The interrogation (third and final part) By hero141 hero141@hotmail.com How Bethany and Denise convince men to talk... Once the smoke has cleared away, you see the debris the explosion has caused. A great part of the villa is razed to the ground, pieces of expensive furniture are seriously damaged and the high-tech security system has been deactivated completely. Devon is furious ! Something like that has never happened before – and certainly not in her own villa. Immediately everyone is put to work to restore the magnificent premises in their original condition. In the mean time Bethany and Denise are busy training their bodies in the private gym as Devon presents them her ideas. The rubble and filth have been cleaned from their immensely muscular bodies. To cool down their anger because of O’Hara’s escape, they are engaged in some impressive weighttraining. The swimming suit with g-string tightly fits their powerful bodies and leaves nothing to the imagination: these muscular goddesses breathe sex ! Bethany stands headfirst with her hand resting on a bench doing some of the most impressive dumb-bell curls ever witnessed by mankind ! Her mighty biceps swell to immense proportions with the veins popping out of her well-developed muscle mass. Denise is training her calve muscles and lifts 400 pounds with her thighs ! The differentiated muscle mass nearly bursts out of the high leather kinky boots she is wearing. The curvacious females simply enjoy training their bodies like hell with an amazing – and for most men, lethal – result. Devon’s intentions are quite simple: diddle O’Hara his bank account numbers and brutally kill him – preferably by torturing and mutilating him barbarically. Orders after the heart of the two sadistic bodyguards who immediately order one of the servants to dry up the sweat from their heavenly bodies. The terrified man rubs the sweat from their perfectly shaped curves and muscles with a towel… – Hey baby, come a bit closer. For how long have you been working here now ? It is Bethany who sensually addresses the servant with the sexy and sweet voice of hers. The man looks suspiciously at the gorgeous face of the sexy brunette. Her full, red lips change into something that might resemble a smile and puts him in a more comfortable mood. He has been staring at them all the time while they were working out and has climaxed two times in his trousers… – Pull off your pants, boy. When I see you have a hard-on, I’ll kick your ass. When you climax because of me, I’ll kill you, understood ? Just try to control yourself, dickhead ! By the way, you would be the first to succeed, hahaha ! Oh, how I love playing this game… He pulls off his pants and tries to hide his spermstains as good as possible… Unfortunately, he feels an erection coming and he tries his best not to let it come out. The sight of the half-naked body of the sizzling bodybuildster however is far too suggestive. Bethany steadily flexes her pumped-up biceps and allows the servant to enjoy the breathtaking beauty of her fit body. He is totally off balance when he gazes at her muscular thighs and firm butt. When she strikes a dazzling double biceps pose, he becomes incredibly horny. Bethany’s body is irresistible… – A hard-on ! You know what that means, idiot ! Or do I have to get you going some more ? Bethany puts his dick between her colossal biceps and forearm and by alternatingly flexing and relaxing the muscles – and the oil with which they are rubbed – his erect shaft moves up and down. He can only keep up his semen for a few seconds and then he dedicatedly shoots his seed on the tiny swimming suit of the roaring bodybuildster. He knows she will show no mercy for him… – You come already ? I am irresistible, aren’t I. How many times have you been jerking yourself off while you lusted after my magical body ? Do you think I didn’t notice you, bastard ! I’ll show you why I really trained this body ! And while his fading erection is still throbbing with pleasure, the gorgeous sexbomb flexes her biceps again. She looks him straight in the eye – his begging gaze meets her beautiful satanic eyes – and by very slowly flexing her mighty vascular biceps, Bethany simply crushes his member ! It bursts apart like a overripe grape. Nothing is left of it: a bloody pulp mixed with semen en loose skin drips from between her arm muscles… Screaming with pain he tries to break free. – Your fucking balls have become superfluous, don’t you think ? In a split second you see how she crashes her high heels in his vulnerable scrotum. The 5-inch stilettos mercilessly pierce into his balls and pulverize parts of his exposed abdomen. – Ouch ! That must really hurt… Hahaha ! The weak male flesh is no match for the deadly precision with which the trained legs of this brunette strike. Her powerful thighs possess the power to break a lump of granite… Bethany restrains herself for a moment to let the overwhelming pain get through to her victim. He is lying on the ground in foetal position, completely in shock, gazing with open mouth without being able to utter a sound. Denise wants to interfere, but with a quick wave of the hand Bethany shows she claims him all to herself. – We are going to see how much pain your puny male body can absorb… Come on, fucker ! Get up and look at me ! The guy is in no way able to respond to her order: he can’t possibly get up. Bethany just loves torturing men, knowing that they will do anything she says and that she has complete power over their living or dying. But no man has ever survived an encounter with this muscular goddess. Only the clicking sound of her high heels as she walks around him is he able to register. His consciousness has narrowed to the experience of the immense pain he’s suffering… She grabs one of the steel bar-bells that are spread all over the ground of the gym, and puts it in a hole in the ground so that it stands vertically on the ground. Before her victim knows what’s happening, Bethany lifts him up and violently sticks the stake in his asshole. He remains upright – speared like a animal on a stick. His screams are heart-rending… The bloody ruin the kicks of her stiletto have caused, get an even more painly sequel. With her legs wide apart, the broad-shouldered brunette looks down on him with contempt – her smile changing in a sardonic grin. Her sexy dream body yearns for more male blood. A lot more male blood… She lifts him up by his hair and forces him to look at her swelling biceps: her muscles belong to the most impressive physiques in the world of bodybuilding. No male muscleman can claim being as vascular, massive and big as Bethany. Inches of pure and deadly female power ! – Look at these babies. These are the muscles with which I’ve ground your dick into a bloody pulp. These are beauties, aren’t they ? When most men see my muscular body they wet their pants. And they are right… Oh yeah, shitting in your pants isn’t possible any more… Something’s in the way… Hahaha ! With a smile she bares her fantastic breasts. With the tiny swimming suit she cleans the blood off her arms and chest, ready to strike again … He is shivering with mortal fear. You don’t need a lot of fantasy to see in this trained fighting machine the epitome of female dominance and sadism. Bethany, the sexy goddess of death… She now takes his trembling thigh between her lower and upper arm. Agonizingly slow she flexes her lethal arm muscles – like a living vise. It’s atrocious ! His thigh is being crushed completely under the enormous force: blood, veins, muscle tissue, bones, … everything is being crushed by the unbelievable force of the female biceps ! Yelling he lashes out. His leg is totally squeezed and drops on the ground in the fancy gym. Blood pours from the open wound in his leg. The half naked beauty takes a step back again to let the pain get though… As in a nightmare he looks at the long black leather boots of his tormentor, the shapely and heavily muscled legs, the wasp waist, the solid abs, the sensual breasts, the face of a model looking scornfully at him… And then he sees the pumped-up biceps that have crippled him. – I had warned you not to climax, but you must find my body very exciting. You won’t feel any more excitement now that I’m going to tear you to pieces… She clasps one of his gesticulating arms in both hands and twists his elbow ! The unreal sound of cracking bones and ripped tendons fills the room. Under the stake there is a pool of blood… He slowly loses consciousness weakened by the loss of blood, but a sharp slap in the face brings him round… – Hang on, baby ! I want you to feel a lot more pain before I’ll kill you ! Bethany kicks him several times hard in the stomach with the razor sharp heels of her boots. His guts and intestines dirty the shiny leather and gush to the ground ! Finally – as in a climax – she takes his head and pushes it against her mighty breasts. Her pierced nipples are hard as rock… In an explosion of power the sadistic sex bomb crushes his drawn face against her pumped-up breasts. He’s gone… She calls another servant to clean off the bloody, oozy gunk from her amazing body and to clean up the floor. A quarter of an hour later he has cleaned up the stinking stuff. – Get my long leather gloves ! And quick ! Pull them over my arms. And he pulls the long black leather gloves over her superhumanly developed forearms. The leather smoothly glides over the oil with which her superb body is lavishly covered. Bethany immediately pours some more of this oil over her bosom and orders the man to massage the two perfect mounds of female beauty… He isn’t able to stop his throbbing member from rising to an impressive erection ! Although the terrified servant knows what’s happened just a moment ago he cannot contain himself. This woman is just too sexy and voluptuous to resist an erection… When she only touches his penis, he comes like he has never come before… – Yet another one who isn’t able to hold himself in, hahaha ! Frenetically Bethany starts to bash in his brains. In a few seconds his skull is crushed and smashed. Blood clots drip from her leather gloves… With a amused smile on her face she pulls off his trousers, rips off his dick and pulverizes it in her hand ! – I’m starting to get into shape, Denise. Let’s go to O’Hara and teach him a lesson he won’t forget. Denise nods in approval and spits on the corpse of the twerp who was allowed to put oil on her shiny breasts and who has paid the price for it… If it was for her – and she certainly wanted a hand in this – then O’Hara would be tortured for weeks, account numbers or not… After this insignificant intermezzo both ladies continue their heavy weight training, like nothing happened. Their muscular and half naked physiques reflect in the mirrors around the fitness equipment – mirrors registering every movement of the sexy curves… The business empire of Ronald O’Hara, the giant American Networks, is situated in the heart of Los Angeles in one of the impressive buildings that make up the skyline of the city of angels. O’Hara’s office is in the penthouse from where you have a magnificent view over the bay. The room is nicely decorated. He has just finished a meeting with his team regarding the business planning for the coming year. Business is flourishing and money keeps flooding in. His only worry is the video that has been delivered a couple of days ago in which the murder on his bodyguard-driver is being filmed. You can see how Devon’s two bodyguards brutally slaughter his employee. He hadn’t even noticed it then, while he was in the car… And his first meeting with the muscled beauties didn’t pass off quietly either. Fortunately, he could send a distress signal with his mobile phone and two commandos from his private militia were able to save him with the help of some twenty well-trained soldiers and a helicopter. The federal police was informed, but couldn’t – or was afraid – to interfere… Suddenly everyone is startled by the noise of the fire alarm. O’Hara who is prepared for the worst, gives everyone permission to leave the premises, except for his two bodyguards. They have to escort him outdoors. In the panic and fuss the wealthy president is left alone in his office for a while. Unexpectedly he is clasped from behind and he feels how an amazingly flexed bicep cuts off his breath. – And now between us, O’Hara… It’s Denise who’s dressed in a leopard skin outfit revealing everything of her muscular physique. The spike heels of her high leather black boots are encrusted with blood. – Oh yeah, your commando team has met Bethany and myself: they have been introduced to our stilettos. We have played with their tiny little bodies for about an hour and have perforated every non-vital part with our 5-inch heels. They must have suffered like hell. Bethany is now doing their dicks: she’s skinning them all and then she’ll let them free, hahaha ! So, we’re alone now for a while… – Are you going to let me live if I give you the numbers ? I have changed my mind: I’d love to join forces with Devon. I have reconsidered her proposal and it suits me fine. A sneer appears on Denise’s face. The grip of her arm becomes less tight and O’Hara is able to free himself. – Good. I have a contract here that has been prepared in advance by Devon’s financial and legal advisors. You only have to sign these papers, give your bank account numbers and you’ll be her business partner. It’s as simple as that and then we’ll let you go – alive… He quickly reads through the contracts… And to his own dismay: – But that means that I leave all my companies including American Networks to her without having any property rights or claims on them any more ! And it’s my own company ! This is outrageous ! Is that the way Devon treats her business partners ? – You don’t want to know how Devon sees things, O’Hara… If it is thus written, then you can be sure that she means it ! O’Hara looks at the lethal body of the woman who stands in front of him. He doesn’t stand a chance against her well-trained muscles. And if he considers what he has seen on that video tape, he feels shivers running down his spine. Moreover, both killing machine took pleasure in slaughterng the innocent man. His only chance is to sign the contract, thereby chucking up everything he has: his industrial empire, his money, his life of luxury… Lost everything… Hesitatingly but then faster he starts writing down his account numbers on the contract and signing the conveyance. He makes a wise decision: it’s better to keep these ladies as a friend … Maybe it isn’t all that bad after all: Devon is quite a chick and it seemed as if she was going to indulge him in the sack. One wild night with a curvacious fitnessbabe, who wouldn’t want that ? … When every important document has been signed, O’Hara hands over the sheaf of papers. Denise immediately tucks them away in a secured briefcase. There is a knock on the door: it’s Bethany. Her whole body is covered with splashes of blood coming from her victims who of course didn’t stand a chance ! – I killed your entire security forces. About 30 men, I think. Butchered… I have skinned the commandos with my nails, including their penises. Real pussies ! Whining about nothing really after our stiletto-perforation. Hahaha ! Has he signed ? A short nod from Denise indicates that he has signed indeed. On Bethany’s beautiful face a demonic grin appears, as she settles down in the armchair as if she’s ready to watch a spectacle. O’Hara’s gaze crosses hers and then he looks again intently at Denise, who seats herself on the desk next to him. – O’Hara, if you do what I order you to do, you’ll get away alive. In the other case, I’ll be glad to torture you to death very professionally. Do you understand ? O’Hara is shocked, but nonetheless he had expected something like that: provoke him a little, intimidate him and then off with the loot. He nods softly. – Lick the blood from my stilettos. Clean them, now ! He starts to move his tongue carefully over the razorsharp spike heels and licks off the crusted blood. The smell of the shiny leather mixed with the taste of human blood makes him want to puke. These guys must have suffered like swine every time the high heels pierced into their weak flesh and pulverized everything in their way ! His tongue already hurts from the licking. Denise grabs him by the collar. Her biceps swell to mighty proportions. – You want to fuck me ? She violently throws him onto the ground, undresses him and pushes his stiff dick into her willing pussy. And then she initiates the love-play with her hips. She forces him to massage her massive breasts and increases the tempo of the hip movements. As Denise feels he is reaching an orgasm, she grabs his stiff member and crushes his red bulging glans between her thumb and index finger. The glans bursts apart bleeding like shit: sperm, slime, ooze and blood mix in her palm and become a filthy gunk. O’Hara has to lie down helplessly when she spreads his legs and lets her heels disappear several times in his exposed crotch ! His mouth is wide open, but he’s not able to utter a sound. The damage the beautiful bodybuildster inflicts is terrible ! When she spreads his legs a little more, you can hear how the ligaments, tendons and muscles are stretched to the maximum and finally break with a horrifying noice ! – How are you feeling now, baby ? Time to teach you a real lesson… She takes his tormented head between her arm and breasts and slowly flexes her biceps: his skull cracks and starts to become cylinder-shaped. His eyes bulge out of their sockets. When she increases the pressure, blood trickles from his nose and mouth. His hands try to stop the broad-shouldered woman and vainly beat her beautiful and fantastically muscled back. It’s too late: O’Hara’s head is transformed into a cone-shaped bloody mass, crushed between the pumped arm muscles of an unchained Denise. Bethany has enjoyed every second of the brutal slaughter by her bosom friend watching from the leather fauteuil. The contracts are signed and that was of capital importance… The rest was pure fun…