The meeting by hero141@hotmail.com Denise, the muscular goddess of pain... (I love to hear from you. All comments, suggestions, etc. are welcome !) A meeting room in the New York Executive Conference Center on Broadway at two p.m. David Mezelhoff, fifth in rank of the A.N.G.E.L. crime syndicate, is presiding a secret meeting of the world's crime lords specialized in drug traffic. All the top criminals from South America, Asia, Europe and the U.S. are present. The safety precautions are extreme. When so much criminal brains gather in one building, the chances of governmental or military interference increase. One leak in the crime syndicate is enough to bring the participants of this meeting in danger of being caught by the police and/or the FBI... Therefore every top criminal has mobilized his personal guards, all armed to the teeth. These rough men look dangerous and well-trained – they usually have been members of paramilitary organisations and are used to killing people. Some of them really like performing the dirty jobs for their bosses, enjoying the power of deciding over people's lives... Also David Mezelhoff's personal bodyguard and assistant is quite a sight ! It is a woman of incredible beauty and muscularity. It is a female bodybuilder with facial features that surpass top models in beauty and a body that easily exceeds pro male bodybuilders in size and vascularity ! She is very intimidating and arousing all at once ! It is Denise, the notorious muscle-bound goddess... She is dressed in a sexy black leather bodysuit with a zipper opened to the belly while her bulging arms and luscious legs are fully revealed. Her seemingly soft skin is beautifully suntanned and lavishly rubbed in with oil. Her huge bust stands straight out, stretching the overloaded leather suit to its full capacity. It clings tantalisingly to her her ample showgirl curves. Her cleavage is impressive and her nipples are fully erect, protruding through the black leather. Matching knee-high black boots and spike heels augment the allure of this sexy dark and dominant amazon... All the men are mesmerized by this pumped-up female animal. No one can keep his eyes off this paragon of female beauty, this goddess of brutal power... All men in the room drool over her perfect body... Some of the crime bosses and bodyguards know of her lethal reputation and try to avert their gaze from her awesome body. They certainly try to evade her beautiful brown eyes. Others blatantly stare at her exotic superanatomy. Denise of course enjoys every moment of this male attention and now and then – just to impress them even more – flexes her mighty arm muscles by gently massaging the neck and shoulders of her protιgι... Her long nails are brightly painted... David Mezelhoff continues his exposι... – ... As a consequence, A.N.G.E.L. has to increase its demand for overhead costs on global narcotics traffic. This is a statement that has the status of an axiom. It is therefore not negotiable... Is that clear ? The faces of the crime lords distort, showing their utter disapproval of David's words. They clearly denounce the idea of giving their hard-won money to the crime syndicate. Some excitedly start discussing this bad news so that an authoritarian intervention of David Mezelhoff is necessary not to let the meeting degenerate into a chaotic chitchat. Still the anger of some of the mobsters is not cooled down. Denise stretches her back jutting her huge bust, making her sharp little nipples almost pierce through the leather suit... An evil smirk appears on her exotic face as she directly gazes into the mad eyes of one of the instigators. – David, you must be joking ! We already give 60% to A.N.G.E.L.... We're not running a charitable institution, you know... We have to make a living and we like to be in the bucks... Big cash man ! I don't like to give away my hard-earned money... Most men in the meeting room nod in silent approval and smile in the direction of the Japanese troublemaker, Yao Takehitsu. Some murmur and mutter an affirmative 'yeah'... David Mezelhoff nods in the direction of Denise and she smilingly approaches the Asian man who had the courage to speak up. She feels the familiar tickling in her pussy as she notices that Yao Takehitsu's bodyguard is ready to attack her... The muscular predator shows off her spectacular legs, erotically enhanced by her high heels. She slowly and suggestively moves her hand up the length of one sleek, athletic thigh. The awesome muscles glisten with the oil they have been rubbed in with and emphasize her total dominance and sexual power. Denise sexily addresses the bodyguard: – You see these perfectly formed muscles, baby ? These have crushed men to a bloody pulp, squeezed the shit out of their puny bodies, snapped ribs like twigs... You don't want to stand in my way. I know this... You don't want to know this, I'm sure... – Call back this muscled-bound chick, David. Please... We all know of her notorious reputation and I don't want to be her next victim. My bodyguard doesn't stand a chance... Please, call her back, David... David Mezelhoff pretends not to hear the panicky pleas of his Asian colleague. Takehitsu also has a notorious reputation when it comes to settling debts and making deals. So, he knows what power and violence can inflict on people... David never liked him anyway and with a woman like Denise at your disposal, it is easy to settle and 'smooth out' old disputes... The whole room is deadly silent, all watching Denise as she closes in on the hapless bodyguard trying to stop her and save his boss... The awesome muscles of her glorious legs alternately recede and bulge as she slowly steps forward. Without giving him the time to react, she violently grabs him by the collar and lifts him in the air. Her biceps muscles explode, swelling at the motion. Veins pop out as they deliver blood to these flexed rippling muscles. Enjoying the agony in his slit-eyes, curvaceous Denise gently smiles at him. Dark fantasies flash through her psychotic brain, gruesome images of the most painful tortures and slaughters... She imagines crushing his head slowly between the palms of her hands, looking in the crying eyes of his deformed face, feeling the bones simply giving in as she smashes his head further, yielding to her superior force. She imagines the wet cracking and gurgling noises from his mouth driving her desirable body to a climax. Breaking his ribs, squishing his organs, transforming his cock and balls into a gory mess... Her musings are interrupted when the bodyguard kicks his boot in her chiseled and granite-hard abdomen, its trim dimensions contrasting sharply with the incredible breadth of her upper body. Denise is not at all impressed by the kick and grins devilishly. The muscle chick cups her fist and violently hits him on the chest. You can hear from the impact of the blow that the damage must be extraordinary. Several ribs must be splintered, his lungs must have taken in irrevocable damage. The man screams like a pig... Bubbles of blood splatter from his mouth. – ... Please... Don't kill me... Please... I beg you... – Sucker, don't bleed on my suit... I might get angry, hahaha ! More blood dribbles from his mouth. His breathing becomes heavier, as his ribs have perforated his lungs. A second devastating blow sends him through a world of pain he never deemed possible. Three ribs crunch... His face is drawn in a mask of pain. Denise drops her victim on the ground and he immediately retreats into a foetal position, jerking and spasming heavily. The muscle-bound bitch laughs victoriously. This display of female superiority reinforces the image of Denise as a sadistic killing machine you do not mess with. – Oops... I'm a very baaaad girl, you know. What a wimp. He'll probably die within a few hours... All right Takehitsu, now it's between us... Any last words ? Hahaha ! Takehitsu instinctively draws away from the muscular splendor approaching him. He is in agony and pees in his pants... The Japanese crime boss looks imploringly at his colleagues, who all sit silent and are too scared to do anything... He is on his own... You can see death is in his eyes. – Feel my biceps, Takehitsu ! Feel 'em ! Put your trembling hands on these mounds of hard female muscle. Who's going to stop me killing you ? He stretches his quaking hands over her massive upper arms, feeling the immense muscle mass under her soft skin. Denise smiles evilly at him and proudly regards her swollen mounds of muscular splendor... A combination of exceptional genetics and years of dedication in the gym... As a last resort Takehitsu tries David Mezelhoff. – Please, David. I agree with you. You'll get your percentage, but don't let this woman kill me ! Please... I beg you again... Mezelhoff turns his head and kindly addresses the members at the meeting again: – You see, gentemen. Don't try to fool A.N.G.E.L. or in no time you could be as dead as a dodo. It's OK this time, Denise... Back off... Let him go... The eyes of the Japanese mobster brighten as the exotic muscle babe backs off, her terrifying lubricated musculature glistening erotically. She angrily looks at her boss, but nevertheless obeys his command. To cool down her frustration, Denise returns to the helpless bodyguard still vainly struggling against a sure death. He forms an inviting target for a sadistic muscle bimbo like Denise: her luscious left leg blasts out with brutal results. Her kick hits him hard in his already splintered ribs, sending an explosive sensation of pain through his tortured body. His world becomes a blurry nightmare with Denise in the leading role as sexy executrix. He lets out an out-of-the-world squeal. The tears are running down his cheeks... The pointed toe of her long black boot simply crushed the left side of his ribcage ! Denise's pulse begins to beat faster in growing arousal... The muscle babe girlishly giggles with pleasure and quietly urges him to shut up... – You disturb the meeting with your crying, baby. Shut up ! She kneels next to him – her mighty leg muscles bulge with raw power – and runs her long nails over his drawn face. Then Denise sinks her fingers down in the open wound and scratches his ribs... He grits his teeth against the horrible pain, trying not to urge a sound... He notices her erect nipples through the sexy leather suit. What a woman ! – Good boy, keep quiet... Hush... You like this tickling ? You're fucked up, aren't you ? Pathetic wimp... You want me to jerk you off ? She knows she is in complete control and toys with him. The man is totally helpless. Her marvellous body screams physical power and sexy confidence. The bodyguard frantically tries to move away from the brutal muscle chick, but curvaceous Denise is not satisfied yet. – You want me to play with your cock ? To musclefuck you ? I know what you fetishists want... She titteringly yanks off a couple of bloody ribs and violently shoves them in his crotch ! His own ribs mercilessly pierce through his frail abdomen splintering and smashing everything in their way... The force with which she drives in the bones is so explosive, that his head is slammed backwards against the wall. He crumples... Denise smiles at the jerky spasms and with obvious pleasure the muscle bomb finishes him off by hitting her fist full in his face. The concentrated strike splinters his skull with a sickening crack, driving her vascular fist deep into his head, his skull simply giving in to the devastating blow... The back of the deformed skull squashes with a perversely wet sound against the wall behind him. Denise triumphantly looks down at her ruined ans still convulsing victim, flexing her mighty muscles, tingling from the 'workout'... – A pity they break that easily... Hahaha ! In the mean time, everyone is all ears and looks in awe at the broad-shouldered muscle chick. Takehitsu tries to regain his composure and he expectantly watches Mezelhoff. – I want to make one point very clear. If I say the deal is not negotiable, then I mean that you have to take it as I say it. All right ? Is that clear ? Takehitsu, I'll leave you to the excellent cares of Denise... Denise, explain to this Japanese bastard what I mean... (to be continued...)