GETTING A KICK OUT OF THE BUSINESS By Kandor This is one of an ongoing series of stories about an all-female assassination company (This is one of an ongoing series of stories about an all-female company of assassins. 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....) Ronaldo waited in the limo for the girls to arrive. As one of the world's richest men, he had no tolerance for waiting long. The last time his men failed to deliver on time, they were summarily fired. No questions asked. He didn't wait long today. Two women, young ones, in their early 20s, with long legs, gorgeous feet, athletic bodies, came along quickly and willingly on the arms of Ronaldo's beefy bodyguards. They got in next to Ronaldo, a girl on either side. "Ladies," Ronaldo said, as the limo pulled away. "I assume you were told what needs to be done." "Yeah, we have to fight each other, use karate, judo, whatever we want," one girl said. "And then we make the other suck our toes?" finished the second. "That's it? And for that we get $5,000 each? For the afternoon?" Ronaldo smiled. He knew the whole story but wouldn't tell them. If they knew, they'd have never gotten in. "Right, that's it, pure and simple," Ronaldo said, looking each girl up and down. "Easy money." The girls giggled with delight and started telling Ronaldo about themselves. He half listened, not caring, seeing only their feet in their sexy sandals, painted toenails, high, sexy insteps. His cock rose and he recalled some of the better fights the Gang of Five had hosted. It wasn't a long ride to the warehouse. The limo pulled into an underground garage known only to those who used the warehouse. Ronaldo got out, a girl on each arm, and walked through the grimy subbasement to a rickety elevator that brought them up to the room. A huge fighting ring stood in the middle, ropes, mats, the whole works. The girls were impressed. "So, we fight in there?" said Debby, a lithe blonde with muscular legs and full, supple feet. "No shit, that's cool," said Nancy, her friend, a taller, thinner dirty blonde with sinewy legs and long, angular toes. "What do we fight in?" Debby asked as they approached the ring. "These," Ronaldo said, retrieving a pair of tiny white g-strings. "These OK?" Debby looked pleased. "Mmm, yeah, I've got just the ass for those." "We'll see, we'll see," Nancy retorted with a laugh, slapping her friend on the shoulder. "Look, you two, lose the friendship shit," Ronaldo snapped. "It's a war in there and the nastier it gets, the more of this you get." He whipped out a wad of bills, easily 10 grand worth, maybe more. The girls' eyes lit up like Christmas trees. "CUNT!!" Debby screamed at Nancy. "WHORE!!" Nancy barked back. And then they giggled and walked off to change. Ronaldo shook his head. "They better do a good job this time," a voice from the darkness said. "The last couple of fights have been lame." Ronaldo shrugged and walked to the side of the ring where four well- dressed men sat on plush chairs, just out of the light. He sat in the middle of them. "Hey, look, I do the best I can, you know?" he said to the men on both sides. "I'd be happy to let you clowns pick up the slack and find the girls." "Now, Ronaldo, c'mon, he didn't mean anything by it, you know how Paulson is," whispered the man to Ronaldo's left. "Yeah, a complete fucking asshole," Ronaldo said, not softly, looking right at Paulson when he said it. "Hey, hey, come on, let's enjoy the fight," another man said as the women strolled back in and got in the ring, their beautiful, creamy white bodies glowing in the ring lights. They got in and looked out for an audience but could see none. "Mister?" Nancy said, shielding her eyes, looking out for Ronaldo. "Right here, hon," Ronaldo said from the darkness. "You girls go ahead and start, we'll just watch from here." "What about the money?" Debby asked. "We'd give it to you now, but you've got nowhere to put it, now do you?" Ronaldo said. The girls laughed and looked down at their near naked bodies. They circled each other, smiling. The men grumbled. "Girls, there's an extra thousand for the first one to draw blood, another five thousand for the winner, and then another five thousand for the girl who makes the other girl come - with her feet," Ronaldo announced. "That's 16 grand in all for the girl lucky enough to do all three." Seconds later, Debby was a thousand bucks richer as she lashed out with her long, strong leg and caught Nancy flush in the nose with the bottom of her foot, cracking it and unleashing a torrent of blood down the taller girl's creamy tits and hard belly. Nancy went down to her knees, dazed, and Debby unloaded a barrage of front face kicks to the eyes, the mouth, the nose, that flattened her friend to her back. "Sorry, babe, but money talks," Debby said calmly, walking around behind the fallen woman. "YEAH!" screamed Paulson from his seat. "Atta girl, fucking waste her!!" Ronaldo smiled. This would work out after all. Debby was ruthless in her attack, sitting down behind Nancy and scooping her into a crushing headscissors. Debby had long, thick, muscular thighs and used them to squeeze Nancy into a state of blue-face that the men thought might be fatal. But then Debby folded a meaty calf up into Nancy's crushed throat for a figure four and then folded up the other leg to rub her sexy heel into the trapped girl's mouth. "Suck it," Debby growled, brutally twisting her calf into Nancy's throat to crack her mouth open. "Lick and suck that foot!" Nancy cried and obeyed, snaking out her long, pink tongue to lather Debby's heel. The blonde moved the foot around now so Nancy's hot tongue could caress the sole of her soft, sexy foot, then the toes. She was sucking each one like a small cock now, and Debby's was rolling her eyes in pleasure, thrusting her pussy hard against the back of Nancy's thigh- strapped head. She was soon coming, snapping her hips hard, thundering her muscular thighs on Nancy's face. When she finished, she straightened her long legs out for a straight-on headscissors, her ankles locked, and her heels banging right into the V of Nancy's pussy. "GIVE UP!!!" Debby screamed, arching her back, putting hundreds of pounds of pressure in the scissors. Nancy yelled her surrender and Debby let up only a little, to slam her locked heels into Nancy's pussy. She began rubbing them now, grinding her heels on Nancy's clit. The trapped blonde moaned in pleasure and pain, rubbing her hands on Debby's big thighs as she humped up into her feet, trying to fight off the inevitable. "No...can't come...money..." Nancy growled, eyes closed, her face a sheet of red from the bloody beating her friend had put on her. "You'll come..." Debby hissed, rubbing her feet harder on Nancy's wet cunt. "You always do..." And she did, with a shudder and snap of her slim hips. Debby smiled and unlocked her thighs from her friend's head to stand up and face the darkness in which five of the richest men in the world sat. "OK, I'm the winner, I drew first blood, I made her come with my feet," Debby said. "Where's my money..where's our money?" "You'll get what's coming to you, I swear," Ronaldo said, and then the ring went dark. When the girls awoke from being hit over the head, they were tied down, spread-eagle, and each of the five men were taking turns fucking them. They screamed. "Scream all you like, no one can hear, this is our building, we own it, no one comes here, except us," Ronaldo said, watching Paulson pound Debby and Marks hump Nancy. "And I've already come!" He laughed at his own joke as Paulson unloaded his nuts into Debby and Marks did likewise to Nancy. All the men had their shots and had returned to their seats for their briefcases to return to their work of fucking other people, figuratively this time, out of their fortunes. "You....bastard...." Debby growled as two huge bodyguards untied them to lead them away. "What're you gonna do now, ship us off to some white slave market so we won't talk?" Ronaldo smiled. "No, nothing so dramatic." He pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Nancy's forehead. A small crack followed. The hole wasn't big in front, but exploded out the back of the blonde's pretty head. She dropped like a stone at Debby's feet. "There, that's much neater than worrying about you escaping from some silly white slave thing," Ronaldo said, aiming his gun at a shocked Debby. He left for his limo. The bodyguards cleaned up the mess. Suze looked at the sheaf of papers on her desk in a folder entitled "The Gang of Five." She looked up at the seven girls before her and smiled. They would handle it nicely. "These 'men', for lack of a better term, five of the richest, most ruthless businessmen in the world, have a penchant for women's feet," Suze said to the women in her office. They smiled. Carol looked down at her feet, which were next to Kate's. It was a tossup whose were sexier. The girls looked at each other and laughed. "And they like martial arts, they like to see women mix it up with each other," Suze continued. "They kidnap, they rape, they kill. And they will be stopped. By you ladies." The room erupted in cheers. Suze raised a hand to quiet them. "Carol, Pam, here, you take Johnson, here's his dossier," Suze said, sliding the papers across the desk. "Helena, Eva, here you do Rollins. Judit, you take Mr. Marks here. And Gabby, you take Paulson. He's the biggest, strongest, most assholiest...and you're the most muscular gal we have. Perfect match." The girls took their papers, studied them, talked among themselves to plan their attacks. "Hey, what about Ronaldo, the leader of this Gang of Five?" Kate asked. "Who gets him?" Suze smiled. The girls nodded. "I do," Suze cooed. "But just for starters. Then we all take a shot at him, to be fair. OK?" The girls laughed and scattered, eager to begin working. Pam and Carol strolled into the Johnson Manufacturing Co. building through the back entrance. Johnson's office was high in the multi-story building, overlooking a city he owned a good share of. He had no bodyguards, most of the rich men didn't. They felt their money made them invincible, that no one could touch the wealthy. It made them the most vulnerable marks. The two beautiful killers, a perfect contrast in black- and blonde- haired splendor, went up the stairs so they wouldn't be seen, a 25-story jaunt, which in the tight short skirts they wore and high heels, would not be easy for ordinary women. But they hiked it easily, their long calf muscles flowing and flexing and tightening up nicely, which would be an added benefit once they got to the office of Johnson, a confirmed leg man. They hid around a corner and used a cell phone to call Johnson's secretary, lure her away from her desk on a bogus pick-up errand. She left and the women sauntered into the man's plush office. He looked up, startled and then amused. "Well, what have we here?" he asked, putting his hands back behind his head, his feet up. "My birthday strip-o-gram? Those fuckers, I thought they forgot!" Carol and Pam smiled at each other, then back at Johnson. Perfect timing. "Yes, you're onto us, Mr. Johnson, you wittle birthday boy!" Carol teased, leaning over his desk and tweaking his cheek, tapping it with her hand. "Now just watch us work and, uh, we'll take care of whatever comes up!" He fairly glowed with excitement and punched his intercom. "Hillary, hold all business for the next hour or so. All business...Hillary? Where the fuck is that woman?" A few seconds later, Hillary answered breathlessly. "I'm sorry, sir, there was a call ... no one was there...anyway, yes, all calls, yes sir," she rasped into the intercom. Johnson hit a button on his desk and the bolt on his office door slid shut.The girls smiled. "We will not be bothered," he said. "Continue." Carol and Pam did an impromptu strip, never having done one before. They'd been taught a few things by Paulina, who on her last kill posed as a stripper, and they used what she'd told them to perfection. Johnson growled and rubbed his crotch through his pants as Carol bent at the waist, stroking her own feet, her short skirt rising over the back of her garter-belt-and-nylon clad legs, the skirt rising higher when Pam helped slide it up. Johnson moaned louder when the girls touched each other, and that was their cue to increase that action. Pam rubbed Carol's long thighs, massaging her lean calves, caressed her black heels. Johnson was beside himself. The girls stood now, Pam in white, Carol in black, both in push-up bras, garters and nylons. Pam stood facing Carol and thrust one long leg up at her face in a mock karate kick. Carol ducked to one side to avoid the point of Pam's heel, and caught her leg in both hands, guiding Pam's foot to her mouth and sucking that heel into it like a long, pointy cock. She fellated the heel until it shone wet with her spit, then began licking the shoe up the side, then the instep where she gently ran her tongue over the nylon-clad skin. "Oh, yeah, that's it, that's it...." Johnson growled, his hand working feverishly under his desk. Carol pushed Pam to the floor as they continued their mock battle. She raised a foot and slammed it down between Pam's spread legs, stopping just short of her exposed pussy; neither girl wore panties. Looking dominant, Carol then stood with her hands on her hips as she slid the long heel on her black shoe inside the wet pussy lips of her fallen friend. Pam moaned loudly and caressed the lean calf of Carol as she wetly fucked her cunt lips with her shoe. "Oh, fuck, yesssss...." Johnson hissed, eyes rolling in his head as he beat off. "Mmmmm, Mr. Johnson, would you like us to help you with that?" Carol said, walking with Pam, arm in arm, to the desk. "Yes, please, by all means," Johnson said, standing up, his fat cock bobbing out of the zipper of his $500 Armani suit. The girls laughed and pushed him back down in his chair, sitting on the desk before him. They plopped their feet in his lap, Carol using her right foot to slide up the side of his cock, Pam using her left. They captured his oozing pecker in their foot grip and started jacking him off, a two-woman foot job. "Never...had this before...and I've had everything..." Johnson hissed, looking down in amazement as the two beautiful women worked his hard prick in their foot embrace. "Mmm, never?" Pam cooed. "You, Mr. Rich Pants, never bought this?" He shook his head, eyes closed, going with the impending orgasm that would flood the girls' pretty shoes. "Never?" Carol continued. "You, a man who can buy women to fight each other, fuck each other, make each other come?" Johnson twitched. His mind returned from his orgasmic state enough for him to at least hear what she was saying, but not letting it go beyond that. He wasn't thinking clearly, he was almost coming. "You, who can fuck a tied-up woman who has just fought her soul out for a few lousy bucks, you couldn't get at least two of them to at least jack you off in their feet?" Pam said, as she and Carol squeezed their shoes harder on the cock trapped between them, getting him closer. Johnson's brow furrowed, his eyes still closed. He was starting to think a little clearer, but his orgasm was close, too close, for him to be rational at this point. He didn't see Carol reach down and pull the cap off the heel on the shoe jerking him off, exposing the pinpoint tip. His cock was a sheen of fluid, the precum soaking it. "Gonna....come...don't...fucking...stop!!" he screamed. Pam and Carol looked at each other and nodded. Just as Johnson bucked his hips, a sure signal he was going to unload a jet of jizz from his pulsating cockhead, Pam slipped off the desk and grabbed his meaty cock firmly in one hand, steadying it for Carol, who raised her foot high and slammed it down - the point of her specially sharpened five- inch heel slicing easily straight into his cock hole, threading down the prick tube, and skewering the base of his cock. He couldn't scream. His eyes popped open, his mouth cracked wide and nothing came out. He looked down where Carol Alt was holding her foot steady, the heel of her shoe imbedded down the shaft of his cock and Pam Anderson was holding his dick for her, and he couldn't scream. "Hey, where's the cream filling?" Carol said, leaning into his shocked face, inches away as she ground her heel into his cock. The scream came, loud and high-pitched, but lasted only a millisecond before Pam jumped up and clamped a hand over his mouth. She bent him back in his big leather chair, his head hanging off the back, Carol still impaled on his cock. She slipped her legs up and over his head, encasing his face in her muscled assmeat, and standing on crossed feet, putting intense pressure on his scissored skull. He screamed again, but this time the vibrations of his efforts rippled quietly inside Pam's suffocating rump. His trembling hands tried to rip Carol's foot from his cock, but Pam reached down and dragged his arms back at a brutal, awkward angle, pulling back so hard she dislocated his shoulders. She let them go and they dangled uselessly at his sides. "Bust his jaw," Carol said to Pam and Pam reintensified her inner thigh squeeze until the hard muscles and tendons shattered the bones in Johnson's trapped face. She let go the scissors and stepped off; he couldn't scream now if he wanted to, his face wouldn't work to let it happen. "Finish it," Pam told Carol. The dark-haired beauty smiled and pulled her foot from her shoe that was imbedded in Johnson's cock. A ring of blood oozed out of the hole around the heel of the shoe and ran down his prick, to his bloated balls. She left the shoe there, his cock still hard, and it stayed up straight, the empty leather bobbing at the end of his mangled prick. She took the cap off her other heel now and lifting her foot, drove it straight down through the hairy nut package of his balls, slamming it so hard, it easily popped through the meat, the seat cushion, and stabbed the heavy wooden base below. The impact was so severe, that the sole of Carol's sexy black shoe pressed his nuts flat into the cushion, a geyser of blood exploding from the wound. She slipped the shoe off and got her bag, as did Pam. Both women cleaned up to leave, with Carol retrieving another pair of shoes from her tote. They looked at Johnson in his chair, eyes dead in his head, jaws shattered and purpose, and a pair of expensive women's shoes imbedded in his cock and balls, his life ebbing away in a river of red running down his chair to the white rug below. "Boy, I hate losing a good pair of shoes like that," Carol sighed. "Next time, we use yours." The girls laughed and slipped out a back door. Rollins jogged alone in the secluded section of the park, as he always did. Helena and Eva followed, at a distance, watching to make sure there was no one around. It was late in the day, near sunset. No one was near. The girls jogged closer, then ahead of the middle-aged businessman. They felt his eyes bore holes in their asses and for good reason: They were barely covered. Helena wore tiny red running shorts and Eva wore equally short and exposing white ones, their world-class asses twitching with sweaty, hunching muscle as they ran. They looked back over their shoulders and smiled. "You like what you see, don't you?" Helena teased, taking pleasure in watching Rollins try to catch up to them. "Come on, old man, come on!" hissed Eva, keeping several paces ahead of him. "Old...man...my....ass..." Rollins huffed, groaning as they approached a long hill. The girls easily jaunted up it, darting into the bushes ahead of him. As he rasped his way to the top, he stopped, bent over, hands on knees, looking around for them. A pair of hands reached out and hauled him into the bushes and down the far side of the hill, to the base of an abandoned park building. They pushed him up against the wall and stood facing him. He was breathless. "So you caught up to us, huh?" Eva laughed. "Mmm, what will you do with us now?" cooed Helena, her slate-gray eyes narrowed in mock sternness. Rollins laughed and caught his breath. "You two...fantastic.." he said, eyeing them up and down, and settling on Helena, "Hey, I know you...you're one of those pretty chicks on 'Friends', right?" Helena rolled her eyes. "I always get that," she said. "No, I'm not. I just look like her. Only prettier." "Yeah, I'll say," Rollins growled, making a move toward Helena. She grabbed his approaching wrists and twisted them up behind him in a double hammerlock. She was face to face with him, smiling, her sweaty tits heaving against his chest, her crotch pressed to his. She felt him move. "Oooo, what have we here?" she hissed, grinding her pussy onto his stiffening cock. "You like, no?" "I like, yes!" he exclaimed, going breathless again, squirming against her strong hands. "My God, you're so powerful...never had that before...Christ, it feels...." "Good?" Eva added, standing to the side, running her hands up Rollins' sweatpants-covered legs to fondle his big nuts and squeeze his stiff prick as it pressed into Helena's crotch. "You like being womanhandled, Mr. Rollins?" He stopped moving, his eyes jolting open into Helena's. "How...my name, how, uh?" he stammered. "It's our business to know," Helena said through clenched teeth, punching his arms up higher on his back until he winced in pain. "Business? What do you ... hey, my arms, that fucking hurts....mean?" he grumbled. "We're killers," Eva said, squeezing his nuts now until he moaned and struggled more. "We're going to kill you." He looked down at the beautiful blonde with her hair pulled back and the thin, wiry legs, then into Helena's eyes. No way, he thought to himself, not if he gets the blonde's hands off his nuts. "Wha...why? Who the fuck are you?" he growled. "We're killers, paid assassins, and you, you dick, you are part of the Gang of Five that will soon be the Gang of Zero, once we're done," Helena said calmly, pulling his arms up so far his back now she could hear tendons grinding above his cries of pain. "You...cunt!! You can't do this to me..I'm.....I'm...." he stuttered. "Rich? Powerful? Untouchable?" Helena said. "Oh, please, what good will your money do you when we have you nuts stretched between two trees?" Eva looked up at Helena and laughed. "We will?" the beautiful blonde asked. Helena shrugged and smiled. "Just thought of it. Not bad, huh?" Rollins moved hard against Helena. Eva stood and took his balls with her, pulling them up and back between his legs. He screamed and then went stiff with agony as Helena yanked up hard on his hammerlocked arms, popping the shoulders free of the sockets. He slumped against her, and the beautiful woman stepped aside, letting him crash to the leafy floor of the secluded section of the park, face first. Helena lifted a sneaker and slammed it down on the side of his face, standing full on it with one foot, perfectly balanced as she ground the other side of his face into the first. She switched feet, jumping from one to the other, back and forth, pounding his head into the ground, laughing. Eva quickly stripped his sweats from him, leaving him naked from the waist down. She sat on his legs and grabbed his balls, twisting them in her strong hands, both of them, separating each nut in each hand and pulling them apart. He howled in agony under the pounding feet of Helena who continued to dance on his head. The pretty black-haired girl stopped dancing and turned Rollins' face up. She slipped off one sweaty sneaker and started rubbing the grimy toes into his face, up his nose, in his mouth, torturing him with it as Eva continued to pump his nuts, squeezing each in her hands, like she were milking a cow. "Smell 'em," Helena hissed, popping her toes up his nose. "Smell my toes!! We've been running all fucking afternoon waiting for you, they oughta be nice and ripe by now!!" Rollins groaned, unable to move, his arms flopping against the ground like strands of wet spaghetti. His entire lower section was on fire, the strong hands of Eva popping one nut in one hand, the other in her other hand, back and forth, taking turns ruining his manhood. Occasionally, she'd jack his cock to life, make it stiff, and then reach up with her sneakered feet to stomp it down again. They were right, he thought to himself, they were killing him. "Good job, Eva, nice separation," Helena said, looking down at her partner's handiwork. "Nice and swollen, both of them. This should be easy. Get the twine, would you? It's in my pack. I always carry rope, you just never know. Like today, for example!" Eva jumped up and unzipped Helena's fanny pack while the beautiful woman continued to knead Rollins' moaning face in her sweaty feet before slipping back into her sneakers and walking around between his legs. He slid them together, and she booted them apart. She signaled to Eva. "Keep these open, hon," Helena said. Eva sat on Rollins' belly, leaning forward and using her feet to spread his legs. Helena smiled and nudged his tortured balls with her sneakered foot. His cock stiffened, even in the pain he was suffering. "Pathetic," Helena said, stepping back a bit and cocking her long leg back. "All this agony and they still get stiff. Fucking animals." She let fly her foot and the toe of her sneaker slammed meatily into Rollins' nuts. He screamed a guttural, bloody scream as Helena powdered his nuts again and again with her foot, the impact flipping his stiff cock back where it banged off Eva's crotch, tickling her clit through the thin fabric of her tight shorts. She smiled, eyes closed, and as his cock softened, which it had to do against the pain in his nuts, she grabbed it, keeping it hard, rubbing it on her pussy as Helena continued the foot attack on his battered balls. After five minutes of constant kicking, she stepped forward and flattened his nut package against the ground with the sole of her sneaker, grinding it in the dirt. Then she stopped and backed away, as Eva humped herself to an orgasm, mashing his now-soft prick into her wet crotch. Helena smile. "Get up, girl, there's work to do," she said. They stood Rollins up and looped twine around his wrists, dragging him over to a pair of trees about 10 feet apart. They strung the twine tight around the upper trunks of the trees, his arms stretched tight and out to the sides, above his head, shredding the already torn tissue of his shoulder sockets and causing him to black out in agony. Eva dropped before him and started sucking his limp cock, at the same time tying the twine around his left nut, and then another length around the other. A third piece she looped around his now stiff cock. Helena took the ends of the ropes that held his nuts, and threw one over a tree branch to the front and right of Rollins, the other over a branch to the other side. The cock rope went over a branch directly before him. She managed to gather all three in her hand and them tight, tugging at his nuts and cock. He woke up, head lolling to the side, drool oozing from his mouth. "Wha....?" he groggily asked, focusing on the Helena standing before him, the ends of the ropes in her hand, and Eva at his feet, his stiff cock working in and out of her pretty mouth. "Wha...?" he asked in confusion, watching Eva blow him but wondering about the ropes attached to his genitals. "Finish him," Helena said, giving the ropes a tug that Rollins felt. Eva picked up the pace and brought him to orgasm. Rollins tilted his head back, oblivious now to the pain in his arms that were stretched between the two trees. He blasted on huge arc of come deep into Eva's sucking mouth and then she was gone, the feeling and the woman replaced by extreme agony. His eyes shot open to see his feet swing up off the ground, the two women hauling back on the ropes. The twine strung tight around his nuts, each one, and his cock, which stopped spouting spunk now, as they lifted him, by the prick and balls, completely off the ground. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Rollins screamed in pain as his nuts ballooned up against the rope, his cock swelling to twice its thickness as his entire body weight was held up against it. Eva ran around and untied the ropes holding his arms. He swung completely upside down now by his genitals. Helena bounced him up and down a couple of times, laughing as his gurgled screams were clouded by the blood welling up inside his throat. The two girls tied the ropes off to the trees and watched him swing by the cock and balls. "Gimme a push!" Helena yelped, and jumped up on Rollins, wrapping her arms around his waist, her rugged thighs around his neck and head, squeezing the cries off in her scissors. Eva giggled and pushed the two of them, swinging them back and forth harder and harder, the rope cutting tighter into his cock and nuts. It only took a few swings more before the rope slid together all the way, exploding his balls in a mist of gory liquid, red and white; he hung solely by the cock now until Helena jerked down on him with her arms and legs and yanked his pecker free as well. He crashed headfirst to the ground, and she rolled off him, a river of blood coursing from his crotch where once his genitals dwelled. His nuts no longer existed in any form; flattened bags of red goo lay on the forest floor in a pile of leaves, and his rope-severed cock twitched in a shriveled lump nearby. "Whew, quite a workout, huh, Eva?" Helena asked, stretching her foot up behind her, loosening her quads for the return run through the park. It was dark now. Eva looked around as they jogged off. "Think anyone will bother us?" she asked Helena. The sexy killer sighed as she jumped over the dead body of the rich man in the fall leaves. "I can only hope," she said, and the two laughed. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's good, that's good, that's soooooo fucking good," Marks growled, head back, his hands wrapped around the pounding feet of Kate that were locked around his hard cock. Kate had caught up with him in the coffee shop around the corner from his office. He bought a cup and was on his way out when he saw her sitting near the door, long legs crossed, her sandal-wrapped foot bouncing sexily. She looked at him and winked. He stopped, made conversation, and was now driving along in his car, Kate leaning back against the Saab's passenger door, her feet in his lap, footing him off. The soft soles of her incredibly long feet caressed his stiff cock, taking him to the brink of orgasm. She stopped and smiled. "No, don't stop, don't stop!" Marks cried out, running his hand through his white hair, exasperated. "Please, it's not good for me!" She laughed. "Got a bad ticker, do you? Is that it?" She knew it was. He'd had three heart attacks in the last five years. He was 55, smoked heavily, drank more, and ate all the wrong foods. How he lived this long was beyond her, but one thing was certain: He wouldn't live much longer. She pumped his cock slowly again, and it oozed precum which coated her feet, lubricating them nicely. As he wound his way through heavy city traffic at the end of the work day, he nearly drove into other cars from the joy. "Gonna....come....." he growled. For an older guy, he gave up a lot of nutsauce, Kate thought to herself, as she watched a gallon of spunk ribbon out of his cock and coat her endlessly pumping feet. She jacked him clean, unloading every drop, making his softening cock slap against the comey mess of her foot. He moved against the constant motion, trying to get her to stop. "Please...that was good, but now it kinda hurts, tickles, you know," he whined. Kate clamped down harder, staring into his eyes, pursing her full lips. "You'll come again," she growled, scissoring his cock harder in her come-sloppy feet. "I say you will, you will." He looked gamely back at her and drove off in traffic. Sure enough, his cock stiffened again, miraculously. It felt good. But his chest started to ache. In less than 10 minutes, she'd squeezed another good- sized load from him, the latest mixing with the first layer of spunk already coating her pretty feet. She kept going and he slumped. "Please...I'm amazed you did what you did, but I can't take it..." he said hoarsely. "Too good, it's too good...." Kate smiled and told him to pull into a nearby parking garage. "To the roof," she growled. "All the way to the roof." He pulled up and parked in a far corner, where no one was around. Kate continued to stroke his comey cock in her spermed-up feet. He groaned in pain and pleasure and clutched at his chest, his head back, eyes closed. He came again, a much smaller load, oozing out a watery load to wash down Kate's tireless feet. Her sandals were completely covered in come now. And she didn't stop. "Please!! You gotta quit, I'm dry, no more, no more!!" Marks cried out, hands on his head, his cock trying to wither in the comey juncture of Kate's pumping feet. Just then the back door of his car opened and Judit slid in. "Buenos nochas," she said in her native Spanish tongue, putting her pretty blonde head on Marks' shoulder, looking over into his startled eyes. "Friend of mine," Kate said. "She'll help you come again." Judit sat back and lifted her legs to Marks' slumping shoulders. She wore leather pumps which she slowly took off in his face. The lifelong foot man could not deny the feeling of watching two slender, red-nailed feet twist and flex before his eyes; his cock stiffened again in Kate's feet. The women smiled. "Mmmm, you like these feet, huh?" Judit asked sexily, turning her toes back and forth before him, locking her slim ankles around his neck, slowing the blood to his brain in her scissor grip. "Watch my toes, Mr. Marks, watch them dance!" Marks was so caught up in the sight of a beautiful woman's feet in his face and another's jerking him off he didn't even notice that perfect strangers knew his name. He humped up with his cock, reached up with his hands and caressed Judit's dancing digits with trembling fingers. He stretched his tongue out and barely tickled her toes with the end of it. She laughed and squeezed with her ankles, cutting off more blood flow to his brain. Stars swam before his eyes and his chest burned. He didn't care. His cock rippled out another small load of come over the churning feet of Kate. "One more and we'll call it quits," Kate said, hunching her feet up and down faster and faster, not letting his cock wither. "Yeah, come for me, please, I wanna see," Judit said, rubbing her toes into his face now, letting him lick and suckle them. "Then maybe you can come in MY feet!!" "No....please...can't..." Marks grumbled, but not stopping the mouth work on Judit's pretty feet. And again he came, with huge, hip-snapping motions on his part that produced very little spunk. But as he did, as he labored through his fifth orgasm in less than an hour, more orgasms than his cardiologist recommended he have in a month, his heart throbbed and fluttered out of control in his aching chest. Kate kept jerking, and Judit kept rubbing her feet in his face. "You said....that was it....please...heart...no...." he begged, face ashen now as he slumped back in the seat, Judit's lean calves chewing at his neck, squeezing the blood off to his brain. "Die," Kate said, finally putting her feet down on the floor, a stream of old come following them, staining the seats, his pants, everything it touched. "Die, you murderer, die for all the girls you had killed just so you could watch them fight and fuck, die you piece of shit!" Marks looked at her with fading eyes. The pain coursed through his body, his arms, his shoulders, his chest. His heart was slowing, dying. Judit squeezed her calves and what little blood was left flowing through his body powered by a severely taxed heart was cut off. With a twitch and a moan, he died. The girls cleaned up, laughing, got into Judit's car and drove away. Marks wouldn't be found until the next day. Paulson was running fast for a guy his size and his age, Gabby thought as he got ahead of her in the deep woods behind his house. She'd come to his home, where he lived alone, and made a bogus pitch to him about running an adventure program in which he might be interested, one that involved rugged, muscular, athletic women like her chasing men through wooded courses, catching them, and then having wild sex on the spot. It was such total bullshit, Gabby thought as she was saying it, it would be a miracle if she didn't bust out laughing in the middle of the pitch. But Paulson bought it because he was a guy, she thought. Put the promise of sex at the end of any story, no matter how far-fetched and extreme, and he'll buy it, hook, line and cock-sinker. That's the way guys think: They don't. Gabby knew it and played it out. So now here she was, chasing a big millionaire through his secluded woodsy property, dressed in a shiny purple bikini (her uniform, she told him, peeling off her street clothes in his house), with a blow-dart gun that contained, she told him, paintballs. If she hit him in the leg, he had to stop and succumb to her sexual wishes. If he got a shot in the arm, he could keep going. Whatever body part was hit, he had to pretend it didn't work. "What a fucking loser," she sighed to herself as he took off running through the woods, she in hot pursuit. She waited by a clearing now, ahead of him. She'd circled around, knowing he'd have to go by here and she was right. Aiming the blow gun, she let fly a sharp dart. It hit him in leg. "Ouch!" he cried out, his hand grabbing his calf. "Got me!!" He looked at his hand expecting to see paint, even in the dark of sunset. He felt liquid, saw a little red and assumed it was paint. He ran off, laughing, ignoring the rule about playing that body part as dead. She smiled. In a minute, it would be: They weren't paintballs she was shooting, but darts full of a powerful anesthesia, enough to render whatever it hit, numb. She came around a corner and found him laying on his back, dragging his useless leg behind him. "Hey, what the fuck is this stuff?" he asked angrily as she walked over by his head, blocking his escape. "Anesthesia," she said simply. "Enough to paralyze you completely, if I keep doing this." She blew another dart into his other leg. He screamed; a minute later, both hung limply, numb from the knees down. She laughed and kicked them apart, pressing her foot into his crotch. "You cunt, what the fuck are you doing?" he roared, using his strong upper body to grab at her. She wisely stepped back, loaded up the gun, and blew off two quick shots, one into each biceps. He winced in pain and not long after, his arms hung limply at his sides as he sat up, spitting anger. "I'll fucking kill you, you whore!!" he screamed, his head bobbing around on a torso spouting dead arms and legs. "No you won't," Gabby said, pumping a quick dart into his face, numbing it, rendering him unable to speak or barely blink his eyes. Another shot to the back took him down. He lay, completely motionless, every part of his body numb - except one. "I know you can't talk, but I know you can feel this!" Gabby said, peeling off his pants and standing on his cock and balls. His eyes rolled in his head, the only part of him that could move. Gabby separated his balls and stood one foot on each one, under each instep, the top part of her feet scissoring his soft cock. She did a little dance, twisting from side to side, pasting his nuts to the hard ground beneath. Stepping back, she nudged his nuts back into shape, swelling them up fat and proud, only to draw her muscular leg back and slam it forward, her sharp toes crushing into his balls, popping them painfully. She continued the testicle assault for five minutes until drool ran from his paralyzed mouth. "Gotta run, my man, getting late," she said, sitting down between his legs, drawing her own legs up to her chest, cocking them into position. "Say Goodbye to your nuts!!" She drilled them forward, slamming her heels brutally hard into his balls, powdering them as she blasted them repeatedly. Grunting, she did it again and again, her quads pulsing with power from the exercise, her heels finding their target each time, crushing his balls, driving them back into his body, the sacks of meat bleeding internally and then finally disappearing up inside the nut holes. Only his cock remained in his crotch. Gabby laughed and stood up, grabbing a low-hanging tree branch that hung over them with both hands. Squeezing his limp dick in her clamped feet, she pulled up, stretching his cock into a thin fleshy strand of anguished meat. Then she rotated, spinning around, hand over hand, staying in the same place, but twisting that strand of cock flesh into a twirled mass of knotted meat, thinner and thinner as she slowly twisted it around. His closed eyes leaked tears that ran down his paralyzed face; as his cock finally tore free in a shower of blood, the sudden lack of tension flung it from the clamp of Gabby's feet deep into woods. She dropped down and wiped her feet clean on his dying face "Oh, hey, dumb fuck," she said, looking down at him. "There is no company, no game, no sex. There is, or was, the Gang of Five. And you're one less right now. You are dying, from the lack of blood that seems to be leaving where your cock once was. Have a good night." And she jogged off into the darkness, giggling as she stomped his severed cock on the way by. Suze stood in the ring in the abandoned warehouse. Ronaldo sat in the seats. The beautiful, 5-11 killer strode around it, then to the ropes, where she leaned on it, looking sexy in her black, low-cut dress, black heels on sexy feet. "Yes, I can get you all the girls you want, beautiful girls, very sexy and willing girls, all trained in the martial arts, any time you'd like, Ronaldo," Suze smiled into the darkness. Ronaldo got up and stepped forward, his face on a level with Suze's feet as she stood up in the ring. He stared at the open toed shoes, then up her long, powerful legs, then at Suze's dark eyes. He smiled. "I think we can do business together," she hissed, wiggling her foot. "Now suck my toes!" He looked stunned - and obeyed, putting his mouth to the exposed toes sticking out of the open toes. She wore no nylons and Ronaldo's hot tongue lathered the digits. Suze laughed and cracked open a cell phone she took from her purse. "Who you calling?" he asked, not taking his mouth from her sexy foot. "Oh, a few of the girls," Suze said. "I want to show you what we've got." Ronaldo was lost in the world of Suze's sexy foot, so much so he didn't notice that she would dial one number, wait, then hit a single button before calling another number. It was a pre-agreed upon code. The girls would be here soon. Suze took him to the center of the ring, sitting on a stool she'd dragged there, crossing her legs. He crawled on his belly and continued the suckfest on her pretty foot, then the other one. She laughed evil. Suddenly, the ring was full, a beautiful assassin in each corner, and one in the middle of each length of rope, eight in all, the eight fresh from killing missions. They stood silently, watching Ronaldo service their boss's feet. They wore only panties. Ronaldo finally caught sight of them and jerked to his knees, startled. Then he smiled. "Wow, they got here fast," he said to Suze, who stood up before him, rubbing his head as she peeled off her clothes to stand in white panties. "They work fast, Ronaldo," she said, bidding him to strip. He did, and stood up, his cock bobbing before him. "Mmm, not bad, not bad," she said, grabbing it and walking slowly around in a circle, taking him with her, eyes riveted to her. "It's unfortunate the rest of the gang couldn't be here." "Huh?" Ronaldo asked suspiciously. "Uh, what do you mean?" Suze slid her hand to his nuts, grabbed them and kneaded. He winced. "The gang, you fool, the so-called 'Gang of Five'," she continued, crunching down hard on his nuts. "That ring a bell as I ring your's?" He tried to pull away. She squeezed harder. The girls started clapping their hands, in a slow, building rhythm, chanting "Crush him...crush him....crush him...." "I...I don't know what you mean," Ronaldo squealed, his cock withering on her squeezing hand, sweat pouring down his panic- stricRonaldo face. Suze laughed. "Johnson?" she called out. "Stuck a shoe in his cock and balls, boss!" Carol cried out from her side of the ring. "Rollins?" Suze asked, eyes still trained on Ronaldo, still squeezing his nuts, still walking him in a tight circle. "Hung by the cock and balls!" Helena announced loudly. Ronaldo's eyes widened in horror. Suze's grip tightened. "Marks?" "Heart attack," Kate yelled. "But it started in my feet!!" The girls laughed and continued to clap, faster and faster, chanting louder and louder. "Paulson!" "He couldn't keep up doing the Twist with me!" Gabby hollered. "So I got his cock off in my feet! Literally!!" "NOOOOOOO!" Ronaldo yelled, pulling back, unable to escape as Suze squeezed harder. "Gang of Five is now the Gang of One," she said, mauling his nuts so hard the meat oozed between her strong fingers. "But not for long!" She spun around now, taking him with her, by the balls, once, twice, three times, finally letting him go where he bounced crazily into a corner occupied by Kate. She powered a long, thin leg up, connecting her sexy foot to his balls with a brutal splat. He hit his knees before her, face white. She grabbed him and lifted him up, latching onto his nuts and spinning around like Suze had, letting go and firing him into a rope where Gabby stood. She laughed and bent him over, clamping her muscular thighs on his ears for a standing headscissors, and wrapping her arms around his waist to lift him upside down against her chest. She dropped to her knees, standing him on his head, and reached between his legs to pummel his nuts with her fist. She let him go and spun him across the ring, landing him with a thud at Helena's feet. The beautiful woman lifted both feet, leaning on a corner post to do it, and slammed them down onto his agonized nuts. He curled up in a ball, but she lifted him by the nuts and spun him to the other side of the ring. And so it went, back and forth, bouncing him from woman to woman, who took turns using her hand, her feet, her knees, her shins, to destroy his nuts before rolling him to the destructive ways of another assassin. Suze watched, laughing, clapping with joy at each impact with Ronaldo's savaged sacks of ruined nut meat. Judit and Eva double-teamed him at one point, lifting him in their arms, spreading his legs and ramming him, balls first, into a corner post, again and again until his nuts were swollen to twice their normal size. "Perfect," Suze hissed, directing the girls. "Bring him to me!" The girls stood him up on the outside of the ropes, and twisted the thick strands around each other, capturing his cock and balls in the middle, the ropes brutally squeezing his genitals out and away from his body. Suze had two girls hold her by the arms and she lifted her feet to capture his cock, stroking it to life. He was barely awake from the agony he'd just been through, but his cock stiffened. "Fucking animals, that's all they are," Gabby growled. Suze jerked him harder and harder, with the girls who weren't holding her up clapping and chanting "Come! Come! Come!!" In a few minutes, Ronaldo did - or tried to. Just as he started to spurt, Suze slammed the sole of her foot onto the head of his spurting cock, shutting off his orgasm, forcing his balls to swell more, and brutally snapping his thick staff in half, a gruesome joint forming in the middle. His eyes rolled in his head and he vomited, a river of greenish, bilious puke erupting from his mouth and coating his chest, just missing Suze. She got down and grabbed his hair, barking into his face. "And then there was the Gang of None, asshole!" she growled. Stepping aside, she let the girls attack. One by one, each stood before him and swung a foot up into his engorged balls, slapping the meat brutally hard, bloodying them from the inside. All eight girls went, each using one foot, then the other, several times, dozens and dozens of life-threatening kicks to the balls that left Ronaldo barely alive. It was Suze's turn. She stood before him. "Just sharpened my nails," she growled. "See how it feels!" She drilled her foot, toes first, into the swollen orbs of his nuts, exploding them in a gush of blood and come, all over her lower leg. The girls screamed with delight as she stood, grinding her foot into his destroyed ball package, ruining them, twisting and pulling until his testicles were flat, bloody pads of meat. She pulled it out with a sucking noise. Other girls brought a bucket of water and towels to clean her off. Ronaldo fell back, the rope still around his cock. He hung from it, off the side of the ring, bleeding slowly but steadily. "See ya, gang," Suze said to the laughter of the girls as they left the ring. It would be an hour before Ronaldo finally died. (For information on how custom stories like this may be created for you, e-mail KanDor876@aol.com You can also buy custom stories in Diana's Shopping Mall, at http://www.TheValkyrie.com/mall/office/shoppin1.htm)