A DAY IN THE LIFE - AND DEATH - AT THE ASSASSIN SCHOOL FOR GIRLS
By Kandor
This is one of an ongoing series of stories about an all-female assassination company


(This is the first in one of an ongoing series of stories about an 
assassin school for girls and the lethal students it graduates. Bear in 
mind these stories were done for someone who loves feet, foot torture 
and incredibly violent, ball-busting type death. If you find yourself 
getting squeamish from, or too turned on by these stories, don't worry 
about it, it's only fantasy....) 


    
    Milla bore down hard with both feet, grinding her tight, naked ass 
into her victim's chest, her legs bent up at the knees, the soles of her 
silky feet plastered all over his face. The man's hands were bound by 
cuffs to "the killing wall," as it was called, his feet chained to keep 
them still, his entire body - but mostly the face - immobile and open 
for abuse, misuse and destruction. 
    "Open up, slave boy, open your mouth wide," Milla instructed the 
screaming man, slapping his face side to side with her big, beautiful 
feet. "Open up, I want to stick my foot inside, my entire foot, and kill 
you. I'm going to kill you with my right foot, choke you with it, gag 
you, maybe split your jawbones apart, cause you much pain and suffering. 
This is your station in life, my good man, now accept your fate and open 
your mouth!" 
    The man balked and tried desperately to bite Milla's foot as it 
continued to bear down on his face, battered and bloodied as it was from 
the constant three-hour assault Milla and the other students had 
unleashed on it. She grew angry now as his teeth nipped her red-painted 
toenails. 
    "OK, have it your way," she sighed, standing up. 
    Milla planted one long foot across his forehead, the other on his 
chest, using the toes of that foot to pry his mouth open, the other to 
keep his head still, her entire 110 pound body balanced on his. He 
yelled in agony as his mouth popped open, blood oozing from inside. She 
quickly stuffed that foot in deep, jamming it all the way in, toes 
tickling his gullet, the instep and sole spreading his jaws wide to keep 
him from biting. She smiled down at him as he looked up in terror at her 
towering, dominant form. 
    "OK, now I'm going to put all my weight into this foot and that will 
be that," she said laughing. "Milla's pretty foot will kill the big bad 
man!!" 
    She reached up and grabbed the bars that were hanging from the 
ceiling for the express purpose she had in mind, for balance. She 
steadied herself and pointed her succulent foot straight down, the long 
muscles in her calf flexing. Laughing, she put her full force into it 
and felt the sharp toenails scrape tissue at the back of his throat. She 
felt his jawbones crack and separate and pop and felt the vibrations of 
his death screams against the tender tissue of her deadly foot. 
    "Die," she hissed down at him, taking extreme pleasure in watching 
his eyes roll back into his head in his death struggle. "Die...." 
    And he did, choked by the sexy right foot of one of the world's most 
beautiful women. She stepped off him and walked to a footwashing sink 
set low to the ground near the doorway to the entrance of the killing 
room. 
    Milla smiled and walked out, taking in the groans and screams and 
sounds of bones popping and backs breaking and heads being crushed 
emanating from various rooms of the school. 
    "I hate studying," she said with a laugh to Eva as the big blonde 
walked out of another room, her sneaker-clad feet caked in blood and 
brain parts. "But I do love this school!!" 
    Another day at the famed Assassin School for Girls had begun, a 
school where women are taught to kill at the school and in the field. 
Much would be learned this day. Many would die, horribly, slowly and 
very, very painfully. And most at the feet of some of the world's most 
beautiful models. 

    "Hmmm, sounds good to me, yes, tell me more," Suze said, sitting 
back in her big office chair, feet extended before her. 
    Suze, the director of the Assassin School for Girls, or ASG for 
short, was on the telephone, talking to a possible client, a very rich 
man who headed a company and who wanted a rival businessman taking care 
of in a way that would leave no tracks. Suze got many such calls; the 
tall, gorgeous sex-supermodel founded this school after doing many of 
these assignments herself, leaving a trail of broken and dead men in her 
wake. 
    "I think that is doable, indeed," she cooed into the phone. 
"Provided the price is right, as it always must be." 
    Two men, victims at the school, lay on their backs at Suze's size 11 
feet. She used their faces for footrests, the soles of them resting 
along their lips, noses and foreheads. They silently licked the bottoms 
of the ASG director's pretty, silky feet, naked and uncomplaining. Their 
erect cocks wore tight rings at the bases of them to keep them from 
coming, and come they would from the mere smell of Suze's dominant feet. 
Suze liked to keep her victims' spunk levels high so that when she did 
let them come, they'd shoot huge white geysers for her, showering 
themselves and the feet of whatever woman would be getting them to 
ejaculate. It enhanced Suze's powers and she loved it. 
    Now the men twisted in pain a bit as Suze readjusted her seating and 
used their mouths as a rest for the heels of her big feet. Their lips 
opened to accept their leader's heels and they groaned in pain as she 
bore down slightly. 
    "Very well, then, I'll have one of my best girls meet him there for 
lunch, where she will, uh, get the information she needs for you," Suze 
said. "And then, of course, she will dispatch him." 
    She hung up, smiling, looking down at the men at her feet. They lay 
head to head, their mouths open and full of her sexy heels, moaning as 
she bore down a little harder, spreading their mouths wider, the corners 
cracking and bleeding a bit. Suddenly, she jumped up - and stood flush 
on their faces, the 5-foot-11 inch woman's beautiful body weight totally 
balanced on her big feet and their heads, her toes and heels hanging off 
either side of their faces, the brunt of the force on her insteps that 
were strapped across their mouths and bent noses. 
    "Good boys, good boys," she hissed, grinding her slim hips from side 
to side, twisting her weight harder on them. "I love getting a new 
contract and I'm just sharing my delight with you. Aren't you delighted, 
boys? Hmmm?" 
    The men under her feet just groaned in pain and submission, their 
rubber banded cocks twitching for release but finding none. Suze laughed 
and danced her face dance a little harder. 

    "You can't come, you mustn't come, to come will mean to die, you 
know." 
    The man groaned and clenched his eyes tightly, trying to block out 
the feeling, but was unable to. He felt his cock swell, his nuts knot in 
a familiar holding pattern, and feared he was doomed. 
    He was, of course. To date, no one had ever failed to come in the 
slender, more than capable feet of Eva Herzigova. The big blonde sat on 
the man's chest in the middle of the training room, her g-stringed butt 
facing his face. Her legs were bent up at the knees, and she had her 
silky feet locked securely around her bound victim's hard cock. She was 
jerking it up and down, twisting it sensually side to side, occasionally 
slapping at his balls with her heels, but never stopping the incredibly 
good feeling she was unleashing on his foot-wrapped dick. 
    And off to the side, sitting in a chair wearing nothing but black 
stilletto shoes and an evil look was Elle McPherson, a cruel smile on 
her full, sexy lips. She was waiting for her turn. 
    "You know that if you do come, my friend Elle here has to kill you," 
Eva said, pumping her muscular calves up and down, using the lubricant 
pouring from his cockhead to slip her sexy feet even easier on his dick. 
"Mmmm, I see you leaking a ton of precome fluid for me, that's 
nice...yeah, baby, feels good, huh? Come for me, baby, come all over my 
pretty feet so Elle can kill you with her feet! Come on!" 
    "I think I'll smash your balls to pulp first in my pretty black 
shoes," Elle said calmly, coming over to stand over the man's head, 
letting him drink in the sight of her long, lean body and those deadly 
shoes on either side of his face. "I'll step right on them, maybe pop 
each nut in the heel of my shoe, then just grind the meat of them under 
my soles! I love killing a man like that, I really do." 
    Eva smiled down at his cock which she was vigorously pumping in her 
feet. She loved watching a man's cock twitch in her soles, she loved the 
feeling of total dominance over a man - or another woman - just using 
her sexy feet. And she loved killing, the snap of a man's neck in her 
scissored legs or pounding feet, the muffled, dying breaths up her 
thick, shapely ass, she loved killing and the beautiful model was a 
perfect killing machine who had learned much in her tenure at ASG. 
    "Mmmm, I feel your cock heating up for me, stud!" Eva squealed in 
delight. "Come for me!!" 
    "Come for her so I may kill you," Elle hissed, lifting her foot and 
forcing the long heel into the man's moaning mouth. "Suck my cock shoe, 
suck on it like a prick while you come in Eva's feet!!" 
    That's all it took and the man gave up six mind-blowing arcs of pure 
white jism, thick jets of spew cutting a trail three feet in the air and 
landing with a loud splash along Eva's long shins and completely 
covering her madly humping feet. As the spunk oiled up her feet, she 
jammed them up and down harder, the squish-squish noise filling the room 
with its obscenely erotic music. Eva never stopped, she kept pumping 
those feet, huge gobs of goop flying off them as his shrinking cock 
acted like a slingshot in firing them away. 
    "Ohhhhh, yeahhh......" Eva hissed, her hand buried in her crotch now 
as she brought herself to a blinding orgasm, squeezing his wilting cock 
so hard he nearly bit off Elle's heel in his mouth. 
    Eva finally stopped and stood up, her lower legs and feet bathed in 
steamy spunk. She walked up to his head, where Elle was pulling her heel 
from his mouth. 
    "Time to die," Eva hissed. 
    She brought one leg back and unleashed a brutal kick to the side of 
his face, snapping his head in that direction and splattering it with a 
sea of still-hot come. She walked to the other side and did the same 
thing, back and forth until his face was a blanket of come and blood 
that seeped from his busted lips and shattered nose. She then stood over 
his face and scissored his jawbones in her lower legs, using her ankle 
bones and lower calves to squeeze in hard as she stood up straight. Her 
feet touched beneath his head and rivers of spunk ran down her legs and 
feet and fell into his mouth which was cracked open in a scream, his 
hands up and around her muscular calves as he tried vainly to pull them 
away. 
    "Busting your jaws....busting them in my feet and my legs...cracking 
your face..." Eva said evenly, pumping her legs harder on him as she 
said it. 
    "And I'm about to step on your nuts," Elle said calmly, walking 
between his naked, spread legs. 
    Elle's eyes rolled back in her head in preorgasmic pleasure as she 
felt the very tip of her stilleto shoe pop the man's right nut under her 
weight. It sliced into the meat, dead in the middle of his ball, and 
shattered it, exploding it in a crescendo of agony. He screamed like a 
woman, a high-pitched wail that made both Eva and Elle come as they 
stood, Eva crushing his jaws in her feet and legs, Elle as she used her 
other foot now to destroy his other nut. When she was done with each 
one, Elle used the tips of her shoes to stand fully on them, mashing 
them to paste under her weight, grinding and twisting and laughing as 
the man's death rattle gurgled in his throat as Eva snapped his jawbones 
and neck in her ankles. 
    "AHHhhhhh....!" Eva hissed, dropping to the dead man's face to ride 
out her orgasm. 
    "Yessss..." Elle growled, head back and moaning as she twisted from 
side to side, leaving nothing but a bloody stripe on the floor where his 
nuts were. 
    And it was only 9 a.m. The school's day was just getting wound up. 

    Frederique slowly circled her victim in the closed and locked room, 
her eyes glowing with icy determination, his watery with fear. She 
licked her lips at him. He could barely look at the tall, leggy beauty 
clad only in a tight pair of black bikini briefs and matching bra, she 
was too beautiful and he didn't want to get excited. He'd only been 
captured and brought here a short while ago, but he knew the routine 
already, from what he'd heard. To show excitement is to die. He put his 
hands over his crotch as he trembled naked in the corner. 
    "Take your hands away and show me that cock," Frederique hissed, 
standing on spread legs, the lean muscles in her inner thighs backlit, 
the tiny hairs on them silhouetted in the beam of light from the window 
in the door. 
    He shook his head in tiny little 'no' motions. She smiled and walked 
toward him. He never saw the foot coming, long and hard, slapping him 
upside the head and sending him crashing into the wall. He slid down it 
and fell to his knees, everything a blur now. 
    "When Frederique tells you to do something, you do it," she said 
calmly, walking to him and pulling him up by the hair. "Now assume the 
position." 
    He obeyed, putting his hands up on the wall, scooting his naked ass 
out behind him. Frederique purred, running her hands up his thighs and 
caressing his ass. He bit his lip so hard it bled; his cock hardened in 
defiance. She stepped back, raised her foot and drilled it right into 
his spread asscheeks, the long big toe of that foot gliding right up his 
tight asshole. He screamed in pain as she stood behind him, laughing, 
toefucking his ass - and his cock grew harder still. 
    "Mmmm, I love doing this, love subjecting a man to the sexual 
pleasures of my feet," she cooed, balancing on one leg to rapidly thrust 
her other foot in and out of his open ass. "Lovely, just lovely!!" 
    Her pussy moistened as she footfucked her slave boy who was moaning 
loudly against the wall, more in pleasure now than pain. She had three 
toes worked into his asshole and her eyes glistened with pleasure, her 
lips locked and her tongue protruding from them in concentration. She 
loved the power of the footfuck, how it subjugated men to her will and 
how they always seemed to come around. 
    'He's ready,' she thought to herself, pulling her foot from his butt 
and spinning him around. 'He's ready for it now.' 
    She laid him down on the hard stone floor and pulled up a chair 
between his legs, his huge cock bobbing up. Smiling she encircled it 
with her feet and began jerking him off. He moaned loudly and his hands 
shot to her muscular calves, stroking them, stroking the pretty, silken 
feet that were beating him off. His eyes closed in pleasure and his cock 
leaked clear fluid in a steady stream to her humping feet. 
    'He's almost there already,' she smiled to herself. 'Damn, I'm 
good!' 
    He was nearly coming and in fact had started a river of spunk 
shooting up his cock when suddenly Frederique stood up straight, her 
heels digging into his loins, the sides of her feet crushing his nuts 
and cock. A small bubble of white pistoned up out of his cockhead and 
was sucked back in. He looked down in horror at his stopped ejaculation 
and at the feet mauling his balls. 
    "I'm standing on your loins, digging my feet into your balls, as you 
know, but also my heels into the femoral arteries as they pass through 
from your legs to your heart," she said, hands on hips, concentrating 
her full body weight on her feet and transferring the weight to his 
loins. "In time your legs will go numb. In a few moments after that, you 
will die." 
    He looked up in horror and tried to fight, but he was already woozy 
from the lack of blood flowing through his body and the workout she'd 
just given his cock. Plus, her rather big, fleshy feet were smashing his 
nuts together and everytime he moved in inch, the pain got worse. He 
stayed still. 
    "All a matter of pressure points," Frederique said matter-of-factly, 
her arms crossed on her creamy tits. "I also like using my feet on the 
sides of a man's neck, to kill him by denying the blood flow to the 
brain. I know a girl at the school, Gabby, a volleyball player with 
beautifully muscular legs, who has killed men just by scissoring their 
necks in her calves! She executed someone one day in his car. She popped 
up in the backseat as he got in, latched those calves to his neck and as 
he watched her face in the rearview mirror, she slowly squeezed the life 
out of him!!" 
    The man's eyes rolled up, lights dancing before them. He was going, 
slowly. His legs were icy cold and useless. The numbness spread up his 
body and would soon embrace and still his heart. He couldn't move, 
couldn't fight, couldn't think. But his cock was still hard. Frederique 
smiled. 
    "That's always the last thing to go," she laughed. "A man doesn't 
like to give that up, not even in death." 
    She bore down with her heels into the lethal pressure point and 
within two minutes more, he was dead beneath her feet. She stepped off 
and smiled down at him. 
    "Those are nice," she said to herself. "No muss, no fuss, no bloody 
feet or sweating. Just a little pressure and he's dead. This school is 
worth every penny of tuition." 

    A ring of long-legged women sat around a large room with a raised 
seating area looking down onto a small open area. The floor there was 
clean and white and had a drain in the middle, a hose attached to a 
faucet sticking out of the wall coiled neatly nearby. The ladies 
applauded when a huge woman walked in, 6-foot-6 and 240 pounds of blonde 
bombshell, her hair piled up in a tight bun, dressed in white leather 
push up bra/vest that accentuated gigantic rolls of tit meat, gloves, 
tiny shorts and knee high boots. She led two  men on a chain, naked, 
hands behind them, metal collars on their necks. Another woman wheeled a 
gurney into the room and left. Hanging from the ceiling were a pair of 
balance bars - about 6 feet above the gurney. The big blonde spoke in a 
thick German accent. 
    "Ladies, here you will learn about killing a man with your feet," 
she said loudly, to giggles of some. "I know you already know how, but 
this will be different. This will show you how to kill with your feet - 
from the inside." 
    The woman oohed and ahhed. They were always willing to learn new 
angles of murder and extreme torture. 
    Ilsa, the monstrous blonde, chained one man to the wall and strapped 
the other to the gurney - face down. She hopped up on the gurney and 
stood between his spread legs, toeing his white ass with her huge boot. 
Reaching up, she grabbed the balance bar and reached down with one hand 
to pull the boot off, sliding her huge, size 14 foot out. The women 
groaned with appreciation when they saw that huge hoof come out of the 
big boot; Ilsa smiled. 
    "Big feet certainly do help in this business, but they're not your 
only tool for success," she said. "Knowing how to use them is far more 
important." 
    She snapped her fingers and two white-clad women appeared at her 
side, teacher aides. They grabbed the man's ass and spread his cheeks 
wide. Ilsa positioned her toes at his hole. And pushed. The man screamed 
loudly. 
    "Lubrication is not important," Ilsa said in a shout to be heard 
above the man's agonized screams. "Brute force is!! Rape of the 
asshole's asshole is best carried out dry - it won't be for long 
anyway!!" 
    Ilsa hung onto the bar for balance and pushed forward, two, three, 
four and then all five toes digging into the man's widening ass, her 
foot sticking out between his trembling white cheeks. She smiled and 
clenched her teeth in concentration, sweat pouring down her chiseled 
Germanic face, stinging her eyes. She snapped her head to the side and 
whipped the sweat away. Her foot sunk in halfway, seven inches of huge 
hoof buried in a virgin's not-so-tight-anymore asshole. 
    "See what I mean about not being dry for long?" she growled, 
pointing to her foot. "Gather round ladies and see!!" 
    The women did and applauded as they saw a thick ring of blood bubble 
out around Ilsa's pounding foot, which she was working into the man's 
asshole with a vengeance now. She worked it in so far, she had to let go 
of the bar above her head and sit down on the gurney between his legs; 
her foot was nearly in up to the heel and she wasn't done yet. Her toes 
pointe up now, the sharp nails tickling his spine from the backside. He 
screamed the loudest scream yet as Ilsa's relentless foot popped all the 
way inside his ass. 
    "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" bellowed the victim, his 
skin breaking out in bloody welts as he pressed with all his might into 
the straps that held him down, blood vessels popping in his face and 
eyeballs in the strain. 
    Ilsa laughed and threw her head back, jamming her foot as far up his 
ass as it would go. 
    "Now, ladies, the lesson begins!" she growled. "Internal massage! 
You ordinarily do this by sinking your toes into a soft part of a man's 
body and wiggling them against a vital organ, and I'll show you that in 
a moment, but for now, I wanted to go to the extreme for you and show 
you how to cut a man to death from the inside out!! My toes are wiggling 
inside him, you can't see it, but they are, and my sharp toenails are 
slicing his asshole walls, his lower intestine, maybe even his kidney if 
I can reach up far enough!" 
    It was a hideous scene. A dying man strapped to a gurney, gurgling 
in death as a huge beautiful woman sat behind him and worked her entire 
foot into his asshole, up to the ankle between his quivering cheeks. The 
two men strapped to the wall strugged and screamed against their 
shackles, knowing a similar fate awaited them. The women around the 
gurney watched carefully and learned. One woman, Niki, lashed out with 
her foot behind her to slam it into the nuts of one of the men on the 
wall to quiet him down. He screamed in agony as she stood there, 
grinding her heel into his balls before pulling it out of his crotch. He 
vomited all over himself; Niki laughed. 
    "Very good, Ms. Niki," Ilsa said, pounding her foot into the man's 
ass. "You'll be our first volunteer." 
    Huge rivers of blood poured out from around Ilsa's ankle now, 
bathing her up to mid-calf as her size 14 foot tore up the guts of the 
man she was fucking with it. His convulsions subsided with the more 
blood he lost. He finally went into shock and didn't feel a thing as 
Ilsa pulled her bloody foot from his raped asshole with an obscene 
sucking sound. The two aides immediately helped her down and washed her 
foot off with the hose, then rolled the dead man away on the gurney. 
They returned to hose down the bloody mess on the floor, a sea of watery 
red swirling into the drain. The women returned to their seats and Ilsa 
sat in one to pull her giant boot back on. 
    "Ms. Niki, front and center," she said, snapping her fingers. 
    The perky woman bounded down the stairs to stand beside Ilsa. She 
was dwarfed by her and contrasted. Niki was just about naked, Ilsa had 
clothes on but even with them on her body was gigantic compared to the 
slender girl at her side. 
    "Now, we'll see how well you use your foot in a non-testicular 
encounter," Ilsa said, reaching up to grab the hanging bar and pull it 
down to Niki's level. 
    She moved it in front of the man whose nuts Niki had smashed. He 
looked up through teary eyes, vomit running down his chest. 
    "Ugh," Niki said disgusted. "Clean that off." 
    The two aides rushed in and hosed the man down, the cold water 
bringing him back to a level of consciousness he didn't want to be at. 
Niki grabbed the bar above and hung off the floor, smiling at him. 
    "Point your toe..." Ilsa instructed. "Just like that, that's right, 
nice and sharp to make an entry...now pound his sides with them!!" 
    Niki obeyed, grunting loudly as she powered her strong legs in again 
and again, the point of her toes beating his sides brutally hard. He 
screamed at each impact but she was relentless, banging her feet into 
his sides, breaking ribs and leaving huge purple welts where she was 
tenderizing the skin. Ilsa smile. 
    "Perrrrrfect," she growled. "Now, apply steady pressure and watch!!" 
    Niki did, digging her toes into the purple area, Ilsa standing 
behind her and pushing so Niki wouldn't swing away on the bar as she 
did. The man's eyes shot open in horror, Niki's in delight as they both 
felt and watched her feet literally sink into the man's wounded sides. 
The flesh was rubber now and Niki's feet dug in so deep her toes were 
tickling the man's kidneys through the thin layer of skin. 
    "Wiggle your toes, girl, wiggle them!!" Ilsa hissed from behind as 
she held Niki by the slender ass. "Bleed him from the inside!!" 
    The man gurgled as Niki's long toes wiggled back and forth, 
caressing his kidneys at first, then bruising them, then making them 
ooze blood from the inside, a sheet of vital body fluid coursing through 
the organs within. He cried real tears as white-hot blankets of pain 
rippled through his entire body. 
    "Good, good, VERY GOOD!!" Ilsa cried out, kneading Niki's ass 
subconsciously in her big hands. 
    "Uh, Ilsa, just because I'm massaging his guts in my feet doesn't 
mean you can massage my ass out here," Niki giggled. "But it does feel 
nice!!" 
    Ilsa laughed - and slipped a finger into Niki's tight asscrack as 
the supermodel continued her internal massage of the man dying at the 
end of her pretty feet. Soon, the kidneys shattered under Niki's toes 
and the bleeding intensified. By the time she pulled her feet away only 
a few minutes later, he hung dead from him chains. The women went wild. 
    "Atta girl, Niki!!" they chorused, as the pretty woman returned to 
her seat amid backslaps and highfives. 
    "Well done, ladies," Ilsa said as the aides came to take the dead 
man away. "Now, put that learning to use out where it counts - on the 
job!" 

    One of the most favorite parts of the course at ASG was the infield 
training, in which the supermodels and others in the school took what 
they learned outside the school and applied it in deadly fashion to 
victims of  their choosing. 
    Today, they set out in groups and alone. Vandela was one of the 
best, a tall, Nordic beauty with feet to die for - and in. She wore a 
short white skirt, blouse and white sandals exposing her big, sexy feet. 
She dropped in a local hospital for a visit, and went to the cardiac 
unit. 
    It took some snooping around but she found the perfect victim: An 
elderly man on a respirator, unable to move or talk, but aware of his 
surroundings. He was dying anyway, Vandela reasoned, why not give him 
something good to go out on. 
    She walked into the room and was met by several pairs of suspicious 
eyes. The man's family stared hard at the tall gorgeous woman and 
wondered why she was there. Vandela had to talk fast and convincingly; 
it was something modeling had taught her, not the ASG, and it worked to 
her advantage. She told them she was the daughter of a business 
acquaintance of the man and had come to pay her respects. They bought it 
and turned back to the man lying in the bed with the tube down his 
throat, his head turned to the side - and his eyes fixed right on 
Vandela. 
    The big blonde smiled at him and sat in a chair at the far side of 
the room. She crossed her legs sexily, the muscled crease on her shin 
flexing for the old man. The family faced him and saw nothing Vandela 
was doing. She rotated her foot now, the calf flexing more, the toes 
wiggling seductively in her sandal. The man's eyebrows raised. She stood 
and walked to him. 
    "I have something to tell him, from my father, do you mind?" she 
asked the family. 
    "Oh, no, certainly, go ahead, it might do him some good to hear from 
an old friend," one of his daughters said tearfully. 
    Vandela smiled and leaned over the railing, her mouth at the old 
man's hairy ear. She spoke in a whisper. 
    "I'm going to kill you, old man, I'm going to kill you with my 
feet," she purred. "Not here, not right on you, but from across the 
room. You watch my feet, old man, watch my feet and my legs and think of 
what they can do to you!! My feet digging into your ancient balls, 
crushing them, making your cock hard for the first time in decades, my 
toes rupturing your sagging nuts! My legs, these muscled calves, 
scissoring your throat, snapping your scrawny neck! Think of all that, 
old man, think of my beauty, my feet, my legs, torturing you and then 
you will die smiling..." 
    She kissed him and stood to return to her seat. The family was 
amazed; he was smiling around his ventilator. 
    "What did you say?" the daughter asked. "We haven't had a reaction 
out of him like that in a long time!" 
    "Words can work wonders, " Vandela smiled, sitting on recrossing 
that leg. 
    The family turned back to the old man - whose gaze was again fixed 
on Vandela. The big blonde wigged her toes again, smiling evily at him, 
the calf muscle flexing, the toes dancing in her sandal. She was sending 
messages to the old man's dying brain, messages of death and torture and 
agonized destruction, and the old man's heart fluttered, the weakness 
growing in his chest. Vandela ran a finger up her slender calf then to 
her mouth, sucking it like a cock. She pulled it out, wet, and ran it 
down the calf again, leaving a trail of hot saliva, and then to her 
toes, wetting them. She pointed to the old man; 'that was your moistness 
on my calf, my toes, that was you licking me', she said with her look 
and the old man's eyes widened. 
    His heart monitor skipped. The family gasped. Vandela bunched up her 
toes and shot them out straight, the red-painted nails shining in the 
dim hospital lighting. 
    The old man's gaze strengthened for a moment as Vandela continued to 
wiggle her sexy toes, flex her calf muscle, rotate her entire foot 
around on the ankle joint, all for the old man's dying pleasure. 
    The heart monitor jumped - then flatlined. A low buzzer went off. 
The family grabbed for the old man and the nurse's call button. Vandela 
looked deep into the man's closing eyes and saw pleasure. 
    She stood and left as the doctors and nurses rushed in with the 
defibrillator. She smiled as the elevator doors closed before her. 

    Christy shook her shoulder-length black hair from her face as she 
stood before the man at an isolated section of the town's public beach. 
He squinted up in the sun, dazzled by the vision of beauty outlined in 
silhouette before him. 
    "Mind if I sit down?" she asked, her lips pursed in a sexy pout. 
"It's so nice and secluded here." 
    "No, please, do," he said, patting the blanket next to him. "Uh, 
this is empty." 
    Christy had watched the man for awhile, the man and his girlfriend. 
He was brutally abusing her, verbally, and she finally left in tears, 
saying she wouldn't be back. He was perfect, Christy thought. 
    They talked awhile, he the charmer and showing no evidence of the 
raging dickhead he'd been to his girlfriend earlier. Christy smiled and 
reached behind her to undo the string of her tiny black bikini top. 
    "I think we're alone enough to do topless, don't you?" she asked 
innocently, letting the bra fall all and her creamy tits to spring free. 
    The man gulped loudly, his eyes riveted to her breasts. "Oh, yeah, I 
think so..." 
    Christy laughed and asked him for a soda from his cooler. "And get 
one for you, too, let's have a toast - to our new friendship." 
    He nervously retrieved a pair of colas from the cooler as Christy 
reached into her bikini bottom and pulled out a small white pill from a 
pocket sewn in there. She took hers and popped it open and secretly 
slipped the pill inside. She swirled it around for awhile and then 
pretended to take a sip. She made a face. 
    "Ewww, this is nasty," she said. "Trade me." 
    He shrugged and made the switch, one identical can of soda for 
another, or so he thought. It took less than five minutes and his eyes 
went glassy, his body still. The soda slipped from his hand and bubbled 
into the sand. She took it and emptied it totally before putting it in 
her bag, leaving no evidence. He sat stockstill, paralyzed, unable to 
move. The pill had done its job. His body was useless to him, but his 
mind screamed on the inside at what was happening to him.His eyes stared 
out into the endlessly undulating sea. 
    Christy snuggled up behind him, her naked tits pressing his back. He 
felt the heat of her nipples on his flesh. She wrapped her long, strong 
legs around his sides and pulled a blanket over them. People walking by 
thought for all the world the two were lovers wrapped up in themselves 
on a beautiful sunny day. 
    "I'm going to kill you, in my bodyscissors and my feet," Christy 
licked into his ear. "My thighs are very, very strong and will slice 
into your body until ribs break and the bones skewer your lungs and 
organs. My feet will lock in your crotch and crush your balls. You will 
feel extreme pain but will not make a sound because you are paralyzed. I 
am a professional assassin on a training mission. You made the mistake 
of pissing off that woman who was here earlier." 
    Christy's thighs tightened on his sides, her locked feet dug into 
his nuts, pressing them up and into his body. He screamed inside. She 
kissed his neck. 
    "She was pretty, you know that, your girlfriend?" Christy teased, 
slicing her legs tighter on his short ribs, the bones bending in her 
scissor grip. "I like women...I think I'll find her and show her how 
someone should be treated." 
    Christy loved inflicting mental torture on someone as much as 
physical. She knew this guy's type, a guy who liked to dominate women, 
who hated them, really, but loved to control them. Guys like this hated 
lesbians. Christy worked that angle as she slowly squeezed him to death 
under the blanket, her muscular legs bulging as she crushed him, the 
blanket covering her deadly limbs so no one would see. 
    "Yeah, she was pretty, had reallllly nice titties," Christy said, 
biting his earlobe an reaching under the blanket to twist his nipples, 
something else she knew he had to hate because it was a 'girl thing'. 
"Yeah, nice little titties I'll lick and suck and chew on. Mmm, love her 
tits, don't you? Uh, didn't you?" 
    The thighs tightened. The first rib snapped, on the left. Then one 
on the right. Christy liked balance. She focused her squeezing strength 
on her rib-popping inner thigh muscles and bore down on him. 
    "You know what I like to do with my women?" she continued. "I like 
sucking their asses, don't you. Jeez, again...didn't you? I love putting 
my tongue right up their assholes and licking them, tasting their butts, 
feasting on their bummies...mmmm, love it. But I don't think you're that 
type, are you? I mean, you wouldn't stoop so low as to eat a woman's 
asshole,huh? Well guess what: I'm gonna eat your woman's asshole until 
she comes like a fucking geyser and her goo runs down her pussy and into 
my mouth, and then I'm gonna eat it all up, right outta her butt!!" 
    A tear formed in the man's right eye and ran down his cheek. The 
pain was rippling throughout him as two more ribs snapped under 
Christy's increasingly tight bodyscissors, shards of bone piercing a 
lung, flattening it. His breath was labored. Blood seeped into his body 
cavity, the ribs shredding tissue, meat and organs as she pressed her 
thighs ever inward. His nuts all but disappeared as her locked feet 
pressed them up inside his body, the heels digging into them, forcing 
them back up inside their holes. He sweat heavily. 
    "Yeah, and then she'll be so grateful, she'll lick my asshole," 
Christy hissed into his ear, biting it so hard it bled. "Mmm, your 
woman's tongue up my ass, her face inside my hot, sweaty buttcrack, 
tonguing me! Can't you see it? Huh?" 
    More ribs snapped, all that were left. His insides were ravaged, his 
balls crushed and gone back up inside his body. He was minutes away from 
death. 
    "Then we'll both fuck your best friend," Christy growled. "You know, 
the one with the really big cock, not like this thing you got! And when 
he's through fucking us both, your woman is gonna eat his hot come from 
my cunt!!" 
    The man gurgled; blood oozed up from his throat and out of his 
mouth. Christy's scissors was slicing him in half, the relentless crush 
of her thighs pushing his guts up and forcing blood out. He shuddered in 
her grip; she crushed down one last time, her thighs nearly meeting in 
the middle, her feet pulverizing his balls. He died. 
    She got up and laid him down, shaking the cramps from her legs and 
feet. Wiping the blood from his mouth, she propped his arms up behind 
his head and put his sunglasses on and walked away. No one would know 
there was a dead man on the beach until it closed for the day, several 
hours from now. 

    It was only mid-morning and sex was already for sale in the town's 
red-light district. This suited Stephanie to the max as the tall blue-
eyed brunette beauty stood on the street corner, posing as a hooker. Her 
assignment was to seek out a "foot guy" and kill him. An instructor 
watched nearby and would follow her to grade the kill. Stephanie wore a 
tight, black miniskirt and matching black sandals, a crisscross of 
leather across her instep and just above her sexy toes, and a black one-
piece top showing a lot of her slim but impressive chest. 
    It didn't take long. She was the best-looking babe on the corner, 
which pissed off the other girls, but before they could converge on her 
and boot her out, the car pulled up. 
    "Hey, how you doing?" the man said, a middle-aged salesman type with 
money to burn and a frigid wife back home. "Up for some fun this 
morning?" 
    "As always, sugar," Stephanie seethed through pursed lips. "Watcha 
got in mind?" 
    "Uh, I got a special request," he said, leaning out the window to 
look down at her feet and then back up at her. He smiled. So did 
Stephanie. 
    They drove around the corner, to a pre-chosen secluded spot from 
where Steph's instructor could watch from a wooded area. They parked and 
Steph put her sexy feet up on the dashboard. The man drooled. 
    "So, you like feet, you like my feet," she cooed. "Whaddya want to 
do to 'em, big boy? Lick 'em? Suck 'em? Rub your cock all over my toes, 
maybe have me jerk your meat between my toes? Hmm?" 
    "Oh, fuck, yes, yess...." he hissed, reaching out with a trembling 
hand to caress her nails which she'd painted black. 
    "On your knees!" she ordered him and he obeyed, kneeling between the 
bucket seats. "Lick my toes!" 
    The man did, profusely, running his fat, slobbering tongue all over 
Stephanie's pretty toes, between them, under them, around them. His 
round face was bright red, sweat poured from his balding pate, and his 
breath was increasingly short. Stephanie smiled. 
    "You're excited, lover!" she said. "I like that. I can use that!" 
    He looked up, perplexed. "Use? Huh?" 
    Stephanie laughed evily. 
    "I mean use your state of excitement so you never see it coming," 
she growled. He looked confused again, but kept licking. 
    "See wha comin?" he mouthed clumsily. 
    "This," Steph said calmly. 
    She suddenly locked one foot behind his neck and used the other foot 
to push on his face, bending his head at an agonizing angle, the sole of 
her foot covering his mouth and muffling his screams. 
    "Goodbye, asshole," she barked. 
    She pushed back hard on the top foot and felt his neck splinter 
against the foot behind his head. He twitched a couple of times and 
Stephanie looked down with a smile as she watched the front of his pants 
stain, a spreading wetness. She smelled the air, a familiar bleachy 
smell. The fucker had come as he died. 
    "At least he got what he wanted," she sighed to herself, getting out 
of the car and walking to where her instructor hid. 
    "That's an A kill if ever I saw one," the teacher said, clipboard in 
hand. "One of the best I've ever seen." 
    Stephanie smiled. 
    "Of course," she said. "I study hard." 

    Back at the AGS, things were relatively quiet, as most girls were 
out on assignments. Very few rooms were in use now, and the muffled 
sounds of a prolonged death came from behind the closed door of one of 
them. 
    "Beg," Kathy said, standing in the middle of the room wearing only a 
tiny white thong and braids in her hair. "Come on, beg me for your 
life." 
    The young man knelt at her feet, kissing them, caressing them, 
crying on them, and he begged. 
    "Please, please, please Mistress Kathy, please let me live, let me 
live," he sobbed, his chest heaving as he cried. "I'll do anything for 
you, anything!" 
    "That could be interesting, yes, anything at all, hmm?" she teased, 
before snapping "Fool! I'm one of the richest supermodels in the world, 
you think I can't have what I want anyway? Now beg me like you mean it! 
Tell me something I want to hear!!" 
    But all he could come up with was pitiful squeals, pathetic 
ramblings about loving life and having many things to do and how 
beautiful she was and she was the fairest of them all. Kathy stood, arms 
folded, making "Yeah, yeah" motions with her face until he fell face 
forward, his mouth securely around her long toes, sucking them as a 
whore would suck a cock. 
    "Ahhh, that's more like it, yesssss, blow my toes, perform oral sex 
on them, make love to my feet, that's nice," she hissed, squeezing her 
brown nipples in her strong hands. 
    The doomed man picked up the pace, stroking the tender inside of 
Kathy's long feet as he sucked all five toes of one foot into his mouth, 
his tongue languishing over them slowly, making love to them, between 
them. His cock throbbed in his tight slave pants, threatening to bust 
out of them. Kathy came with a shudder and clamp of her meaty thighs 
together. She looked down and shook his face away. He looked up at her, 
imploringly. 
    "Did...did I do well, Mistress?" 
    She smiled. "Yes, very well. I'll let you live." 
    She turned to walk toward the door. He stood up, smiling. She turned 
back to face him. 
    "NOT!!!" 
    She ran and jumped before he could react and with a perfectly 
executed stagger kick, smashed his nose to a red strip of busted 
cartilage with the bottom of her right foot. He crashed against the 
wall, his head smacking it hard, a cut opening up in the back. She ran 
and leaped again, this time a vicious sidekick taking out three front 
teeth and bloodying his lips. He slid to the floor, slumped to a sitting 
position, barely awake. In less than five seconds, she'd rendered his 
head an oozing mass of blood, open wounds and busted bones and teeth. 
    "I'm sorry, did I say you did a good job?" she teased, walking up to 
him and headlocking him to his feet to hiproll him to his back on the 
hard cement floor. "I meant to say you did a GREAT job!!! Your reward is 
that I didn't kill you sooner!!" 
    "'leeze....leez..." he begged, trying to mouth the word 'please' 
through shattered teeth and smashed lips. 
    Kathy smiled as he looked up at her. She lifted her foot up above 
his face. He cowered in fear, closing his eyes. The next thing he knew, 
a white-hot sheet of pain was coursing up from his crotch, through his 
belly and making vomit geyser out of his bloody mouth, covering his 
face. Kathy's expected stomp had gone south and she was now literally 
standing on his balls, grinding them both beneath her heel. 
    "Die, little man, die," she growled, squeezing down hard, the nut 
meat popping like bubble-wrap packaging material as she did. 
    The blood bubbled up in his throat and mixed with a never-ending 
stream of vomit that finally choked him to death. Kathy pulled her foot 
from the dead man's crotch and walked out.    
    "I get so much more work done when no one else is around," she 
giggled to herself in the quiet school hallway. 

    The school wasn't quite empty. Kate sat in her room, her private 
bedroom, not a killing room, with Raoul, a male victim she had 
befriended. It was a violation of school policy, which mandated never 
making friends with people you may have to kill, including the staff. 
There had been occasions when a teacher's aide needed the ultimate 
discipline, for example. 
    But Kate and Raoul had hit it off, even in the preliminary classes 
early on when she was using her long, slender feet to maul his balls to 
paste. She finished up one day as everyone was leaving the class, his 
nuts clenched in her slim toes, milking them, squeezing them and finally 
making him come all over her shins and feet. He loved it and so did she. 
They had hit it off and sealed their fate. 
    "I have to kill you, Raoul, you know that," Kate said sadly, as she 
sat on the edge of her bed in a short white summer dress, her feet 
encased in white nylon slippers. "Please, forgive me." 
    "Senorina, I was a dead man the minute they brought me here, many 
months ago," the handsome young Latino said. "I thank you for extending 
my life, even as I jeopardized your own." 
    "I have to kill you with me feet, Raoul, you know that," she said, 
tears in her eyes. 
    "Ci, I know this, but it will be a pleasure to die at the feet, by 
the feet, of the world's most beautiful woman," he said, kneeling before 
her to kiss Kate's feet. 
    She burst into tears and lay back on the bed. Raoul lay beside her, 
caressing her, kissing her long arms, that slender neck, her small 
breasts. Soon, they were naked, his long hard cock laced by her fingers 
as she guided him to her. He was on top of her and gently slipped his 
prick inside her hairless pussy, fucking her easily, slowly, prolonging 
the inevitable. 
    "I thank you for this last time, my lover," he said, eyes closed as 
he nuzzled her neck that was wet with her tears. "I will always love 
you." 
    She sobbed as she came and felt his orgasm build in her, the mammoth 
head of his dark cock swelling deep in her womb. 
    "Oh, Raoul, please, please forgive me," she cried, lifting her long 
legs up alongside his body now, scissoring his neck in her feet, placing 
the soles around his throat and the toes and heels touching, locking him 
in securely. 
    She squeezed. His face reddened, then turned blue - and he never 
lost that tiny smile. He exploded within her in tiny, gentle strokes, 
thick ribbons of his hot come slicing up inside her skinny belly as she 
squeezed, squeezed, squeezed, his face purple, his eyes bulging. And 
when he stopped coming, he stopped living, slumping forward atop the 
world's most beautiful supermodel, in his eyes. She lay still and cried 
until his cock slipped from her. 
    "Goodbye, Raoul," she said, sliding out from under him and leaving 
the room, not looking back. 
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