TWIN KILLING
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.) 

    They were dubbed the Ike and Mike of international terrorism. They 
were called that behind their backs. You didn't call Sean and Miles 
O'Casey names to their faces, if you wanted to keep yours intact. 
    The O'Casey twins were two of the deadliest men on the face of the 
Earth, killers of men, women, children, paid assassins, mercenaries with 
bomb packages to fit all needs. They maimed, too, didn't matter to them, 
though they preferred killing: It improved their image, upped their 
stock, made their fees rise. They traveled the world over wherever men 
worshipped a different god and had money to burn. They killed for cash 
and they killed often, brutally and with total indiscriminate cold-
bloodedness. 
    And they were very, very good at it. 
    "Here's the situation, ladies," Suze told the gathering of five 
women in her plush office in the headquarters of an all-female 
assassination ring. "These two animals must be stopped. We've been 
commissioned to stop them. Luckily for us, these animals are very, very 
much into feet, and have been known to use the services of a special 
foot fetish prostitution ring in Amsterdam. Here's their dossiers." 
    Suze slid the folders across her big desk, and the five women rose 
to read them. These were five of the world's most beautiful women - Eva, 
Ingrid, Nadja, Uma and Claudia - with 10 of the world's most beautiful, 
and decidedly deadly, feet. They'd all been trained in the feminine art 
of murder and like the O'Caseys, they were very, very good at it. 
    "It's a simple procedure, you infiltrate the ring, work inside it, 
and carry out your mission," Suze said.  "Are there any questions,  
ladies?" 
    "I assume we can get as brutal as we want?" Claudia asked with a sly 
smile, bouncing her crossed leg over the other, her long, wicked toes 
exposed in her sandals, nails sharpened to a deadly degree. 
    Suze smiled back. 
    "You do whatever it is you have to do," she said. "Just don't get 
caught. You girls are five of my best, I know you won't get caught. But 
if you do, I don't know you." 
    The women nodded and packed up to leave. 
    "Remember, girls, these men kill children, too," Suze said as they 
stopped on their way out to let the words sink in. "Children. Keep that 
in mind when you got the bastards by the balls." 
    Nadja clenched the orange she had in her hand that was going to be 
her breakfast. Her forearm rippled as her long fingers tore into the 
hard outer flesh, a wet, ripping sound filling the room as she mashed it 
to pulp in her grip, holding it up before her angry face. Juice ran down 
her arm and dripped on the office rug. She clenched her teeth as she 
spoke. 
    "We'll keep it in mind," she said. 
    Suze smiled. This mission would be a good one. 

    "Oh, yeah, bitch, that's it, that's fucking it....." Sean O'Casey 
said, lying back on the bed in his Amsterdam hotel. "Keep going, keep 
going..." 
    Lila, a beautiful Dutch foot model, was working both O'Caseys. The 
twins were lying down, legs spread, and Lila was seated before them, her 
sexy, soft right foot on Miles's nuts and cock, her left on Sean's. She 
was rubbing furiously, jacking the boys off in her feet, rubbing her 
soles up and down on their packages, mashing their nuts to just the 
right level of pain as she stroked their cocks to the bursting point. 
    "Extra if you get us to go together," Miles laughed. 
    "Shut the fook up, ya cocksooker," Sean growled in thick Irish 
accent. "I'm almost there..." 
    They did go off together, Sean's cock ribboning a thick stripe of 
come up his pasty white midsection, Miles's doing the same on his belly. 
Lila kept rubbing, her eyes shut in concentration, totally focused on 
giving these two high-paying men their money's worth. She was so into 
it, she didn't notice Sean's big foot swinging up; it caught her in the 
face, bloodying her nose. She rolled off the bed crying. 
    "You dumb cunt, pay attention," he spat at her, grabbing a gun off 
the nightstand and pointing it at her as she sat on the floor. "When 
we're done, we're done. Leave us be..but first, clean this up." 
    He pointed to his chest and the creamy white spunk lacing it. Lila 
sniffed and wiped the blood from her face, coming to the side of the bed 
to lick Sean's spew from him. When she swallowed it all, she shuffled 
over to Miles to suck his come up, gagging on the now-cold fluid. Sean 
laughed, holding the gun to the back of the whimpering woman's skull. 
    "Ain't ya glad now ya got into this line of work, ya come-sucking 
wench?" he laughed, clicking back the hammer of the gun and laughing 
louder as she winced, tears running down her face and mixing with the 
smeared come on her cheeks. 
    "Get the fuck out," Miles said, slapping her away from his chest. 
    She gathered her clothes and quickly left, wiping the spunk from her 
mouth, spitting on the floor as she went, and crying, not stopping until 
she got to a bar down the street. Five beautiful women were sitting at a 
table and noticed her teary face. 
    "You OK, honey?" Uma said, walking over to the tall blonde. 
"Something wrong?" 
    The connection was made, purely by accident, and the five women 
couldn't believe their good fortune as Lila unfolded her story of 
working for the foot fetish ring. 
    "The money's good, yes, but the humiliation..." she said, choking 
back tears. "They always ask for me, I hate it." 
    "So," Eva said slowly, her blue eyes soft and warm as they looked at 
Lila. "How might we get into this line of work? I think we might have 
something interesting to offer your two, uh, clients." 
    Lila smiled at Eva, smiled wider when she saw the looks on the faces 
of all the women. She knew she'd found friends. 

    Ingrid made sure her first client on her first day on the new job 
was a talker. The loud-mouthed Texan, a very wealthy man, was all of 
that. He couldn't shut up. Ingrid smiled, knowing that his mouth would 
spread the word around, all the way, she hoped, to the O'Casey boys' 
ears. 
    Ingrid stood sexily against the wall as Big Tex sat on the edge of 
his bed in  his plush hotel suite, fanning his face as if he were hot. 
He was. Ingrid was steaming him up. 
    "Whooooo baby!" he shouted. "Damn, if you don't look good!!" 
    She laughed, putting one foot up on the wall behind her, tilting her 
head back seductively, her long blonde hair spilling over her slender 
shoulders. The white bra-and-panty outfit she wore was filled to 
perfection, top and bottom, but it was those sexy feet upon which Big 
Tex' gaze kept falling. 
    "You like these feet, Big Tex?" Ingrid teased, walking slowly toward 
him now, a silky jungle cat gliding across the wooden floor. "You like 
to see what they can do?" 
    Big Tex nodded furiously and closed his eyes, putting his face 
forward expecting a caress of toes, a gentle slap of sole, perhaps. What 
he got stunned him to his core and thickened his cock immediately upon 
impact. 
    Ingrid whipped one foot up and to the side, blasting his cheek with 
a brutal sidekick, the top of her foot snapping into his head and 
twisting his face to the side. Before he could even yelp in pain, she 
snapped it back the other way with a blast from the other foot. Then she 
nailed him dead on the mouth with a high front kick, her heel smashing 
his lips, but not quite to the bleeding point. He lay back on  his bed, 
stunned. She'd done it all within one second. 
    "Lord have mercy on my dying soul!!" he hollered in typical Texan 
overexaggeration. "You are unnnnnnnnnnnnnn real!!!" 
    "Then tell ya friends about me, Big Tex," she cooed, jumping on his 
chest and grabbing his shirt front in her strong hand as her long legs 
straddled his waist. 
    He tried to answer but couldn't. Ingrid had curled both legs up and 
jammed his mouth full of sexy, painted toes, her hard ass digging into 
his belly as she pivoted on it. She continued to hold his shirt in her 
hand, pulling him up toward her, legs spread. She looked down through 
them, over her fisted hand on his shirt, glowering at him, a look of 
total domination on her face, lip curled in a sadistic mock sneer. His 
eyes bugged out at the look on her face alone, never mind the fact that 
10 toes of one of the world's most beautiful women were mercilessly 
being force fed down his throat. 
    "Suck 'em, Big Tex," Ingrid hissed, pulling up on his shirt, jamming 
her feet hard into his mouth. "Suck those toes clean, lick 'em, kiss 
'em...." 
    Tex' eyes rolled back in his head in pure delirious pleasure as 
Ingrid forced him to feast on her sweaty, sexy feet. She reached back 
with her other hand and mauled his hard cock and soft balls in her 
fingers. His eyes shot wide open and sweat poured down his face. Ingrid 
worked his hard prick like a pro and fucked his mouth so hard it nearly 
cracked the corners of his widespread lips. Big Tex didn't care; a 
beautiful woman's beautiful feet were tickling his tonsils and he was 
about to spurt a Texas-style load in his $200 dress slacks. 
    Big Tex went stiff, all over, not just in his cock, as Ingrid's hard 
hand stroked his prick and crushed his nuts. The warmth washed over him 
as the wet, nasty feeling swam in his crotch, bathing his organs in his 
thick cream. 
    "Yeah, give it up for me, big man, come in those fancy pants!!" she 
hissed, crushing his balls harder, yanking his gushing cock. "SUCK MY 
TOES!!!" 
    Big Tex shuddered, head to foot, as his orgasm overcame him, his 
tongue wildly lapping at the long toes stuck halfway down his throat. 
His come soaked through his shorts and the pants and Ingrid smiled evily 
as she felt the warm stickiness on her plunging palm. She slowed her 
masturbatory efforts when she felt him stop coming and she gently pulled 
her soaked feet from his panting mouth. She wiped them on his shirt and 
sat, cross-legged, on his chest, smiling down at him, as she slowly 
licked the palm of the hand with his stickiness on it. 
    "....The best.....ever....never before....sweet Jesus.....you 
are....." Big Tex gasped, his chest heaving, lifting the lithe woman up 
and down in the rhythm of his breathing. 
    "I know," Ingrid laughed, swiveling on her bikini-clad ass and 
walking to get her clothes. "And I mean what I said: Tell your friends." 
    He nodded furiously. It would only be a matter of time, she thought 
to herself. 

    "You heard right, baby, I am the best," Ingrid growled into the 
phone of her Amsterdam hotel room, her four cohorts standing nearby. 
    "That's what we hear," Sean O'Casey said. "We want some of that, my 
brother and I." 
    "You can have it," she said. "For the right price." 
    "Money's nothing," he snapped. "Performance is. Can you perform." 
    Ingrid let out a guttural, evil laugh. 
    "Has a woman ever made you come just by making you look at her 
feet?" she hissed. "By making you think about them, just watching her 
flex the muscles in her toes, making the skin dance and ripple for you?" 
    She smiled as she heard Sean gulp. She continued. 
    "Has a woman ever gotten you off with her feet just by crushing your 
nuts, not even touching your cock?" she cooed. "You know that fine line 
of pain and pleasure? Well I'll take you back and forth over that line 
so much you'll get dizzy from the trip! You ready for the ride, ya big 
Mick?" 
    Sean seethed. Fiercely proud of his heritage, as much as a blight as 
he was against his country, he hated to be called racial names. 
    "Look here, cunt," he spat into the phone. "You just get your sweet 
arse over here to Dublin and we'll see how good you are!" 
    "Oh, one thing ... Mickey," she snarled. "If you think my 10 toes 
will get you and your brother going, how'd ya like 50?" 
    "F....fifty?" he stuttered. 
    "Fifty," she said. "I'm bringing four of my friends. You won't 
believe what we're gonna do to you." 
    Sean hung up and told his brother. Miles roared with laughter and 
grabbed his crotch, pulling his cock through his pants. Sean rolled his 
eyes. 
    "You fucking pig, can't you wait 'til tomorrow?" he said angrily. 
    Miles smiled and continued to paw his pud. Sean turned away and 
continued making the bomb package he and his brother would be bringing 
to London in a week. 

     The five women landed in Ireland and made their way to the O'Casey 
compound far outside Dublin, deep in the woods, a house isolated and cut 
off from view from the main drag. The driver, who was sent to pick them 
up, drove away. The women stood before the huge house and marveled at 
its size. 
    "Perfect," Claudia said. "Lots of room for chasing." 
    They all giggled and rang the bell. Sean answered, the tall red-
headed man smiling almost nervously as he spied the five gorgeous women 
on the stoop. 
    "Come in, ladies," he said, his gaze falling on Ingrid. "You must 
be.." 
    "Yes, I am," Ingrid said, as he closed the door behind them. "And 
these are my four fine-footed friends." 
    Sean's eyes bulged wide as all of them slipped off their shoes and 
stood, one foot forward, to show off what they'd been paid to show off. 
They laughed as they watched his gaze go from each foot, slowly. They 
noticed his cock stiffen in his pants. 
    "Holy mother of God!" Miles shrieked, coming down the stairs to hit 
his knees before the five women. "Saints be praised, our prayers have 
been answered!!" 
    The women laughed. Sean grabbed his brother by the scruff of the 
neck and pulled him back up. 
    "Excuse my classless brother, he has no manners," Sean said calmly, 
shoving Miles back against the wall and glaring at him. 
    The women grimaced. Here was a man who once blew up a church full of 
women and children talking about manners. They could hardly wait for 
this one to get underway. 
    "We like a little cat-and-mouse in our foot games, gentlemen, if you 
don't mind," Uma intoned, looking down at her long feet and taking the 
gaze of the smitten O'Caseys with it. 
    "Cat...and mouse?" Sean asked, a confused look on his face, sweat 
breaking out on his brow. "What do you mean?" 
    "We mean we split up, divide and conquer, you go your way, we go 
ours, and we track you down," Claudia hissed. "Then when we get ya, we 
do what we want!!" 
    The O'Caseys eyes widened. They always liked to be in control, this 
was a clear departure for them. But these were American girls, 
aggressive American girls, this would take a different barometer to 
measure how this might work. Their cocks stiffened in their pants. The 
barometers had spoken. 
    "You're on," Sean said,slapping his brother on the back and pointing 
him in another direction in the big house. "Just, uh, stay out of the 
work room at the back of the building." 
    "Why's that, Sean?" Nadja cooed, standing on one foot and running 
the other up his leg to caress his cock. 
    "Never you mind," he snapped, slapping her foot away. "Just stay 
out." 
    The men took off in separate directions. 
    "When we've done what we have to do with them," Claudia said with a 
seething smile. "Bring them back to the work room and then we can, uh, 
dispense with all of this." 
    She looked around with a sweeping glance. The other women nodded and 
broke off in different portions of the huge home. 
    Miles found it hard to concentrate with the vision of 50 beautiful 
toes dancing around in his fevered head. He was even having trouble 
remembering the layout of the house, and he'd lived here for the past 
five years. He didn't want to get too far ahead of the pack of women, 
just enough to make it interesting. He stumbled into the huge library, 
and hid behind a massive leather couch in front of the fireplace. He 
waited. 
    "Hmmm, wonder where that little fella could be??" Nadja said, a 
tease in her voice as she and Uma rounded a corner of the wide hallway 
outside the library. 
    Miles wore a distinctive cologne - too much of it. It was easy to 
track him. The women walked into the parlor and heard his excited 
panting coming from the couch. 
    "Think he's in here, Nadj?" Uma asked. 
    "Nah," she answered. "Let's go." 
    They walked out. Disappointed, Miles stood and hurriedly walked 
toward the door. As soon as his head poked up, a foot from either side 
of the doorway lashed up and smashed into his face, driving him 
backwards into the room and sending him crashing over the couch. He came 
up sputtering, a dazed look on his face. 
    "Hey," he growled. "That was for real." 
    The women smiled at each other. 
    "You bet your sweet ass it was, asshole," Uma hissed. 
    The women let fly both feet directly at Miles stunned face. They 
launched from a dead stop and were horizontal with the floor, their 
naked soles blasting into his mouth and nose, bloodying both and sending 
him flying backwards into the library's huge wall stack of books. He 
slammed hard into them, hands up behind him and dragging down volumes of 
the world's finest reading as he slowly crumpled to his knees. 
    "You cunts!!" he screamed, spitting out blood and wiping his hand 
across his mouth, enraged as he looked at his reddened fingers. "What 
the fuck!!" 
    "Cat-and-mouse, Miles, cat-and-mouse," Uma growled, going into a 
crouch and hiking up her short white-print skirt to expose her lean, 
rugged thighs. "We're the cats, you're the mouse." 
    Miles stood but never saw Nadja attack from his right. She'd 
stripped naked and unleashed a brutal side kick deep into Miles ribcage, 
forcing the air from his lungs. He doubled over in pain and Nadja 
straddled his head as he bent over with her thin but powerful thighs. 
She stood on crossed feet and Miles screamed in agony as her scissors 
crushed in on his skull, his teary eyes looking down the front of her 
strong legs at those crossed feet. 
    "Push him to my calves, give him a closer look," Nadja giggled. 
    Uma grabbed Miles hair and pulled him down to his knees, forcing his 
neck down between Nadja's locked calves, the rugged muscles in her lithe 
legs closing down the blood flow to the scissored man's brain, stars 
dancing before his eyes which were now inches from the sexy feet. 
    "You like my feet now, Miles?" Nadja growled, punching the legs 
together harder. "You like my sexy toes right there, Miles, right before 
your eyes? Or is my calf scissors a little too tight for your 
pleasure??" 
    He was in so much pain he scarcely noticed Uma pulling off his pants 
and reaching between his legs to pull his cock and ball package back 
between his thighs. She kicked his legs together and tied them closed 
with his belt, forcing his nuts and prick to stay sticking out the backs 
of his thighs. 
    "Perfect," Uma said, standing back. 
    The beautiful brunette's brown eyes flashed as she pitched herself 
forward and unleashed a brutal upward kick with the top of her foot 
directly into Mile's exposed nuts. The terrorist screamed a high-pitched 
scream as he felt his balls explode in the sacks as Uma  hauled back and 
kicked him again and again, harder each time, grunting in concentration 
as she did, while Nadja slowly constricted her iron calves on his neck, 
slicing the blood flow down to a trickle, leaving him just conscious 
enough to endure the agonizing pain in his ravaged nuts. 
    "Fucking rupture this murderous prick," Nadja screamed, moving her 
muscular calves to his jaws now, bending the bones in her tireless legs. 
"BUST HIS BALLS!!" 
    Uma laid down behind him and cocked back her strong legs, blasting 
them out both at the same time, pummeling his agonized nuts with her 
bony heels. Miles screamed again, this time from the feeling of his 
balls being driven back inside his body and his jaws being snapped like 
kindling in the calf scissors of one of the world's most beautiful 
women. 
    "Jeez, I can't see them anymore," Uma laughed, stopping the kick 
assault and peering at the holes in Mile's body where his nuts 
disappeared. 
    "Get them out of there, I got something I wanna do," Nadja growled, 
unhinging the calves from Mile's busted jaws, a river of blood and teeth 
flowing from his moaning mouth as he slumped to the floor. 
    As Nadja perused the stacks of books in the library, Uma rolled 
Miles over to his back. Smiling, she stood on his lower belly, putting 
both heels right on his pubic section, above his flaccid cock. She 
punched down hard with her feet, doing a sort of Heimlich maneuver on 
his lower regions to punch out the balls she'd driven inside his body. 
It worked, painfully: Accompanied by a nauseous howl, Mile's nuts popped 
back outside his nut holes, swollen, battered and bleeding internally. 
Uma rudely sat on Mile's face and ground her panty-clad ass into it. 
    "Smell me, Miles," she hissed back over her shoulder. "Smell my 
asshole!!" 
    "Nice touch, girl," Uma laughed as she picked out a big, thick book. 
"Get his cock hard, that will be good for what I have in mind!" 
    Uma bent over and grabbed his thickening cock, stroking it to life. 
Nadja walked behind her and stuck her naked foot under Uma's pounding 
ass and forced it into Mile's mouth. The man screamed up Uma's butt as 
Nadja's strong toes forced open jaws that had been shattered in the 
blonde's torturous calf scissors only moments before. Still, his cock 
stirred and stiffened under Uma's relentless hand. She smiled. 
    Nadja walked between Mile's legs to where Uma had him hard, his 
skinny white cock poking out of her hand. She laughed and motioned for 
Uma to get off his face. She did, kneeling to the side, furiously 
jacking his prick, bringing him to near orgasm. 
    "Miles, we know what you and your brother are, you are murderers, 
assassins, a threat to the sanctity of life wherever you vermin may 
dwell," Nadja said, holding  a huge book high above her head. 
    Uma's hand speeded up. A huge dollop of fluid bubbled at the head of 
his prick. He was there. Miles looked up through blurry eyes and saw 
Nadja standing in front of his stiff cock that was just starting to give 
up its load. 
    "What the fuck?" 
    "We're throwin' the book at you, asshole!!" she screamed. 
    Miles couldn't move. The book, a monstrous volume weighing at least 
10 pounds, hurtled down at his stiff cock on a perfect plane, 
horizontal, the thick leather binder crashing into the head of his cock 
just as it was about to spurt. The pain seared through his body, 
starting at the prick that now was pointing back at him, snapped in half 
by the extreme downward pressure of one of the biggest books in the 
library. Miles pain-drenched brain made one of those instant tricky 
connections: At this moment, he hated his brother for having so many 
fucking huge books in the house. Sean loved to read. Miles couldn't. 
    "ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Miles screamed at the top of his whiny voice 
as his trembling hands shot to his mangled cock, trying to bend it back 
into shape but succeeding only in sending new rivers of white-hot agony 
rippling through his body. 
    He fell back and twitched, hands at his side, eyes rolling in his 
head. Nadja and Uma sat on either side of his busted prick. Nadja opened 
the book and laid it under his nuts between his legs, gently closing it 
just to the point where the pages brushed his balls. She put her feet 
against one side, Uma putting her feet on the other, pinning his balls 
in the middle. They smiled at each other and waited for Miles to realize 
what was happening. He looked down his belly, past his angled cock, and 
at the book in which his balls lay. 
    "No......please...." he whimpered. 
    "Murderer," Uma hissed. 
    "Child killer," Nadja growled. 
    It was a sheet of blood and ball goo that exploded from the book 
when the two women slammed their feet toward each other, the heavy bulk 
of the pages crashing around Mile's collapsing balls. They'd destroyed 
nuts before and were always amazed at the volume of fluid in a man's 
testicles, but the way Miles's balls ruptured took them aback somewhat. 
It was a mix of red and white, of blood and come, and it erupted from 
the suddenly closed book in a fan, a gory translucent sheet of stuff 
that coated their feet and his chest, belly and face. They locked their 
legs out straight, pushing the book shut even more until it looked like 
there was nothing in the middle to hold the pages apart. When they let 
up, they had to peel the book away from Mile's mangled orbs. They looked 
inside and his balls were flat - as the pages of a book. They laughed as 
Miles convulsed and puked all over himself. 
    "To the work room?" Nadja asked Uma. 
    "To the work room," Uma answered. 
    They lifted Miles up and dragged him out of the room, down the hall. 


    "Come out, come out wherever you are..." came the sing-song lilting 
voice of Claudia as she and the others slowly walked down the long 
corridor toward Sean's hiding place. 
    The other O'Casey brother played it a little more wily, made the 
women work for their money. He was hiding in the pool area, in the 
closet near the sauna. They tracked him there and walked into the hot, 
steamy enclosure of glass and metal. They saw the closet, walked toward 
it when they spotted a small movement of shadow in the slim crack of the 
door and wall. Claudia fisted the door knob as Ingrid and Eva stood at 
her side. She pulled the door open. Sean smiled out at her - but not for 
long. 
    Claudia cranked up her wickedly long leg and pasted the bottom of 
her naked foot flush on his nose, eyes and mouth, the long sole crashing 
hard into all three areas and smashing a bloody path of destruction. He 
crashed against the utility closet wall and Ingrid and Eva ran up to 
hold him steady against it so Claudia's ceaseless foot could lash out 
again and again, jamming his nose into and all over his bloody and 
surprised face. His eyes shot open in anger, not terror; he was too 
pissed to be scared. 
    "YOU CUNT!!!!" he screamed. "This is not part of the game!!!" 
    Claudia sneered and walked up to him, slamming a hand into his 
crotch and squeezing his balls until he whimpered like a trapped dog and 
tried to slump away from her, but was held up by the other two women. 
    "It's no game, baby-killer," she growled, spitting into his bloody 
face. "We're here to take you out. Surprised? I hope so, you dumb 
fucking ...MICK!!" 
    She looked around the utility closet and spotted the vacuum. She 
smiled and motioned for the girls to haul Sean out and lay him by the 
pool. 
    Walking over to him, she slowly undid his pants and pulled them off 
as Eva and Ingrid sat by his head, their feet against his head and 
armpits, his arms stretched up between their legs as they held him 
immobile. Claudia stood between his spread legs, nestling her shins and 
ankles up against his cock and balls. Despite the pain in his busted 
face, his cock stirred to life. Claudia smiled. 
    "They're all the same," she growled. "Maggots." 
    Quickly now, she hooked up the pool's vacuum and snaked the hose 
over to the area where Sean was being held. He heard the powerful 
sucking sound and felt the hose drape over his naked legs. Though his 
head was pinned in the feet of Ingrid and Eva, he managed to look down 
and watch Claudia kneel between his legs - the thick hole in the pool 
vacuum head in her hand. He struggled but the girls punched his face in 
their feet and stretched his arms, yanking the sockets painfully. 
    "You're gonna get the suck job of your life," Claudia laughed. 
    Sean screamed. The powerful suction in the cold plastic vacuum head 
devoured his entire cock and ball package, pulling it away from his body 
and sucking it deep into the tube. His balls were stretched thin, his 
cock flapping along in the middle, slapping the sides of the big tube as 
his nuts throbbed and flailed alongside, much the way a piece of thread 
or cloth would inside a convential vacuum if one end were held fast. 
Sean screamed, his mouth pursed in pain; Eva and Ingrid dug their heels 
in harder on his jawbones, grinning as they felt the joints pop under 
the pressure. It caused them to involuntarily pull back harder on his 
arms and they practically orgasmed when they felt his shoulders 
dislocate. They barely heard the screams above the loud sucking sound of 
the pool's powerful vacuum as it battered Sean's cock and balls. 
    Claudia pulled it off him, not bothering to shut it off before she 
did; she had to put one foot on his belly and pull back extremely hard 
to break the suction with a gruesome popping sound. Sean's cock and 
balls hung thick, bloated and black and blue against his pasty white 
legs. 
    "Hey, we gave him a hickey!" she laughed, pointing to his crotch. 
    "Geez, he's sweating like a pig," Ingrid said. 
    "Yeah, let's cool him down," Eva added. 
    They easily rolled the nearly unconscious man to the side of the 
pool and flopped him in. The three guided him along the edge of the pool 
to the diving board and floated him beneath it, belly up. Ingrid slipped 
in the water in her panties and bra. Eva sat on the edge of the board, 
feet hanging down to the water, her short black dress riding high up her 
slim thighs. Ingrid positioned Sean beneath her and Eva locked her sexy 
feet around his bruised cock and balls. 
    "Get on board," she told Ingrid. 
    The lithe blonde in the water lifted herself up by the board and sat 
astride Sean's legs, pushing him down under the water. Eva's feet 
tightened and she pulled up. Sean screamed as his head cleared the 
surface as he was being hung by the nuts in the feet of one of the 
world's most beautiful women. Claudia stood on the board laughing. 
    "S'matter, Mickey?" Eva said, clenching her teeth, pulling her 
muscled legs up, the locked embrace of her feet squeezing his cock and 
nuts into a thin, damaged strand of flesh as Ingrid's weight tried 
pulling him under. "We thought you liked feet? Don't you like our feet, 
Mickey? Huh???? SAY YOU LOVE OUR FEET!!!" 
    "F........uck..............you........"the defiant man hissed 
between busted lips and dislocated jaw. 
    Claudia looked up and over the pool. She spotted the sauna and 
smiled. 
    "Girls, he looks cold," she said, tapping Eva on the shoulder. 
"Let's warm him up a bit, shall we?" 
    They dragged him to the sauna area and laid him flat. His arms were 
useless to fight them; they'd dislocated his shoulders. Eva hiked up her 
short skirt and straddle-sat his belly, facing his feet and pulling his 
legs apart. Ingrid stood on his face, not by it, on it, the flat soles 
of her sexy feet crushing his nose and eyes as she leaned on Eva's 
shoulders for support. And Claudia came walking out of the sauna with 
one huge red-hot glowing rock clamped in heavy metal tongs. She walked 
up by his head. Ingrid stepped off his face as Claudia held up the 
hissing stone inches from Sean's face. 
    "Say goodbye to your balls, you murdering bastard," she growled, 
spitting into his mouth. 
    For the first time in his life, Sean O'Casey was frightened, scared 
to death. Ingrid started to resume her position on his face but Claudia 
motioned her off. 
    "I wanna hear this fucker scream," she growled. 
    If no one knew better, it sounded like a cold steak hitting the hot 
metal grill of a barbecue - until that sound was overridden by the high-
intensity squeal-scream of the man whose balls were being fried. 
Claudia's forearms rippled as she turned and twisted the big hot rock in 
the tong all over Sean's sizzling nuts, searing and grilling every inch 
of ruined ball flesh. She was wide-eyed and possessed, teeth clenched, 
maniacal in look and attitude as she bore down hard, pushing the red-hot 
rock deeper into his bubbling ball meat. Sean's whole body convulsed 
madly against the pain, his legs thrashing and twitching, his dislocated 
arms flopping like spaghetti noodles at his sides. It took five minutes, 
five very long minutes for the heat from the glowing stone to be totally 
dissipated through his nuts. When Claudia finally pulled the rock out of 
his crotch, huge black chunks of testicle clung to it, ripping open with 
a meaty sound as they tore away from the main part, leaving gaping, 
oozing wounds of red and white behind. She walked up to Sean's delirious 
face and held up the tongs for him to see. His teary eyes widened in 
horror as he saw part of his balls hanging in black shards from the 
rock. He started to pass out. 
    "No, no, not yet, not yet," Claudia said, walking back between his 
legs and putting one huge, sexy foot against his cock, which was not 
damaged by the hot rock and stroking it to life. 
    "Amazing how you can do that to a guy you nearly killed, Claudia," 
Ingrid laughed, grinding her sexy feet into his face. 
    "Yeah, you are something," Eva added, reaching down and holding his 
stiff cock up so Claudia's long toes could scissor it as she jerked him 
off. 
    Defying all odds, Sean started to come. Instantly, Claudia took her 
sexy foot from his jetting prick, grabbed the vacuum and slammed it onto 
his genitals. Sean screamed as he felt his cock spew its load into the 
bowels of the pool's filtration system and what was left of his ruined 
balls tear free from their tenuous moorings and follow the come down the 
sucking tube. Claudia ran to the utility closet and returned with a pair 
of sheers. She showed the to Sean who screamed a bloody scream. She put 
the shears around the base of his flopping cock and snipped hard. In one 
clean stroke, she separated his cock from his body and it, too, 
fluttered down the long plastic vacuum tube. 
    The women hollered in victory, standing up and high-fiving each 
other as Sean O'Casey, one of the world's most violent men, flopped 
around on the pool deck in a huge puddle of blood, come and burned ball 
meat. 
    The women dragged Sean out toward the work room and were met by 
Nadja and Uma dragging Miles. Laughing, they found their way to the 
forbidden area and went in: It was a complete munitions factory, or so 
it seemed, with dynamite, nitro, plastic explosives, weapons, whatever 
the men needed to wreak paid havoc on innocent people. 
    They laid the men side by side and laced two wads of plastic 
explosives to what was left of their balls, Ingrid picking up the flaps 
of Miles's nut meat to pack the bomb material inside, using detonation 
wire to hold it in place. For good measure, Claudia took a few sticks of 
dynamite and jammed the ends of them inside the holes where Sean's cock 
and balls used to be, and wired it up. The women stood back, admiring 
their handiwork, as the two men lay dying on the floor before them. 
    "You sure you know what you're doing?" Claudia asked Ingrid, who was 
handling the detonation device as the walked down the corridor toward 
the garage to secure the services of one of the O'Casey's vehicles. 
    "I hope so," Ingrid shrugged. "Well, we'll find out when we get a 
mile or so away, won't we." 
    The women laughed and piled into a BMW, driving off, singing - and 
letting out a collective victory whoop when the ground shook around them 
and the sky behind them lit up yellow and hot as Ingrid flipped the 
switch. 
    
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