The island of deadly women
By Kandor
They killed with their feet

	
	Griffins signaled the men with his hands only, motioning for the 
rest of them to be perfectly quiet as they made their way from their 
landing craft to the white beach of the island. He moved the band of 
five men up the hill, through a grove of mango trees, and to the village 
a couple of miles away. They made their way to the top of a hill 
overlooking the village below and took up spots behind trees, well out 
of view of the inhabitants.
	Griffins was leader of this search party from a tribe on another 
island in this remote South Pacific chain, modern day pirates, as they 
were, roaming island to island and taking what they wanted and burning 
or killing the rest. Women were of a particularly high premium; the men 
raped then killed then left the latest island of conquest. It was the 
way they did things. It was the way Barrows, their leader, wanted it.
	There had been a small group of men checking out this island ahead 
of the rest, three men in all, and they'd been gone for a full day 
without checking back, so Barrows decided to send a few more of his men 
and see what was happening. He honestly thought they'd just found 
something good, so good they didn't want to share it with the rest of 
the pirates. If that were the case, Barrows would have their heads - 
literally.
	But as Griffins peered down the hill toward a grouping of sharp 
poles stuck in the ground near a throne at the center of the village, 
his face went stark white as he realized someone had beaten Barrows to 
it. He recoiled, dropping the binoculars, and stumbling back in horror: 
On the three poles were the ghastly, terror-stricken faces of the three 
men.	
	"Fuck!" he whispered loudly to himself, then to the five men with 
him. "Who the fuck did that? Those bastards will fucking pay!"
	He stayed squatting down in the bush and signaled for the men to 
stand and go down to the village for a closer look. They got to their 
feet. Then hell descended upon them.
	Griffins watched in shock as five pairs of feet locked around the 
necks of the men standing before him. Whoever they were dropped from the 
trees above, hanging on vines; he couldn't see their upper bodies at 
all, just the legs, long and lean and tanned and smooth - and those 
feet, linear and shapely, each pair locking just under the jaws of each 
man, the insteps lifting their heads up and out, the heels touching 
behind their necks. In effect, the feet had each man's neck in a tight 
vice, a scissor grip, toe-to-toe, heel-to-heel, the neck tightly locked 
in the insteps and soles of the feet. Barrows could only watch as the 
men grabbed the feet the held them and could not pry them off, and then 
suddenly, they were gone. Whatever belonged to those feet and long, 
creamy legs, had hauled the men up and away, on the vines, the men 
jerking below them as they went, being hung to the death in five pairs 
of insanely strong feet. The men twitched and screamed and before they 
all disappeared into the trees above, he heard each one of their necks 
snap.
	"What the FUCK!!!" Griffins roared, still squatting now, not 
wanting to stand and suffer the same fate. "Who the fuck are you!!!"
	One by one, the men dropped back down in the sand around him, 
crumbling into a heap. One be one, death rained from the dark green 
shroud above Barrows. One by one, he noticed the gruesome angle at which 
the men's heads hung off their shoulders, their spines snapped just 
below the skull. Again he looked up into the trees and howled in anger.
	"Do not return," he heard a calm, almost soothing voice say.
	A woman's voice.
	Griffins ran, only because, he rationalized in his mind, he'd be 
outnumbered if he stayed. He barreled back down the hill, through the 
trees, stumbling badly along the way, always looking back over his 
shoulder, ever looking up into the trees from which death could come. He 
ran to the landing craft, and hauled it back into the water to row to 
the mother ship.
	Barrows would not believe this. As he rowed in a sweaty rush back 
to the ship, Griffins silently prayed for his own life to be spared.
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	"They died how?" Barrows asked, incredulously, as the nervous 
Griffins stood before him in his chambers, shifting from foot to foot.
	"Hung...by feet...women's feet, I think...a woman's voice...she 
told me, us, to stay, ugh, away," Griffins stammered, unable to look 
Barrows in the face.
	"And you left, you left your men to die there?" the pirate leader 
said calmly, his strong hand on his scabbard.
	"Barrows, I couldn't help it, it's like they spared me to come 
back and tell everyone else, that's why I left, I had to warn you!" 
Griffins pleaded, looking Barrows in the eyes.
	He never saw it coming. The shaft of the blade was in clean up to 
the handle before Griffins brain registered the searing agony of being 
stabbed in the belly. He was eye to eye with his boss; Barrows's burned 
bright and insanely, Griffins light was slowly going out. He slumped off 
the end of the knife, dead before he hit the floor.
	"Well, now, we have a problem, gentlemen," Barrows said calmly. 
"We have an island to take, and we're suddenly a man short."
	Barrows kicked the dead man at his feet and signaled to the 
others, who quickly picked Griffins' body up and dragged it upstairs to 
feed to the sharks circling the ship in the harbor.
	"We have this island of women, apparently," he said, pausing to 
say the word 'women' with as much derision as possible. "Bitches, cunts, 
whores, sand sluts, palm pigs, fucking twats, whatever, and they seem to 
be very capable of handling themselves, at least with the band of 
pussies I chose to send out.
	"So, it's obvious I have to handle this myself, but I can't go it 
alone," he said, crossing his arms, tapping his pursed lips with his 
finger as he eyeballed the ranks of his men. "I don't know how many of 
them there are out there...Griffins didn't say that before he died, the 
useless fuck...but I figure 10 of us should be able to take how many of 
them there are. Ten big, strong sea-faring men against a group of ... 
cunts. How hard can that be, I mean, what're they gonna do, fire tampons 
at us?"
	His men laughed nervously. They'd been in tough situations before, 
but Barrows had always been the toughest among them. And clearly, he was 
a master of amateur psychology, dishing out what the men needed to hear 
to get fired up for the fight, that their masculinity would be 
questioned and challenged, that they were more than up for the battle. 
The men's testosterone boiled in their unwashed pirate balls; Barrows 
smiled on the inside, smelling the confidence rising in his men.
	"To the island, men!" he bellowed, and the men roared in unison.
	Ten men, 10 of Barrows's toughest, ugliest, meanest and biggest 
men, boarded the landing sloop for the short haul to shore, with Barrows 
at the helm, watching the island grow closer. The hull of the boat slice 
into the mud of the beach and the men jumped out to slide it up the 
sand, completely out of the water. Barrows walked, hand ever on his 
scabbard, and led the way, following the tracks of the men who'd gone 
before him.
	As the tracks led up a hill that presumably overlooked the village 
below, Barrows deviated silently from the tracks already there, 
signaling a third of his men to head east, another third to the west, 
and the remaining three to go with him - straight up the hill. He got to 
the top and peered into the village, which was strangely empty for 
midday. He looked around and noticed the other two groups of men taking 
positions on either side of the village. He hand-signaled them, tapping 
his eyes then pointing up, to be on the lookout for things dropping on 
them from above. The men looked up nervously, then down at the village.
	Barrows knew. He could smell things in people, attitudes, fears, 
superiority, inferiority. He could smell superiority in the air, he 
could smell the attitude of power - and best of all, he could smell 
pussy. The three mixed inside his psyche and drove him to make a 
decision.
	"Charge!!" he suddenly roared, brandishing his sword and running 
down the hill to the village, the other two groups of men, and his own, 
following his lead.
	Barrows knew the tribe of women were in the bushes above, laying 
in wait, perhaps to use their feet scissors to kill them all, and he 
wasn't about to give them the chance. By taking the village, he had the 
center spot, the middle of the battle, and could fight his way out, 
which he intended to do.
	The band stood, back to back, looking into huts, around corners, 
beyond the parameters of the village, and found nothing. Barrows smiled 
and looked up in to the jungle.
	"Come to me, ladies," he said loudly and calmly. "Come to me and 
let's do this right."
	The jungle fronds parted around the edge of the village and out 
stepped a group of the most beautiful women Barrows or his band of ugly 
men had ever seen in their lives. Supermodels, they were, Barrows 
recognized them, one by one, outstanding women, tall, lean, barely 
covered in loinclothes and herbal or leather thongs, nothing on their 
feet - the deadly feet, he supposed.
	One woman stepped forward, a tall, ravishing blonde, Vanessa, 
Barrows believed her name was. She came up to him, a smirk on her 
gorgeous face.
	"We told you not to return," she said evenly, looking down at the 
shorter Barrows, who was staring lecherously at Vanessa's naked, tanned 
tits. "Didn't your man tell you?"
	"Oh, he told me, all right," Barrows said, stepping back to look 
up into Vanessa's crystalline eyes. "And he paid with his life."
	"This is our island, little man," Vanessa hissed through a wry 
smile. "Take your band of vagabonds and leave now - while you can."
	Barrows laughed. His men did not; they fidgeted as they watched 
the wall of other supermodels slowly close around them.
	"This is our island, you cunt," he growled, standing on his toes 
to glare into her face. "You're going to be our slaves!"
	Vanessa roared, as did the band of women. She shot back into 
Barrows's face.
	"I think not, little cock!" she growled. "It's been awhile since 
we had to fight for what's ours, I think the ladies could use the 
challenge, such as the challenge could be from a motley crew such as 
yours!"
	Barrows laughed. "OK, then let's do it. I have 10 men; you put out 
your 10 best women, if you have 10 best women. Then I guess it's me and 
you, lead man to lead cunt."
	Vanessa smiled.
	"Oh, no, I'm not the leader, you diminutive drone," she said. 
"You'll meet her as soon as the ladies and myself are done dispatching 
the rest of you. She will kill you herself, that's how she does it."
	"She'll kill you herself, that's how she does it'," Barrows mocked 
in sarcastic tones. "Fine, hope the cunt is watching, give her an idea 
of what she's in for."
	"Oh, she is, she is," Vanessa said, stepping back to her group. 
"Now, shall we do this one-on-one, or as a group, 10-on-10? I assume if 
we tried to do it honestly, one man against one woman, you weasels would 
soon disregard the rules once you started dying."
	"No we wouldn't," Barrows said, smiling. "We wouldn't wait that 
long, we disregard rules right from the start. Let's rumble, bitch!"
	Vanessa counted off nine other women and they stood, waiting, tall 
and lean and confident - and totally unarmed. Barrows's men took out 
their long swords.
	"What's wrong with this picture, gnat-prick?" Vanessa said evenly 
to Barrows. "We are not armed, you are. This is one-on-one combat, the 
old-fashioned way. No knives, no swords, no weapons, just our wits, 
which we realize leaves you woefully short."
	"Fuck you," one of Barrows's men snapped, then leaning over to 
Barrows, asked, "Uh, what's 'woefully' mean?"
	"Shut....up..." Barrows said, eyes closed against the stupidity. 
"Fine, cuntessa, whatever you say. We won't need weapons anyway, and 
later, these weapons will be all you'll need."
	With that, he grabbed his crotch and squeezed it in Vanessa's 
direction. The big blonde smiled.
	"Hope you like having your nuts squeezed like that, cause you're 
in for a real treat later if you do," Vanessa laughed.
	"Let's do it, honey," Barrows barked back at her.
	Vanessa and her band stood, waiting for the men to make the first 
move. They oozed self-confidence; the men exuded fear and uncertainty, 
except for Barrows, who was clearly impatient with his men.
	"Will you fucking bozos get going here?" he taunted them, making a 
shovel motion with his hands toward the women. "Ain't nobody gonna fuck 
no one if we don't get this together."
	The men recognized that basic instinct and took off en masse 
toward the women, who still stood calmly, arms folded, across the 
village clearing waiting on the attack. When the wall of men arrived, 
they all fell to their backs, legs extended, feet raised in the air - 
and 10 pair of feet found 10 male crotches, lifting them in the air, up 
and over them, to land in a dusty, moaning heap behind them. The women 
jumped up and launched an attack of their own.
	"This doesn't look good," Barrows mumbled to himself as he watched 
the women crash down on his band of pirates.
	One by one, the women paired off with the men, pulling them up by 
the hair, grabbing their balls through their pants, capturing them by 
the feet, and hauling them off to the side to wage their own battle. The 
men hadn't wanted a one-on-one confrontation, but that's what they were 
getting, and plenty of it. The pain in their balls had not yet subsided 
from the first stomp before others quickly followed.
	Ellie, tall, rangy and beautifully blonde, had dragged away a 
huge, hulking man, thick of muscle and angry of spirit. She laughed as 
she let him stand up and come at her unevenly in a lurching motion.
	Ellie quickly sidestepped the attack and let her long, steamy leg 
fly up high, sidekicking the lunging pirate hard to the side of the 
head. He spun and crashed into a heap in the bushes, gathered himself up 
and blindly rushed again, figuring brute strength would win the day. He 
was wrong, of course, as Ellie leaped in the air, long legs split, and 
the pirate barreled through the opening. She came down behind him, 
reached down under her legs and up to grab his balls through his pants. 
Pulling down brutally hard, she brought the screaming man to his knees, 
where he fell in a moaning heap to his belly.
	"Gotta get these out of the way to do my real work," Ellie said 
laughing, and kicked the big man hard in the ribs to roll him over.
	She made quick work of his pants, hauling them over his fat legs 
and throwing them in the bushes. His short, thick cock hung free over 
giant, hairy balls. Ellie reached down and grabbed his ankles, holding 
them wide apart in her strong hands. The pirate's agonized eyes met hers 
and they begged for mercy. She smiled.
	"Kick-off time!" she growled. "Through the uprights!!"
	Before the big lug had the chance to cover his vital area, Ellie 
swept back one long leg and let it crash through his legs, bending the 
top of her foot down now to crash with a sicBarrowsing thud into the sac 
of his hanging balls, the toes digging into his asshole on impact, the 
flat surface of her top foot smacking his soft, sensitive tissue. She 
drew back her leg again, but this time, his hands blocked her shot.
	"Ladies, a little help?" she asked, looking around.
	Quickly, two others who had momentarily dispatched their 
opponents, came to her aid. Milla and Frederique laughed as the pulled 
the thug's hands away and lay them wide apart in the sand - and stood 
hard on them. The women had on five-inch stiletto heel shoes and used 
the points of the heels to grind into the palm of the man's hands, 
taking great pleasure in hearing him scream especially when the small 
bones in the back of his hands began to crackle and pop under the 
relentless pressure.
	"Thank you, girls!" Ellie said, sweeping that long leg back again 
and letting it fly.
	The screams filled the village, not only the screams of the man 
Ellie was slowly killing, but the screams of the other nine men meeting 
equally painful demises. Ellie blasted the sexy top of her foot into his 
pulverized nutsack again and again, mashing the meat to past and driving 
what was left of his pounded balls back up into his body. She was 
literally destroying a man's testicles using just her foot, and laughed 
as she did it, watching Milla and Frederique dance in delight on the 
man's mangled hands.
	"OK, ladies, I'll take it from here, I don't think he's going 
anywhere," Ellie said, letting his feet flop to the sand, legs still 
spread. He was totally out of it now, but still alive, a whitewash of 
numb cascading over his broken body. "You go finish up what you were 
doing. Dying to see you use those shoes on somebody's cock and balls!"
	"Well, finish this guy off and come watch us play!" the two 
supermodels giggled, walking away, their gorgeous nude asses shining 
with sweat in the island sun.
	"You're on," she said, setting about the task of dispatching her 
groaning victim.
	Ellie sat him up now, his giant head lolling around on his 
shoulder, his busted balls and limp cock hanging down into the sand. She 
found a flat rock and slid it under his genital package and then stepped 
between his legs, carefully putting the sole of her right foot right 
atop his cock and then putting her weight down, smashing his cock down 
onto his balls and the whole thing mashed against the rock. He regained 
enough composure to realize what was going on and screamed in agony as 
the tall, leggy supermodel wiggled unmercifully, grinding his now bloody 
cock and balls beneath her foot.
	"You need to stretch more," she said sternly. "Let me help."
	With that, Ellie reached up with her other foot, balancing her 
entire weight on his nuts, and put the sole of it into his throat - and 
pushed back. Now she was stretching him out, using his nuts on one end, 
his throat on the other, pushing and pushing back, bending his back 
toward the sand until he finally crashed to it, flat out, his balls and 
cock nothing but a thin paste of blood and tissue under her crushing 
foot. She put weight evenly on both feet now and felt his Adam's apple 
grind and crackle under her left sole. She giggled watching blood bubble 
from his moaning, clenched lips, a spray of red goo geysering up in a 
death scream. Once he was finally gone, Ellie climbed off and wiped her 
bloody feet clean on his fat, hairy belly. She turned to survey the rest 
of the village and saw the nine other women in various stages of killing 
their agonized victims.
	"You take the left, I'll take the right," Milla cooed, rubbing up 
against the pirate she and Frederique were sitting on. "OK?"
	"OK, let's do it," Frederique laughed.
	The two women had bludgeoned and bloodied the downed pirate using 
high karate kicks, the tips of their toes busting his nose and lips wide 
open, his moaning face a sea of red. They downed him and then took turns 
standing on his face literally standing on it, slipping their shoes off 
to do it. At one point, Milla was standing on his mouth with her instep 
and tried wedging his busted nose between her long strong toes, but it 
was too flattened. So Frederique had to come over and reach between 
those toes to pull up the pasty tissue that was the crying man's 
nostrils and then let Milla's big toe and one next to it pinch the 
tender nose hard. Milla growled and groaned as she looked down at the 
man, twisting her foot from side to side, grinding his mouth under her 
foot, pulling brutally hard on his nose with her toes, blood seeping up 
between them.
	"Ewwww, gross!" she had squealed. "Lick it off!"
	And then she pulled back and jammed her foot down his gagging 
throat, not removing it until she was completely satisfied that he'd 
licked every speck of his own blood off.
	And now the two supermodels teamed up, slipping their shoes back 
on and stepping between the nude, spread legs of their victim. Milla 
snuggled her high-heeled foot up to his right nut, and stood on her 
toes, the heel coming away from the smooth leather. She reached down and 
pulled his nut out and under that heel; on the left side, Frederique was 
doing the same with his other nut. He screamed in agony at the mere 
thought of what was going to happen. The girls giggled; they were still 
standing on their toes, just the smooth skin of their sexy heels 
brushing his tender nuts.
	"Shall we dance?" Milla laughed. Frederique smiled and nodded.
	Down they came on the heels, grinding to the left and right, their 
slim hips twisting and dancing side to side as they mashed the dying 
man's nuts to a thin paste of destroyed ball meat between their sexy 
heels and inside of their shoes. He rolled to his back, hands twitching 
at his sides as he tried to grab onto the thinly muscled calves of the 
women doing the jig on his genitals. Milla giggled as she felt the nut 
in her shoe pop; seconds later, Frederique's ball did the same under her 
grinding heel. They laughed out loud as the man sucked in one last 
breath and died.
	Across the village, up against a high stone wall, Arroyo had a 
thug pressed up against it with the knife edge of her outer foot to his 
throat. The hot Spanish model was talking calmly to him, evenly, her 
eyes flashing into his. She was doing a split, a standing split, her 
other foot digging into the sand for balance.
	"Tell me, now, who is the most beautiful one here, c'mon, tell 
me," she said in thick Spanish accent. "Tell me and you live. OK?"
	"Y....you are....Mistress Arroyo..." he croaked, his Adam's apple 
cracking under the pressure of the foot.
	"Yes, I know," she said, rolling her eyes. "But I want you to mean 
it, I want you to say it with conviction, like it might be the most 
important thing you've ever said to keep me from cutting your fucking 
head off with my foot."
	The pirate's eyes widened.
	"Oh, yes, my friend," Arroyo continued, her lips and eyes 
narrowing. "I've taken heads off with this foot! I kick with the outer 
edge, the thin line of skin so hard it's like a knife, and I kick and I 
kick until it severs flesh, tendon, blood vessels and there's nothing 
left to keep the head on. Then I kick some more and the head rolls off. 
It's quite simple, really. Watch."
	A screaming pirate ran by with Kathy in hot pursuit. She tackled 
him around the legs and wrapped him up in a agonizing bodyscissors, her 
tremendous thighs gripping his guts as he sat up. She sat to the side, 
her big strong legs around his belly and back, his arms trapped in the 
crush of the supermodel's super legs. Leaning up on her hands, she put 
on killing pressure and soon the pirate's ribs snapped and blood bubbled 
up out of his mouth.
	"Perfect," Arroyo said, headlocking her pirate under a strong arm 
and waltzing him over to where Kathy was slicing a man in half. "Now 
you'll see what I mean."
	She hiprolled her man to the sand and quickly took him in a 
stepover toe hold, brutally pulling on his ankle and foot until bones 
snapped. He screamed in agony and she did the other leg, leaving him 
crumpled up in a ball, unable to move.
	"Just so you don't think of running away," Arroyo laughed, walking 
over to where Kathy was scissoring  a man to death. Arroyo's sexy dark 
asscheeks wiggled around her thong as she walked.
	"Hi, Kath, mind if I show my man here how I can decapitate a man 
using my foot?" she asked.
	"Not at all, Arroyo, go for it," Kathy said. "This oughta be good! 
I'll just keep scissoring his guts until he's all mush on the inside!"
	"Cool!" Arroyo giggled and stepped back.
	Taking aim, she lashed out her right foot, the knife edge of the 
outer part catching the scissored pirate flush on the adam's apple. His 
eyes bugged out in terror as he realized his airway was crushed and he 
could barely breath. Again the short, sexy leg flew out and the edge of 
Arroyo's foot expertly found its target, crackling tendon and flesh. 
Blood spurted from the dying man's mouth now, his eyes closed in agony 
and defeat. Kathy ground down harder in her legs, the long, lean muscles 
in her outer thighs quivering in the squeezing effort; both women heard 
more bone crack on the man's leg-strapped insides and they laughed.
	Again and again Arroyo's foot flew out and again and again it 
found its target. The man was on the verge of death now, his face blue 
from lack of oxygen caused by the relentless pounding of Arroyo's expert 
kicks. Huge bruises marked the area she was kicking and after a couple 
of more, blood was showing as her foot laced deeper into the tender 
flesh, exploding the skin and exposing his esophagus beneath.
	"Yeah!" Arroyo hissed, shaking her leg, the creamy thigh meat 
jiggling then solidifying into slender muscle when she tensed it up. 
"Not bad, a dozen kicks and I'm into the slice zone already!"
	"You go for it, honey!" screamed Famke from across the village, 
who, like Kathy, had her man wrapped in a body scissors, her famous long 
legs killing the guy she was squeezing.
	"Hey, Famke, didn't I see that in a movie?" Kathy giggled, 
referring to Famke's character in a film where she killed men in her 
legs. "Life imitates art, huh?"
	They all laughed - except Arroyo, who was unleashing kick after 
kick into the open wound of the pirate's throat. The man was on death's 
door, gurgling sounds coming from what was left of his throat. Arroyo 
wanted to kill him and tear his head off at the same time. She was 
succeeding.
	"Uh!" she grunted, squatting low and barreling that leg out, the 
knife edge cutting into more meat.
	"Uh!!" she howled again, the next kick separating tissue and 
tendon and leaving his entire inner neck exposed, huge torrents of blood 
jetting all over the sand and Kathy Ireland's thighs as she ripped apart 
major arteries.
	"UHHHH!!!!" she screamed as she whipped out her hardest kick yet - 
and this one totally knocking through the rest of the meager tissue 
keeping his head on his shoulders.
	The head, a grimace on its dead face, rolled over to where the 
pirate with the Arroyo-busted legs sat crying. The face looked into his 
- and its eyes blinked. The living pirate went stark raving insane and 
flopped to his back, babbling in tongues.
	"Oh, damn, not again," Arroyo said walking over to him and 
starting to kick him in the throat with her other foot. "I hate when 
they go crazy before I can kill them."
	Kathy had unlocked her legs from the dead man in them and ran into 
the ocean to wash the blood from her deadly legs. Coming back out, her 
beautiful body was glistening with water in the hot sun. She walked over 
to where Famke was scissoring her victim so hard, blood spewed from his 
mouth.
	"Hey, wanna double up on this guy?" Kathy said, kneeling down and 
kissing Famke's full lips.
	"Mmmm, yeah, anything with you, lover," Famke hissed, sucking 
Kathy's creamy tongue into her mouth.
	The girls let go and lay the crying man down on his back, quickly 
stripping his pants off.
	"Take his face," Kathy said, walking toward her hut. "I've got a 
treat for this guy."
	Famke laughed and lay on her back, rolling him over and jamming 
his face into her hot pussy, lathering her long, strong thighs onto his 
face and putting on such an intense squeeze, his jawbones started to 
unhinge. But still he ate her because he feared for his life. Famke put 
her head back and moaned, locking her slim feet around each other, the 
silky tops rubbing over each other.
	The man suddenly screamed in agony; Famke looked up and laughed. 
Kathy was behind his ass that stuck in the air and prying a 14-inch 
dildo into his exposed butt. She'd strapped the huge cock on and had 
lubed it up with coconut oil before jamming it inside him. His screams 
were muffled inside Famke's scissoring thighs and barely discernible 
from that and because the rest of the village was a low moan of tortured 
manhood as supermodels populated every corner destroying their victims.
	"Oh, yeah, baby, tell me you love it, come on, tell me you loooove 
getting fucked in the asshole by Kathy big cock, c'mon, you prick, tell 
me!!" Kathy squealed, her green eyes flashing, her hips flying back and 
forth, that world-famous ass a-quiver in the fuck motion.
	Kathy slammed the man again and again, all 14 inches buried up to 
the plastic balls in his ruptured asshole, blood pouring out the sides 
of the big cock and running down the backs of his thighs. And his jaw 
was now at the breaking point as Famke's thighs tightened on it as she 
neared orgasm. Then she came, and her sexy feet locked out straight, 
putting incredible pressure on her scissors, and shattering the man's 
jawbones in the tightening grip. He screamed in agony from the jaw-
busting legs on his face and from Kathy jamming the big cock up his ass 
so tight she literally split him wide open. By the time both women 
finished with the man, he was nearly dead anyway. Kathy pulled out, her 
big cock shining with blood and shit. She knelt over his head, her 
muscular thighs sweat-shiny.
	"Suck my cock," she growled, leaning down to pinch open his 
shattered jaws. "Suck it clean."
	"Oh, you are evil, girl, that should've been you in my movie," 
Famke hissed admiringly as she stood up.
	The man had no choice but to take the fouled plastic prick into 
his mouth and lick it clean, the smell overwhelming him and his eyes 
flooding with tears. Kathy smiled and fucked his face like a man would 
fuck a whore's mouth.
	Famke walked over between his spread legs.
	"Damn!!" she said. "Kathy, look at this!!"
	Kathy turned around and her jaw fell open. Popping up was a cock 
the same size as the one she had around her slim waist and was forcing 
the man to suck clean. It was the biggest cock either women had ever 
seen.
	"Oh, can't kill him yet, girl," Kathy said, pulling her cock from 
his mouth and flinging it aside. "Shall we share?"
	"Sure, why not," Famke shrugged, watching Kathy mount the stiff 
prick, easily taking the whole 14 inches in her blonde pussy.
	Kathy shuddered and put her head back, engulfed in the ecstasy of 
getting fucked by the biggest cock she'd ever seen - outside her own toy 
collection. She rode him like a cowgirl, that fabulous ass quivering and 
quaking as she stabbed herself deeper with monster cock. Famke sat on 
his face, rubbing and grinding her way to another orgasm on his 
shattered face.
	One by one, the other ladies came over and had a turn, riding that 
huge prick to a quick come and then climbing off to let the others have 
a turn. He never came, instead staying hard as a rock to satisfy them 
all. Helena rode him to an orgasm in 35 seconds, Karen in a minute, 
Amber in two minutes. Claudia rode his huge prick for five minutes 
before the other girls got impatient and pulled her off - and her pussy 
was flooded. She smiled, acknowledging she'd come 10 times, but just 
didn't want to get off.
	And when all the women had had their turn and gone back to killing 
their men, Famke and Kathy were alone with him again. Kathy rode his 
face now, as Famke knelt between his legs jerking him off, her tiny hand 
not able to close all the way around his monster meat.
	"Shall we?" Famke said evily, her dark eyes flashing.
	"Oh, you bet," Kathy growled, assuming the position.
	She sat on his face and extended her pretty feet to his crotch, 
putting the full weight of her sexy ass right on his jaw and mouth, 
totally engulfing his nose up her tight asshole. She growled as she 
cupped her feet together and captured his genital package, with Famke's 
help. Famke scooped up his tender balls and pulled them up tight so 
Kathy could scissor the nuts and cock in her feet, his balls resting on 
the silky tops of them. And she jerked him off. In her feet. Slowly at 
first, then more quickly, humping her sexy legs up and down, her feet 
squeezing his balls and cock tighter and tighter, slapping at his balls 
which slapped at his monstrous cock. He was almost there. Kathy's eyes 
lit up, her tongue sticking out of her mouth and held fast in her lips 
in concentration. She was a madwoman, jacking his cock and balls in her 
tight foot lock harder and harder. Famke stood, watching.
	The first arc of pure white cream shot the five feet or so from 
the head of his cock all the way up past Famke's stunned eyes, a ribbon 
of goo that bend back and landed with a splash on Kathy's face, leaving 
a stripe down it, those tits, her hard belly, her coming pussy and her 
clenched thighs. She was coming from the heat of his come on her body. 
And Famke sprung into action.
	Lifting her foot up high, her eyes met Kathy's and the foot came 
down, the sole of it connected with the tip of the jetting cock sticking 
out of Kathy's foot-scissors. The sheer impact snapped the huge cock in 
the middle, not even bending it, but snapping it, breaking it in half, 
as if it were bone, seven inches still caught in Kathy's feet, the other 
seven now facing back at Kathy, an ugly, painful 90-degree angle to the 
once proud member.
	And the dying man screamed in agony unlike anything heard yet that 
day on the island, screams so loud macaws flew from their nests high in 
the trees on faraway hills. He stopped coming when his cock broke and 
gurgled in dying breaths. Kathy rolled off him, her fingers digging into 
her own pussy as she watched him writhe in pain. Famke knelt beside her, 
rubbing in the thick cream of his come onto her tight body, bending to 
lick gobs of spunk from her heaving, sweaty tits. Their lips met and 
they shared a huge volume of come, working it up between their sucking 
mouths into a frothy lather.
	"Mmmmmm," Famke moaned, breaking the kiss and gobbling up the 
strand of hot come that hung between their faces. "Imagine if we'd let 
him come all the way! Christ, we'd be drowning in it!"
	Kathy giggled and knelt-walked over to the dying man to grab his 
cock. She jerked it and he screamed anew.
	"Guess it's too much to ask to get you to finish coming for us, 
huh?" she laughed, slapping his busted dick which was folded over like 
in inverted 'J' on his lap. "OK, we'll finish you off - OUR WAY!!"
	She and Famke stood between his legs and delivered a frighteningly 
fast and accurate barrage of brutal downward kicks, using their heels to 
mash his cock and balls to paste. Kathy stood over him and now used the 
back of her heel to drive down and smash his balls, or what was left of 
them, into his body, jamming the remaining flesh back up inside his 
body. Over and over the supermodel's legs came up and crashed down, 
sexy, long feet destroying what was left of the man's sex. Five minutes 
later, he twitched and died and still they kicked until there was 
nothing left of his balls and what had been left was pasted to the 
women's feet. They stepped away, breathlessly, holding each other up and 
laughing.
	"Urghhh....urghh....urgh...." came the sound from nearby as Arroyo 
stood on her man's chest and drove the knife edge of her foot into his 
throat.
	"I told you, say it like you mean it, say it, say it!!!" she 
growled, kicking into his throat again and again, knowing he couldn't 
say anything because he was dying but talking to him anyway. "OK, you 
asked for it!!"
	The little Spanish spitfire leaped high in the air and came down 
so hard onto the man's throat it immediately separated and laid open 
bare to the bone. Another kick finished the job and his head squirted 
off his shoulders and rolled away, moaning.
	"Wow, Arroyo, that took fewer kicks than the last guy," Kathy said 
as she walked up to the gruesome scene, her arm around Famke and 
fingering the taller girl's tight asshole from behind. "Nice work!"
	"Thanks, I really enjoy what I do," Arroyo said nicely as if 
discussing her usual line of modeling work.
	Barrows was going nuts. Men were dying; not just dying, men, his 
men, his proud, strong men, were being fucking slaughtered in the feet 
and legs of women, cunts, whores, tramps, whatever other pleasant name 
he could think of. He watched and watched and pulled out his hair in 
frustration. Vanessa stood beside him, smiling. Barrows kept 
instinctively reaching for his sword, remembering each time that the 
women had taken them from the men and hid them. His anger grew each time 
he tried to grab his weapon.
	"C'mon, you fucking pansies, fight...FIGHT!!!" he screamed into 
the village, where one by one, a supermodel was slowly destroying a 
pirate.
	Screams filled the air, gurgling death sounds. Barrows started out 
toward them, but Vanessa grabbed his arm.
	"You let them fight and die on their own," the blonde beauty said. 
"You save your strength for the last battle."
	"Fuck you, blondie, I'm outta here," he said, shaking free and 
walking away.
	He got two steps and felt hot feet encircle his neck from behind. 
Vanessa had taken him down to the sand in a flying scissors. He came to 
rest on his butt, the blonde supermodel seated behind him, her arches 
locked around his neck, her feet touching toe to toe, heel to heel, the 
soft creamy soles of her feet putting slow pressure on his carotid 
arteries. His eyes swam with stars and he realized she had him on the 
edge of passing out by putting just enough pressure on his neck to slow 
blood flow to his brain. He couldn't move, and could barely fathom what 
was happening before him. He felt giddy, drunk, almost, as Vanessa sat 
behind him, held up by powerful abdominal muscles. She'd make a great 
pirate, he thought to himself as he watched his pirates die.
	Five men were dead; five were left to fight for their lives, and 
they weren't doing a very good job.
	Christy had a man down on his belly and was standing over his 
neck, her sexy feet locked around his throat, squeezing him as he 
gurgled face down in the sand. She was standing on crossed feet with her 
long arms crossed, looking sternly down on the back of his moaning head.
	"Jesus, that's the best you can do?" she taunted him, pulling up 
on her feet to jam the silky tops of them into his nose. "I can't stand 
it...guess I gotta finish you off, you sorry prick."
	She let go with her feet, rolled him over and pulled down his 
pants. He scurried to his knees and tried to shuffle away, but Christy 
was right behind him, laughing. She drew back a long leg and let go a 
vicious kick between his legs, the top of her bent foot connecting with 
a sickening thud with his hanging balls. The kick was so hard he did a 
complete forward somersault, crashing to his back and screaming in agony 
as his hands clutched his balls. Christy walked up to him and straddled 
his crying face, dropping down on it with her naked cunt and pinching it 
hard in her muscular but slender thighs, only his nose and eyes visible 
in the vee of her scissored legs. His breath, what was left of it, 
vibrated inside her wet pussy.
	"Get your hands away from your nuts because I want to use my toes, 
the tips of my toes to be exact, to kick you so hard in the balls 
they'll be driven back up inside your body," she said calmly down at the 
man squirming between her legs. "This is how I will kill you, by slowly 
and painfully destroying your useless balls in my feet. Now move your 
hands from your balls or I'll kill you by smothering you in my ass and 
thighs, first shitting in your mouth to choke you. Would you like that? 
Now move your hands!!"
	Slowly, the man's hands left his swollen crotch. Christy smiled 
and stood up, moving back between his legs.
	"Spread them wider, wider, that's it," she instructed him, drawing 
a leg back.
	He braced himself for the pain but there was no way to judge it 
would be this bad. Driven by a slender, strong leg, the pointed toes of 
Christy's sexy right foot slammed into the ball bag hanging between the 
pirate's legs, the meat of them exploding on impact, the nut meat inside 
popping into a bloody internal mess. Christy drew back her foot again 
and was pleased to see the man's hands stay away; he was in so much pain 
now, he couldn't move anyway. The foot crashed in again, the toes rigid 
and firm, driving his nuts into paste. Again and again Christy nailed 
his balls in her stiff toes, and little by little his balls disappeared, 
driven back up inside the tiny holes from which they descended many 
years ago, hammered inside by the relentless pounding of Christy deadly 
toes.
	When the job was done and his balls had disappeared, Christy stood 
over his head and grabbed a low-hanging branch, laughing down at the man 
gurgling blood at her feet.
	"Goodbye," she said, standing now on his face, the soles of both 
feet flush on his, her deadly toes digging into his eyes, the heels at 
his chin, the rest of her foot smothering him to death.
	His gurgles came less and less and the pained moans were muffled 
under Christy's pressing feet. She curled her toes down now for good 
measure, digging them into his eye sockets, bloodying them and 
eventually scooping out the entire eyeball and flipping it aside with 
her toes. And still he lived. Christy shrugged and settled more of her 
body weight onto his face, sinking the back of his head so far down in 
the sand her feet were nearly touching it. But finally, his last breath 
left him with Christy's feet pasted to his face, her long, incredibly 
strong toes fucking his eye sockets. She stepped off the dead man's face 
and her toes made popping sounds as they disengaged from his empty 
eyeball sockets.
	"Oh, God, no, please, no more feet, please for the love of God, no 
more feet, help me, please, Barrows, help!!!!" a man screamed.
	Barrows looked over through blurry eyes and saw one of his men, 
one of his best men, being kicked like a soccer ball from foot to foot 
between Stephanie and Nadja, his head snapping first one way then the 
other.
	"Two points, me!" Stephanie would cry as she executed a perfect 
front kick to his forehead, blasting him back.
	"Four for me!" Nadja cried through full, pouty lips, booting his 
head back before it hit the sand. "You get more for kicking him before 
he comes to rest!!"
	The game continued, the man's head bouncing back and forth between 
the thrashing legs of the two supermodels slowly killing him. They 
finally let him rest and he knelt, bruised head hanging down, his breath 
labored and raspy.
	"Please....feet...can't take it...." he growled, eyes shut against 
the pain, his face and head a mass of welts and bruises.
	"You get 50 points for taking out an eye, you know," Stephanie 
said.
	Nadja's eyes lit up. She brushed back her short blonde hair and 
skipped to the front of the pirate on thin, shapely legs. She walked up 
to him, her sexy foot pointed down, touching it to his forehead, 
measuring him. Walking back three paces, she launched into action.
	"Ah-HA!!" she screamed.
	She delivered a perfect kick, up and under his hanging head, the 
top of her feet crashing into his forehead, fracturing his skull. So 
hard was the kick and so perfectly executed that the big, sexy toe of 
that foot curled up and under and dug deep into his left eye, popping it 
out of the socket. He flew backwards, his head snapping, his hands 
flying out to the sides and the now loose eyeball hanging in the air for 
a good two seconds after he'd crashed to his back, barely alive.
	"Good hang time, girl!" Stephanie screamed in delight, clapping 
her hands. "My turn!"
	They positioned him to his knees again, with Nadja having to hold 
him up now. He was nearly dead as it was, but the girls took their time 
finishing him. Stephanie measure him carefully, as Nadja had, and 
stepped back to take a few running steps forward. She blasted the top of 
her foot up and under, the forehead fracturing again and the long big 
toe taking out his other eyeball on impact. But she'd kicked him so hard 
that when he crashed to his back, Stephanie went with him and came to 
rest standing over his face, her long big toe buried up to the knuckle 
inside his eye socket. He screamed in agony, his trembling hands pushing 
up against his supple calf to try pulling the foot from his face. She 
laughed and popped it free. The two girls stood over him, looking at his 
broken face and empty eye holes.
	"The double foot crush to the temples!" Nadja cried.
	"Mmm, yeah," Stephanie hissed, taking the position.
	The girls sat down and pulled the dying man to a sitting position 
between them. They lifted a leg and fitted the heel of that foot against 
a temple on either side of the man's head. Each grabbing an arm, they 
pulled back hard on it while pushing as hard as they could with their 
feet, grinding the temple under it, smashing the soft tissue beneath it 
to bloody goo.
	"I feel his arm loosening up!" Stephanie squealed, pulling back 
hard on the arm.
	"I love that!" Nadja hissed. "I love killing them by grinding 
their brains with my feet, but popping an arm is an added benefit!!"
	And both arms popped now, schlucking free with a gruesome sucking 
noise, the shoulders disengaging and leaving his arms pulled out at a 
horrible angle. The girls continued to push as hard as possible with 
their sexy feet, the bony heels of each one grinding hard into the dying 
man's temples, mushing the material underneath and driving it all inside 
his brain. His empty eye sockets oozed pus and blood and other goop as 
the women squeezed his head between their feet. Skull bone cracked under 
the pressure as they pulled so hard, his head caved in. Within minutes, 
he was dead, but Stephanie and Nadja continued the deadly foot assault 
until they tired and let go, flopping back to the sand exhausted and 
laughing.
	Three were left. Women swarmed the village now, smelling the blood 
and busted balls, eager for more. There were more than had begun and 
even Barrows noticed, sluggish as he was still locked in the sole-
scissors of Vanessa's feet.
	"More than 10..." he growled. "More than 10 women...you lied...we 
only had 10 men, plus me...you've got way more..."
	"We lied?" Vanessa laughed. "Imagine, lying to a pirate, who 
never, ever lies, I guess! Yes, there are more involved but I cannot 
stop the ladies now, they all want in on it. You've only three men left, 
you pitiful excuse for a leader, now watch the women kill them!!"
	Kate was admiring her feet before the man being held by 
outstretched arms in the grip of Helena and Karen. The long, skinny 
supermodel was walking gingerly on those feet, a pout on her thin, 
pretty face.
	"You won't?" she cooed. "You won't kiss my feet, my pretty feet?"
	"F...fuck you," the man sputtered through broken lips.
	"Again, you want it again?" Kate laughed, rolling her eyes. "OK!"
	She launched herself at him in a perfect stutter karate kick, 
faking with one foot and unleashing the other, the bottom of it 
splattering his face, smashing his nose to pulp, splitting his already 
split lips. His head snapped back, but the other girls held him up. Kate 
landed on both feet in the sand and laughed at the continued damage she 
was doing to his face.
	"I have very large, very long feet, you know," she said, strolling 
back and forth before the man, his eyes glaring at her. "My toes are 
about 2 1/2 inches long, the big ones, that makes them bigger then most 
men's toes, did you know that? Do you know I can kill a man with just my 
toes? Watch this!"
	She laid down before him and slid a foot under his crotch. He 
looked down but couldn't see what was happening, but the widening of his 
eyes gave it away. Kate opened up the space between her big toe and next 
toe on one foot and had taken his entire cock-and-balls package inside, 
closing it off and scissoring his nuts in her toes.
	"Mmmmm, doesn't that feel nice?" she growled, pumping her slim 
calf up and down, leaning up on her elbows to glare into his agonized 
face. "My toes pulling your cock and balls, squeeeeezing it? Hmmm?"
	He howled in pain as Kate classically sexy feet yanked at his nuts 
like a milking machine. Then something strange happened; his cock got 
hard and good feelings overcame him as she continued to pull down harder 
and harder with her toes on his nuts. His dick was aiming straight down 
and was being squeezed blue, but in minutes, he found himself giving up 
a huge load of come, splattering it into the sand until Kate scooted her 
other foot under it and took a thick blanket of hot spew all over the 
top of her foot, gumming up her toes and leaving it all milky white.
	"Nasty boy, nasty, nasty boy!" she mocked, undoing her foot from 
his nut package and standing up. "You'll pay for that! Ladies, lay him 
down!"
	Helena and Karen laid the moaning man flat on his back, letting go 
of his arms and sliding down near his waist. They sat perpendicular to 
him, their feet at his hips. Kate stood on his chest now, the comey foot 
inches from his frightened face.
	"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop, couldn't help it....please.." he 
begged.
	"Oh, big brave man is scared now, huh?" Kate said. "Lick it. Lick 
your come off my foot."
	"No, please, not that, I'll do anything, anything else, not 
that.." he stammered, tears in his eyes.
	"That was a big load you put on me, think you have more in those 
nuts of yours?" Kate teased.
	"Yes, plenty, plenty, anything for you, let me show you, please!!" 
he begged.
	"Oh, you will," she said evily, turning to the women sitting near 
his crotch. "Girls, milk him dry!!"
	The women laughed, each lifting a leg and fitting the sole of that 
foot against his balls. Karen pressed from the right, Helena from the 
left, crushing his nuts between their sexy feet. He growled in pain, but 
also pleasure. The women pressed hard with their feet and soon his thick 
cock sprung to life again in the clamp of their sexy feet. Kate laughed.
	"I knew you liked this," she cooed. "Now come!!"
	The women pressed harder and a minute later, the pirate was 
bucking up in their feet, ready to spurt again. Kate quickly spun around 
and caught the thick, ropy load of sperm all over the foot already 
coated with the first load of goop. The rest of it oozed out and Kate 
wiped the head clean on the instep of her foot. Nowhere on the top of 
her sexy foot was there any bare skin, it was entirely coated with come.
	"Again!" she ordered the man.
	The women pressed in harder with their feet, smashing his nuts 
between them and squeezing out a third load within five minutes, Kate 
again taking the spunk on her foot, a lesser amount this time. Now she 
spun around angrily, standing on his chest.
	"Suck the come off," she growled. "Or die!"
	"No...." the man begged.
	Kate nodded toward the women behind her. They pushed hard now, 
much harder than before and the man's balls were creamed in the soles of 
their pressing feet, the balls popping as they kicked their feet 
together. His mouth opened in a silent scream and Kate smiled; pointing 
her come-covered toes, she jammed them deep inside his open mouth, the 2 
1/2 inch toes sliding down his throat in so deep he couldn't even bite 
down. Tons of his come slithered forward now, slipping down over her 
instep and down over her toes, a hot, lumpy river of spunk cascading 
into his mouth and down his throat. What her toes didn't choke, his own 
come did and the man sputtered and gagged his dying breaths. Helena and 
Karen growled and thundered down with their feet and his balls exploded 
in a mist of blood and come between them as he orgasmed even in death.
	"Damn!" Kate shrieked, looking back and watching the red-and-white 
goo geyser from his mangled crotch.
	She slowly pulled her comey foot from his mouth and her two 
cohorts disengaged their feet from his nuts to walk away laughing and 
leave the dead man baking in the sun.
	"No...no...no..." Barrows grumbled from the continued pressure of 
Vanessa's feet.
	"Yes, little man, oh, yes," the blonde hissed from behind him.
	A wall of women grew around Barrows now as one by one, the deadly 
entourage left the grisly scene of the village to gather around the 
captured leader of the pirates. They watched as the last two men died in 
the grips of the remaining women.
	Suddenly, one of the two men ran from the village and toward the 
ocean, Gabriella in hot pursuit. Both she and the man raced toward a 
ledge on a cliff overlooking the sea and she tackled him, but the 
momentum threw them both over the edge. The women in the village gasped 
as they watched both Gabby and the man hanging over the side, Gabby 
clinging to the cliff, the man clinging to the supermodel's thick, 
muscular legs.
	"Don't....let me go...." he begged, his arms wrapped around her 
husky thighs.
	Gabby laughed, confident and cocky, slowly pulling her 6-foot-1 
body up the ledge. The man's grip loosened and he slid down her 
fabulous, tanned legs as she pulled herself up and up, finally clinging 
to just her big, sexy feet.
	"No! Please!! Don't leave me!!" the man whimpered.
	Gabby easily and quickly pulled herself back up on the ledge, 
leaving him hanging there from his fingertips digging into the rock. His 
legs swung free beneath him, the only thing holding him up being those 
fingers on the rocky ledge. She stood above him, long black hair 
billowing in the breeze, that beautiful face glaring down at him. He 
looked up through teary eyes, watching Gabby's muscular thighs swell 
above him.
	"Hmmm, I could save you, just reach down and haul you back up here 
with me, maybe nestle that face between these thighs, make you suck me 
as a reward for saving your life, make you eat my hot pussy," she 
teased, laughing as the man furiously nodded.
	"But then again, when I come, I put awful pressure on the person's 
head between my legs," she continued. "I squeeze and I squeeze and I 
squeeze and then I lock up my feet and squeeze some more and next thing 
you know, I have a dead man's head scissored between my thighs! You 
wouldn't want that, would you?"
	"I'll...take my chances..." he whimpered, looking back over his 
shoulder at the 200 foot gap between his feet and the rock-strewn beach 
below.
	"Nah," Gabby hissed. "I'll do it my way!"
	With that, she raised a sexy leg up and smashed down, grinding the 
fingers of his left hand under the heel of her foot. He screamed in pain 
but stayed firm, knowing to pull away meant death. Gabby shrugged and 
did it again, using her other foot on his other hand, powdering the 
skinny bones of his fingertips under the monstrous crush of her heel. He 
stayed again, his head back in agony, tears streaming down his face. 
Over and over Gabby unleashed powerful thrusts down from her legs, her 
feet splintering his fingers, but still he hung on. She shrugged.
	"OK, have it your way, tough guy," she said, sitting on the ledge 
before him and hanging her feet over the edge.
	Gabby pumped both legs back and sprung them out, the bottoms of 
her feet blasting off his face, smashing his nose to pulp. His hands 
popped free of the ledge - and grabbed onto Gabby's strong legs. The 
ladies of the village screamed as she slid forward a bit, nearer the 
edge, but her strong hands dug into the ground and her muscular arms 
tensed, holding her on the cliffside. He had his head between her feet, 
his hands curled around her shins. Her legs stuck out straight, the 
thick quads streaming with sweat and shining with huge muscles under the 
hot sun. He looked up into her eyes imploringly.
	"You're a tough little fucker, I'll give you that," Gabby growled 
at him. "Now say goodbye!!"
	She scissored her feet together, locking her ankles around his 
neck, cutting off his blood to the brain and making him go numb. His 
eyes rolled back into his head and finally his hands fell away from 
Gabby's powerful legs. She opened her feet and he fell, but before he 
did, she quickly drew her legs back and thrust them out, the heels of 
her feet shattering his nose and teeth in a spray of blood and bone, 
sending him cartwheeling back in space, end over end, screaming the 200 
feet to his death, his back smashing onto the rocks far below. She 
pulled herself back up on the cliff and walked to the women, who were 
applauding her efforts.
	One pirate remained, and he was on the verge of insanity, having 
watched nine others die horrible deaths. He ran around the village, 
trying to escape, but everywhere were the women, cornering him, guiding 
him back to the middle. And out of the pack sprang Pamela, a blonde blur 
as she did a series of blinding cartwheels and handsprings to put 
herself directly into the man's nuts, feet first, her bare soles 
blasting him back into a hut. She was a growling tower of fury, throwing 
herself into the hut and on top of the screaming man. The women gathered 
around it, not going in, content to listen to the victim's blood-
curdling screams from within. A few minutes later, Pamela walked out 
smiling; the man screamed no more. Her feet were crimson and sticking 
out of the toes of one foot were a pair of balls, a cock in the other. 
She had castrated the man with her feet.
	The women went wild, cheering madly and thundering back as a 
throng to where Vanessa had finally released Barrows from her foot 
prison. The pirate leader groggily stood up and when he got his 
composure back, he was roaring mad.
	"You fucking WHORES!!!" he screamed, lashing out at the women near 
him who laughed and back away, making him lunge at air. "I'll kill you, 
all of you!!"
	"Barrows, 10 of your best men couldn't kill these women, and you, 
alone, will?" Vanessa laughed. "Oh, no, I think not."
	"Then give me your best," he growled, whirling  to face her, teeth 
clenched in anger. "Bring her to me, bring me your 
lead...fucking...CUNT!!!"
	The sea of beautiful women parted and out walked a vision of 
sexiness so stunning, so tall, so sensuous, even Barrows's jaw dropped 
open. The 5-foot-11 beauty with long black hair wore just a black thong, 
and strode out on the biggest feet Barrows had ever seen on a woman. He 
started at them, then up the slender, smooth legs to the belly, hard and 
flat, and those mountainous, firm breasts to that face that held his 
gaze at it smiled softly at him.
	"Hello, Barrows," she purred in a sexy French accent, walking to 
him. "My name is Suze. Those feet you were looking at are size 11's, by 
the way. Get to know them well. They will be the instruments of your 
death."
	Barrows snapped out of it and glared at the beautiful woman. "Fuck 
you."
	She smiled and snapped her fingers, putting her hands behind her. 
Two of the other women ran up and tied Suze's hands together at the 
small of her back. She stepped away from Barrows and sat at a small 
dressing table nearby that the others had brought out to the village 
center. The sun was setting; a fire had been started.
	"My feet are quite deadly, Barrows, and quite capable of many 
things, so much so I don't even need my hands," she said.
	Suze leaned back a bit and swung her insanely long legs up to the 
table. She clenched a bottle of cologne in one, her smooth toes wrapping 
almost entirely around it while the powerful digits of  the other foot 
slowly unscrewed the cap. She put it down and gently turned the bottle 
over to daub the bottom of the other foot with the scent, then put the 
bottle down. Incredibly, she effortlessly bent her long, lean legs up to 
her face where she smEllied the bottom of her feet and smiled, eyes 
closed. She gently rubbed the cologne-scented feet on her neck, her 
face, those heaving tits, her upper arms. The village was permeated with 
the gentle aroma of musk as Suze returned the cap to the bottle - and 
picked up a nail file in one strong foot, taking it to the toenails of 
the other. The smooth, shiny nails glistened in the waning sunlight and 
increasing firelight, the edge of them glinting sharply as Suze worked 
the razor. Finishing, she again brought each foot to her sexy mouth and 
through pouty lips, gave a gentle blow to each one, puffing the nail 
debris from them. She stood and approached Barrows.
	"Now I am ready," she said into his sweaty face. "Are you?"
	"Let's....let's do it, baby," he said nervously, swallowing a 
painfully dry gulp.
	The women cheered. Barrows sweat some more. And Suze's feet swung 
into action.
	She executed a perfect spin-kick, the sharpened toenails of her 
right foot slicing across Barrows's midsection, opening up a thin ribbon 
of crimson on his abdomen, staggering him back. He looked down at his 
wound, touched it and roared, taking off in a blind rage at Suze.
	The beautiful woman smiled and jumped aside, her hands behind her, 
perfectly balanced on those huge feet. Barrows crashed into the wall of 
women on the other side and they pushed him back out to the center of 
the village. The angry pirate lunged again at the French supermodel and 
this time she unleashed a perfect stagger kick, faking with one foot and 
knifing the toes of the other right between Barrows's stunned eyes, 
unleashing a torrent of blood from the cut and the shattered nose. He 
went down to his knees. And Suze went to work.
	She stepped up to him and her long, lithe legs and powerful feet 
were a blur, first one then the other slapping at his face side to side, 
using the top of the foot on one cheek then the other, a blinding 
display of foot dominance and balance as she stood on one leg to do it. 
Then she switched feet and Suze worked his face over in the other until 
he crashed to his back, barely awake.
	The girls were going wild, especially when she used her feet to 
get him to his hands and knees and then straddled his head, taking it 
high in her thighs and squeezing him blue in a reverse standing 
headscissors, the back of his head snug in her sweet ass, his face 
sticking out the backs of her legs. She stood on crossed feet for a 
moment, grinding his neck in her iron thighs, and then loosened up only 
to swing one foot up and at his face, blasting the heel, sole and toes 
of the foot off his scissor-trapped face.
	"Uh...uh...uh..uh..." Barrows grunted in rhythm with the slapping 
of Suze's slender foot up into his nose, his lips, his eyes, rendering 
his face a bloody mess. Then she switched legs and used the other foot 
to batter his exposed face. By the time she was through, he was almost 
unconscious. She dropped him to the sand and rolled him to his back.
	"Girls, his pants," she said quietly, and the women obeyed, 
stripping the pirate of his trousers, leaving his cock and balls 
exposed. Suze smile.
	"I am going to kill you now with my feet," she said simply, 
walking up between his open legs. "Your testicles and penis will be 
reduced to mush by my feet and you will die, a slow, agonizing and very 
bloody death. I haven't decided if I want to keep your cock and balls as 
trophies or not. In any event...let the execution begin!!"
	And it did. Barrows's eyes bulged in agony as he felt the 
sharpened toes of Suze's powerful left foot tear into his tender nut 
sack as she brought the tip of her foot deep into his crotch powered by 
a devastating kick. Again and again she lathered his balls with toe 
kicks, the sharp nails slicing new cuts into his bloodied ball sack. 
When she tired on one leg she used the other and five minutes later his 
crotch was a sea of red. She stepped away and smiled as he rolled in the 
sand, trying to hold his flayed nuts together.
	"You....cunt...." he gargled through a mouthful of sand and blood.
	"Call me what you will, but I am the one killing one," she said 
calmly.
	She worked him to his back and managed to bring his legs up to his 
chest. Suze sat on the backs of his thighs with hers and folded one leg 
up, inserting a razor-sharp big toe into his asshole and twisting 
brutally hard. Barrows screamed a scream of new pain as he felt the long 
toe, longer even than those of Kate, bury itself inside his virgin 
flesh, ripping the meat there, the toenail slicing the tender tissue, 
coating itself on the blood that spewed forth and going deeper inside 
his ravaged asshole as a result. She used her other foot to spread his 
cheeks and now worked in another toe, then another. Suze sat on her 
dying victim for five minutes, calmly foot fucking him until she had him 
halfway up the sole inside his brutalized butthole. When she pulled it 
out finally, a torrent of blood gushed into the sand, pooling beneath 
his wounded ass. A trio of girls fell before her and washed the foot 
clean. Suze smiled.
	The big woman walked over to Barrows laying face up in the sand, 
his hands trembling over his crotch, tears running down his bloodied and 
bruised face. That gentle smile on her face, she now lifted her big 
right foot and brought it crashing down on his mouth, heel grinding into 
his lips, the first kick sending up a gruesome spray of blood. The 
second kick loosened several teeth and the third blast sent them 
clicking down his throat on a swallow of blood and spit. She continued 
pounding his face, using both feet, and finished by standing perfectly 
balanced on his face, the soles breaking his nose again, the long toes 
gouging his eyes. He couldn't scream for the weight of the French 
supermodel standing on his face. When she slid off, Barrows was barely 
alive, blind and beaten to within seconds of his death. Suze motioned to 
the others who pulled up a chair between his legs.
	"Ladies, assist me," she said evenly. "Christy, Milla, stand on 
his arms...Kate, Karen, hold his legs apart...and Gabby, you get down 
and hold up his package for me so the cut can be quick, clean and as 
painful as possible!"
	The girls obeyed and Barrows was readied for surgery. Suze sat in 
her chair, legs folded, the muscle in her top calf creased sexily along 
the shinbones as she bounced it waiting for the girls to finish setting 
up. She moved her foot forward and began.
	Barrows screamed the loudest scream the women had heard on the 
island in some time. Gabby stretched the bruised and bloodied nut and 
cock bundle up tight in her strong hand, even jerking the prick to a 
state of semi-hardness, which didn't surprise Suze as she sawed back and 
forth with all the nails of her right foot at the base of his balls. 
Within a minute, a powerful river of blood gushed forth all over her 
slicing foot as she made her way through blood vessels, then tendons. 
Gabby's hand jerked up as she pulled and held his genitalia tight in her 
fingers now and seconds later, Suze's furiously sawing foot cleanly 
sliced through the tissue holding his prick down.
	Barrows's empty eye sockets shot open, a bubble of fluid oozing 
from each, and his mouth cracked wide in a silent scream, his entire 
body convulsing against the agony. Gabby held a muscled arm high and 
Suze stood to the cheers of her followers. Someone untied her hands and 
she took her trophy from Gabby, holding up the bloodied package of 
Barrows's cock and balls for all to see, slowly turning in the ghastly 
light of the fire. The women danced around her and her trophy as Barrows 
died quietly off to the side.
	"Well done, ladies," Suze said, handing the trophy to Famke, the 
women in charge of curing and storing all the trophies. "Now, let's head 
out to these guys' ship to see if anyone's left!"
	And the throng of beautiful, deadly supermodels cheered wildly as 
they grabbed torches and headed up the hill and toward the beach where a 
handful of men remaining on the pirate ship had no clue as to the fate 
they were about to meet.