REVENGE, THY NAME IS WOMAN
By Kandor
This is one of an ongoing series of stories about an all-female assassination company


(This is one in an ongoing series of stories about women who maim, 
brutalize, abuse and kill men with their feet. It is not for people who 
may not like that sort of thing, or the very squeamish. Then again, if 
you were very squeamish, you wouldn't be here in the first place.) 

    Angie had her foot completely wedged down Jensen's throat as he sat 
strapped tightly to his chair in the dimly lit interrogation room. She 
was hanging from a specially built bar suspended from the ceiling that 
would allow female inquisitors to pull themselves up to the proper level 
for their own unique brand of questioning. The lithe brunette was nude, 
her taut muscles rippling as she hung from long arms, the thickest part 
of her slender foot spreading Jensen's jaws painfully as she fucked his 
mouth with it. 
    "Where are these men, Mr. Jensen, where do they gather," Vanessa 
said calmly, walking around the bizarre scene of a man tied to a chair 
in the middle of a dark room with a gorgeous woman hanging from a bar 
before him filling his face with half of her beautiful feet, tears 
streaming from his terror-filled eyes. 
    "Mgnhngngnfnfff," he groaned, unable to speak with Angie's foot 
buried so deeply in his mouth. 
    Angie giggled. 
    "His tongue is tickling my toes," she laughed. "I think he's trying 
to talk." 
    Vanessa smiled and nodded. Angie pulled her long foot from his mouth 
with a soggy sucking sound. He gasped for air. Vanessa leaned in 
closely, whispered into his ear as she pulled his hair back. 
    "Where are they?" she asked calmly. "Where might we find them?" 
    His eyes met Vanessa's. 
    "Up....your...ass!!" he growled. 
    Vanessa sneered and walked before him, motioning Angie out of the 
way. She pulled up the sleeves of her white blouse and leaned down to 
pull up the pantlegs of her white slacks to mid-calf. She rubbed her 
hands together and reached up for the bar. The man watched intently. 
    "Last chance," Vanessa said evenly, hanging before him. "After this, 
you may not have the ability to speak." 
    He glowered at her. She swung back and forth slightly on the bar, a 
rhythmic motion that seemed to hypnotize the bound man before her. 
    When she struck it was with complete brutality and deadly accuracy. 
His nose exploded in a spray of blood as she lashed forward with both 
feet, smashing it with her heels. He growled in agony as she hauled back 
and swung forward again, this time drilling those heels into his eye 
sockets. The only thing preventing him from tipping over was the special 
chair: It was bolted to the floor. She swung back again and came 
forward, only to stop by scissoring his neck in her ankles, her feet 
locking behind his head. She looked into his blackened eyes. 
    "Where do they go, Jensen, you know, you're one of those scum," she 
hissed down at him locked in her lithe calves. "Tell me while you can." 
    "Fuck...you..." he growled through clenched teeth. 
    Vanessa smiled evily. She wanted that information, but she liked 
ruining men more who failed to do as she told them. Especially men like 
Jensen. 
    She opened her legs - wide - and hung before him. He looked at one 
wide open leg, then the other and didn't know what to expect. And when 
it hit, he didn't see it coming, Vanessa moved that quickly. The 
beautiful blonde slammed her legs together blindingly fast, slamming the 
insteps of her feet on his ears, ringing them hard and nearly cracking 
the cartilage. He screamed in pain and she swung her legs open to do it 
again, ramming her feet together, this time the bony balls of her inner 
feet crushing his ear flesh, snapping the cartilage. He howled. Vanessa 
smiled. The third time, she pasted his ears with her calf meat, the 
pounding vacuum of air driven inward shattering his ear drums. She let 
her feet come together easily now and used them to tilt his head up to 
look at her. 
    "Where, Jensen?" she hissed. "Last chance to talk. Last chance to 
live." 
    He couldn't hear, but he knew what she said. Frightened for his life 
now, he mumbled something. Vanessa motioned Angie over to listen. The 
women stood and smiled. 
    "The Scullery, down on the water, he said," Angie laughed. "They all 
hang out there, sort of a sick fraternity, I guess." 
    Vanessa's beautiful smile broke out, fairly lighting the darkened 
room. 
    "Excellent," she said, still hanging before the broken man. "Now, 
Angie...take his balls!" 
    The man squirmed. He read her lips and didn't like what he saw. He 
mouthed the words "I gave you what you wanted to know," spraying blood 
that had dribbled into his mouth from his shattered nose. 
    Vanessa smiled and let one foot curl behind his head to knot his 
hair with her long, strong toes. The other foot pointed at his face and 
she used one to nudge an already damaged eyeball. 
    "I lied," she said. "Like it's a bad thing to lie to a pedophile 
murderer?" 
    She hauled back one long leg and drilled it forward, practically 
orgasming as she heard his high-pitched scream as that big toe impaled 
his eye socket, gouging out the eyeball and popping it free to roll down 
his chest and into his lap where Angie was using a knife to cut away his 
pants. She giggled and picked it up in her hand, standing to hold it 
before his remaining eye as Vanessa toe-fucked the socket the other one 
had come from. 
    "Keeping an eye out for us Jensen?" Angie laughed. 
    Jensen's eye flashed wide in terror as it saw Angie take his popped 
eyeball and squash it flat in her hand. 
    "Just like your balls," she hissed, kneeling. 
    Vanessa suctioned her big toe from his socket with a gruesome 
popping noise, and still held his head steady with her other foot. Angie 
held Jensen's cock out of the way and used the tip of her very sharp 
knife to score the flesh of his balls, cutting just deep enough to 
expose the slimy ballmeat inside. He screamed in agony; Vanessa pulled 
back her other foot and slammed it forward, her heel shattering his 
upper and lower front teeth in a spray of red and white, pummeling the 
broken shards down his throat in a river of blood. She pulled back her 
foot again and slammed forward, this time driving the pointed toes 
inside his mouth, over his tongue and down his throat, her sharp 
toenails slashing his throat bloody, the sheer force of it popping his 
jawbones and shattering them. Nearly her entire foot was down his throat 
now and she was howling in pleasure and concentration as her leg quaked 
from the effort of trying to push it in up the knee. She was almost 
succeeding; her slender foot popped in up to the ankle from her efforts. 
    "Atta girl, slice him like a fucking pig," the beautiful blonde 
growled, hanging from the bar and watching Angie surgically remove the 
flesh from Jensen's nutpods. "Spread his legs for me, honey, it's 
harvest time!!" 
    Angie laughed and sat back, using her pretty feet to push his legs 
apart, his bloodied nuts flopping on the chair. 
    "Say goodbye to your balls, asshole," Vanessa growled down at Jensen 
whose one eye stared in horror at her. 
    She used her other foot and slammed it down, heel first, onto the 
bloody, splayed meat of his nuts. The force, plus Angie's expert 
carving, exploded his balls in a spray of red - and his white nut seeds 
inside immediately popped out gruesomely and went skittering across the 
floor. Vanessa grit her teeth and hung her head back now as she ground 
out his flat balls like a cigarette and pushed her other foot further 
down his throat, the bulk of it bulging his neck like a python 
swallowing its prey. He couldn't breathe from the foot in his throat and 
the blood clogging his lungs. As Vanessa, one of the world's most 
beautiful women, a vision of blonde beauty and power, hung from the 
killing bar, her foot up the ankle in Jensen's mouth, her other foot 
still twisting his mangled balls to an even pulpier state, the victim 
died, gagging, choking and trying to beg for mercy. He twisted so hard 
as his wrist constraints, they sliced into his skin, bloodying it and 
finally snapping the bones. 
    Vanessa had to put her foot against his chest to pull the other from 
his mouth. She stood before him, arm around the naked Angie, as they 
both admired their handiwork. 
    "Feel like a drink sometime?" Angie laughed. 
    "Yeah, how about the Scullery?" Vanessa asked. 
    The women giggled as they turned and walked away, careful not to 
step on Jensen's discarded nuts. 

    The waterfront in the forgotten city reeked of human shit and piss. 
It was a city so far gone they didn't have sewage treatment and much of 
the populace's excrement was still being pumped into the ocean. The dock 
posts were grimy and slimed with the stuff and boats bobbed slowly up 
and down in oily standing water. 
    There were 10 men in all, all of them ultraviolent childmolesters, 
rapists, diddlers, kidnappers, murderers, rogues of the lowest order - 
and it was up to Angie and Vanessa to put an end to their ways by 
putting an end to them. It was a job they readily embraced.    
    The women knew the men liked them young; authorities were linking 
some of them to the rape/murder of a pretty 16-year-old girl found by 
the waterfront only days before. But even the police were afraid of 
these thugs and rarely rounded them up. 
    Vanessa bent over to pull up her short white socks she wore under 
penny loafers, the thin, hard muscles in her hamstrings bulging from 
under her schoolgirl skirt as she did. 
    "Man, if you don't look like a little kid, I don't know who does?" 
Angie laughed as she looked at Vanessa. 
    The beautiful blonde was decked out in white blouse, dark skirt, 
white socks and shoes, pigtailed hair completing the innocent look. They 
would use it to lure the men to them, one by one, two by two, whatever 
by whatever - and then the women would kill them, one by one, two by 
two, whatever by whatever. 
    They walked down the smoky alley behind the bar's back entrance. 
Angie wore a mini denim skirt, sandals and tight top. She opened the 
door and looked in the grimy air, Vanessa just behind her, faking 
nervousness. One man spotted them, a big man. He walked out smiling a 
beery smile. 
    "Well, little girls, what can we do for ya?" he growled, rubbing his 
crotch. 
    "Well, our car broke down and I was on the way to taking my little 
sister back to the girl's school across town .." Angie started to say, 
motioning toward the beautiful blonde behind her. "And a guy named 
Jensen said to come her and get help?" 
    His eyes lit up. 
    "Yeah, friend of mine, a good friend," the lug said, reaching for 
Angie's slim arm and squeezing it. "C'mon back here, girls..." 
    "But our car is over there," Vanessa said desperately, but following 
to an area far into the alley where the man was taking Angie. 
    He spun her to a wall, her back into it. He tossed Vanessa there, 
too, and started undoing his belt, sliding his pants down over his fat 
thighs and fondling his rancid pork in his hand, grinning a toothy grin. 
    "I got just the tool to fix that car, cunts!" he growled, stepping 
toward them. 
    The women smiled at each other. Angie moved forward and slipped out 
of her sandals. The man looked at her curiously and never saw the foot 
coming, the top of it slamming into his fat balls. He howled in pain. 
Angie rushed behind him and clapped a hand over his drooling mouth, 
jumping up to wrap her long, strong legs around his waist. She powered 
back and they fell to the cement. She hunkered down on her scissor lock, 
ramming her crossed feet into his nuts over and over again. 
    "Bust him, girl," Vanessa said, bending to remove her socks and 
shoes, putting them in a neat pile over by Angie's shoes. "Snap his ribs 
and crush his nuts!!" 
    Angie growled and went to work, thundering her muscular thighs out 
straight and hard, bending his ribs as she used those crossed feet to 
slap down on his nuts with the heels. It only took a minute or so; the 
man's eyes went white and he screamed into the palm of Angie's hand as 
the brunette's slicing scissors snapped his ribs cleanly in three 
crackling jolts. 
    "Mmm, I love the sound of a man breaking," Vanessa said, standing 
before them. 
    Angie's pounding feet were making mincemeat of the big goon's nut 
package. By the time she released the handhold from his mouth, he hung 
limply from her iron legs and meekly tried to pull her locked feet from 
his balls. 
    "Hey, asshole, look at me," Vanessa said. 
    He lifted his head just in time to see her sweet, slender foot crash 
into his nose, heel first. Bones shattered and whatever teeth he had 
left in his mouth dislodged. She took a step back and let fly like a 
punter again, connecting the top of her foot with his chin, jamming his 
jawbone sockets and ripping them free of their moorings. A third kick to 
his throat, toes first, destroyed his voice box and seriously damaged 
his airway. What little breathing he could still do was raspy and 
bloodied. 
    Angie got up off the dirty cement, wiping the grime from her 
miniskirt as Vanessa continued to pound the dying man's face. Both women 
stood side by side, the lug on his back, hanging on to each other's 
shoulders as they lifted their pretty feet in unison and slammed them 
down into his eyes, nose, mouth, ramming his face repeatedly until it 
didn't look like a face anymore. Vanessa reached to the man's belt and 
pulled out his folding jackknife, snapping it open. She knelt between 
his twitching legs and pointed the tip at his balls. 
    "Let me know how this feels," she growled. "I've never done it 
before." 
    She rammed forward, the blade of the knife piercing his nuts, 
running them through, and continuing straight up his asshole. She buried 
it to the handle, pinning it flat against his bloody balls and twisting, 
the blade tearing a huge hole in his rectum. He tried to scream but his 
mashed face was too destroyed to allow anything out. He twitched 
gruesomely before the two women. 
    "Roll him into the water," Vanessa said. "I'll fetch some others." 
    She walked toward the bar, smiling as she heard a splash from behind 
her. Three big goons were just exiting the back door when they spotted 
the beautiful blonde in schoolgirl clothes, walking in bare feet. There 
was blood on her hands. She looked terrified. 
    "Jensen....he said you're his friends...he's in trouble...back 
there..." she said with shaky voice, pointing a trembling finger behind 
her. 
    The men smiled. 
    "Fuck Jensen," one of the men, a big blonde-haired guy, said. "How's 
about you, little girl? Shit, what're you, 15?" 
    "F....fourteen, sir," she said, meekly. "Please, help??" 
    She turned and ran toward the depths of the alley; the men laughed 
and followed, knowing she was trapping herself. Vanessa ran to the wall 
and turned, frightened. The men thundered to a stop before her, playing 
with their crotches and eyeballing the blonde beauty. 
    "Fellas, what about me?" they heard a voice say from behind. 
    They turned and spotted Angie standing there, hands on hips. She 
launched herself, feet first, one of each landing on the faces of the 
outside goons, sending them crashing to their backs. The goon in the 
middle turned quickly and watched them fall - and saw Vanessa's pretty, 
nude feet splatter his face as she dropkicked him back toward Angie, who 
was sitting on a stack of boxes. 
    The big goon fell backwards between her thighs and Angie scooped him 
up in a headscissors, her long, lean thighs slicing into his neck and 
crushing his skull. His hands shot to her locked ankles and tried 
pulling them apart. The lock was too tight. Vanessa laughed. 
    "Fuck up his neck, cripple him in your scissors, girl!" she yelled 
to the brunette. "I'll take care of these two!" 
    The other two goons struggled to their feet, but not for long as the 
martial arts training of the gorgeous blonde came to the fore. She 
crouched low and kicked high, ramming one foot into the throat of one 
goon, clogging his airway and causing him to stagger to the side, out of 
the way. She swept around with a well-executed side kick, her foot 
connecting with the jaw of the other man, breaking it and knocking him 
to his knees. A stutter step before him and a lashing out of one long, 
sleek leg from under her skirt, and Vanessa blasted his nose to pulp 
with one powerful kick. He crashed to his back, moaning, holding his 
damaged face. 
    "Yeah, that's a girl!!" Angie squealed from her perch on the boxes 
where she was twisting her victim to the side to lace her iron thighs on 
his throat and neck. "Watch this!!" 
    She unleashed hundreds of pounds of pressure on the man's neck, the 
pincers of her adductor muscles in her inner thighs tearing into his 
throat and vibrating painfully on his neck vertebrae. Angie pulsed and 
quivered and thundered the inner thighs down harder, collapsing his 
windpipe and dislocating several neck bones until he went limp in her 
scissor lock, his body twitching and convulsing involuntarily as the 
dislodged bones put horrendous pressure on his spinal cord. Vanessa 
clapped her hands. 
    "Nice work, Angie," she said. "Now the nuts!" 
    Angie unhinged her deadly legs from him and jumped off the boxes, 
hurrying to pull down the twitching man's pants, exposing his nuts and 
cock. She looked around and found some yellow plastic bundle strapping. 
Rudely tying it around his genital package, she pulled it tight and 
cinched it shut, bulging his balls huge and blue in the knot, the skin 
of his nuts shiny and taut. She stepped back. 
    "Just like popping a tick," she growled and swung a foot forward. 
    She rammed her toes into his swollen nut meat and he twitched even 
more in agony, his body flopping and flailing on the cold concrete like 
a fish out of water. Vanessa stood on his knees, hard, pressing down and 
holding his legs open as the downward pressure popped his knee socks and 
he screamed in agony. Angie swung her foot forward again into the 
isolated targets of his tied-up balls and this time the sharp nails on 
her toes skewered the bubbled flesh, exploding the meat all over her 
foot in a spray of blood and spunk. She pulled back with a sucking sound 
and rammed forward again, shredding whatever flesh she didn't shred the 
first time around. 
    Behind them, they heard the men moan, both from the pain inflicted 
upon them from Vanessa's kicks  and the sight of watching their friend's 
balls and neck being destroyed. The struggled to their feet; Vanessa and 
Angie stalked them. 
    "Who the fuck are you?" one yelled, rubbing his busted nose. 
    "Friends of Jensen's, like you guys," Vanessa hissed. "And any 
friends of Jensen's - are dead fucking meat!!" 
    The women flew from a standing position, each one nailing the nose 
of a goon, naked feet splattering them flat. The men crashed back into 
the wall, cracking their heads against is and sliding down to their 
asses. The women laughed and knelt down to strip their pants away. 
    Vanessa positioned them on their hands and knees and knelt behind 
them, reaching between their fat thighs to grab their balls in each 
hand. She pulled hard and the men crashed to their bellies, Vanessa's 
hands still around the base of their balls, the flesh of them taut in 
her fingers, bloated and getting blue. 
    "Let's do a little fishing, shall we?" Angie laughed, returning from 
a short walk down a dock ladder to a boat with a pole in each hand. 
    "Perfect," Vanessa said, twisting the screaming men's nuts in her 
hands. "Tie 'em up." 
    Angie took the thin strands of fishing wire and wound them around 
the genital package of each man, tying them tight. Vanessa stood back 
with the poles, reeling the lines taut, pulling them around their balls 
so snugly they started to slice into the flesh. She handed one pole to 
Angie and the women stood back, holding the poles against their slim 
hips, slowly notching the reels, clicking them down, pulling the line 
tighter and tighter. The men flipped to their backs now, the line pulled 
hard around their nuts. Their trembling hands tried to pull the line 
away but it was far too tight. 
    "Think we got a couple of trophies here!" Angie laughed. 
    "OK, let's pull 'em in and have a look!" Vanessa roared. 
    The women yanked back yard on the poles, cinching the lines even 
tighter around their screaming victim's balls, pulling them off the 
ground and hanging them by the nuts. The lines dug in deeper, garroting 
the nut flesh in their knotted embrace. Vanessa and Angie growled and 
pulled back harder, the rods in their hands bending in huge arcs as if 
they had a 500 pound tuna on the end of each line. 
    Then the tension was gone and both women flew to their backsides, 
looking at each other and laughing. The lines bobbed before them, a 
bloody pair of nuts hanging in the looped ends of each. The men sat up, 
shocked and wide-eyed, as they spotted their balls on strings 20 feet 
away. When the screamed, nothing came out. Their hands shot to their 
blood-spurting crotches. 
    Vanessa and Angie walked to them, put their hands under their arms 
and hauled them to the edge of the dock to roll them into the water 
where they would slowly bleed to death, drown or both. They retrieved 
the third man whose balls Angie had literally busted with her foot and 
rolled his nearly lifeless body into the water with the others. 
    "Four down, six to go," Vanessa said. "Got get some more." 
    Angie returned moments later, faking fright, just ahead of five big, 
ugly goons. Vanessa smiled as they rounded the corner. 
    "Jesus, a couple at a time would've been good," she said to Angie. 
    "I know," the brunette laughed. "I figured you wanted a challenge." 
    "Challenge?" one of the goons said, looking confused as they men 
watched the two beautiful women stand confidently before them. "What the 
fuck is that all about?" 
    "You guys are diddlers, right, molestors, child rapists?" Vanessa 
asked, walking up to the biggest one and pointing a finger up into his 
face. "Right?" 
    "Geez, you say it like it's a bad thing," the goon said, shifting 
uneasily from foot to foot. 
    "You did in that 16 year old the other night, huh?" Angie hissed 
from behind. 
    "Oh, you're fucking cops, right?" the goon said, slapping Vanessa's 
hand away. "We ain't saying nothin." 
    "We're not cops, you big fucking ape, we're worse," Vanessa growled, 
reaching down and clamping a hand on his balls through his pants. "We're 
your worst fucking nightmare, we're broads who've got you by the fucking 
balls and we're not gonna let go until they come loose!!" 
    The other men moved, but Vanessa squeezed. The big man whimpered and 
waved them back. 
    "Tell me," she hissed into his ear as he bent over in pain against 
her hand. "Who killed her? Who did her in finally after you assholes got 
through gangraping her? You? One of them? Or one of your buddies we've 
already greased and dumped in the water?" 
    "Not me...not them..." the goon seethed through clenched teeth. 
"D...Denny..." 
    "Where is he?" she growled. 
    "In...the...bar..." he rasped. "I'll get him..." 
    Vanessa laughed and let go. 
    "Nice try," she spit. 
    She let fly an upward kick straight into his balls so hard he 
immediately puked all over himself. She drove her leg up again and again 
her silky foot connected brutally hard on his collapsed balls, driving 
more vomit from his mouth as it drove his nuts deeper inside his body. 
The third and final kick, the hardest yet, exploded his nuts in a 
mashing of ballpaste in his pants. He fell to his knees, his eyes rolled 
up in his head, and he flopped over - dead. The other four men were too 
stunned to move. Vanessa's deadly foot barrage took less than 10 
seconds. 
    "G...get them!!" one of the men yelled to the other three, but no 
one moved. 
    Except the women. They drove themselves forward and catlike legs, 
leaping and kicking, slashing the knife edges of their pretty feet down 
and across the men's faces, breaking all four noses with two brutally 
accurate kicks, staggering them back to the wall. Vanessa and Angie were 
in stereoptic motion, moving identically from the sides, in a sidelong 
attack on their prey. 
    Vanessa did an eye-popping split kick, delivering her sexy feet sole 
first to the faces of two of the men as Angie did the same to hers. They 
all went down, side by side, their legs spread as they sat back against 
the alley wall, stunned. With a martial arts grunt, the women leaped 
high and came down hard - and right into the crotches of the screaming 
men. Vanessa stood, hands on hips, putting her full body weight onto the 
heels of her feet which were mashing the balls flat of the men beneath 
her. Just to her right, Angie was doing the same. The women linked arms 
and took to stomping now, lifting one foot and ramming it down, doing 
the same with the other, like Italian women mashing grapes beneath them. 
    "Oh, yeah, baby, I can feel them crush under my feet, Angie, can 
you?" Vanessa screamed. 
    "MMMMM, fuck yes!!!!" the gorgeous brunette laughed. "Mash 'em good, 
honey, crush those nuts in those sexy little feet of yours!!" 
    They did, over and over, four huge, muscular men at the complete 
mercy of the powerful-footed women, their big bodies twitching in pain, 
their eyes shut and tearing against the agony. They couldn't move, and 
could only loosely brush their trembling hands against the pistoning 
legs and mauling feet of the beautiful women crushing their balls to 
paste in their pants. When Vanessa and Angie stepped back, the bottoms 
of their feet were sticky from the blood and gook oozing through the 
men's pants from their destroyed ball packages. They slacked against the 
wall, tongues hanging out of their moaning mouths. 
    "Lemme finish 'em off," Vanessa growled. 
    She sat before the first one and scissored his neck in her ankles, 
her feet locked behind his head. With a brutal twist of her slim ankles, 
she snapped his neck cleanly, killing him,leaving his head bent at a 
ghoulish angle, his open-eyed face frozen in terror - and staring right 
at the next man in line. She moved quickly and efficiently, scissor-
snapping the next neck, then the next, and then the final one, killing 
them swiftly in her powerful feet, the silky tops of them locking in 
deadly embrace behind them. Angie then hauled them to the dock's edge 
and plopped them into the liquid blackness. 
    "One more," Vanessa growled. "Let's get him." 
    They walked to the bar door and Vanessa poked her head in. There was 
one guy sitting at the end of the bar and he spotted her. She smiled and 
stuck her leg in, flashing him a creamy thigh and sexy foot. He got up, 
they went in. 
    "Denny?" she asked. He nodded. 
    There was no one left inside, save for the bartender and he looked 
totally disinterested. He told them it was closing time. Vanessa walked 
to the bar, fisted a 20 from Denny's pile and threw it at him. 
    "Then lock up and leave us alone," she hissed. 
    He shrugged and left. Denny and the two women were alone in the bar. 
    "Just the man we've been looking for," Vanessa said, circling him, 
Angie on the other side. "You fucking prick, you child killer, you sick 
shit fucking molesting piece of maggot cum." 
    Denny smiled. "You know of me, then?" 
    Vanessa returned the smile. 
    "I'm gonna kill you, asshole," she growled. 
    "Come and get me, cunt," he bellowed, smashing a bottle over the bar 
just like in the movies and swiping at her pretty face. "I'll cut you so 
fucking bad you couldn't turn a trick if your twat was gold!" 
    She caught his arm in her strong hand and bent it back, slashing a 
deep gouge over his eye. He screamed. She kept bending it and snapped 
the wrist bones in a grinding crackle. He dropped the bottle. 
    Vanessa went to work on him, stepping up close and ramming a hard 
thigh deep into his crotch, flattening his balls against it. She held 
him close, staring into his watering eyes, slamming that thigh up and up 
and up, smashing his nuts harder each time. He didn't yell, he bit off 
the reflex to scream. His lower lip bled from his biting it. Vanessa 
laughed and spit in his face. 
    She turned and grabbed his head over her shoulder, snapping him over 
it and sending him crashing on his back across the pool table, random 
balls on it popping into his spine and ribs. He arched his back in pain 
to get off the balls; Angie ran and leaped, crashing ass first on his 
belly, ramming his back down on the spheres, grinding them into his 
body. His head hung off the edge of the table, face up. 
    "Perfect," Vanessa hissed. 
    Angie reached down and grabbed his arms to keep his hands away from 
his head as Vanessa ran and jumped feet first, coming down hard on his 
face, smashing his nose to a bloody pulp and brutally snapping his head 
back under the full descending weight of her crashing body. His head 
snapped back up hard, spraying blood up as it did. Vanessa pulled up a 
chair and stood on it. She reached up and grabbed an overhead light 
fixture and positioned the soles of her feet directly on his face. 
Pulling up on the light, she maneuvered until nearly her entire body 
weight was balanced on his face, pushing his noses flat, cracking his 
teeth, mashing his eyeballs deep into their sockets, as his head hung 
over the edge of the pool table. At her end, Angie was methodically 
snapping his fingers one by one, breaking the bones and then going back 
to twist the knuckle joints free, tearing flesh and tendon and leaving 
his digits hanging in a grotesque pattern that made his hands look like 
a Halloween prop. 
    Vanessa pulled herself up on the light and drove her feet down 
brutally hard into Denny's face, destroying it. His eyeballs exploded 
within the sockets, sickening rivulets of blood and eye fluid running 
out and down his face to drip on the floor  below. His jaws, shattered 
and flapping, held what few teeth he had left and even they were soon 
gone under Vanessa's constant downward straight-legged kicks, the pieces 
of molar and incisors blasting down his throat. His head snapped back 
harder and harder, his neck bones dislodging and shattering, the tendons 
in his neck grinding with a horrible gristle sound as she kicked, his 
throat a spongy mess of badly damaged connective tissue. 
    She was kicking him to death, her feet nearly ripping his head off 
his shoulders. Still, he lived. 
    "Get up, honey," Vanessa said, stepping off the bloody orb that used 
to be Denny's head. "And chalk me up!" 
    Angie laughed and climbed off the table. Vanessa stepped up and over 
him, reaching down to pull off his pants and shorts, leaving him nude 
from the waist down. She stood up and straddled his waist, kicking his 
legs open. He moaned. Angie handed the big beautiful blonde a cue stick. 
Vanessa fondled it in her hands, and turned it over, holding it by the 
thin end. 
    "Left ball, corner pocket!" she shrieked, shouldering the cue stick. 
    With gruesome precision, she swung the stick down, the fat end of it 
crashing into the bruised left ball sack of the screaming man between 
her feet, a shockwave of meaty pain coursing through his damaged body. 
She raised the stick again and slammed it down, catching the left nut. 
Again and again she pummeled Denny's left nut, powdering it in the sack, 
blistering and reddening the skin, destroying the delicate meat inside. 
    "Right ball, side pocket!!" Vanessa howled and repeated the attack 
on the other nut, rendering it flat and pasted red under her relentless 
assault, the sickening sound of stick on balls echoing off the bar's 
smoky brick walls. 
    Vanessa stood above him, cocking the stick back and ripping it down, 
over and over and over, grunting on each one. Denny could only twitch 
and groan in agony, pitiful moans of pain bubbling up from the bloody, 
busted mass of his mouth, lips and jaws. When she was done, Denny's body 
heaved in pain and the effort to breath through a face that was barely 
able to sustain an opening. She tossed the cue to the floor and jumped 
off the table. She and Angie hugged. 
    Vanessa walked to Denny. He was barely moving. She reached down and 
grabbed his cock, which was bruised and raw from the cuestick assault on 
his nearby  balls. She pulled it up and away from his body, jerking it, 
using the blood as a lubricant and stiffening it in her hand, an almost 
involuntary response on his body's part since he could feel nothing but 
pain at the moment. 
    "The blood is rushing down there anyway," Vanessa told Angie 
analytically. "So it goes to the penis, too, which we can use to our 
advantage." 
    She looked icily at Denny and then turned to Angie. 
    "The stick," she said. 
    Angie gave it to her. 
    "Hold this up for me," she said, giving Angie Denny's cock. 
    The brunette laughed and held the stiff prick in her hand as Vanessa 
grabbed a bar knife and quickly whittled down the thin end of the 
cuestick to a point. She then coolly fitted the end of it to the head of 
his cock - and pushed. 
    What little sensation Denny's body had left quickly focused on the 
agony in his prick as Vanessa grit her teeth now and put her shoulder to 
the task of forcing the cuestick into it. She twisted and growled and 
groaned and soon the head of Denny's cock opened in a bloody bubble to 
accommodate the sleek roundness of the cue. Further and further she sunk 
the stick into his cock, to the base, opening up the urethra and 
destroying the tender tissue as Vanessa twisted it. She jammed it in as 
far as she could - and then reached under Denny's destroyed balls and 
rudely shoved three fingers far up his asshole. 
    Denny went stiff, his back arched up against the anal assault. 
    "Jack his cock," Vanessa grunted with a throaty purr. "Make him 
come." 
    Angie's hand was a blur, jerking Denny's impaled prick up and down, 
tearing at the skin but making the cock twitch in orgasmic quivering. 
Vanessa's plunging fingers found the mark, Denny's prostate, and milked 
it, squeezing the nub and forcing an involuntary orgasm. 
    Denny's body bucked in pain and pleasure and he came - or tried to. 
The cuestick was plugging up the works and even as Angie's pistoning 
hand jacked him to an orgasm, the come never reached the surface, but 
exploded in side his already mangled balls, mixing with the blood and 
pus and oozing out the cracked surfaces of his ruined nutsack. 
    Denny shrieked, a spray of blood and teeth and flesh rupturing up 
from the pad of ragged meat that was his face. His heart fluttered 
briefly, raced ahead a couple of beats, then stopped cold in his chest. 
His body twitched around the pole sticking out of his cock and then 
stopped. 
    Angie and Vanessa walked out of the bar, arms around each other, 
their jobs complete. 
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