The trans-Mongolian Express part 3 last part by hero hero141@hotmail.com Denise in the police station... Jerry speeded into a new uniform and left the detainment quarters. Five minutes later Denise entered the conference room and 19 police officers were sitting around a large mahoney table. The busty bodybuilder smirked as she saw Jerry's face, drawn in agony, his eyes empty, glazed, his gaze showing dread and terror for the gorgeous predator who had just crushed his balls. She closed the door behind her, a contemptuous twist to her sensual mouth revealed just for a second the utter disdain, the sheer contempt for the man who had so scrupulously obeyed her order. She felt the familiar tickling in her pussy as she rejoiced in the prospect of slaughtering this obedient asshole in the most horrific of ways. Sultry Denise felt the eyes of the men fixed upon her outrageously muscular body. Her schoolgirl innocence immediately changed into that blatant self-confidence, that utter arrogance and self-indulgance of someone in charge. They were simply astounded, enthralled by the combination of her busty beauty and freakish muscularity. Never had they seen a person - let alone a woman - with a physique that made pro male bodybuilders look like a prickly schoolboy. She was truly a muscle freak! Every muscle on her impressive physique was defined, striated and pumped-up to the max. Every cop in the room could see the multitude of hose-like veins running up her perfectly tanned skin. They could even notice the extreme definition and striations of her muscles through the tight-fitting latex! And above all she was big. Huge. Humongous. Yet, and that was what made Denise a walking wet dream, despite her monstrous muscularity she retained her feminine features. Her magnificent breasts, an impressive double-D, attracted all male gazes. Her golden globes stretched the latex almost to shreds. The pvc had the hardest time to contain Denise's glorious assets and you got the impression that the latex could give in any time... Needless to say that each and every police officer had a hard time trying to hide his straining erection as Denise graciously moved around in her ultra-sexy, shiny latex suit. Moving her hands over her voluptuous breasts showed off the massive muscular potential of her peaking arm muscles, teasing and intimidating her audience at the same time. - Let me introduce myself. I'm Denise, special agent of the National Secret Service. As your captain knows, I was ordered to investigate a case of treason in this police department. One or more of you guys had the guts to challenge the authorities by selling sensitive information to a criminal organization. The fact they put me on the case means that some of the big shots in administration are seriously pissed off - and even that's an understatement. I'll have to ask you to hand over your guns for your own safety. Put them on the table next to the door. Something in the tone of her voice made them comply immediately. Her total physical superiority, her utter female muscualr dominance gave her the charismatic authority of a leader, someone in charge, a goddess to be followed and worshipped... - Good. I'll be straight with you. No one leaves this room before I know who's the bug. Understood? I would advise everyone to be cooperative and not to play the hero or anything. If you suspect anyone just tell me now. I'm all ears. Dead silence. Awkward looks. A certain disbelief. With a lecherous grin the gorgeous muscle babe walked over to one of the officers and pushed her huge breasts against the back of his head. He looked in utter amazement at his colleagues as he felt Denise lick into his ear. His mouth fell open in a combination of excitement and astonishment. The gorgeous muscle babe put one of her monstrously muscular arm under his chin and pushed her freakishly pumped-up bicep against it. She flexed the hard humongous mass, showing off her ripped soft-ball size guns, myriads of veins popping into visibility. Denise visibly enjoyed the devastating effect it had on the men around the table: they were enthralled by her curvy beauty, horrified by her obscene, ultra-muscular physique. Denise hissed in his ear, but made sure everyone could hear... - ... Scared by these babies? You'd better be. My official record reads like a horror movie. I have killed men in the most horrific ways, always getting the information I wanted. Always. Needless to say that the combination of my beauty and muscles provides an infinite number of possibilities to make men cooperative... Hehe... It was not uncommon that men at this point began wetting their pants and tell her anything she wanted to hear. She had seen and heard it all before anyway. The muscular psychopath could not care less about the people she was dealing with. And with a mind-blowingly muscular body like Denise's it was very easy to back up her addiction to sex and violence: every muscle had been built to such beastly proportions that she possessed an unsurpassable strength. If she wanted something, she took it. As simple as that. The psychologist at the Secret Service who had declared and reported that she was totally psychotic, ultra-sadistic and hence unfit for service, served as an example. His analysis caused her trouble and so she dealt with it: a videotape appeared on the internet in which a masked hyper-muscular female beauty could be seen torturing the hapless man to death. The tape goes on for a horrific twenty hours! Can you imagine: twenty hours in Denise's lethal and tremendously skilled hands, being transformed into an unrecognizably mutilated corpse by someone who is extremely talented and has been trained in the art of horrifyingly painful torture. Twenty hours of sexy female muscles and male blood and viscera. The leaders at the agency were shocked by her extreme brutality, blatant sadism and her sexually perverse streaks. The masturbation scene in which she uses one of his shinbones as a dildo was nightmarish - twenty minutes before she had pulled his lower leg from his knee with her bare hands after having removed all the flesh and muscle first! Sticking it up his ass and leaving it there during the agonizing next eightteen hours was token of her extreme. Also the castration scene which lasts for about six long and painful hours is absolutely astonishing. It shows just how imaginative Denise is at inflicting maximum pain and how men are utterly helpless playthings in her skilled predatory hands. That was when her superiors knew Denise would be useful as an agent, her power and beauty being a perfect combination for mssions. They granted her almost anything she asked for to keep her within the Secret Service. She stood above the law. She made millions of dollars, was given a steady supply of men to 'play' with. She slaughtered thousands of innocent men just for the fun of it and occasionally - but always successfully - put her gender-bending muscular superiority to satisfy the Secret Service's needs. Several of the officers started tattering... Her overwhelming presence made them speak up. Yet, she wanted to push it further. Denise smiled coyly. - Shut the fuck up! Now! And look at your colleague here. He is one of the traitors! I'll show you how we deal with traitors at the National Secret Service. Anyone who dares to interfere, will have his balls ripped off. So please, be my guest. I'd be a liar if I'd say I didn't like that... In a terrifying demonstration of her unbelievable strength Denise yanked the officer out of his chair with one arm. She lifted him off the ground catching his whole head in a nutcracker kind of lock. Her arm muscles exploded into massive peaks of pure female destructive power and she threw him on the table. The officers were regressing into a dream-like state, not being able to grasp what was happening in front of their eyes. The officer on the table was anything but regressing into a dream-like state. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead. Fear overwhelmed him. He had felt the volume, hardness and inhuman density of her outrageous musculature. So, he realized that this gorgeous sex bomb could effectively execute every seemingly insane statement she made. He started to panic. Denise graciously backflipped onto the table. The man gawked at the latex-clad behemoth before him, one of her sculpted arms reaching out to him. - I'm innocent, please! Don't hurt me! Please... Denise grinned and grabbed him by the back of his jaw lifting him up. He could not help but notice how only the slightest movement of her fingers over his chin caused a symphony muscle movement in her upper arms, her striated biceps bubbling and ballooning in harmony with her triceps being rendered into a beastly horseshoe. She looked him straight in the eye and grinned, as if to say 'look at the muscles that are going to demolish you'. There was something sensual in her touch, or perhaps it was his close view on her awesome chest, an obvious display of female sensuality, that made him perceive of any of her actions as sensual. Denise's uncanny talent for reading her victim's thoughts and fears combined with her beastly sadistic personality made her horribly efficient in inflicting maximum psychological damage. - You like them, don't you? I understand: they're big, round, firm and built to please... Everybody watched in amazement when the muscle bimbo expanded her chest and pulled down the absurdly stretched pvc, showing off her magnificent boobs in their full glory! Huge, protruding, intimidating, the nipples hard as nails, her breasts caused quite a stir among the male audience. She brutally pushed up his chin even further, tilting back his head. Tears rolled down his cheeks. This woman was out of the ordinary in every aspect. - What do you say? I'm quite used to men drooling over my sexy body. I can't blame them... I'm also used to men doing their utmost best to please me. I can't blame them either. The prospect of being allowed to explore my ultra-muscular curves drives everybody wild... Watching the gorgeous, scantily-clad woman on the table was indeed quite a sight to behold. The confidence and obvious arrogance with which she addressed her audience showed that Denise was someone used to being obeyed at all times. That is why her reaction was one of disbelief and genuine surprise when one of the officers suddenly interrupted her musings. - Come on. Leave him alone and let's get to business! She withrew her iron grip on the terrified officer's chin, and in a split second the look on her gorgeous face changed into a mode that was difficult to capture: despite the smile that crossed her sensual lips, the look in her eyes only showed bloodlust, murderous intent, the urge to brutally retaliate the unwanted disturbance. And with Denise the punishment seldom was in proportion to the violation: even the smallest infringements were punished severely. She never allowed for any protest or objection whatsoever... The sheer size and incredible definition of her monstrously muscular body left no doubt about who had been getting to business. You could see her bubbling, perfectly trained glutes move graciously as she stepped towards the big mouth. She grinned mischievously. - You dare to interrupt me? The man gulped. Gulped when he saw the bulging beauty in front of him. - Interrupt someone who can crush you like an insignificant ant? Someone whose body is trained and developed to do things you guys can only imagine? I'm glad you asked me to get to business... Hehe... At blinding speed the busty bodybuilder kicked her spiked heel into his forehead, the steel of her 9-inch heel being driven in with such devastating skill and force that the frontal bone of his skull was disrupted and his head was torn open, just like you would open a tin can! His horrendous screaming started long before the top of his crushed skullcap dropped with an eerie, dry noise on the ground. Just before he collapsed in his chair, Denise grabbed his brains out of his head and threw the wet, gory mass onto the table as a remnant of her absolute dominance and power. It was an insane sight: a spectacular muscle goddess clad in shiny latex breaking someone's skull and removing brains with her bare hands! A shower of blood oozed from his brainless head. Everyone was shocked. Too shocked to speak, to move even... - You should've used your brains when you still had them, asshle! Oh yeah, I promised something... Quick and agile as a tigress, she ripped off his pants and exposed the corpse's crotch. Remarkably, his cock was fully erect! She made sure the other officers saw what she saw. The stunning beauty looked at them, smirking, seeing the terror, the horror in their eyes, the total submission to her overwhelming power and took the corpse's crotch in her hand, a sight they could hardly contain... She casually but deliberately flexed her heavy, pumped-up arm: every fibre monstrously developed, blood-engorged, swollen biceps, ready to perform any action her psychotically sadistic brain turned her to. She slowly clenched her hand, rejoicing in the sensation of his hot blood trickling through her strong fingers, the flesh being maulded and splattered, his balls imploding one after the other. Finally, she ripped off his genitals allowing herself a genuine smile as she faced her audience. - Fuck! Castration is so much more fun when they are still alive... You should hear them wail and scream when I pluck one ball after the other. Hahaha! Any volunteers? I have always been obsessed by male genitalia. I assure you: when I make you climax, you reach orgasmic heights never deemed possible! Trouble is that I'm addicted to slaughter, castration and torture. You'll never live to tell... The other officers sat dumbstruck when she returned to the other one still on the table. They did not move a muscle and were in complete shock. - Killing makes me horny. Now, lick my pussy, baby! If you fail to live up to my standards, I'll slaughter you. Got that? The man nodded silently, completely overwhelmed and intimidated by her rippling body towering over him, dwarfing him. The look in her beautiful eyes suddenly became playful again. She pouted her thick lips... A devious smile crossed her attractive face. - You really want to make it alive? Want me me to help you? - Oh please... Don't kill me. I'll do anything. Please... I'll tell you anything you want to hear, but spare me... - Of course, you'll do anything. I feel like helping you a bit, to make sure you got enough of that tongue action... The poor man on the table tried in vain to wear off her powerful hand as it gripped his lower jaw again, this time effortlessly piercing her nails through his flesh settling in the bone. Denise used her hand like a claw and in an explosion of brutal power she tore off his entire lower jaw from his head. His tongue lolled down from the gaping hole, like a large lump of meat on a butcher's table. - Oh yeah, fuck... That's more like it. Now use that lump of meat! I want action! Aroused by the previous killing she savagely pushed his head against her wet crotch, her strong fingers battering his skull, ramming the gaping hole that was once his mouth almost into her slit! Her hot juices mingled with the blood oozing from his nasty hole. Denise growled with lust, as the man stimulated her labia and clit, trying his utmost best to please her. His upper body was imprisoned between her tremendously muscular thighs, the blood wetting the inside of her vascular thighs. Sculpted perfection. Lethal. Suddenly he felt the pressure around his chest increasing. - Pathetic piece of shit! Is this your first try at cunnilingus or what? Denise grabbed him by his arms at the elbows, pulled him up and pushed down her thumbs. Simply. Mercilessly. Her powerful grip dug deep into the crooks of his arms. He saw the thick surfacing veins snaking across her freakishly muscular and pumped-up arms. Her beastly arms were easily twice the size of his thighs! The man's mouth fell open even more, a completely deformed hole, heavily mutilated. It emitted a piercing scream, an uncontrolled moan as the gorgeous überbabe cruelly pressed her thumbs deeper down, piercing through his flesh, crushing bones, tendons and joints. Brutally. Effortlessly. She laughed evilly at her shocked audience as her thumbs touched her index fingers, simply dismembering the upper arms from his body. Denise watched in pure joy how blood squirted out of the stumps. Nobody dared to interrupt her, absolutely terrified the jagged muscle bomb would turn her attention to them and rip them apart. - O how I love this part! I'm such a bad girl... More agonizing screams filled the conference room as the unleashed beauty grabbed his armpits in a similar fashion and started to slowly press her thumbs into his shoulders! His efforts to free himself from her iron grip were utterly futile. Denise's rock-hard body was the epitome of power and unsurpassable strength and he was helpless in her lethal, expert hands. Despite his agony he could not help but notice how outworldishly beautiful this sadistic muscle goddess was, how every muscle group was developed to perfection, freakishly huge and elegantly proportioned. The close encounter with this female summum of muscular development made him abaondon all hope for mercy. One look into her shaded eyes was enough to know that she was beyond caring now, beyond anything but extreme sadism and sex... Absolutely horrified he watched in disbelief how her thumbs did not encounter any significant resistance as they pushed further into his shoulders, demolishing the tendons and crushing right through the bone! Thick, engorged veins meandered over her outrageously swollen arm muscles. When her fingers met, she ripped his arms clean off and threw the stumps in the direction of two of his shocked colleagues who stared in awe at the superior female in front of them. Denise jeered at her victim, her smile changing into a broad and evil grin: - How are you going to jack off now, loverboy? Perhaps you need a hand too... Want me to do you? She smirked mockingly as he produced some unintelligible sounds. It took her ultra-skilled fingers a full twenty seconds to get him rock-hard again. Pushing his mutilated face against her proudly protruding breasts and alluring cleavage aroused him visibly. She muffled his screams, rejoicing in the wetness of his bleeding mouth against her firm tits, rubbing her sensitive nipples over the teeth of his upper jaw. Bloodloss already made his vision and senses blurry. A nasty slap with the back of her hand got him back. The ultra-sexy musculatrix did not want him to pass out. That would ruin her fun... Denise disdainfully pumped his inferior cock to a full erection - a mere 5 inches - and brought the throbbing tip to her sensuously probing tongue. Before he knew it the experienced bodybuilder's wet and hot mouth engulfed his entire shaft and even balls. The expert movements of her tongue, his tip touching the back of her throat, her lips tightly snugging over his shaft in long, slow and hard strokes made this blowjob the most delicious of treats he had ever experienced - she was so good at this. The hard and at times teasing suction brought him to the verge of orgasm. And then suddenly, the suction became harder, painfully hard and increased with every pump of her mouth. This cut off his impending orgasm and she decreased the suction power again. He gasped. In relief. Denise started the process all over again: from a heavenly blowjob to the verge of sucking his cock right off... As she playfully increased the suction again, he could not take it any more and collapsed mentally. He started to panick and kicked his legs, trying to wear off the psychopath musclebeauty. But it was no use. Denise enjoyed his agony, got off on in - as usual. The hornier she got, the more sadistic she got and the more she got off on it. It was a vicious circle. She had already decided to let herself go, to show these assholes what she had in store for them... Her hands gently carressed the inside of his thighs. Suddenly she seized his legs at the knees and squashed both joints in her immensely strong grip. Simply crushing them to pulp. You could hear the eerie wet sound of cracking and crushed bones. His screaming reached a disquieting climax. He lay there, completely helpless in the hands of most cruel and sadistic human on earth. Legless. Armless. And all but painless... Horrific rasping sounds escaped from his mouth. Denise bathed in his blood and gore. - OK, baby. Hang on. This is going to hurt. Hahaha! You could see that Denise loved the reaction she got from her audience as she took his cock and sack into her mouth again, this time for the kill. The bulging brunette slowly increased the power of her sucking. With visible satisfaction the big-chested beauty forcefully pumped his cock with increasing speed, her lusciously shaped mouth brutalizing his helpless dick. Suddenly Denise's mouth did not move up and down any more and his continuous moaning and screaming was sharply interrupted by an eerie yell coming right out of the depths of hell. Spitting out his cock, Denise struck a double biceps pose: - They break so easily... Who's next? When a muscular brunette left the police station in Irkutsk and stepped into the red Ferrari, you could not notice anything strange or eerie about the place. All was quiet. As always in Irkutsk. Except perhaps for the ultra-sexy outifit of the gorgeous bodybuilder which intimidated the driver a little. - Hi Denise! What took you so long? - Don't ask. I got carried away a little. One thing's for sure: Harry will be transferred to the gulag and die a horrific death there. The driver looked into her beautiful, utterly uncaring eyes. She smiled. A smile that would melt icecaps. The busty bodybuilder held a plastic bag, red with the blood of the items it contained. He knew she kept trophies of her killings. This gorgeous sex-bomb was sick as hell. - Any victims? - Sure, I played around a little bit and slaughtered them all, except for the captain. Make sure he makes up some story to cover this up, OK? - Oh my God! - Just make sure. Now come here! And Denise tore open his jeans, grabbed his cock and jerked him off. The end.