SMILE PRETTY, SMILE DEADLY
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.

	The Iraqi baggage handler was delirious with sweet agony. 
Kathy was literally standing on his head, grinding his face 
beneath the soft, sexy soles of her long, powerful feet, 
pinching his nose between her painted toes, while Niki sat 
between his legs, torturing his huge balls through his pants 
with the heels of her combat boots.
	"Mmmm, c'mon, Fahid, or whatever the fuck your name is, 
c'mon, you wanna come, dontcha, you'd love to come right now, 
huh?" Niki said, thrusting her slender leg out, sending shock 
waves of pain and pleasure through the young man's balls and up 
through his belly as her thick leather heel ground his nuts. "I 
see that cock all hard and wet in your pants. Want me to take it 
out? Huh? You want that cock sliding between my big nasty 
boots?"
	"Oh, beautiful white blonde woman person," the man babbled 
in English so bad it bordered on sounding like an Arab Jerry 
Lewis. "Yes, please to make my cock jerk in your hard boots of 
leather!!!"
	Kathy giggled and slid her feet down to the sides of his 
face, her ankles crushing his cheeks, pressing his mouth in 
painfully. She scissored his head with her ankles and looked 
down at him as Niki slowly unsnapped his uniform pants and slid 
them down to his feet, his huge, dark cock bobbing free. She 
moaned when she saw it.
	"You know, Mohamar, or whatever the fuck your name is, you 
know Niki is very, very good at what she does," Kathy said, 
rubbing her ankles against his face. "She can make you come in 
her 'hard boots of leather' and she will. But you should give us 
a little something in return."
	She was sitting down between his spread legs, her thick 
soles locked on his prick, the heels of the big boots pushing on 
his nuts as she slowly, at first, jacked him off.
	"Wha....what is it that you want?" the man moaned, his 
hands running up and down Kathy's muscular calves, up under her 
baggy pants. "What is it?"
	"Oh, just tell us where el Ken-Nee and his men went after 
coming through the airport this morning, that's all," Kathy said 
sweetly.
	The man's eyes popped open and Niki saw his cock droop in 
her locked boots, but not for long as she squeezed it harder and 
it rehardened quickly.
	"NO!!!" he yelped, feeling the hard edges of Niki's big 
boots cut into his prick and Kathy's ankle scissor tighten. 
"Cannot do that!! Would mean paying with my life, you don't 
understand things that which you are playing with here!!!"
	Niki laughed. "Oh, Yassir, or whatever the fuck your name 
is, I know EXACTLY what I'm playing with here! I'm playing with 
a nice, hard, Iraqi cock in my nice, hard, American boots, 
jacking it, playing with it, jerking it up and down and up and 
down ... "
	The man moaned, eyes closed. Kathy lifted a foot and 
pinched his nose with it.
	"And I'm playing with your nose with my toes which just 
five minutes ago were all wrapped up in hot, sweaty socks and 
big old boots," she growled, shoving her toes into his nose. 
"Smell 'em, Eelassa, or whatever the fuck your name is? Smell my 
toes? I said smell 'em!!"
	She jammed her slimy digits up his nose harder now, 
gagging him, making it hard to breathe especially as the rest of 
her foot covered his mouth. Blood oozed around her toes as she 
was now picking up the pace of her nasty foot fuck.
	"P....pleas....." he begged. "Stop..."
	Kathy looked down at him, pulling her sexy blonde hair 
away from her face to do it. 	
	"Can't stop now, you're almost gonna come, aren't you?" 
she said sweetly, at the same time grinding down harder with her 
sexy foot.
	"Any second now...and if you want to come, we suggest you 
tell us where El Ken-Nee went!" Niki scolded.
	For emphasis, Niki opened her boots a bit to capture the 
man's monstrous, fat nuts in the leathery clamp of her footfuck. 
He was in heaven and hell now as the soles of Niki's sexy black 
boots continued to jack his stem, while the locked heels 
pulverized his trapped balls. But the orgasm was building over 
the pain and he was delirious.
	"Tell us," Kathy said, pulling her toes from his noses and 
sliding them, all five, into his mouth and down his throat, 
choking him, making huge beads of sweat roll down his face, his 
eyes open in terror. "Tell us now!!"
	"C'mon, Saddam, or whatever the fuck your name is!" Niki 
growled, really pounding his boot-wrapped cock and balls, 
jamming his nuts harder as she cranked his crank in the thick 
soles of her boot so hard she was scraping skin off in bloody 
strips. "You wanna come on my big nasty boots!!! You better 
talk!!"
	He arched his back and his balls knotted to come, but Niki 
squeezed down, crushing his nuts, shutting off the flow of his 
spunk. He screamed - then he gave them what they wanted.
	"They are in the northeastern hills, near Kirkuk!!" he 
screamed. "Small group of hills there, by conjunction of three 
roads!!! At the one leading to Arbil, go to your right side hand 
and walk up three mile!!! Enclave of el Ken-Nee is there!!! 
Please, please, let me ejaculation now!!!"
	The girls laughed; Kathy sliced her long foot so deep into 
his gagging throat, blood spurted from this busted jawbones as 
Niki wrenched her feet together violently, snapping both nuts in 
their sacs even as he huge cock jetted volumes of pure white 
cream up and out and splashing onto the black, shiny leather of 
her combat boots. The man screamed around the plunging of 
Kathy's mouth-fucking foot and his nuts, flattened to a bloody 
pulp, still powered a few last ropes of arab jizz that fairly 
sizzled on the toes and soles of Niki's boots. By the time he'd 
finished, he could barely breath. Niki got up and wiped the come 
from her boots on his pants, which she threw on his shrunken 
cock and flattened nuts. Then standing with both feet on his 
genital package, she twisted, punched and jammed her feet down, 
bloodying his cock and exploded balls, a wash of red soaking the 
pants upon which she stood. He screamed in brutal agony but it 
was muffled around the foot of beautiful Kathy as she thrust it 
deep into his throat.
	"Look at it this way, Abdullah, or whatever the fuck your 
name is," she laughed. "El Ken-Nee found out about you telling 
us where he was, you'd be a dead man anyway!"
	And as she pushed deeper, her sharp toenails tore into the 
tender tissue of his throat, filling it with blood which poured 
into his lungs. He sputtered a few times and then died at the 
end of the leg of one of the world's most beautiful - and deadly 
- women. The girls straightened up and then made sure no one was 
outside the locked door of the baggage area before walking out.
	"See ya...what the fuck was his name, anyway?" Niki 
giggled, walking back to the man's body and straightening out 
his shirt to read his name tag sewn there.
	"Unbelievable," she laughed, walking back to Kathy as they 
both left the room, the target of their interrogation growing 
cold.
	"Why, what was his name?" Kathy asked as they strolled 
through the crowded corridors of Baghdad International Airport.
	"Bob," Niki laughed. "Fucking Bob, can you believe it?"
	The girls linked arms, laughing, and walked outside to 
meet the rest of their group. The questioning had taken up the 
first 30 minutes of their arrival in Iraq. A most productive 30 
minutes.
+++++++++++++++++++++++
	Suze looked over the flock of beauties gathered in her 
room at the Baghdad Hilton, 10 of the world's most beautiful and 
most lethal womens, trained in the ways of assassination using 
whatever means was at their disposal - usually their feet and 
hands. She smiled. The girls of the assassination school had 
learned well and had gone on to Suze's murder company that 
roamed the globe doing away with those they were hired to kill.
	The latest assignment would no doubt be the most difficult 
Suze and her girls had ever faced. The conducting of business 
leading to this was done in a manner most secretive, back-room 
dealings with men connected to other groups who had something to 
do with yet more agencies, right on to the top, Suze imagined. 
But the links between the murder group and the man running the 
entire show from a well-known address on a well-known street in 
Washington, DC, were vague to the extreme so no connection could 
or would ever be made.
	The instruction, however, were as clear as the chain of 
command was fuzzy: Find el Ken-Nee and his band of murderous 
terrorists, the Achmed Regime, and kill them, all of them, 
quickly or slowly, it mattered little. All that did was that 
they were slain.
	They were violent men, as well trained in murder as Suze's 
girls. And to make matters worse, they had the motivation of a 
rock-solid religious conviction driving them on, no matter how 
insipid and unrealistic that religion might be. It was the basis 
of friction and wars between countries for centuries and was not 
something Suze or her girls could wipe out with one invasion 
into the Iraqi hills. But they could wipe out one faction of it. 
Suze coughed as a signal and the buzzing room full of beauties 
turned their attention to their leader.
	"The short version is this: We find el Ken-Nee and his men 
in the hills around Kirkuk; this is information we have thanks 
to the interrogation techniques of Kathy and Niki, thank you 
very much, ladies," Suze said and congratulatory murmurs filled 
the room. "We find them, we kill them. It's that simple."
	"So let's do it," said an enthusiastic Milla.
	"Milla, these are some of the most highly trained 
terrorists in the world," Suze said calmly. "You just can't 
stroll in there, not us, especially, and kill them. They're very 
suspicious men."
	"With the weakness of their ego and the allure of a 
beautiful woman," intoned Elaine, from the other side of the 
room, all eyes turning to her. "Right, Suze?"
	Suze smiled. "Right, Elaine. You've been paying attention 
to world affairs, those far beyond the model runway and the 
cover of Vogue."
	The other girls grumbled, shooting Elaine snide looks. She 
was good, no doubt about it.
	"So we play on that ego, that attraction to beautiful 
women," Suze said. "I've already made sure word is getting to el 
Ken-Nee that there are some of the world's top female 
photographers anxious to capture his men in a photo essay for 
the world to see. Remember that reclusive anti-government leader 
in Mexico? He was an egotist, too, loved the publicity, always 
wore a mask covering his face? el Ken-Nee is that way, too, 
loves the limelight, just doesn't want total exposure."
	"So we, the 11 of us, are just gonna walk in there with 
cameras and flashes and start taking pictures?" said a doubtful 
Carla. "Can't see it."
	"Carla, trust me," Suze said evenly, staring at Carla with 
calming eyes. "Have I ever steered any of my ladies wrong 
before? Hmm?"
	No one said a word. Suze was right, of course, Suze was 
always right. And beautiful. And deadly. They would listen to 
her because she was their leader and she always did right by 
them.
	Some of the girls knew photography very well, others had a 
passing knowledge of it; the next few days saw intense training 
in the hotel, as camera equipment was broken out, broken down 
and examined, studied, scrutinized, to know exactly how it 
worked, how to meter, how to compose shots, how to frame 
subject, and so forth, the studying going on until the girls 
dreamed about photography. And they waited for word from the 
hills. The word came.
	"all right, ladies, today is it," Suze said to her charges 
one morning as they gathered in her room. "Get it together and 
let's go."
	They were at the airport in a matter of minutes, ready to 
go. They climbed into the plane that would take them over the 
hills; it was part of the arrangement with el Ken-Nee. No bus, 
no driver, no route to the encampment for fear they'd tell 
someone. They would be flown over the site and parachuted in. 
And the girls were to wear identical combat clothing, albeit 
sexist combat clothing. They had on camouflage tank tops, very 
short and tight camouflage shorts, and short black jump boots, 
the kind Niki had worn to destroy Bob at the airport. They 
gathered their gear, strapped it to a sack and tossed it out 
over the jump site, watching its chute open automatically and 
sail to the ground. The girls followed, one by one, 11 chutes 
billowing over the desert mountains, cascading gently toward 
earth. The terrorists waited below, anxiously, looking up into 
the crotches of the beautiful women descending toward them.
	"A-IEIEIEIEIEI!!" the men yipped as one by one, gorgeous, 
near naked and smiling women plopped into their midst.
	They ran around, firing their automatic weapons into the 
air, slapping each other on the back, as the girls calmly 
gathered up their chutes and packed them away, and grabbed the 
big bundle of their other equipment. Suze smiled and walked up 
to one who looked like the leader.
	"Where is el Ken-Nee?" she asked, looking into the wild 
eyes of the man with a machine gun.
	"You take our picture, no?" he yapped into her face, the 
stench of rotten teeth blasting humidly into her face.
	"You smell like the guano of a thousand desert rats, yes?" 
she said with a smile, knowing he would not understand.
	She followed the man into the camp beyond the landing 
site, the seat of her tiny shorts riding up between her muscled 
asscheeks, the men following walking bent over, their eyes glued 
to the twitching meat of her rump. Suze knew they were there and 
reached back to hike up her shorts a little higher. The men 
howled.
	El Ken-Nee was in his tent, the biggest of the enclave, 
seated at a desk, looking over a scrapbook. He wasn't a big man; 
scruffy in the face, his eyes were calm, calmer than the frantic 
stares the rest of his men possessed. He had the look of a 
leader, Suze thought to herself as she heard the rest of her 
girls outside the tent,giggling like schoolgirls as the 
terrorists clamored for their attention. She heard the buzz of 
the automatic film advance on the cameras and knew the ladies 
were settling into their roles quickly, taking pictures, doing 
what they'd come to do - supposedly.
	"El Ken-Nee, it is an honor," Suze said to the man at the 
desk.
	He smiled at her and stood to shake her hand. His crotch 
stirred in his pants, Suze noticed, as his hand melted into 
hers. This would be easy, she thought, very easy. They all were.
	"Come, look," el Ken-Nee said with a sweep of his hand 
toward the desk. "Look at what others have done for me!"
	Suze looked at the scrapbook, jammed with clippings and 
photos of the handiwork of El Ken-Nee and his murderous band; 
exploded buses, mangled bodies, shattered lives, all in the name 
of a twisted religion that made them do it.
	"Interesting," Suze said. "But no pictures of you. Not 
yet."
	"No, not yet," El Ken-Nee said. "You are here for that. 
The world may see me now. They will never catch me anyway, but 
they may see my face. I will allow that."
	Suze smiled and listened to her girls outside.
	"We begin tonight," she said. "We will take photos of your 
men as they eat, talk, do whatever you do when you're not..."
	She looked at the clippings and tried not to show her 
disgust.
	"...doing what you do," she said. "I, I will take care of 
you myself."
	She said it seductively, leaning back and lifting a booted 
foot to caress the terrorist's rising crotch. His eyes bugged 
open widely in amazement and anger. Arab men did not like to be 
submissive. They were the aggressors, always. Suze knew it and 
smiled as he slapped her foot away.
	"This is MY camp, MY rules, MY way!" he shrieked at her. 
"You will do it the way I wish, do you understand!!!"
	Suze lifted her camera and snapped a quick half roll of 
his angry face.
	"Gotcha!" she said. "I wanted that determined look right 
off the bat, to inspire me. You did it, El Ken-Nee, you are 
good."
	He calmed right down, his face relaxing as what she'd said 
sunk in. HE smiled.
	"And you, little girl, you are very good, too," he said, 
straightening his pants crotch as his stiff cock faded away 
beneath. "Tomorrow, you and I will do a lot of things together."
	Suze winked at him and walked out. The girls had broken 
off into groups and were photographing the men cooking, playing, 
eating, carrying on. It was going well. They trusted the ladies 
already. Tomorrow would be a good day.
++++++++++++++++++++++++
	The girls huddled in their tent, their gear stowed, 
cameras ready for the next day. They sat around Suze, who held 
the receiver to her ear and bid the other girls to be quiet so 
she could hear. When she was in El Ken-Nee's tent, she had 
secretly planted a tiny microphone under his desk. For this trip 
to be effective, she had to know all. And she was hearing 
plenty.
	"I thought so..." she said out loud to the girls. "The 
bastards. The rotten bastards. Well, they are anyway, what else 
could we expect. I knew they'd do this, but it just makes things 
more interesting."
	"What?" asked Ashley. "What is it?"
	Suze put down the receiver. "They will let us take all the 
pictures we want, and then they'll rape and kill us."
	The girls let out a collective "No!"
	"Yes," Suze said. "They'll take the film and send them to 
media outlets they want to have them. That's their plan, ladies. 
They want to do this tomorrow after we're done shooting. We have 
to act fast. We'll break up into groups and take them out that 
way, OK?"
	The girls nodded anxiously.
	"There are about 20 of them, I think, from what I could 
tell," Shana said. "That's not bad, if we break down into groups 
of three or so, something easy to handle. We take them into the 
hills, out of sight, and sound, of the others, and dispatch them 
quickly and easily."
	"Right, Shana," Suze said. "And I'll take the man himself. 
I promised I would."
	The girls laughed. They slept well, anxious for the 
assignment in the morning to begin.
+++++++++++++++++++ 
	Kathy, Niki and Milla joked with a handful of men at 
breakfast, teasing them about their broken English. They talked 
easily to them, keeping their gazes transfixed in what they wore 
this day, again tiny camouflage tops and bottoms, but sandals on 
their feet, the long, strong and painted toes of 11 beautiful 
women exposed to the eyes of men not accustomed to seeing so 
much female flesh in their entire lives.
	"So, what do you guys plan to do this morning?" Kathy said 
sweetly. "We'll go with you, OK?"
	The men nodded anxiously. Rape and murder was much better 
than the chore they had in mind, which was hiking up the hills 
to look for firewood. This would make their day more pleasant, 
they thought, their cocks hardening as they looked at the sweet 
feet of the three girls twitch in their sandals.
	They let the girls walk ahead of them, the camera gear 
slung over their slim, powerful shoulders. The men's eyes were 
transfixed on the swells of those asses before them, their feet 
digging into the sandals as they climbed the dusty hills, the 
toes caking with a light powder. Looking back once they reached 
a wooded area, the girls noticed how far from camp they were and 
smiled. Sound shouldn't carry that far, they thought, and even 
if it did, the other men would be making sounds of their own 
that would mean they couldn't help the others anyway.
	"Work, boys, work," Milla said, snapping pictures of the 
terrorists chopping wood and stacking it, their eyes never 
leaving the beautiful women.
	Suddenly, as if by conspiracy, the men stopped and faced 
the women. They rubbed their crotches anxiously. The women 
smiled and knelt down.
	"Three of us, three of you, how nice," Kathy said, 
motioning them to walk to the kneeling trio. "Take those cocks 
out, boys, we've got something for you!"
	The men nearly tripped over each other to get there. When 
they did, their huge dark cocks were stiff already. The girls 
giggled and reached up, encircling each with a small, strong 
hand. They jerked the big pricks in their fingers, stroking the 
hanging balls with the other. The men cried out loud when the 
women put their hot velvet mouths onto their cocks and started 
giving them blowjobs like they'd never had in their lives.
	Then suddenly, the men were on their backs, stunned. The 
women had knocked them down and were sitting on their chests, 
legs extended, their feet wrapped around their fat cocks. They'd 
stripped their sandals off quickly, and now the dirty but soft 
soles of their hot feet slammed up and down on the pricks of the 
terrorists under them.
	"Ever had a footjob before, boys?" Kathy asked, looking 
over a pretty shoulder at the moaning faces of the men under 
them. "Ever shoot a huge load over a pair of pretty feet? Hmmm?
	"Nonononononono!!!!" one of them cried. "Never! This is 
too good to true be!"
	The girls laughed as the man fractured the English 
language. Then the girls fractured their cocks: They suddenly 
slammed their feet together with everything they had, using 
offset pressure, one foot at the base of the cock, the other at 
the top, snapping them in the middle. The men shrieked in 
incredible agony and looked in horror at their bent angles their 
still stiff pricks were at now as the women got off of them.
	"Oh, a little too hard?" Milla laughed. "Here, maybe this 
will help!"
	She leaped up and came down - feet first - on two of the 
bent cocks, jamming the base of each one into the men's bodies, 
mashing the stems into pulp at the juncture of the cock 
fracture. She stood on them, twisting and grinding, using her 
toes now to pop their balls between them. The other man grabbed 
his merely busted cock and howled in agony and fear as he 
watched his comrades' agony.
	"You go, girl!" Kathy hooted, standing with her arm around 
Niki watching. "You don't even need us!"
	"Let's do him, let's do him!" Niki yelped, running to the 
other man laying unattended on the ground who was now trying to 
back away as she approached.
	"You do it, hon," Kathy said, grabbing her camera. "I 
wanna record it for posterity!"
	Niki swung a pretty leg back and then forward, driving the 
sharp toenails of that foot deep into the man's exposed balls. 
The dark-skinned terrorist went stark white on the impact of the 
woman's foot buried in his thick nut package. She left the foot 
there, twisting it and digging her toes in deeper. He tried to 
scoot back, but came up against a big rock and couldn't move. 
His head lolled to the side, his tongue hanging out, as Niki 
stood before him, hands on slender hips, the muscles in her long 
creamy leg flexing and twitching, as she worked the foot of that 
leg to completely destroy his balls.
	"Mmmm, there's one," she said dreamily as she felt one nut 
pop in her toe lock. "Yeah, there's the other one!! All gone!"
	She started pushing one nut, then the other, back into his 
body cavity. The man's hands hung to the side, uselessly, as he 
was nearly unconscious from the testicular assault. For her 
part, Milla has ground the cocks of her victims to paste and was 
now kneeled between their legs as Kathy continued to shoot 
pictures of the destruction.
	"Up and at 'em boys!" she growled, reaching under their 
mauled cocks to latch her strong hands onto their nuts.
	The meat oozed between her strong fingers as the dying men 
howled in pain. Milla stood, pulling the nuts, pulling the men 
up off the ground. They were small men, so lifting them was no 
problem, not for Milla anyway. It was a problem for the men who 
found themselves completely off the ground, dangling from the 
exploded nuts, in the powerful hands of one of the world's most 
beautiful women.
	"Yeah!!" Kathy hollered, loading up another roll of 36 
exposure for the finale. "Make it happen!!"
	As Milla hung the men from their nuts, Niki ran up to 
their heads and started bashing, one foot at a time, down into 
their crying faces. The soles of the pretty blonde's hard foot 
crashed into one face, then the other, splattering nose bones, a 
spray of blood washing out from under the smashing sole. Teeth 
cracked and came loose, falling into the dust, some falling back 
into the choking throats of her victims. When she tired of that, 
Niki grabbed the knives from the belts of each of the men's 
pants, which were still on, just open at the zippers to allow 
their mangled genital packages to jut free.
	"Slice 'em and dice 'em, girl!!" Milla growled.
	Two swipes, one each from each hand, and the men slammed 
back to earth, barely awake. They looked at each other and 
slowly up and over their bellies to see a huge torrent of red 
pump from their crotches where their cocks and balls once were. 
The screams they tried to let out never made it; Milla and Niki 
sat on their faces, smothering their screams inside the sweaty, 
muscled clamps of their white, creamy asses that were all but 
hanging out as their tiny shorts rode high between their cheeks. 
Kathy snapped more photos and the men slowly and painfully died, 
their bodies arching up, their faces pinned by asses, their 
lives ebbing away in a pulsing of blood from their crotches.
	"Wonder how the others are doing?" Kathy mused to herself, 
looking down the hill toward the encampment.
++++++++++++++++++
	The jeep ride was bumpy and rude and the women - Carla, 
Tatjana, and Ashley - figured it was intentional. Their barely 
contained tits were bouncing obscenely under their tight 
camouflage tank tops, the nipples scraping to excited life by 
the movement of the fabric. They sat in the back of the jeep, 
two men sitting before them, facing them, watching those tits 
with wide-eyed wonder. Even the driver watched, in the mirror, 
and nearly went off the road a dozen times on the trip to the 
other side of the mountains to get water. A jeep full of other 
terrorists kept abreast of the women's jeep, five men in there, 
watching the tithe show as well. The girls smiled and used their 
hands now to hold up their big jugs. The men hooted wildly.
	By the time they got to the mountain stream, water was the 
last thing on their minds. Eight men stood facing the three 
women, rubbing their cocks in their pants. The women smiled at 
them and each other.
	"OK, plan?" Carla said through clenched, smiling lips, 
quietly to the others.
	"Eight...OK, three of us..." Ashley said without moving 
her lips. "Flying drop kicks to the faces. That'll take out six 
real quick, at least temporarily. Then we gang on the other two, 
kill them fast, and go back for the other six."
	"Good plan," Carla said quietly. "Just wish we'd brought 
more girls."
	"Shut up and jump," Tatjana said. "We got these big 
fucking boots on, they should do some damage."
	The girls motioned the men to come toward them. They did 
and the ladies ran and leaped, feet first and legs spread. The 
training paid off as their booted soles crashed brutally hard 
into six faces of very stunned terrorists, their noses exploding 
in a mist of red as they crashed backwards, some bouncing off 
trees, others off rocks, and two crashing wetly into the 
mountain stream. The two that were left looked at each other, 
stunned. The girls used that moment of indecision to fly.
	"Carla, neckscissors, Tatjana, go for the legs!" Ashley 
directed. "I'll take the other one!!"
	Carla flew like lightening at a terrorist, her slim, well-
muscled legs swooping up and around his head, the thighs 
latching onto his throat and dragging him to the ground. She 
came to rest, his neck captured in the crook of her knees. She 
folded her legs up, the calves pushing on one side of his face, 
her thick, hard hamstring on the other. Grabbing a folded foot 
in one hand, Carla arched her back and pulled hard on that foot, 
pinching his screaming face brutally hard in the crunch of her 
scissor lock. Tatjana, meanwhile, had locked the man's legs into 
a figure-four with her legs, putting agonizing pressure on his 
knee joint until within seconds, she'd shattered it, first the 
pop of bone and tendon filling the air, then his shrieks, which 
were quickly stifled by a thunderous jolt of Carl's crushing 
scissors.
	For her part, Ashley had waited for her man to attack, 
then laid down and extended a thick boot up, catching him flush 
in the nuts as he fell on her. She lifted him up and over, and 
he crashed, backfires, on a sharp rock, immobilizing him. Ashley 
spun him over, to his belly, and stood over him. Aiming the 
pointed heel of one boot down, she pulverized his spine with 
repeated kicks, the sharp edge of the bottom of that crashing 
boot jamming his vertebrae and sending sharp tingles of agony 
throughout his shattered body.
	"This...should...do...IT!!" she growled, snapping a foot 
down harder on each word until the last when she leaped up and 
used two feet, crashing down on his battered back, cracking his 
spine like kindling. "AHHHHHHH!!!!"
	Ashley came, soaking her short shorts as the man twitching 
beneath her went numb, his backbone shattered, his spinal cord 
severed. She always came with a kill, that's what made the game 
that much more fun for her. He felt nothing now as Ashley 
concentrated her kicks higher, against the back of his neck, 
until it snapped and he died.
	Carla's scissors had turned the man in her legs blue, his 
face bloated and fat from the pressure of the blood building up 
inside his skull. Tatjana had reduced his legs to nothing but 
splintered bone, popping the other knee in a figure four, then 
using her heavy boots to smash to paste the thick bones of his 
shins and thighs. Finally, as Carla was putting the finishing 
touches to his head and neck in her muscular legs, Tatjana put 
the boots to the man's crotch, pounding the thick heels of her 
boots into his nuts and cock until red seeped up from his 
bloodied genitals, soaking his pants and sticking to the bottom 
of Tatjana's relentless feet. Carla snapped the scissors on 
hard, once, twice, and three times, the last snap cracking his 
neck, killing him.
	The other six men regained themselves now, rubbing their 
angry faces, growing angrier still when their hands came away 
with blood all over them that was streaming from the noses the 
girls had plastered all over their faces. The girls broke out 
the weapons they stowed in their camera gear; Carla brandished 
deadly nun-chuks, swinging them expertly around her strong arms 
and shoulder, Tatjana with a pair foot-long knives, Ashley with 
a razor-sharp switchblade. They didn't wait. They attacked.
	Carla was a blur of feminine action, swinging the hard 
poles of her nun-chuks between the two skulls of the nearest 
men, the hollow clocking sound ringing through the ravine. They 
went down to their knees, bloodied and stunned, and Carla never 
stopped, waving the nun-chuks mercilessly, first raining one 
man's cracked cranium with a sea of downward slams from the 
wood, driving it down, compressing his neckbones from the sheer 
force of the blows. As she destroyed him, methodically lifting 
her hand to pummel his head with her weapon, she flattened the 
other with a side kick to the face, shattering his jaw. She 
scooped the chained wood around the neck of the man she was 
beating now, from behind, and garroted him with it, gagging him 
as she crushed his throat in the metal. With a quick jerk to one 
side then the other, she snapped his neck.
	She went to the man lying before her and jumped up to land 
heels first on his crotch, exploding his balls into a spray of 
blood and nut goo inside his pants. He sat up, trying to scream 
through his shattered jawbones. Carla raised her arms and let 
him have  brutal smash of the nun-chuks, first in one eye, then 
the other, driving the eyeballs deep into his skull, blinding 
him and forcing a huge, nasty bubble of blood and retinal fluid 
to seep out. He fell back and Carla continued to mash his balls 
under her feet as she bashed his skull in with her weapon, 
killing him slowly and painfully.
	Tatjana had managed to get two of the terrorists to their 
knees, begging for their lives, and take out their pricks, which 
hung limply outside their pants. She made them sit facing each 
other on a nearby log, their balls draped on the rough surface. 
She smiled and made them jerk their cocks to life now, kneeling 
before them, holding the cold steel of her knives under the 
nutsacks of each one. The men tried to get hard, but had 
trouble. Tatjana pulled the knives away and leaned forward to 
kiss one cock, then the other.
	"That make it easier, fellas?" she cooed, holding the 
knives away. "Like my mouth on your hot cocks??"
	The men sighed and watched their cocks swell to life. 
Eagerly, they jerked off for Tatjana, completely believing that 
to do so would spare their lives. Tatjana watched, licking her 
lips, as the cocks swelled and twitched.
	"First man to come, lives!!" she hissed. "The other..."
	She held one knife aloft; it glinted in the slanted rays 
of the sun through trees. The men frantically beat their cocks.
	Suddenly, the one on her left moaned loudly and a thick 
river of goo erupted from his stiff prick as the same happened 
to the other. The arcs of hot come smashed into each other as 
the men sat nearly face to face, cock to cock. Thick blankets of 
spunk washed over each other's pumping hands, lubricating their 
shooting pricks, the obscene sloshing sounds filling the air. 
They were sweating heavily, their clothes soaked, their crotches 
awash in come as they finally stopped and looked hopefully at 
Tatjana, who looked at them both, quizzically.
	"Hmmm, looks like a tie to me," she said, putting the 
knives to her side.
	"So," one man cried. "We both live, no??"
	"Right," she hissed, raising the knives suddenly. "You 
both live - NO!!!"
	The knife points came down before the men could move, 
skewering their comey cocks, driving through the balls beneath, 
and pinning the entire meaty package to the log on which they 
sat. Tatjana's face was between theirs, her eyes flashing as she 
glared into the dying gaze of first one man, then the other, 
twisting the knives, slicing their cocks off, which fell with a 
bloody splash to the forest floor. Huge jets of blood washed 
over each other's fatal wound, the knives still pinning their 
balls to the log. When they died, they keeled over backwards, 
the pull of their nuts causing them to shred down the middle 
around the knives. Tatjana calmly pulled them out of the wood 
and wiped them clean on some leaves.
	Ashley was laughing, sitting on the back of one of her 
victims, his head lost in the scissored embrace of her muscular 
thighs as she reached between his legs, after having sliced off 
his pants, and pulling his entire genital package up between his 
own asscheeks. His bloated balls were in her tight hand, the 
mushroom cap of his cock up between them. With the other hand, 
she flipped open her switchblade and went to work.
	"Be a dear, you two, and dispatch that last one, would 
you?" she said calmly, as she started sawing the razor edge 
through the base of his cock and balls, an explosion of blood 
blasting forth and cascading down the backs of his twitching 
legs.
	Tatjana and Carla walked over to where the other man was 
backing up in terror, splashing into the river and sitting there 
in stark fear.
	"Good time to cool our feet off, ya think?" Tatjana said, 
sitting on a rock and peeling off her boots and socks.
	"Indeed," Carla agreed, doing the same. 
	They were soon standing ankle deep in the cooling waters 
of the mountain stream, chatting quietly, standing on the 
squirming back and head of the man who was lying face down under 
them. He couldn't move and was slowly drowning in the stream, 
held tight by feet on the back of his head. Carla laughed as she 
felt his death throes, and looked over to see Ashley's thighs 
crack the skull of her victim as his life ebbed away from the 
wound where his cock and balls used to be, that Ashley now held 
aloft victoriously.
	"Let's go, ladies," Ashley said, cleaning up as the others 
did the same. "There's about nine left. Let's see how the other 
girls are doing and if they need our help."
	+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
	Turns out they didn't. Four of the other girls - Ingrid, 
Shana, Vanessa and Elaine - had eight of the last nine men in 
the kitchen area of the encampment. They were taking pictures of 
the men cooking, cleaning, preparing food. The men were relaxed, 
at ease with the women - which is just the way the women wanted 
it. They'd even stripped off their heavy boots because a couple 
of the men had made remarks about not ever seeing "pretty 
American feet." The girls obliged, and as Ingrid stood with her 
arms around the necks of two of the men on each side of her, and 
a third stood before her looking down at her painted toes, all 
the girls made a secret motion to each other. It was time to 
act.
	"Want a nice close up look of my sexy feet?" Ingrid 
growled seductively to the furiously nodding man. "OK!"
	She scooped her arms tight around the necks of the two men 
at her sides, clamping them in tight headlocks so quickly they 
didn't know what hit them. Using them for balance, Ingrid swung 
her pretty feet up and around the neck of the man before her, 
locking her calves at the sides of his neck, instantly cutting 
off the blood to his brain as her toes laced behind his head.
	"There, how's that?" she growled, snapping the calf 
scissor on tight, making stars swim before his eyes. "Oh, you 
want to see them? Up close? Here you go!!"
	She left one foot hooked behind him to hold him steady and 
now drew the other to the front, pointing her toes and driving 
them into one eye, then the other. He screamed in agony as she 
rapidly pummeled his eyeballs with her toes, jamming them into 
the sockets and finally forcing them to pop free of their bonds, 
rolling out and down his cheeks to land on the floor. It all 
happened so quickly, none of the other men could react in any 
other way than to watch in horror. Ingrid now kicked the man in 
the forehead, using her foot against the back of his neck as the 
pivot point, and with three hard slaps with her sole to his 
face, snapped his neck, killing him. She quickly hunkered down 
on her headlocks and smashed the two men's skulls together. They 
fell to the floor and Ingrid jumped up and down on their faces, 
smashing their noses, shattering their jaws, crashing teeth down 
their bloody throats. By the time the other men could move to 
fight the other women, Ingrid had stomped the two to a bloody, 
horrible death. Total elapsed time for the trained assassin to 
dispatch three victims was less than 30 seconds.
	There were five left, easy work for the four women. Shana 
took two down with slams from her slender foot up between their 
legs from behind, jamming their balls into their bodies. They 
went down to their knees before Vanessa and Elaine.
	"Ready! Aim! FIRE!!!" they chorused, flattening the men 
with brutal front face kicks, smashing their noses to bloody 
pulps on their faces.
	The women quickly stripped the pants off the men as on the 
other side of the room, Shana and Ingrid took care of the other 
three. Brutal kicks to the groin, then the faces, subdued them 
sufficiently and the women ripped the fallen terrorists' pants 
off. They maneuvered the men until they were all laying crotch 
to crotch in an uncomfortable tangle of legs. Their balls were 
resting on each others' and three cocks mingled in a mass of 
meat.
	"Tie 'em up, cowgirl!!" Ingrid growled, tossing Shana a 
length of twine she'd found nearby.
	Shana stood in the middle of the moaning men and quickly 
looped the rope around the bases of all their balls and cocks, 
pulling tightly until it circled all of it at once, jamming 
their balls and pricks even closer together. She pulled brutally 
hard until the men cried out in agony, their genital packages 
bound together, their legs awkwardly hanging over the legs of 
the man next to them. It was extremely uncomfortable, but much 
less so than having a rope tied around their nuts and cocks so 
tightly, the forced rush of blood involuntarily caused all three 
to have erections. The girls stood back and laughed at the 
bouquet of three cocks before them.
	"Get the grinder," Shana hissed to Ingrid.
	Vanessa and Elaine hurried to dispatch their two victims 
so they could watch the demise of the other three. The girls 
found two huge pairs of cooking tongs, the kind that turn meat 
on a barbecue, large triangles of metal with nasty, sharp points 
studding them. They smiled and fitted them around the balls of 
the men moaning at their feet.
	"How do you like your nuts done, Van?" Elaine asked the 
beautiful blonde.
	"Hmmmm, rare," she hissed back, crunching down with her 
strong hand and feeling her tongs tear into her victim's 
captured nutbag. "Bloody as hell!!"
	The women stood, one foot on the floor, the other on each 
victim's belly, as they growled and twisted and pulled and 
squeezed the tongs on the men's shredding nuts. The terrorists 
howled in agony and tried vainly to push at the leg on their 
bellies, but the women would just pull back and calmly blast a 
naked foot off their faces until they quieted. Vanessa and 
Elaine looked like they were calmly turning meat on a barbecue 
grill as the long tongs twisted easily in their hands, mauling 
the exploding nuts clamped in them, bloodying them to pulps 
until the tongs couldn't hold anything because there was nothing 
left to hold, and the men twitched, convulsed and slowly bled to 
death.
	The two women walked over to the screaming mass of three 
men tied together at the ball sacks and the sight that greeted 
them caused them to groan out loud.
	"Oh, man, that's the most creative way I've seen yet," 
Elaine hissed, covering her mouth in horror.
	"That has GOTTA hurt!" Vanessa shrieked.
	Shana was standing over the men's cocks, meat grinder in 
her powerful hands, while Ingrid knelt down and grabbed the 
three cocks in one hand and fed the meaty package up into the 
churning gears of the kitchen tool. Shana was growling, obsessed 
with her task, eyes glazed over in a murderous stare, as she 
held the grinder with one hand and worked the thick handle with 
the other, churning and turning, feeling the hard cocks of the 
three men being pulled into the grip of the gears, bloodying the 
meat, shredding the flesh, making it come out hamburger from the 
chute. They screamed horribly, thick ribbons of mangled cock 
flesh hanging from the grinder as Shana brutally and quickly 
turned the handle as Ingrid fed it what was left, going for the 
balls now. Shana jammed the maw of the grinder hard down onto 
each man's crotch, capturing the nut sacks in the grinder's 
gears and twisting them into an unrecognizable mass of blood and 
torn meat. When she was through, when the men were dead beneath 
her, Shana stood, hands above her, shard of cock and nut hanging 
in bloody strings from the grinder, red dripping down her arms 
and neck and over her thick tits, and she howled in victory, 
completely possessed by the orgasm of murder, her thighs 
quivering from standing in a squat for so long and from the 
sheer juicy joy of what she'd done.
	"She likes her work, huh?" joked Vanessa, and the others 
broke into raucous laughter. Except Shana. She hadn't finished 
coming yet.
	+++++++++++++

	Suze sat with el Ken-Nee in his tent, taking low-exposure 
photos in the minimal light, mood shots, as they are called. el 
Ken-Nee was sucking it up with a huge, egotistical spoon as Suze 
got in close to focus on his noble Arab features. She had 
stripped down to bra and panties, tiny white fabric covering his 
firm tits and gorgeous ass. She didn't waste any opportunity to 
flash her painted toes at him, either, occasionally sitting and 
putting her feet on his desk before him as she made camera 
exposure adjustments. It was getting to be too much for el Ken-
Nee to take, as he broke a sweat. Even though it was a hot, dry 
day, Suze never perspired a drop.
	"Your feet....so beautiful...I must touch them," el Ken-
Nee said, reaching out with his hand as they lay extended up on 
his desk.
	"Go ahead, el Ken-Nee, touch them, caress them, stroke 
them," Suze hissed, lifting the camera to her pretty eyes, 
snapping shots of the leader adoring her feet. "Kiss them!!"
	"YOU, do not tell ME what to do!!" el Ken-Nee roared, but 
not taking his eyes off the feet on his desk, nor his hands. "I 
tell YOU what to do!!"
	"And what would you like me to do, fearless one?" Suze 
teased, snapping away. "Would you like me to perhaps do this?"
	She dropped one foot to his lap and felt it bounce off his 
stiff cock in his loose pants. He moaned, his hands staying on 
the foot on his desk, closing around it, caressing the soft skin 
on the top, massaging Suze's long toes, rubbing her soles. She 
smile and bit her lip as she bore down a little harder, digging 
in with her heel into his balls, feeling them roll under her 
foot.
	"Ahhhhhhhh...that is nice......." el Ken-Nee sighed, eyes 
closed, humping his crotch up into her pumping foot.
	Suze dropped the other one down and used it to snag the 
waistband of his pants, pulling his baggy trousers down, 
allowing his huge cock to bob free. She oohed and ahhed and made 
a huge fuss as she encircled the hot meat with the soles of her 
feet, her knees pointing outward. Moving her slim legs up and 
down, she jerked him off harder and harder until his cock 
bubbled precum and coated her plunging insteps.
	"Yesssssss!!! So good, soooo very, very good!" he cried, 
turning to face her as she sat in her chair, he in his, her long 
legs pumping her long feet.
	"Want a shot of you coming?" she growled, taking pictures 
of her beautiful feet stroking the cock of the leader of a 
famous terrorist group. "Huh? Want to see a picture of you 
lathering my beautiful feet with your hot sperm?"
	His eyes popped open wide, frantic with desire as she 
brought him to the edge.
	"Yes!!! Yes, mistress, yes!!" he cried out in complete 
submission to her feet, words he'd never used before. "Please, 
please let me come on your beautiful toes and take pictures for 
me forever!!"
	"Oh, yeah, baby, forever, forever," she growled, punching 
his cock harder in her sole scissors, jacking him to orgasm. 
"And forever is never as long as you think!!"
	He had just started to come, just felt the familiar swell 
in his nuts, when the pain hit him like a bolt of lightening. 
Suze had pumped up hard, lifting both feet high, and then 
slammed them down, heels first, one on his nuts, the other 
directly on the tip of his cock, blasting the come back down the 
tube and then snapping his big stiff prick in the middle, making 
a joint where there was not supposed to be any. His eyes wet all 
white as they rolled into his head, and he nearly swallowed his 
tongue as the agony of his nuts being smashed and his cock being 
broken washed over him like hot lava.
	"ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" he finally screamed when his 
breath returned and he fell to the floor in a heap, holding his 
burning crotch. "Kill you.....I'll kill....you..!!"
	Suze got up and kicked him, hard in the ribs, rolling him 
to his back. His face was gray and exposed, his hands glued to 
what was left of his cock and nuts. She took aim and slapped the 
top of her thin foot into his face, busting his jaw. Another 
shot shattered his teeth. A couple more blackened his eyes 
immediately.
	"You'll kill me?" she said between cracks to his head. "I 
think not, asshole!"
	The other girls streamed into the tent and gave Suze the 
high sign.
	"All of them?" she said, smiling. "You got them all and no 
one was hurt?"
	"Not a one," Vanessa said. "You look like you got things 
pretty well in hand here."
	"Well, I guess well in ass is more like it," Suze laughed, 
plopping her creamy white butt on el Ken-Nee's moaning face, 
trapping his nose deep in the cleft of her butt meat.
	"Smell it, Kenny, smell my asshole," she growled rudely, 
spreading her cheeks and popping his nose inside her moist 
rectum. "I know you Arab men don't like serving your women, and 
eating pussy would be tantamount to a sin for you. So being 
forced to stick your nose up my shitter and take a nice .... 
deep .... sniff ....is gonna fucking kill you!!"
	She went into a rocking, snapping motion, grinding and 
pounding his face inside her punishing ass clench. The girls 
went wild, hooting and hollering, and the only other sound in 
the tent besides el Ken-Nee's tortured moans were the 
autoadvance motors of 10 cameras whirring at once. Suze shut her 
eyes and leaned back, totally engulfing el Ken-Nee's crying 
face, cracking his nose and forcing his own blood down his 
throat. By the time she'd come three times, he was nearly out. 
She climbed off and the girls cheered.
	"Watch this, girls," she growled, kneeling between his 
legs.
	His cock was still stiff, amazingly, but pointing in two 
different directions. The lower half ran up to a grotesque bend 
in the middle, a bubble of ruptured tissue welling around the 
joint; then the cockhead faced up, toward the man who owned it. 
Suze affected an evil pout on her sexy face and grabbed the base 
of his cock, which was large enough that even broken could 
afford enough space for her to wrap her entire hand around. She 
started jerking him off and used her other hand to grab the 
obscenely slanted cockhead and jerk that, too.
	"I don't fucking believe it!" Kathy hissed, getting down 
closer to watch, bidding the other girls to do the same. "You 
can't make him come like that, can you?"
	Suze smiled and kept jerking, knowing that the brutal 
damage in his cock caused a massive hemorrhage inside, keeping 
the blood there, keeping his erection, even snapped, erect. She 
jerked it harder and harder, banging her hand down onto his nuts 
and she felt them twitch.
	He came, but no come came out, none could navigate through 
the snap in the urethra, instead backing up inside him, swelling 
his balls. The girls watched, transfixed, and slowly, one by 
one, each took turns jacking him off to orgasm. El Ken-Nee, 
amazingly came for each of them, more out of a neurological 
reaction than a sexual one, since he was nearly dead anyway. But 
as he came, or his body reacted to the stimulation, his nuts 
would puff up, and up, and up, his entire lower region swollen 
with backed up come until they looked like they would explode. 
Finally, Suze stood up and told the girls to back up. El Ken-Nee 
looked at her through watery eyes, nearly dead eyes.
	"Please...." he begged. "No more..."
	Suze smiled. "No problem. No more jerking you off."
	His humungous balls hung to the floor of the tent, 
spreading out and nearly down to mid-thigh. Suze turned, ran and 
jumped, landing feet first right on top of that meaty bundle of 
spunk and tissue and blood. Huge bubbles of nut flesh ballooned 
out of the sides of her feet and in the middle as she jumped 
again, ignoring the high-pitched shriek of the man connected to 
those nuts and urged on by the screams of support of her ladies. 
She had a couple of the girls hold her by the arms and lift her 
a good five feet off the ground and let her go, splashing feet 
first onto the nuts she was pounding to bloody pulps. Finally, 
on maybe the 25th jump, it happened: el Ken-Nee's huge balls 
literally exploded, the skin stretched so thin it couldn't hold 
everything in, and the girls' ankles were showered with a 
gushing blast of blood, come and other nut liquids.
	"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" he screamed, blood spurting 
from his mouth as Suze raised her arms in victory, twisting and 
grinding what was left of his balls to nothingness.
	And then he died, from the loss of blood, the pain, and 
the shock. The leader was gone, his men were gone, and the 
terrorist group, the Achmed Regime, was suddenly no more.
	"Another job well done, my ladies," Suze roared in victory 
to the shouts from her troop. "Now let's steal some of these 
assholes' vehicles and get back to the States! I think we have 
another assignment waiting!"
	They could hardly wait.

	
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