ESCAPE FROM KEN'S DUNGEON
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.


	Jenny awoke first. She heard and felt the drip of icy 
cold water on her bruised and battered face, and it woke her 
with a start. She sat up quickly and frightened in the dark and 
cold, leaning her shivering, nude body up against the slimy 
granite before pulling away in disgust. Slowly, she focused; a 
blurry sliver of light cracked in under the big door and shone 
on Linda and Gabby, who were moaning nearby, the soft glow 
illuminating their nude and abused bodies. Jenny sobbed and the 
other two awoke.
	"It's OK, it's OK, hon, we'll get out of here," Linda 
said groggily, sliding up to Jenny on one side, Gabby on the 
other, the three beautiful women hugging for comfort and 
warmth.
	"Those fucking bastards," Jenny cried softly. "I can't 
believe they got the jump on us like that!"
	"Don't worry, we'll get the jump on them in return," 
Linda said, her huge breasts resting on Jenny's shaking arm. 
"Don't worry about that, this will not go unpunished."
	"Fucking kill 'em, that's what we'll do," Gabby growled, 
snuggling up to the other two women in the wet cold. "I get 
these legs of mine scissored around their necks, they're 
fucking dead!!"
	"I believe that," Linda laughed softly, trying to get 
Jenny to relax, but the beautiful blonde was still sobbing. 
"You'll get your chance, Gabby, you'll get the chance to put 
those scissors to someone, I guarantee it. Let's just warm up a 
bit and come up with a plan."
	They sat and thought, more of the night before than what 
they had to do. The terror was still with them.
	They were at a bar, three of the world's sexiest, most 
beautiful women, a contrast in age, body type and beauty. 
Linda, actress, pushing the status of senior citizen but so 
well preserved and still stunningly beautiful that women half 
her 50-plus years envied her.
	Gabby, world-class athlete, rugged and muscular in 
addition to beautiful, with legs that were long, strong and 
exceedingly powerful from so many years running in the sand on 
the beach volleyball circuit; rumor had it that on a bar bet 
she once scissored a volleyball until it exploded and then took 
the bettor's money from him when he reneged by putting him in a 
bodyscissors and cracking three ribs until he paid up.
	Jenny, model, Playboy centerfold, a young women of 
inescable beauty, her long blonde hair cascading over her 
slender shoulders.
	The three women, beautiful and available, were out on the 
town in the south of France, when a trio of Arabic men came to 
their table, brandishing money, power and charm.
	Drinks were bought and consumed and the ladies were 
wooed. It wasn't long before the six of them were in the back 
of one of the men's stretch limousine, the trip being made, the 
women were told, back to their hotel where they would be 
dropped off.
	They never made it. The drinks had been spiked with drugs 
just strong enough to keep them groggy and unable to resist, 
but not enough to knock them out altogether. The women 
remembered the dungeon, a dank, dark place with water dripping 
and cold floors. They remembered being raped, repeatedly, and 
slapped around, not just by the three men but many others. Six? 
Twelve? Linda was the most lucid of the bunch, fighting the 
effects the most, but she couldn't remember how many greasy 
cocks invaded her neatly trimmed pussy. She just knew it hurt 
and that the women cried and there was come and blood ...
	And Robert. The name popped out, the face as well. He was 
American, not like the rest. He was the richest, she recalled 
now, sliding her head back against the slimy granite wall, her 
teeth clenched, anger welling in her heaving chest that even 
against the cold had her breaking a sweat.
	"Robert," she said to herself. "Robert."
	The ringleader. It was coming back to her now. Robert 
called the shots, Robert told which one of his greasy friends 
whom to fuck, where to fuck her, how to come. He was directing 
the entire gruesome rape scene for his own pleasures, Linda 
recalled thinking at the time and thinking it even more clearly 
now. Robert. Her eyes narrowed into angry slits as she hugged 
her two friends closer to her in the dark and gloom.
	"No matter what happens," she hissed to them, smoothing 
Jenny's hair and poking Gabby in the shoulder to look into her 
eyes, "Robert belongs to ME! Understood?"
	Gabby smiled and nodded, slapping her meaty thighs 
together and pointing her long toes in the dark. Linda got 
Jenny calmed down and the women started to enact their plan.
	+++++++++++++++++
	"Not bad, you little tramp, not bad at all," Robert 
sighed, laying back on his huge bed in the penthouse suite he 
kept for himself at the Chateau de Richehomme overlooking the 
winding road leading to Monte Carlo. "Keep it going."
	One of the world's richest men, Robert spared no expense 
on fulfilling his foot fetish and now, two pair of the best 
looking feet in France were doing him nicely. Monique was 
laying at his waist, her long, slender feet scissored around 
his cock as she jacked him up and down in the locked embrace of 
her silky soles while Elana, a milk-white blonde, sat by his 
head, smoothly rubbing her painted toes over Robert's anxious 
mouth.
	It took awhile, it usually did; Robert was used to years 
of foot play and after awhile, it didn't feel as good as it 
once did when he had to cajole dates into letting him play with 
their feet, maybe lick their grimy toes after he'd liberated 
them from shoes and socks in the backseat of his car. Now he 
had the money and could order them to do whatever he wanted. It 
wasn't as much fun.
	Robert kept the thought of Suze, the first girl who's 
feet he'd sucked, fresh in his mind, her long, strong legs, 
those insanely lengthy toes, the smell, the feel, the texture 
in his mouth. It was long ago, but the trigger worked; he 
looked down over the creamy swell of Elena's feet at his mouth 
and watched his cock geyser a mountain of spunk all over 
Monique's sexily pumping feet, coating the toes and smoothing 
out in a white creamy blanket on the top of her soles. Robert 
sighed and pushed Elena's wet toes out of his mouth.
	"Lick them clean," he said to Elena, snapping his fingers 
and pointing and Elena took to sucking Monique's come-drenched 
feet like a thirsty dog lapping up a puddle.
	Monique's and Robert's eyes met; they'd discussed this 
before and it meant incredible amounts of money to the 
beautiful black-haired girl, amounts that were maybe two hour's 
worth of interest on the money in Robert's banks. Monique 
looked darkly down on the slobbering, submissive Elena and 
smiled evily. The blonde looked up, cream around her sexy lips. 
She didn't have a chance to move.
	Monique locked one foot around the back of Elena's neck 
and brutally slammed the other, comey toes first, right down 
her throat. The blonde's eyes cracked open wide, just as her 
jawbones did, splitting along the seam and sending a sheet of 
blood down her face and over the foot plunging into her throat. 
Then the eyes closed as Monique pumped her long foot in deeper 
to Elena's moaning mouth; the moans soon stopped as Monique's 
long toes and nails tore the voice box deep inside. By the time 
Elena stopped twitching and died, Monique was in up to the 
ankle. She pulled it out with a wet plop and Robert ordered his 
nearby bodyguards to fetch a pan of warm water and soap for her 
to clean up.
	"Same time next week," Robert said calmly to Monique, 
walking back toward his office, leaving the cleaning of the 
dead woman's presence to others far less wealthy than him.
	Then he smiled as the memory of the night before hit him. 
He had a phone call to make to an old dungeon he owned down the 
road to check on his recent acquisitions.
+++++++++++++++
	The three women forced themselves to eat the moldy bread 
and drink the warm water the guards laughingly slid under the 
door.
	"We can't be weak, not today," Linda said, wincing as she 
ate the hard crusted slice she was given. "We need our 
strength, girls."
	Gabby smiled darkly, tensing her thick thighs and 
slapping them together.
	"All I need is a target," she growled.
	"You do it girl, you do it," Jenny seethed, chewing the 
bread angrily.
	Linda forced a smile and nodded at the girls. They nodded 
back. It was time to act.
	She walked to the door and peered underneath. One pair of 
shoes sat at the guard table outside. Linda gave the signal to 
Gabby and Jenny.
	The guard shook his head, not thinking he was hearing 
right. He cocked his ear in the direction of the door and 
listened. Sure enough, the unmistakable moans of women were 
coming from the dark cell. He got up and walked over, quietly 
sliding open the food latch and peering into the darkness.
	The shaft of light from the hole fell squarely upon 
Gabby's twitching ass as it rode Jenny's face. The dark-haired 
girl was mounting the blonde, snapping her lush hips back and 
forth on Jenny's lapping tongue.
	"Oh, shit, yeah, baby, eat me, fucking eat me," Gabby 
growled, head back, thighs pinching shut around Jenny's nose as 
her pussy engulfed the rest of her face. "Don't stop, don't 
fucking stop..."
	Linda stood in front of Gabby, grabbing thick handfuls of 
the muscular girl's tits and palming them, twisting the nipple, 
finally bending to suck one then the other into her mouth. She 
had her eyes closed but one opened just a crack to look at the 
guard's wide-eyed presence in the door.
	They hear the bolt slide open. All three women tensed.
	"Jesus, Gabby, your thighs.." Jenny whispered from 
beneath Gabriel, who was clenching the muscled hamstrings in 
the back of her thighs along the blonde's face.
	"Oh, sorry," Gabby giggled.
	"Girls, play it, play it..." Linda warned, continuing to 
munch Gabby's thick nipples.
	The skinny guard walked over, rubbing his cock and 
watching. Linda looked up and smiled.
	"You want some?" she asked, pointing to his cock, then 
Gabby, knowing he didn't speak English. He nodded furiously.
	"You stupid fuck, you don't want to get between my 
thighs, you asshole," Gabby said with a big grin as Linda 
tapped her shoulder and signaled her to roll to her back and 
spread her big legs. "I'm gonna slice you half with my 
scissors, you dump prick!!"
	The guard unzipped his trousers and whipped out his 
pencil cock. The three girls giggled, but he didn't care. He 
knelt and knifed his prick into Gabby's spongy pussy. The girl 
let out a mock scream of pleasure - and slowly wound her long 
legs around his sides. He happily fucked her harder and harder, 
especially when he felt Linda and Jenny behind him, each 
grabbing a nut in each hand from between his legs, and gently 
at first, tugging on them, pulling, kneading, squeezing.
	"Ah...ah....ah..." the soldier grunted, eyes closed and 
head up as he mindlessly fucked his prisoner. 
	Gabby looked up at him and sneered. She milked her iron 
pussy on him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge, 
helped on by the constant kneading of his nuts by the other two 
women.
	He went stiff and his eyes shot open as he started to 
come. Then the pain hit, hard and furious, from four fronts:
	Gabby's iron thighs sliced brutally hard into his lower 
ribs as soon as she felt his cock knot in her, ready to burst, 
the thick ropes of her adductor muscles snapping his ribs like 
kindling, shattering the bone inside him and instantly tearing 
up vital organs as her tireless thighs continued their 
relentless press onward.
	At the same time she was scissoring his guts to mush, 
Gabby's muscular cunt clamped down so hard on the soldier's 
cock it bruised it as it immediately shut off the flow of spunk 
from his balls.
	And his balls, one at a time, were being viciously 
crushed in the palms of Linda and Jenny, each woman kneeling, 
teeth clenched in concentration, their muscular forearm sinews 
and tendons dancing beneath the skin as they each made a fist 
around the testicle held inside. The guard's balls exploded in 
their grip, the tender insides of them nothing but paste as 
Jenny and Linda alternately relaxed then squeezed brutally 
hard, pulsing their hands on his dying nut meat.
	Jenny stood up as Linda now took both smashed balls in 
one hand, tightening her fingers in an O-grip around the base, 
forcing what was left to balloon up purple in her grip. She 
pulled back hard, yanking his balls far away from his body. 
Gabby's thighs were still mauling his guts, her iron cunt still 
mashing his stiff cock, which couldn't shrink under her 
agonizing squeeze.
	"Go for the extra point, girl!" Gabby roared over the 
guard's shoulder, which was limp against her breasts now.
	Jenny cocked a long, lean leg back and let fly her nude 
foot, bending it down and catching his swollen love sacks flush 
with the thick top part of it, the meat-on-meat slap sound 
resounding through the stone cell.
	"Yeah!" Jenny growled, stepping back to do it again. "I 
love this!!"
	She let fly again, same kick, same result: The guard 
jammed forward as best he could against the pain. Gabby's eyes 
popped wide.
	"Shit, kick him again, the fucker just gave me another 3 
inches I didn't think he had!!" she growled, slicing deeper 
into his cock base with the tight ring of her snatch.	
	Jenny laughed and came at him again, this time aiming her 
razor shop toenails, painted red, at the swollen double orb 
package of his nuts that Linda was dutifully holding up for 
her. Her big toe sunk in all the way to the tubes from which 
they came as it jammed the ball back inside the dying man's 
body.
	"Yeah, that's it, feed him his own nuts into the tube, 
use that foot," Linda hissed, helping Jenny along.
	Jenny sat down now and cocked her leg to keep her foot on 
his nuts, using her toes to force his balls into his body, the 
bloodied gel inside of them squishing around painfully. By the 
time she was done, no evidence of his balls hung outside him. 
Linda ceremoniously slip-slapped her hands together, showing 
the job to be done.
	Gabby rolled him off to his back; his cock was still 
sticking up as it was unable to go down in the muscled clamp of 
her cunt.
	"Amazing how you do that," Linda said, shaking her head, 
standing by the soldier's and holding it immobile in her feet 
that she straddled it with. "When I was younger, I could do 
that, too."
	"Betcha still could now, if you wanted," Gabby said 
proudly. "You've got most women half your age beat."
	Linda smiled and tossed her blonde hair aside, nodding to 
Gabby and Jenny.
	"Let's finish this fucker before the others come," she 
said. "Then we'll take them and work our way out of here."
	"And to Robert," Gabby said.
	"And to Robert," Linda smiled.
	Jenny stood at the man's crying head, Gabby between his 
legs. Both women lifted their feet and took aim, dropping their 
pretty legs down in unison. Gabby's sole smashed dead on to the 
stiff prick that waved before her, instantly snapping it in the 
middle with a gruesome squooshy sound, at the same time Jenny 
was ramming her slim heel into the man's nose, smashing it to a 
bloody pulp and ramming the cartilage deep into his brain, 
killing him. In less than a second, the blonde and the black-
haired beauty had stomped a man to death.
	The three women moved toward the door when they heard a 
pair of voices. Linda bent and put her face in the frame of the 
open sliding door within the bigger one and smiled outward.
	"Hello, boys," she said seductively. "Your friend seems 
to be in trouble here."
	One of the guards spoke broken English back and told her 
to step back from the door. The two men came inside and stopped 
when they saw their dead comrade on the floor, his cock snapped 
in half, his face a death mask of blood, fear and busted bone. 
They looked at each other, then Linda who stood naked before 
them. It dawned on them too late they didn't know where Jenny 
and Gabby where.
	The pain rocketed from their nuts to their heads and back 
again as the two women delivered perfect upward bound kicks 
between the men's legs and into their nuts from behind, 
flattening them against their bodies. Immediately, their hands 
went to their wounded crotches and they fell to their knees. 
Linda laughed and grabbed each of their heads by the hair, 
lifting them to look into her face.
	"Where's Robert?" she asked simply, looking from one 
guard to the other until she found the one who spoke English. 
"Where is he?"
	The guard balked. Linda let go of the him; he fell to the 
side, frightened, as he looked at the three women before him. 
Linda now used both hands to brace the face of the other one, 
grabbing an ear in each fist and holding him to face her. She 
slipped her body back, on her feet, and stuck her hard ass 
back, still holding his head, like a punter readying to kick.
	"Where...is...Robert?" she asked the other guard slowly, 
deliberately, staring hard at him.
	The guard's eyes darted side to side. Linda knew that he 
knew. She'd just have to get it out of him. She turned to face 
the guard she held.
	"You can thank your friend for this!"
	She punched forward on her legs, let out a shriek and 
delivered a brutal sole-first kick to the face of the guard 
whose head she held steady. The sickening thud resonated 
throughout the tiny chamber as Linda's foot bloodied the man's 
nose and shattered six front teeth, sending them coursing on a 
river of blood down his throat. And she still held his head in 
her hands. She cocked her butt back again, turning her head to 
look at the other guard.
	"Where is Robert?" she asked simply. The guard did not 
speak, only held his hat in his hands and bit it hard.
	Again, Linda lurched forward, this time aiming her toes 
at his face - and gruesomely ramming the big one into one eye 
socket, dislodging it, sending the bloody little orb skittering 
across the floor to land at the hat-chewing guard's feet, 
looking right up at him. He screamed like a girl. Linda laughed 
and stood up, her toe still buried in the eye socket of the 
moaning guard, his hands hanging limply at his side as she 
foot-fucked his face, his body twitching as a torrent of gross 
bodily fluids cascaded around the digit so brutally buried 
where his eyeball once was.
	"Where is Robert?" she asked again, standing on one foot, 
the other sticking out of the dying guard's face.
	The guard didn't answer. Linda shrugged and signaled the 
other girls. Jenny and Gabby happily sat at the guard's side 
and each grabbed an arm, holding it between their legs, each 
placing a foot under his arm, the other alongside his face - 
and pulled. He screamed in agony as they twisted, yanked and 
tugged until they dislodged his shoulders from the sockets.
	"Where's Robert?" she asked again, and he didn't answer, 
he couldn't. He didn't hear her. That mattered little to Linda.
	Linda stripped the pants off her guard, laid him down and 
reached down to lift his limp cock out of the way, exposing a 
pair of huge, hairy balls. She grabbed the two of them in one 
hand and reached for the knife the man had in his belt. As the 
other guard watched, unable to move, his arms dangling at his 
sides as he sat still and wide eyed, Linda cleanly sliced 
through the man's ball package, severing it and holding them 
aloft, a gleam in her eye as a torrent of blood pumped from the 
dying man's crotch.
	The other guard puked, a geyser of vomit corkscrewing 
from his mouth so hard and so suddenly, it made Jenny and Gabby 
jump. Linda smiled and walked to him, holding the bloody orbs 
of his friend's nuts in her hand. She just looked at him and 
raised an eyebrow.
	"1500 Rue de Ballsnomore!!!" the guard shrieked in a 
high-pitched tone. "The Chateau de Richehomme!!"	
	Linda smiled and stood. She nodded to the girls. Jenny 
and Gabby grabbed the man's head, Jenny holding the sides, 
Gabby grabbing a handful of hair in one hand, prying open his 
jaws with the other.
	"Feeding time," Linda hissed, stepping forward with a 
teeth-clenching sneer to screw the bloody handful of ball meat 
deep into his screaming mouth.
	He flopped to his back, unable to spit the nuts from his 
mouth or pull them out with his dislocated arms. Linda knelt 
between his legs and used the knife to slice open his pants and 
grab his cock and nuts. The man's eyes bugged open wide in 
terror at what she might do and from choking on his friend's 
balls. He could barely get any air. Gabby and Jenny helped him 
sit up to watch as Linda slowly, cruelly slipped the tip of the 
knife into his asshole and then methodically dragged it up, up 
and up, the tearing sound of flesh making even the other two 
girls wince as Linda opened up his nuts until the shiny globes 
within fluttered out as she continued up, filleting his cock, 
splitting it down the middle.
	The guard's eyes rolled back in his head, from pain, 
shock and terror. He died soon after.
	"Wow, Linda, you're something else, I never thought of 
that," Gabby said as she and Jenny looked back at the twitching 
man on the floor.
	"With age, comes wisdom," Linda joked, walking toward the 
door.
	It was only a few blocks to 1500 Rue Ballsnomore, but it 
would be hard to negotiate naked, even in the sexually liberal 
environs of Southern France. The women slowly made their way 
down the dark dungeon's cold corridors until they came to a 
large room, an office. They saw a closet with clothes hanging, 
their clothes; but between it and them was a rather large 
guard, with a gun at his side.
	Linda cracked open the door and walked in, smiling, her 
large tits bouncing proudly. The guard never moved except to 
aim his rifle at her and mutter something in French. She 
stopped and talked in what French she knew. She used her hands 
to hold up her tits, play with her pussy, even turned to bend 
and show her ass. He remained unmoved and said something else. 
Linda rolled her eyes.
	"You're gay?" she said loudly, so Gabby and Jenny could 
hear as they stood outside the door. They knew what to do and 
swung around to a side door as Linda kept his attention focused 
on her, no matter how useless it was.
	The guard moved her back, slowly, using the point of his 
rifle, his face unsmiling, showing no emotion. Jenny and Gabby 
moved quietly behind him on naked feet, the pads of their soft 
soles making no sound. Then they launched themselves quickly, 
Gabby leaping up on his shoulders and embracing his head in her 
muscular thighs as Linda lunged forward to grab the rifle and 
wrench it from his meaty hands while Jenny slid up between his 
fat legs, hanging on his balls through his pants with both 
hands.
	The women worked him over brutally hard, taking a full 
five minutes to bring the bull of a man to his knees. When he 
did, blood seeped from his eyes as Gabby put on 100 percent 
scissor pressure, cracking his skull in her thighs, forcing 
blood to find an outlet from beneath his clenched-shut eyelids. 
Linda stood before him, Jenny behind, each taking turns ramming 
their naked feet into his crotch, pulverizing his nuts to 
bloody lumps in his pants. When he finally fell to his knees 
and then his back, he was nearly dead; the quick, hard scissor 
snap Gabby gave with her relentless thighs to break his neck 
was just icing on the cake.
	The girls got their clothes and stole out of the dungeon, 
most of the men left in charge of watching them dead in their 
wake. They made their way up the street unnoticed now, just 
three more beautiful women walking in Monte Carlo. They rounded 
a few corners and found the address they were looking for, a 
handsome, ancient building converted to condos. They went 
inside and read the boxes; all had names save for one, the top 
suite. It had to be Robert's.
	"Three women here to see you," one of his two burly 
bodyguards said, stepping into Robert's lush office from the 
outer area where the women waited. "They said they're from down 
the street."
	Robert looked up, puzzled. "Down the street? What the 
fuck does that mean?"
	The two men heard a grunt and a huge thud from the other 
room and raced out. The women stood, side by side, smiling; the 
bodyguard was dead on the floor, his pants torn open, his balls 
ripped open by a knife sticking out of them, his neck snapped. 
The other bodyguard's face went white as he looked from his 
dead friend to the women and back to his friend. Robert looked 
annoyed.
	"I thought you three cunts were locked up safe in the old 
fortress," he said. "That's what I get for hiring fucking 
morons."	
	He looked at his remaining bodyguard as he said it and 
nodded. Twice. The big goon was hesitant to move, and that's 
all the girls needed.
	Three pairs of feet, stripped of their shoes, sailed 
across the room and into the bodyguard's chest, face and nuts. 
The big man went down hard and two of the girls concentrated on 
doing him in while Linda chased Robert into his office and 
slammed the door. Gabby took the man to the floor and laced on 
a stepover wristlock, pulling his muscular arm up between her 
muscular thighs, snapping bones as she went while Jenny used 
the points of her toes to repeatedly slam between his legs 
until a dark spot of blood seeped through his pants; she'd 
literally busted his balls. They wouldn't stop until he was 
dead, knowing that Linda in the other room with Robert would be 
fine all by herself.
	Robert screamed, but the soundproofed walls of his 
customized office meant no one in the building would hear; he'd 
had it built that way to hide the screams of the women he'd 
torture here, now it was working against him. Linda was pinning 
him up against the wall, repeatedly slamming her tanned thigh 
up into his crotch,  hammering his balls with the hard quad.
	"You...mother...fucker...how...dare...you...think...you..
.can...do...this...to..us..." she growled, slamming the thigh 
up on each word. Robert's eyes rolled back into his head and he 
was nearing unconsciousness from the pain. Linda stopped; she 
wanted to prolong the agony.
	She backed off and before he could hit the floor, she'd 
stripped his pants from him, leaving him to lay on his marble 
office floor with his hands between his legs, moaning. She 
looked around the office and spotted a tennis racket. She 
smiled.
	Seconds later, Robert was on his back, his legs drawn up 
to his chest and held there by Linda as she sat across the back 
of his legs, bending him nearly in half - and totally exposing 
his balls as they lay directly beneath her.
	"My serve!!" she growled and raised the racket high.
	She slammed it down, mesh first, across his big balls, 
the waffle pattern of the hard string embedding into his nuts; 
when she pulled up, his nuts were embossed with criss-crosses. 
Robert screamed, horribly. Linda sat harder, her creamy ass in 
his face, her asshole engulfing his nose as she lifted the 
racket and slammed it down, again and again and again, until 
his balls were flat against his thighs and ass, nothing but a 
gruesome red pattern in the mark of the racket.
	"GAME!!!" she roared, slamming it down harder.
	"SET!!" she screamed again, hitting his nuts harder.
	"MATCH!!!" she shrieked, spinning the racket around now 
and ramming it, butt end first, down onto his balls with both 
hands, splattering them into bloody pulps, the handle splashing 
his balls aside as it buried itself in his asshole.
	She climbed off, breathing heavily from the exertion and 
left him laying on his side, his nuts destroyed, a tennis 
racket sticking out of his ass. Jenny and Gabby strolled in, 
laughing when they saw him. Gabby reached down and twisted, the 
hard handle spinning around in his bloody rump. Robert twitched 
and cried on the floor.
	Linda looked off to the side of the big office and 
spotted a device hanging from the ceiling, a large rope with a 
noose at the end, used to hang women, no doubt. Robert probably 
fucked them as they died; the thought angered her even more 
than the memory of the three of them being gang raped in that 
dark dungeon.
	"Girls, string this fucker up by the cock," Linda told 
Gabby and Jenny, motioning toward the rope.
	Gleefully, the girls obeyed, tightening the rope around 
Robert's shrunken cock and hoisting him up, tying the rope off 
as the screaming man hung about three feet off the floor. Linda 
walked over to him, smiling, shaking her muscular thighs, 
loosening them up. She stood on one foot, rubbing the other in 
his face.
	"I'm going to kill you now, Robert, I'm going to kill you 
with my feet," Linda said evenly. "It will hurt like hell, 
maybe as much as being hung from your cock, I don't know. But 
it will hurt a lot. I'm going to kick you and gouge you eyes 
and choke you with my toes and I don't know what else. But I 
will kill you. And it will take some time, some agonizing 
time."
	She stepped back and unleashed a brutal sidekick to his 
jaw, shattering it and spinning him around on the rope, 
wobbling painfully from the knot of his prick which was welled 
up fat and red from his body weight hanging from it. The other 
girls steadied him and Linda reared back and slashed down with 
her leg, the heel crackling his nose to a red pasted, his body 
bouncing wildly, head to toe. Again she kicked, this time using 
her toes to jam his mouth and smash several teeth down his 
throat. She was an animal now, grunting as she savagely 
battered the hanging man, making growling sounds, louder and 
louder as each brutal kick sent even bigger sprays of blood up 
from his mangled face. After five minutes of intense kicking, 
she steadied him on his rope and bent his face up to look at 
her.
	"Watch this," she spit. "It's the last thing you'll see!"
	She scooped up two golf balls from his desk and placed 
one on each eye. Turning his head to the side, she straddled it 
and embraced it in a scissor, her hard-lined muscular inner 
thigh across his face. She locked her ankles, shrieked in 
murderous concentration, and thundered the thighs hard on him, 
the plank of her inner thigh on his face jamming the golf balls 
deep into his eye sockets. His body convulsed on the rope, 
twitching. His mouth was clear of her scissors and he screamed 
a bloody, guttural scream of all-consuming agony. Jenny and 
Gabby watched, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, as Linda's big 
thighs quivered in the effort and a sheet of blood and eye goo 
oozed out from the juncture of thigh and face. Robert twitched 
madly, his broken hands pawing vainly at Linda's crushing legs, 
but she kept it up for a devastating five minutes until she was 
sure of what she'd done. She finally unhinging her legs and 
looked down, whooping with delight as she spun him around to 
show Jenny and Gabby.
	Robert's eyeballs were gone. In their place were the golf 
balls. She'd destroyed the real ones in her scissor grip and 
driven the fakes into place. Jenny and Gabby were amazed.
	"Holy....shit..." Gabby said, stepping closer to admire 
Linda's leg work. "I never..."
	"Live and learn, girls," Linda said. "Now, I'll finish 
him."
	It didn't take that much more. Robert was bleeding 
profusely from the head wounds inflicted upon him by Linda's 
crashing feet and the rope was nearly slicing through the cock 
around which it was wound as he continued to hang, a broken, 
brutalized man. Linda walked between his legs and hoisted 
herself up on the rope, putting her feet on his belly and 
forcing the knot to tighten around his bursting cock. She 
lifted both feet as she hung from the rope and now slammed them 
straight down, onto his balls, smashing them even more. Again 
she double-foot rammed the nuts, bloodying them, destroying 
them, rendering them flat and lifeless in their sacks.
	"Goodbye, Robert," she said coldly.
	She jumped up, hanging onto the rope, and came down hard 
on his belly with full weight. His cock tore at the base and he 
screamed through broken teeth and jaw. She jumped again. The 
flesh of his meat ripped more and a sea of blood poured out. 
She jumped up higher and came down harder - and the cock 
severed, the rope tearing completely through it. He crashed to 
the floor in a twitching heap as Linda hung from the rope by 
her hands, laughing at the bloody lump of dying man at her 
feet.
	"Job well done ladies," Linda said, walking away as 
Robert drew his last breaths. "Now let's go home."

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