly firm breasts, normally the object of male attention and admiration. Denise feels the familiar tingling in her crotch as she crushes the life out of her first victim. The sheer power, the unmerciful cruelty, the useless suffering, drives her mad with lust... She licks his ear: – This is the moment when men usually wet their pants... Denise smiles, enjoying every second of the man's pain, admiring every inch of her thick, deadly brawn. She loosens up a bit, the man's body convulsing and spasming in her strong grip. He indeed pees in his pants. His body autonomously struggles to stay alive, merely reacting to the agony, to the traumatic shock. It is futile. Sexy Denise is unleashed. – I'm not used to treating my men kindly. Her strong fingers roam about the contours of his skull. With one hand she covers his mouth, muffling the inescapable screams, while the other explores the features of his mortally drawn face. Totally in control she fiercely drives her long nails into his eyes, demolishing them, piercing them. Her fingers dig mercilessly hard into his eyesockets, until her fingertips reach his brain. The busty beauty admiringly watches her muscular forearms and biceps expand as she applies some kind of bowlingball grip on his head. It roughens her perfectly tanned skin with meandering rivers of vascularity streaming all about. Waves of pre-orgasmic satisfaction surge through her amazonian physique, as she feels how his mouth is struggling for air, as his lungs are on the verge of an otherworldy scream... The sloshy sounds inside his head make her smile. One more flex of her intimidating physique and the man's skull is reduced to a messy, bloody pulp, the wet cracking sound alarming those who are closest to the back bench. Still smiling, Denise throws the bleeding, heavily deformed corpse in the direction of the altar, where the minister is still humming his prayers. When you are on the verge of slaughtering a whole community, it is no use staying hidden. An ominous, husky laugh fills the chapel as the ultra-sexy muscle babe bares her ample boobs and strikes an impressive double-biceps pose. Huge peaks push upwards... The men in the chapel are nailed to the ground: they have never seen such an animalistic, erotic creature like Denise! And then the atrocity, the sheer bestiality of the murder! Most of these young men cannot resist the sight of the muscular beauty in her full glory intimidatingly standing in front of them and immediately react with a huge hard-on... – I only need Simon Nelson. Inadvertently the men turn their panicky eyes to the black man sitting in front, hereby giving him away to Denise. She grins in sadistic satisfaction. – All right. I'll make it clear. I was hired by Melissa Shane, owner of a number of nightclubs where you guys troubled her, her girls and her customers. Let's face it: that's not a nice thing to do. Very unchristian of you... That's when I come in. I'm a professional killing machine, a trained assassin. Gracefully stepping forward in the chapel, standing next to the minister and the altar, Denise bends over to the minister, her very ample and incredibly firm breasts just inches from his face, and hisses, addressing the terrified community: – Oh... One more thing, I want it to be totally clear that I'm the one in charge here. Some men in this room think they won't do what I tell them to. Some think they'll be able to ignore my orders, however terrible or horrific these orders are. Well, I can tell you, you'll stand in line just to obey me. Believe me... Her voice is heavy and husky. The minister smells the delicate perfume, the seductive smell of female sensuality. The mere physical presence of this intimidating muscle goddess, the hardest, pumped-up brawn perfectly blended with the softest curves, makes him terribly aroused. Hot blood engorges his cock. Denise has spotted the prominent hard-on under the minister's garment and gives the guy a meaning look. The audience of pious virgins tares dumbfoundedly at the gloriously muscled pin-up in front of them. – You see, I've built these muscles to dominate. To dominate and to kill. And to fuck of course. Let me show you something... She brutally throws the minister on the altar and rips off his garments. His cock stands erect in its glory. Everybody in the chapel is nailed to their chairs... Deep silence... The minister gasps, turning his eyes to the audience, away from the utterly erotic creature towering over him. Denise jumps swiftly on the altar, her high heels clicking on the worn wood of the altar. Her muscle-swollen legs bulge ominously. Her calves, quads and glutes developed to massive perfection, are vascular beyond telling, veins popping freely out of her tanned skin, gorgeously muscled, freakishly trained. The man on the altar stares at these massive pillars of muscular beauty, his stiff member uncontrollably throbbing in his exposed crotch. Denise smirks. – Your little guy is happy to see me... I guess he likes my muscles... Or do my tits excite you? Her amazing body indeed drove the minister – and a large part of the audience – mad with lust. Denise bends over her body towards the astonished audience moving her hands slowly over her huge boobs, evidently showing them off. The minister's heart beats like mad, his throbbing member aching for relief... He noticed the diamond piercings through her hardened nipples. He always remembered insignificant details in moments of highest excitement... One touch of her dangerously shiny, spiked stiletto heel against his shaft and he uncontrollably releases a huge load of hot semen over her diamondshaped calves. – Touchι! Denise only waited for this to happen. The muscle goddess pushes her shapely leg close to his mouth and orders him to lick his cum... – Make sure you don't miss a drip... I want everybody to watch this... Totally embarrassed and profoundly humiliated the minister devotedly cleans his cum off her ultra-muscular calf. Slurping and licking noises echo in the chapel... How he would love to be somewhere else, somewhere quiet, secluded from this utterly degrading public humiliation. – Tell me, Minister: Who shall suffer eternal punishment in destruction, from the face of the Goddess and from the glory of Her power? (Thess. 1:9) The man looks astonished in the smiling face of the ultra-hot muscle chick. Denise's devine eyes sparkle with a horny killing lust as she suddenly drives her spiked stiletto heel into his belly with tremendous force. It mercilessly rips open his skin, crushing his intestines, demolishing anything in its way... Blood gushes out of the open wound, guts bulge out of the gaping hole, squishing noises accompany her foot as she lifts it up preparing for a second attack. Her fabulous leg muscles bristle with power, rippling with every movement, veins webbing her sleek skin. A terrible stench reaches the first rows of the audience... – Oh baby, hush... Let Denise take care of you... Take a last good look at my superior body and say goodbye! This time Denise is up for the kill, slamming her foot with devastating effects in her victim's exposed crotch! He shrieks, waving his hands as if trying to ward her off. The man on the sacred altar resorts to shock, his horrendous cries slowly change into high-pitched screaming from beyond this world... – Oh yesss! Fuckin' sissy! Her kick instantly shatters his pubis, crushes his ramus and all ligaments and lateral bone structures in his pelvis! The brawny pin-up watches in glee as bloody evidence of the destructive force fills his abdomen: a huge hemorrhage becomes visible to everyone in the chapel. His hands reach out to her, as if begging her to stop the atrocity. His eyes are full with tears, his face drawn in a mask of pain. His fingers stretch out in total submission, in a last pleading for mercy... Denise faces her audience again, hands on hips, giggling with sadistic pleasure, her proud breasts jiggling sexily. – Don't worry. He's actually coming off lightly. Fully aware of the theatrical effect, Denise sensually lifts one of her massively bulging legs and drives her stiletto heel into his chest. Her shiny, sleek muscular leg drives in the iron spiked heel very slowly, but with awesome force, crushing his ribs and sternum, simply demolishing his upper torso. The size and width of her massive thighs increases, tremendously thick bulges of muscle spring to life, as she kneads the heel further and wiggles her foot around. Terrible crunching noises issue from the crushed and heavily bleeding chest... Now the minister totally collapses, his face covered in the blood gurgling and bubbling from his mouth. Her hourglass figure towers over her sorry victim, her gravity defying tits the center of male attention. – Who wants some? Then panic breaks out. The fiftysome virgins storm away from their benches en try to reach the huge doors of the darkened chapel. Denise roars with laughter. The frenzy is complete. Everybody runs for his life. She quickly jumps off the altar of death and grabs Simon Nelson. Without uttering a word, she strips him of his clothes and binds him to the large cross on the east wall behind the altar – in good view for all who are still in the chapel. – It's no use trying to run: the doors are closed... The men scream and squeal like pigs. Some start crying and praying to God. – Pretty impressive, isn't it? I'll give you an option: if you kill Simon, I'll let all you guys live. If you do not, I'll slaughter you all. (to be continued...)