A day at Scissors Ranch by Kandor Six new men to play with! Big Jan walked into the clubhouse, spurs jangling, thunder thighs quivering in her nearly non-existent cutoff jeans before settling down to thick slabs of muscle when she stopped in the middle of the room, hands fisted up on her wide hips. "Girls," she crowed. "The new batch of men folk are here!!" The yahoos that broke out in the room of 12 cowgirls was deafening. Jan laughed and took her Stetson off, waving it like a lariat around her head, further instigating the crew of muscular ranch hands over which she lorded as foreman. "How many this time, Boss Lady?" Debby yelled from the corner bunk, where she and Kim were locked up in a lippy love embrace. "Six of 'em, Deb, all we could round up on the last time out," Jan said, walking toward the bunk and smiling as she watched the two girls fence with their tongues and fondle each others' short- clad asses. "Let's see, 10 of you, six of them...how we gonna decide which half dozen of you dizzy bitches is gonna get the chance to do the rodeo?" The room erupted in laughter. "Let's let the place live up to its name, girls!" Jan roared. "Double up and put the squeeeeeeeeeze on!!!" Three girls sat on one bunk facing three on the one across from them. The remaining six cowgirls sat in front, snuggling the backs of their heads into the crotches of the seated girls, who then draped their muscular legs around those heads, locking up tightly, but not squeezing yet. Jan stood in the middle jotting down the pairings on her clipboard. When she was done, she raised her hat high in the air. "You know the rules, ladies," she barked, setting her stopwatch to zero. "When I signal, commence to scissorin'! I'll keep track of how long it takes to get a submission, then we switches around. The gal who lasts longer, wins!" The girls sitting on the bunks giggled; the victims between their ranch-hard thighs squirmed. The hat came down. The initial collective grunt was from Debby, Nancy, Erika, Mary, June and Joyce as they put the first thunderous scissors thrust to their victims. The follow-up grunt belonged to Kim, Paula, Pammy, Diane, Amy and Helen when the scissors pain settled into their thigh- strapped skulls. "Give it up!" Debby screamed down at the top of Kim's trapped head. "I want a crack at the new meat!! Now give up or I'll split your fucking head!!" Jan smiled as she watched her ranch hands work their legs. Debby's muscular thighs spread wide around Kim's skull, while next to her, Mary's comparably skinny legs sliced relentlessly into Diane's rapidly reddening face. Each of the top girls gripped the bunk for support, the bedding bunching in their hands. In only 15 seconds, Amy, a huge-titted blonde, screamed her surrender in the crush of the thighs of June, a middle-aged sandy-haired woman. Jan quickly wrote down the count, and within three more minutes, the five other girls had submitted. "Switch 'em up girls," Jan said, eyeing the results. The beaten girls happily took their places on the bunks, snuggling their crotches up close to the heads of the girls seated between their legs. Jan gave the signal and the squeeze was on, the grunts filled the room and in no time, the winners were chosen: Debby outlasted Kim, Nancy crushed Paula into a quicker submission, Erika's teen-girl legs demolished Pammy, Mary's thin legs did in Diana faster, Amy's hunky thighs devoured June in record time and big Joyce's hard hamhock thighs made quick work of skinny Helen. "Tomorrow at noon, the Scissors Coral," Jan said as she walked out, smiling at the winning girls who stood above their moaning victims, eager to ride their faces in victory. "Get some rest." The girls were buzzing excitedly early the next morning when the walked as a group from the clubhouse to breakfast. Each wore tiny shorts, mostly cutoffs, and either short socks and workboots or cowboy boots cut high and tight on mighty calves. Whatever they wore, it showed off tons of leg, which was a requirement of the Scissors Ranch. They gathered around the breakfast table, stood and bowed their heads as Jan led them in the ranch's unique prayer: "We are grateful for not only the food here before us, but for the opportunity that each of us have to continue living up to the name of 'Scissors Ranch'. On this day especially, and many other days like it, we look forward to the unseen guidance of the ranch founder, Queen Quad Johnson, as we take in a new group of victims. Eat well, my ladies, then scissor hard!!!" The girls mumbled their amens and sat down to eat. The six doing the rodeo were clearly more excited than the rest, but all the girls talked about the upcoming event. "I'm gonna use my ass more, that's for sure," said Joyce, a huge-thighed blonde on the heavy side, but with legs as round and powerful as any the Scissors Ranch had ever seen. "Girl, you got it, may as well get some use out of it besides busting our fucking toilet seats once a week!" Kim laughed to a chorus of giggles. Joyce just shot her a pissed-off smile. "Not me, I'm staying with what I know," Nancy said, chowing down a rasher of bacon. "The calves." "Hell, yes, you should, you snap necks like kindling in those damn things," Paula laughed, nudging the big redhead in the ribs as she said it. "I love those calves of yours." Nancy smiled sexily and leaned over to Paula. "I know you do," she hissed, sliding her tongue out over Paula's moaning lips. "You love lickin' em' and suckin' 'em...just so long as I don't bust your neck with them!!" The girls ate and laughed as Big Jan walked around with her ever-present clipboard, marking off pairings for the rodeo. When the women were done with their chow, they donned their cowgirl hats and marched off to "The Crushing Coral," so named for the activity that took place there. The six chosen ones went to the riding side of the coral, the other girls, and the rest of the ranch hands, including the slave males, sat in the stands. Jan walked to the center of the dirty ring. "As you all know, we have a new batch of men broncos for today's activities," Jan shouted to the stands, although everyone knew the rules; the women there giggled, the slave males looked nervously away. "One slave male is turned loose in the coral, and one gal rides in on her horse," Jan continued. "She tries to lasso him, tie up his feet and/or hands, and then works his stiffy to make him come! If she can't do this within three minutes, he is a free man. Well, free to be a male slave for us. If she can do it, he dies by the scissor hold of her choice! Any questions?" "Yeah, when's the next batch of men comin' in?" Amy shouted. "I want my turn!" Jan laughed. "You'll get it, you always do," she yelled. "Now, first up: Debby and her flying headscissors!!" A slave male was released from his pen and ran toward the center of the corral, naked and frightened. Debby barreled in on her horse, her huge tits bouncing under the loose material of her sleeveless flannel shirt, her thighs flared wide around the shanks of her horse. She raised the rope high and twirled it to the cheers of the others. The man headed for the side of the coral, hoping to avoid Debby's rope, but he could not. She bore down on him and nailed him around the feet, pulling his legs out from under him. The crowd cheered as he crashed face first into the dirt. He was struggling to his feet as Debby dismounted and strode up to him, her thighs jarring from the impact as she thundered toward him. He looked up frightened just as she arrived. "YAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" she shouted, launching herself at him, legs first. The crowd went nuts as Debby nailed him with a perfect flying headscissors, her thigh thighs ribboning around his neck, her booted calves locking hard and fast. She hung there briefly, letting her thighs gag him, before spinning around quickly and tossing him to his back. She came down on her side, leaned up on her arm and put on a 10-second burst of extreme scissor power that damn near busted his neck. "FOUL!!!" Jan cried, checking off the appropriate spot on her clipboard. "Illegal use of scissors before the final event!!" Deb laughed and let him go. "Sorry, I get carried away!" She used her rope to continued tying up his feet and then bound his hands together behind him, securing feet and hands together, so he was now laying in the dirt on his belly, in a bow shape. Debby quickly kicked him in the side to roll him over; his limp cock hung down on one thigh. She smiled and knelt down to go to work. She didn't even wait for him to get hard. Debby's specialty was jacking off soft cocks and she was doing this one to perfecting. She closed her small, powerful hand around the base of his cock, just above his dusty nuts, and started rapidly flexing it, opening and closing her fingers quickly, kneading the base of his shrunken cock. Amazingly, the man moaned with pleasure; Debby's technique was one where her pulsating hand hit just the right nerve at the bottom of a man's cock so she didn't need him hard to get him where she wanted him. He fought the urge, but Debby was too good. "Baby, she's milking him good!" Jan cried, kneeling to watch as huge dollop of clear precum oozed from the man's still soft prick. "Go, girl!!" Debby grit her teeth and used her other arm to wipe the sweat from her brow as she continued the pumping action with her other hand. As she squeezed, the meat of his cock would balloon out the end of her fist, slowly growing, getting harder as she kept milking him. "Two minutes, 20!" Jan cried. "Can she do it!!!" Debby smiled. She squeezed down hard with her fist, crunching the base of his prick hard, at the same time slipping a finger of that hand under his nuts to press very hard into the perineum, that soft area between ass and balls. She was massaging his prostate from the outside and with a resigned groan, the man gave up a huge load, a ribbon of pure white erupting from his soft cockhead, splashing into the dirt below and kicking up a white- tan plume of dust. Debby hooted and squeezed, milking him dry, shaking the last drop of come from his exhausted prick before letting go to stand up and parade around the ring to the cheers of others. "Just under 3 minutes, very good, Deb!" Jan cried, holding up Debby's hand in triumph before bringing it to her own lips to slowly lick off the thick drip of come that had landed there in the final jack-off stage. "Take him out!!" Debby cut the ropes from the stunned slave male and let him stand. He didn't notice as she jogged 30 feet behind him, stopped and turned. She barreled at him now, her huge thighs quivering on impact, and from 10 feet away she launched herself at him, those big thighs slamming around his head from behind. So great was her momentum as she spun to the front, she flipped him 15 feet away from where he stood. She got him up again and did the same thing. Over and over, Debby positioned the increasingly groggy slave male on his feet and then nailed him with a brutal flying headscissors, her thick inner thighs blasting off his face like a meaty wave. On the last one, she stayed on top of him, riding his shoulders, her meaty legs locked in front of him. She put on a horrendous squeeze and the man screamed. "QUIET!" Debby yelled to the crowd. "Hear it comes!!" The din died down and Debby violently snapped her thick thighs one way, then the other; the snap of his neck crackled throughout the coral, bouncing off the nearby barn. The crowd's roar was deafening even before the dead man hit the dirt. She walked triumphantly to the stands, enjoying the adulation, as the male ranch hands dragged the body away. "Next up, Big Nancy and her Killer Calves!!" Jan barked, waving in another nude slave male. This one was big, but so was Nancy; at 6-foot-1, 220 pounds, Nancy was the tallest and nastiest of the cowgirls at Scissors Ranch. Other girls had failed to subdue and make male slaves come before. Nancy never had in her 10 years of doing this. This one was a gimme, but it was always fun to watch the giant redhead work. The man ran into the ring, his huge flaccid cock flapping against his thigh. The girls oohed at the size of it, some saying it was a shame the owner of it had to die. Nancy rode in on her black stallion. She wore low black socks and black leather boots, and tight black spandex pants that came nearly to her knee. It was those giant calves in the middle she wanted to accentuate, and she did. The huge flexing tubes of muscled meat creased and flashed in the bright morning sun as she rode around the ring, chasing down her victim in concentric circles. She could take her time within the 3-minute limit. Once she had him down, it was over. She waved the rope over her head, her thick, creamy biceps bubbling as she unleashed it, the loop finding its target around the man's neck, jerking him down on his back. Nancy kept the end tight in her hand as she calmly got off the horse and walked to his struggling form. She laughed. "You are mine now," she growled. "Don't fight it." The crowd watched in awe as the big woman sat on the moaning man's face, subduing him her spandexed fanny while she bent to engulf his soft prick into her sucking mouth. There was no rule against how you got a man up, and Nancy's blow jobs were legend in this county. Within 10 seconds, the man's huge cock grew to its full 12 inches in her mouth. She slowly backed off and sat up, licking her spitty lips as she left a hand on his monster prong, jacking it.He moaned from under the meaty spread of her thick rump. "One minute even!" Jan shouted. "Two minutes to make him come!" The crowd laughed. They knew it wouldn't take nearly that long. Nancy leaned forward and spit on his cock, getting it good and wet before dismounting his face and sitting off to the side of him. Quickly, she scissored his bobbing wand in the meaty clamp her muscular thighs, securing the hold and then laying back. The man's eyes shot open with the surprise of pure pleasure; Nancy slowly flexed and relaxed her iron calves, the thick bands of muscles in them chewing at his big prick, milking it, pulsating against it. She was literally jerking him off in her calves. There was no rule against that, either. "One minute, 30!" Jan shouted, looking at her stop watch and then down at the huge cock scissored in Nancy's more huge calves. She was working him good now, rolling down the tubes of her socked calves and then pinching them back up again, undulating the thick flesh around his twitching stem. She laid back, hands behind her head, eyes closed. She wasn't even looking at what she was doing. She didn't have to, it was almost as if she'd programmed her calves to scissor this man off and they were possessed of a mind of their own. "Here it comes!!!" Jan cried. She was right. The man twitched, went stiff and gave up a geyser of nutsauce, a three-foot fountain of spunk that split the humid air with its jetting shaft of white. Once spurt, two, three, four, each pumping high into the air and landing with a milky splat along the muscle-lined shins of Nancy's slowly pumping lower limbs. When he finished coming, every inch of milky skin from Nancy's knees to her low socks was covered with his spunk. She got up on her elbows and smiled down at her leg work. "One minute, 54!" Jan bellowed. "As always, Nancy leads in time!!" Nancy opened her legs a bit and used his cock now paint the inside of her jagged calves with his endless supply of goo. Thick rivers of it ran down inside her calves as she leaned forward to grab his shrinking dick, using the fat head to lather up her lower legs with a good quarter-inch layer of his own cream. When no skin on her lower legs wasn't covered with pure liquid protein and glistening in the sun, she sat him up and then sat before him. "Now, you die," she said calmly, lashing out her lethal lower legs to snag his head. The comey calves knifed into his jawbones, the squishy muscles compressing the sides of his face to the breaking point. Nancy's calves were so long, she still had plenty left to hook her booted ankles together behind his head. The thick tubes of spunk-coated meat doubled in size as she squeezed them brutally hard on him. His hands shot up to grab them in a vain attempt to pull them away, but his hands slipped off the oily flesh. Even with dry calves, Nancy never lost a calf scissor grip on her victim. The crowd roared as they watched the slave male's jaws bend horribly then shatter in a gruesome splinter that saw a torrent of blood gush from his busted face, mixing with his own goo on her relentless legs. The sheer size of Nancy's monstrous calves meant that while the tops of them continued to mangle and shred his facial bones, the bottoms of them, the thickly jagged parts, sliced into his neck, slowing and then stopping blood to the brain. She wasn't breaking his neck to kill him, she was denying his brain the vital flow of oxygenated blood. Nancy strangled the gagging man to death in her vicious calf lock. The crowd roared when they finally saw the slave male go limp, and roared louder still when they saw Nancy arch her big back as she slowly orgasmed the way she always did on a kill. She kept squeezing the man's neck in her huge come-and-blood spotted calves as she finished out her come, his broken body twitching in her iron legs like a dying fish. When Nancy finished, Jan helped the big smiling woman to her feet as ranch hands hauled the broken body away. The crowd stood on its feet to thunder its approval. "Next up ... Erika!" Jan shouted, getting the crowd going. A thin naked slave male ran into the center of the coral as Erika rode out of her stall on her steed. The long-limbed blonde teen wore a tight white T-shirt, leather chaps and mid-calf cowboy boots. She had lengthy legs, tanned and healthy looking, not overly muscled, but very strong. Her creamy brown inner thighs, the only part of her legs that showed in her chaps, flowed with sinew and were etched with hard tendon. Erika easily took her man down with the rope, coiling it around his thin waist and jerking him back off his feet. She danced off the horse and ran to him, kneeling on the side of his face as she worked the rope around his hands behind his back. She rolled him to his back, and his flaccid cock lay against his thin belly. Smiling, Erika sat on his belly and extended her legs down onto his, the backs of her thighs on the tops of his. She reached down between their legs to work his prick, her teen girl forearm flowing with linear muscle as she pumped it to life. "Two minutes, Erika, you better get it going!" Jan yelled to her. Erika smiled. She had him stiff and now slammed her iron thighs around it, laying back and pulsing the thick cords her adductors, milking his cock with them as Nancy did on her slave with her big calves. She all but covered her scrawny male slave as she lay back, violently twitching and pumping her muscular thighs up and down, screwing his cock in them. "Hurry, Erika!!" the other girls shouted from the sidelines. But at three minutes, Jan blew her whistle and the man still hadn't come. Angry, Erika got to her feet and violently stamped a cowboy boot onto the man's balls. He screamed in agony and flipped over to his belly, holding his nuts. "You fuck!!!" she roared, first cutting the rope from his hands then sitting down behind him and wrapping him up in a straight headscissors, her iron adductors ribboned around his ears. "Jack off!! You take that cock and you come, you fucking bastard!!! I won't lose!!!" Even though she had lost, Erika went nuts on the guy's head, thrusting her long legs up and down, spasming her steely inner thighs on his skull. He jerked his cock, as she'd ordered him to do, hoping if he came it would appease her. Jan just shrugged and watched; Erika was flaunting the rules and would have to be punished, but for now, she let the teen blonde girl go wild. And go wild she did. The harder the man jerked his cock, the harder she squeezed him. When he finally let out a high-pitched scream, no one knew if it was from pleasure as his cock erupted a river of spunk into the air, or pain, as Erika's wildly quivering thighs crushed him harder still. He finished coming and his hands flopped to the dirt beside him. Erika was up on her hands now, her teeth flashing and clenched. She was scissoring him so hard, that even her relatively thin thighs bubbled up to nearly hide his face which was a mask of agony and terror. His eyes were scrunched shut from the pain and pressure, his lips pursed in a painful open 'O' shape. Erika looked down at him and let out a maniacal shriek - and then scissored him so hard his skull crackled under the pressure, blood oozing from his nose, mouth and eyes as the plates in his cranium ground against each other sending shock waves and blood coursing throughout his brain. Seconds later, he was dead from relentless pressure and lethal damage inflicted by Erika's chap-framed thighs. Jan walked to her and got her to her feet, having to peel the dead slave's blood-sticky face from her quivering thighs. "No more of this for you for six months, girl," Jan growled. "You know the rules....but nice kill." The crowd applauded and a dejected Erika walked sullenly away, slapping the dust from her chaps with her cowgirl hat. Mary, a thin brunette with slender but deceptively strong legs, especially in the calves, waited on her horse. The naked male slave ran in, frightened, and Mary gave chase. Mary was not the experienced horsewoman the rest of the girls were, and was having trouble bringing her man down. She'd get the rope around him but he'd slither away. Finally, in her frustration, she thundered her steed up beside his running form, hung on the horn of her saddle and lashed out her long legs, snaring him in the lasso of her rugged, slender thighs. The crowd cheered her initiative as she rode him, bulldog style, to the dirt and her horse rode away. She got him down and immediately used the rope she held in her teeth to tie him up. "That took some time, but you got him now, girl!" Jan yelled. "You got less than a minute to make him shoot!!" What Mary lacked in horseriding smarts, she more than made up for in the business of applying a handjob. She wore tiny silky shorts that exposed her hard, muscular ass and she scooted the slave's face deep inside her clammy butthalves for a smothering scissor lock while she bent to the side to work his cock. "Smell it," she hissed, smiling as she watched his prick grow lightning fast in her pumping grip the way they all did when she combined the worlds of pain and pleasure. "Smell that sweaty asshole!!" The slave did, inhaled deeply, his nose pinched in Mary's vice grip rump meat while her thighs chewed seductively at his face. He was rock hard now as Mary's slender forearm rippled with sinewy steel in her jacking motion. She watched his cock throb, inches from it, her eyes wide with concentration, her teeth clenched. Just 10 seconds before her time ran out, the slave erupted, a thick ribbon of spunk jetting into the air and landing with in a ropy strand on Mary's face. She jerked harder and harder, coating her face with his goo, attaching her lips to the sensitive underhead as she jacked him more, milking him dry, the entire right side of her face lathered with his steamy spunk. "Just at the three-minute mark, Mary!" Jan shouted. "Good job!" Mary laughed and quickly spun the slave male around to lie flat on his back. She scooted her long, lean legs around his throat, scissoring him hard until he gagged. Then pulling up the bottom half of her legs, she folded the thick bubbles of her amazingly well-muscled calves up onto the side of his face, mashing the other side into the plank-hard slabs of her hamstrings, all the while choking him around the throat. He thrashed and twitched as Mary leaned up on her arms to glare down at him, running her long tongue up over her lips to gobble up the thick glacier of man cream sluicing toward her mouth. She savored the taste, putting her head back and moaning as she folded the legs tighter still on his neck, not stopping the inward pressure until he moved no more and she'd strangled him in the scissor grip of the double figure four. Jan helped her to her feet. Mary walked off to cheers, her face still spunked up solid, and was met by June, the oldest cowgirl at Scissors Ranch, an amazingly well-preserved 44 year old blonde. She embraced Mary and kissed her, the two women sharing the still-warm spunky facial Mary was wearing. "Yeah, you can't beat this stuff for keeping the skin soft, supple and young," June hissed, rubbing her cheeks into Mary's creamed one, taking a large quantity of nutsauce to her own face to rub in. Amy sat on her horse, waiting. The young blonde's massive tits bounced slowly under her tight T-shirt as the animal pawed the earth, snorting up swirls of dust. Amy's legs were covered in knee-high cowboy boots and long, baggy shorts, showing only a little thick thigh. The male slave minced into the center of the ring, his feet and arms waving daintily. "You got you work cut out for you on this one, girl!" Jan laughed to her and the crowd. "This one's queer as a three-dollar bill!" Amy smiled. "I know," she growled. "I got it covered!" Jan waved her in and seconds later, Amy expertly roped down her man, tying his hands behind him quickly rolling him to his back, drawing his knees up to his chest. She snuggled up close to him, her crotch at his, and pulled down her baggy shorts to reveal a thick, foot-long strap-on dildo, one of the biggest in her bunkhouse collection. The other girls hooted and hollered, they knew monster well. They shouted more loudly still as Amy took out bottle of baby oil from a pocket on her shorts and lubed up her cock, and the gay slave's asshole. "Nooooooooo!!!" the slave hissed as he felt the thick, 12-inch plastic prick slice easily into his worn asshole, right up to the fake nuts as Amy went wild, snapping her lush hips back and forth, fucking him hard right from the start. She whipped off her T-shirt as she humped him, her 44DD tits bouncing off her slender frame, the sweat from her workout running down the creamy orbs in salty rivulets. She leaned forward now, smothering him in those monster tits, hoisting his spread legs up around her waist. Working a hand between her hunching belly and his body, she latched onto his cock, which was stiff and oozing. "We have contact!!" Jan announced to the crowd after peering between Amy's body and the slaves to watch the big-titted blonde jack the man's now stiff prick. "Is she good or what!!" In less than a minute of furious assfucking and cock-jerking, Amy's greased hand forced a thick juicy load from the gay man's prick. She went stiff inside him, holding the thick head of her fake cock deep in his ass, pressing his prostate into giving up a monstrous load. She sat up and pulled out; her heaving tits were coated with sweat and spunk, the load shining in the noon sun. The slave rolled up in a ball and cried. "Not yet, gay boy," she growled, rolling to her back and forcing him to lay between her legs. Amy sliced her long, hard legs up around his sides, catching his short ribs and scissoring so hard she squeezed the air from his lungs. His back arched in pain, but she reached up and pulled him forward, burying his crying face in the comey clamp of her thick boobs. The crowd watched intently as Amy's boot-clad calves crossed around each other, the leather creaking as she worked the bodyscissors on tightly. She hunched up her legs a little higher, punishing his ribs, smothering him in spunky tit meat. He screamed into his boob prison as she slowly and methodically broke rib after rib with her punishing thighs. Her own back was arched now in concentration, her eyes closed as she focused on the task. Another rib, then another, and his labored breaths grew shorter and more desperate as he breathed in what he could from the fleshy confines of her huge tits, choking now on his own come that coated them. Amy's scissoring was relentless and python-like; as she squeezed in and the air came out, her thighs tightened all the more, slowly ratcheting down and down until it looked as it she would scissor him literally into two pieces. Then she let him out of her tits, and his back arched in pain, his face contorted in agony, blood oozing from his mouth as her tireless thighs crackled bone against vital internal organs, skewering him to pieces inside his busted midsection. This was a torturous way to die; the other girls killed with their legs in less than a minute or so. Amy was slicing her man to death in her scissor grip for a full five minutes, the last 30 seconds of which was a long, wheezing rasp as the man's lungs flailed in his chest. Then Amy stood to the cheers of the others, her proud, shiny plastic cock bobbing before her as she walked off. Joyce slapped Amy's hand as she walked by Joyce's horse. The big rugged blonde on the steed wore the tiniest pair of cutoffs in her wardrobe, and cowboy boots. Above, she wore only a tight leather vest. The 5-foot-10 inch dirty blonde was heavy at 215 pounds, but thick and solid, not blessed with a lot of muscle but extreme power. She had 33-inch thighs that would engulf a man's skull, but more deadly was that large, all-encompassing ass she loved to use, thick orbs of white jiggling meat that solidified into twin hams of steel when she locked them down. The last slave ran into the ring and Joyce thundered after him, easily lassooing his feet and taking him down hard. She ran up and bulldogged-roped him, tying his feet and ankles together in a bundle in the front. Laying him on his back, she reached under the tied-up feet and hands and expertly worked his throbbing cock, which gave up a thick load in less than a minute. Joyce's time nearly beat Nancy's, but not quite. The big gal walked around the ring, holding her come-soaked hand up high for all to see before lowering it to her slave's face to lick clean. He balked and she rubbed most of the load onto his moaning face. Joyce knelt by his head and straddled it, reaching back to pull it up high between her huge, sweaty cheeks, closing his nose off in the thick embrace. She leaned forward, over his tied hands and feet, and let her 33-inch thighs devour his head. The crowd went nuts Joyce methodically rocked back and forth, literally chewing the slave's moaning head deeper and deeper into the clench of her musky rump, the thick pads of thigh meat absorbing his skull. There was nothing left to see of his head; her munching butt flesh framed his entire face and those mammoth thighs bubbled up solidly around the back of his neck and head to push the face even further inside the sweat-soaked clamp of ass. Joyce slowly flexed and relaxed her entire squeezing package, the thighs and ass milking him in deeper until he didn't even have enough air left in his lungs to vibrate a moan up the prison of her butt. He twitched several times, his body spasming against the inevitable. In less than a minute inside her thighs and rump, the slave was dead. Joyce arose to the cheers of her friends and strode around the ring, showing off the red imprint of the dead man's face, spreading her hammy asshalves to do it. Jan followed, good- naturedly slapping at the quivering butt as she did. "Good work, girls!" Jan shouted to the others as the male ranch slaves deposited the last of the bodies into a pickup truck bound for the human compost heap down by the woods. "You've done the Scissors Ranch tradition proud!!"