Bethany
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Female bodybuilder/assassin destroys men to get to her target


AUTHOR'S NOTE: The characters of Bethany and Denise are borrowed from author
Hero141. Many thanks to him for giving me the opportunity to use the beautiful
characters he has created.

This is one in a series of short snippets about Bethany and Denise. This story
stars Bethany. Actually, this one isn't so short.

Warning: All of these stories are extremely violent.

* * *

The unmarked white van moved slowly along the deserted street. Long shadows
from the last light of day fell across the pavement. The road was lined with
old warehouses on both sides, most of them abandoned. It was here that
notorious drug lord Rex Morton had his secret hideout. Unfortunately for him,
not secret enough...

"Stop right here, Skip," said the woman in the passenger seat. Her voice was
powerful and commanding, yet at the same time feminine and musical. In the
service of a rival crime organization, she was going to end Rex's existence
once and for all.

"Yes, Mistress Bethany," said the driver, stopping the van by the side of the
road between two warehouses. Working with Bethany was exciting and frightening
at the same time. Exciting because she was an incredibly sexy muscle girl with
a superhumanly powerful body. Frightening because she used that body to
utterly destroy any man who got in her way, whether it was an enemy or a
servant who had failed his duty. Skip had been lucky so far. Actually, it was
more skill than luck. He had survived over two years working for Bethany and
her equally lethal partner-in-crime Denise. Many servants did not last two
weeks. He should know. Many times he had been called away from his other
duties by one of the massive muscle bitches to clean up and dispose of the
corpse of yet another servant who couldn't hack it. The male bodies were
always heavily mutilated and showed signs of the most brutal torture...

Bethany opened her door and climbed out of the van. Skip stole an occasional
glance at the beautiful woman, not wanting to provoke her wrath by staring.

She laughed. "It's okay, honey. You can look. This body was built for staring.
And a few other things."

Skip wasn't going to decline that invitation. Bethany was wearing only an
extremely short, sleeveless black dress, knee-high black leather boots with
razor-sharp stiletto high heels, and elbow-length black leather gloves. Her
massive, skull-crushing thighs were on display beneath her super-short dress,
and the garment's plunging neckline gave a good hint of her gravity-defying
double-D breasts. As she turned, the top of her heavily muscled back and the
lower half of her perfectly round, incredibly well-built ass cheeks became
visible. Her bare upper arms, even unflexed, were huge, with better muscle
definition than any man's. When she raised and bent her arm to reach behind
her, flexing her bicep in the process, it swelled to an impressive and scary
27 inches. Every part of her body, including her enormous breasts, was deeply
and evenly tanned a very dark brown.

"Oh," said Bethany. "Could you zip the back of my dress all the way up?"

"S...Sure, Mistress," answered Skip, his heart pounding. He got out of the van
and walked over to her. At 6'3" and 315 pounds, she already towered over his
5'6", 135-pound frame even when she wore flats, and now her five-inch high
heels boosted her height to 6'8". Despite her size, she was feminine and
curvaceous, with an hourglass figure and a waist measurement that was the same
as his. She wore strong perfume to add to her femininity.

Bethany smiled down at him, a piercing gaze coming from her dark brown eyes.
Her face was elegant and high-cheekboned like a model's. She turned, flipping
aside her long, jet-black, perfectly coiffed hair to clear the space above her
dress. Skip's heart continued to thump as he slowly zipped her up.

"Thank you, sweetie," cooed Bethany. "Now just wait in the van and give me a
signal if anyone else shows up."

"Are you going to take any weapons in with you?" asked Skip. "Our spies
reported that Rex Morton has a lot of henchmen in there with him." In addition
to being a bodybuilder, an expert martial artist, and a champion gymnast,
Bethany was also a world-class markswoman with any weapon from rifle to pistol
to shotgun to crossbow to throwing-knife, though she rarely used weapons and
preferred killing men with only her muscular body.

The busty muscle bitch laughed. "I don't need weapons to defeat a pitiful gang
of inferior males. But if I feel the urge, I'll take them from those little
shits and use their own weapons against them."

Skip nodded. "Yes, Mistress Beth." He climbed back behind the wheel of the van
while Bethany walked swiftly towards one of the warehouses.

* * *

Inside, Rex Morton sat in a chair, fidgeting nervously. Flanking him on either
side were his two personal bodyguards. And assembled in front of him were
fifteen of his various henchmen, virtually all that was left of his once
mighty empire.

Over the past few weeks, Bethany and Denise had been leading a series of
brutally efficient attacks against the Morton crime organization. Members of
the group were systematically hunted down and slaughtered, the lucky ones
being shot or having their necks broken, while less fortunate men were
tortured to death. In addition, local weapons suppliers who had done business
with the Morton syndicate had started turning up dead, their bodies pumped
full of holes from the very machine guns they had been selling. The message
had spread quickly and soon no gun merchant who valued his life would think of
selling even a single bullet to anyone connected to Rex Morton.

The coup de grace had come the previous night, when Bethany and Denise had
launched a two-woman assault on Morton's headquarters itself. Dozens of men
had died, the building had been burned to the ground, and Rex had just barely
escaped with his life with his two bodyguards. A fourth survivor had not been
so lucky. Captured by the vicious muscle girls, he had been tortured until he
revealed the location of the secret hideout, then tortured to death.

Rex stood up. "We are not going to go down like this!" he shrilled. "Now those
two muscle bitches have been ripping through everything in their way, but they
can't be everywhere at once. No one will sell us weapons anymore thanks to
those cunts, but we still have a good stockpile here in the warehouse. We're
going to start hitting people who work for them. We'll hit them where they're
weak and..."

Rex's voice suddenly trailed off and his body began to shake like a leaf.
"B...behind you..." he stammered.

His bodyguards and henchmen whirled around. Bethany was standing there, her
massive arms crossed in front of her. Silent like a cat, she had slipped into
the building and walked right towards the men until she was only a few feet
behind the nearest henchmen.

"What's the matter, Rexy-boy?" she taunted him. "Scared? When you have a whole
platoon here and it's just me? Denise isn't even with me. We figured that
since your organization of pathetic worms is so close to done, I could finish
you remnants off alone while she starts slaughtering the henchmen of our next
rival."

"GET HER!" Rex screamed. The men began drawing their guns. But Bethany was far
too quick for them. She reached out with her gloved hands and, taking
advantage of her huge wrists and superhuman forearm strength, snapped the
necks of the two men nearest her one-handed. Effortlessly lifting a corpse in
each hand, she had them in position as human shields before any of her
opponents could take aim. She raced away as bullets struck the male bodies.
Seeing a platform filled with crates about eight feet above and just behind
her, she suddenly hurled the corpses at the survivors. The men reacted with
panic, some trying to dive out of the way while others fired fruitlessly at
the bodies flying towards them. In the chaos, Bethany executed a powerful
standing split-leg flip, gracefully backflipping onto the platform and landing
perfectly despite her high heels. As she was wearing no panties underneath her
dress, her wet pussy and her pubic hair, trimmed into a heart shape, were
briefly visible as she was upside down. She swiftly ducked behind the cover of
a tall stack of crates.

Meanwhile, the corpses crashed into the group of henchmen, knocking half of
them down. Grunting and cursing, the men recovered slowly, pushing the bodies
off of them. Rex had already retreated like a coward into a corner, shouting
on his cell phone for help. His two bodyguards crouched near him protectively.

The henchmen began shooting at the platform. Bullets struck the crates
repeatedly. Suddenly, two knives came flying at the men. A split second later,
two of them dropped dead, blades buried to the hilt in their hearts.

Up on the platform, Bethany smiled as she looked at the results of her
ultra-strong, perfectly aimed throws. Next to her sat the crate she had ripped
open, filled with combat knives. Smirking, she reached into the open box
again.

Two more knives came flying. Two more men slumped dead to the floor, this time
with blades lodged in their throats. The survivors began running for cover,
furious that one woman armed only with knives was taking out a whole group of
men armed with submachine guns. Bethany roared with laughter as she killed the
two slowest runners with well-aimed knife throws to their backs.

Hidden behind a stack of boxes, one man smashed open a wooden crate with the
butt of his weapon, knowing what was inside. This should take care of that
bitch. He pulled out a rocket-propelled grenade launcher and loaded it.

"Eat this, cunt!" he shouted, standing up and raising his weapon. Seeing what
was coming, Bethany put her lightning-fast speed into action. Quickly
snatching two more knives from the crate and tucking them into her boots, she
backflipped off the platform, executing a double salto in midair. A split
second later, the platform exploded. As she somersaulted, she tossed one of
her knives at the man with the grenade launcher. He was dead before either of
them hit the floor, Bethany neatly on her feet and him in an undignified heap.

Suddenly, she heard the distinct sound of a helicopter. Cowering in his
corner, Rex heard it too and grinned. The help he had called for had arrived.

Through the windows of the warehouse, Beth watched as the chopper aligned
itself towards her, a heavy machine gun barrel protruding from its front. She
calmly drew her remaining knife and hurled it directly at the bird. Her throw
was so strong and accurate that it went right through the warehouse window,
through the helicopter's windshield, through the pilot's skull, and into his
brain. Two seconds later, the aircraft crashed to the ground and exploded with
a spectacular orange fireball. "And that, boys, is how you shoot down a
helicopter with a knife."

"NOOOOOO!" screamed Rex. Cursing, he turned to his bodyguards. "Let's get the
hell out of here." The three of them began slinking towards the back exit.

The six remaining henchmen on the floor thought they finally had it made.
There were six of them, after all, well-armed, against one unarmed woman. They
were wrong.

Like groundhogs popping out from their holes, the men rose from their hiding
places, aiming their submachine guns at Bethany. But of course the busty
brunette was much too quick for them. She threw her huge body into a
blindingly fast tumbling pass towards them, starting with a roundoff and then
going into a series of flick-flacks. She was so fast that all of her
opponents' bullets missed her, some flying between her legs while she was
upside down but none striking her. She flick-flacked closer and closer to
them, with a speed, grace, and elegance that not even an Olympic gold medalist
could match. Executing a double full twisting layout at the end of her
tumbling pass, she crashed right into one man. Grabbing him, she held him in
front of her as a human shield. He let out a horrible scream as bullets from
his own comrades ripped into him.

Five submachine guns clicked empty. The five survivors began trembling in
terror. Some pissed or shat themselves. Bethany smirked, then tossed aside the
ventilated corpse she had been holding. Leaping at the nearest man, she swung
her leather-gloved fist at his skull, the impact pulverizing his head into an
explosion of red and brown goo. Running and catching another man, she grabbed
him and spun him around to face her. Then she performed a cheerleader-style
standing back handspring, decapitating him with the strength of her kick-flip.

Two of the remaining men approached her from behind, thinking they could get
in an attack. She whirled around, her long black hair flying, and smiled
coldly at them. They froze, quivering with fear and begging for mercy. She
showed them none, doing a cartwheel kick on the first man. Her razor-sharp
stiletto heels drove through his skull and pierced his brain with the brutal
impact of her devastating kick. She completed the rotation of her cartwheel
and landed neatly on her booted feet. Turning on the second man, she simply
grabbed him, lifted his body high into the air, and slammed his neck down onto
her waiting, massive, heavily muscled thigh, breaking his neck like a twig.

The last henchman was running away. He was almost at the door now. Bethany
sighed, picked up one of the submachine guns, and swiftly and expertly
reloaded it. With perfect aim, the sexy markswoman pulled the trigger and held
it down until the weapon clicked empty, pumping her helpless victim full of
holes. She tossed the gun aside and sighed again. She preferred killing men
slowly, but she had to catch Rex and his bodyguards.

* * *

Rex Morton and his two bodyguards were running hard. Finally reaching Rex's
black Cadillac Escalade, one guard got behind the wheel while Rex and his
other bodyguard tumbled into the second row of seats.

"What's that smell?" said the driver suddenly.

"It smells like perfume. A familiar perfume. Wasn't that..." began the other
bodyguard.

"Oh, fuck. That means..." Rex's voice trailed off as the full horror of the
situation fell upon all three of them.

Sure enough, Bethany rose up from the last row of seats, laughing. Before any
of the men could move or draw their guns, she had grabbed Rex and the man next
to him and bashed their heads together, knocking them out. Moving with the
swiftness and grace of a tigress, she then leapt over the middle row, grabbed
the driver by the shirt collar, and headbutted him, knocking him unconscious
in turn.

* * *

Rex Morton opened his eyes. He felt like he was moving. He was moving, he
thought, as he looked around and saw that he was inside a windowless van.
Feeling a sharp pain in his ankles, he looked down and saw that his ankles had
each been nailed to the back door of the van. Blood dribbled slowly down to
the floor. Crying out, he tried to reach down, but discovered that his arms
had been raised and his hands were tied above his head and tied to the back
door as well. His bodyguards, both semi-conscious, were restrained in an
identical manner, one attached to each side of the van. Both of them were
completely naked. Looking down again, he realized that he was nude as well.

"Hello, Rex," said a feminine voice. Bethany was sitting in a chair in the
middle of the van, smiling evilly as she looked at him. He shook like a little
girl in pure fear.

Behind the wheel, Skip glanced into the rearview mirror. "Just keep driving,"
Bethany called out. "And take the scenic route. This won't be quick."

"Yes, Mistress," said Skip, feeling mixed emotions. He was certainly relieved
that Bethany was on his side (for now). On the other hand, he had never seen
Bethany or her friend Denise do a torture session this close up and didn't
know what to expect.

"Please," begged Rex to Bethany. "I'll give you everything! You can have it
all. My money, my mansions, my illegitimate businesses. I won't even stick
around, so you won't have to worry about me trying to take it back. I'll go to
South America."

The curvaceous girl snickered. "Now why would I want to take a deal like that?
I already HAVE everything of yours. And by finishing you off, I can make 100%
sure that you never try anything. Plus, I get the gratification of killing."

"Please, Mistress Beth! I'll be your servant! I'll be your slave! I'll be your
sexual slave! Just spare my life, I'm begging you!"

She sneered. "So the big tough drug lord is really a submissive little faggot
bitch deep down inside. You scum are all alike. Look, I already have plenty of
servants. I already have hundreds of men who would die for me with one single
command." (Skip gulped when he heard that). "And the most important quality in
a servant is loyalty. I could never trust a slimy worm like you to be loyal."
She stood up. With lightning speed, her big black boot crashed into his side
as she executed a roundhouse kick, breaking one of his ribs. She performed an
identical sexy kick to his other side, breaking another rib. She then balled
her hands into two gigantic fists. Two swift punches to his kneecaps shattered
and pulverized the bones. Laughing at his screams, she said, "That should keep
you in the pain you deserve while I take care of your bodyguards first."

Bethany looked at the two bodyguards, her long, perfectly coiffed black hair
whipping back and forth as she turned her head to gaze at each man. Both were
big, although of course not nearly as large as Bethany. "You guys have some
size to you. But let's see if you have size where it counts the most."

She stood up and slowly and seductively removed her little black dress,
exposing her huge, round, ultra-firm double-D tits. Her nipples were three
inches long and needle-sharp. She caressed her own breasts lovingly, then
moved her gloved hands downward, drawing the attention to her steel-hard,
armor-plated six-pack abs, then to her black pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a
heart shape, and finally to her wet, pink pussy. Wearing no bra or underwear,
she was now nude except for her knee-high black leather boots and her
elbow-length black leather gloves. "This should get you twerps hard."

Sure enough, both bodyguards felt their cocks rise as blood rushed to them.
They weren't the only ones. Although Rex was in too much pain from his broken
bones to get erect, Skip's brief glances in the rearview mirror at Bethany's
perfect body were enough to give him a raging boner.

Bethany looked from one bodyguard to the other. The guard on the right had a
length of eight inches. She smiled and nodded in approval. Turning to the
guard on the left, she burst out laughing when she saw that despite his size,
his fully-erect length was a mere five inches.

"You pathetic faggot," she sneered at him. "You're hung like a little boy."
She kicked him in the face, ripping open the skin on his cheek with her
razor-sharp high heel, then savagely kneed him in the stomach, rupturing his
internal organs. "I'll finish dealing with you later, mini-sausage. Right now
I have a real man to take care of."

Turning back to the bodyguard on the right, Bethany untied his hands, then
used her brute strength to yank out the nails attaching his ankles to the wall
of the van. Ignoring his cries, she let him flop to the floor on his back, his
large erection pointing straight up into the air. She mounted him, fucking him
dominantly and hard. Her 315-pound weight did considerable damage to him,
cracking his pelvic bones and mashing his organs. Still, her pussy was so
tight and her sex skills so developed that even the pain from his injuries
couldn't drown out the pleasure from the sex. It was not long before Bethany
came hard, moaning loudly. Soon he came as well, shooting a massive load deep
into her, then she had a second orgasm. She smiled down at him as both their
heart rates returned to normal, then looked up at the other men in the van.

"See, that's the reward a large cock and the ability to satisfy a woman get
you." Suddenly, she grabbed her fuck partner by the neck, pulled it close to
her enormous right breast, and swiftly drew her razor-sharp three-inch-long
nipple across his throat, slashing it wide open. A massive amount of blood
bubbled out as she let the body slump back down. "A quick death," she
finished.

"You two, however," she went on, addressing the still-restrained men, "will
not be so lucky." Bethany, still sitting on the floor of the van, slid over to
the other bodyguard. She savored his fear as she looked deep into his
frightened eyes. Then she delivered a vicious uppercut with her gloved left
fist straight into his dangling testicles. The impact was utterly devastating,
instantly annihilating both his balls into paste and bending his cock. A
second uppercut with her right fist broke his cock completely, sending half of
it flying upward to strike the ceiling of the van before falling back to the
floor. Laughing at her victim's howls of pure agony, she looked at the broken
penis half on the floor, then casually kicked it away.

Bethany punched him in the stomach - really in the stomach. Her huge fist
drove deep into his gut. She withdrew it with a squishing sound, revealing an
enormous hole. Reaching into it, she yanked out some of his intestines, which
had already been mutilated by the earlier impact of her knee. Standing up, she
broke his arms one after the other, having so much strength that breaking the
bones seemed effortless. She then simply ripped him free from the wall,
snapping the ropes and jerking out the nails, and threw him down. She stood
over him dominantly.

Then, with the skill of a cheerleader, she performed a perfect standing back
tuck, landing her booted feet right on his head. His skull stood no chance
against 315 pounds of female mass delivered with devastating force and his
head was simply squashed flat like a pancake.

Bethany stepped off the corpse and kicked it away without even giving it a
second glance. She advanced slowly on Rex Morton. Her high heels clicked on
the van floor as she came closer and closer. He quivered. He wanted to beg,
but he was too frightened to even speak.

"So it all comes down to this," she whispered. "Rex Morton, drug kingpin.
Stripped of all his bodyguards, henchmen, and weapons. Not to mention his
clothes. Revealing what he really is. A pathetic little piece of dung.
Worthless like garbage, who will be disposed of like garbage." As she got
right in his face, she pretended to punch him with her right fist, stopping
herself millimeters from his chin and laughing at his fear. Then she punched
him in the jaw for real with her left, breaking it and knocking out half of
his teeth. Stepping back slightly, she kicked him in the face, knocking out
the rest of his teeth.

Bethany gracefully pivoted and stood on her left leg, then fired dozens of
lightning-fast machine gun kicks into her helpless victim's torso with her
right. Her ultra-sharp stiletto heel perforated his body again and again,
sending him through a world of excruciating pain while Bethany made sure not
to strike him in any area that would be immediately fatal. She punched him in
the face several times, using just enough strength to ensure maximum
infliction of pain without killing him. A few seconds later, Rex had two black
eyes, a broken and mashed nose, and two broken cheekbones. She then delivered
a perfectly aimed kick to his eye, completely destroying it with her high
heel. She bounced sexily and athletically in her fighting stance. "How about
the other eye? Nah, I'll leave that one. I want you to be able to see what I'm
going to do to you next."

Bethany casually flexed her huge biceps. "You're a disgusting little
cockroach," she sneered at her victim. "Pale, flabby, and weak. I bet you wish
you had guns half as big as these. I bet you wish you had something remotely
close to my perfect, ultra-dark brown tan." She easily ripped him loose from
his restraints and tossed him onto the van floor. She dropped her elbow down
onto his midsection, brutally rupturing his stomach.

Bethany sat down next to his battered body. She showed off her arms to him,
first her enormous, hyper-developed biceps and triceps, then the lower part of
her arms. Although her forearms were covered by her elbow-length black leather
gloves, he could still see how massive they were. Her wrists were bigger than
his ankles. In addition, the tightness of the gloves displayed the incredible
level of muscular development and differentiation of her forearms. The
outlines of the muscles were visible underneath the black leather, rippling,
dancing, and writhing as if they had a life of their own. She held her arm
next to his, laughing at how much bigger hers was.

Then she grabbed his small hand in her large, leather-covered one, closed her
fist, and squeezed. There was a sickening CRUNCH. Bethany opened her hand,
revealing that Rex's hand had simply been crushed into pulp, the bones now
nothing more than dust. The sheer intensity of the pain almost made him pass
out. She kept him awake with a couple of slaps to his face, then destroyed his
other hand in a similar manner.

"That's not all I can crush," she smirked. Her eyes traveled to his penis and
his one remaining eye widened in terror.

Laughing, Bethany wrapped her leather-gloved right hand around his penis.
Despite his mortal fear, her feminine touch got him erect almost immediately.
She spat with disgust upon seeing that his fully erect length was only four
inches.

"Stupid little bitch! You're even shorter than Little Sausage over there. Your
name will be Micro Sausage. No wonder you became a criminal. With a cock that
short, the only way you could get sex was to rape women. I bet even the most
desperate prostitute wouldn't give a subhuman inferior shit like you a fuck
for a million dollars. I'll enjoy destroying this one." With that, Bethany put
the muscles in her gigantic forearm to work, crushing his cock into paste
easily.

Rex had maybe a minute before he bled to death, but Bethany had worked herself
up too much to let that be the end of it. She began breaking his remaining
ribs one by one with hard punches. When she got to the last two ribs, she
yanked them out with her superhuman strength, then stabbed one into his throat
and the other into his heart. She looked with icy satisfaction at her
handiwork, then reached into her dripping wet pussy and jilled herself off,
coming hard and squirting sticky girl-cum all over the place.

"Pull over," she instructed Skip, after she had finished.

Skip obeyed, frightened. He had been watching what was going on through
occasional glances in the rearview mirror, and at any rate he couldn't have
not heard the horrible screams of Bethany's helpless victims. He wondered what
she was going to do now - was her lust for blood satiated for now, or did she
still want more?

"Get in the back of the van with me," the hot brunette ordered.

Again Skip obeyed, trying not to look at the three blood-covered male corpses
in there with her.

"You've done well," she said. "No freak-outs or erratic driving."

"Thank you, Mistress Bethany."

"Take off your clothes. I think you should be rewarded with a hand job. If you
pass the length test, of course. If not..." Bethany trailed off and simply
nodded at Rex's corpse and the crushed remnants of his dick.

Skip gulped. "Yes, Mistress Bethany." He took off his clothes, his body
looking very small next to the massive, curvaceous female bodybuilder.
Although he wasn't nearly as pale as Rex, Bethany's brown tan was so deep and
dark that he looked very pale next to her. The sight of her nude (except for
her boots and gloves) body was enough to get him erect almost immediately. His
seven-inch cock was large for a man of his small stature. He looked at
Bethany, trying to guess whether or not it was good enough for her, but the
expression on her beautiful, supermodel-like face was unreadable.

The hot muscle bitch finally smiled, but Skip's fear did not recede. He knew
that she smiled both when giving men rewards and when killing them. "Would you
like it with my gloves on or off?" she asked. "Your choice."

"Well, I'd love the feel of a leather glove, but I'd like to see your huge,
sexy forearms. How about glove on with the arm you'll be doing it with and
glove off on the other?"

"You got it," said Bethany. She removed the leather glove from her left arm,
revealing her massive, ultra-developed forearm. The incredibly well-defined
muscles rippled almost continuously. Her forearm was bigger even than he'd
imagined, bigger than any man's. Their color was beautiful, a perfect, very
dark and deep brown tan.

She wrapped her gloved hand around Skip's cock and went to work. He moaned in
pleasure at the power of her grip, her skilled touch, and the feel of the
leather against the skin of his rock-hard cock. At the same time, he stared at
her other arm, the uncovered one, and let its beauty and size inspire his
penis.

"You're such a beautiful woman, Mistress Bethany," he began. Normally too shy
to say such things to her, he felt emboldened by her hand around his stiff
rod. "Every part of you is perfect, but I think my favorite part of you is
your superhumanly big forearms. I wish I could develop something even remotely
close to that. I hate having arms like a girl."

Bethany looked at Skip's thin wrists and forearms and laughed. "Yes, you do
have arms like a girl."

"And I wish I was as darkly tanned as you. I hate getting sunburned. You never
get sunburned, do you, Mistress?"

"Nope, never," she confirmed. She gave him a dazzling smile as she continued
pumping his boner. "Do you know why I let you choose whether you wanted gloves
on or off?"

"No, why, Mistress Beth?" asked Skip.

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"Because even though I'm a sadistic bitch, sometimes I like to grant a
condemned man a final request," smirked Bethany. All the warmth had suddenly
disappeared from her face. Skip felt fear. Pure fear. He knew he was doomed.

"Your dick is only seven inches long. And I require a minimum length of eight
inches for a male to be considered a real man worthy of life, instead of an
Untermensch unworthy of life." The grip on his cock was stronger now.
Incredibly strong.

"And another thing. Who the fuck do you think you are, a skinny, weak, pale
twerp like you with arms like a girl and an inadequate cock, hitting on me
like that? I'm so far above you I'm a goddess. My facial beauty, my feminine
hourglass figure, my masculine arms, and my dark tan are symbols of my
complete superiority. The very idea that a chickenshit excuse for a man like
you could hit on me and not suffer the consequences for it turns my stomach."
Bethany's hold on Skip's cock was so powerful now that it brought tears to his
eyes. Yet he knew that she was only using a small fraction of the unbelievable
strength of her gigantic forearm.

"Mistress Bethany, please, I thought..." Skip choked out.

"Thought what, cocksucker? That I liked you? That I LOVED you? Didn't you
learn anything from all the time you've been working for me? I'm a mean muscle
bitch! I don't love! I can't love! You know what? Enough chitchat. Time to
finish this. I think I'll just let you bleed to death after I crush your cock
into paste. The servants will have four corpses to chuck into the Pit instead
of three. They could use the extra workout."

The nearest person to the van at the moment, a young woman walking home from
school, was able to hear Skip's screams, though she was several hundred yards
away. At that distance, they were faint and not quite recognizable. Thinking
it was an animal, she shrugged and continued on her way.

THE END

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"Because even though I'm a sadistic bitch, I'm a smart businesswoman as well.
I can recognize loyal service when I see it and I know that helps us make more
profits," said Bethany. "Plus your cock passes the length test! Seven inches
is good enough for me. Especially on a small guy like you."

"Thank you, Mistress Beth," said Skip.

"You're a smart guy. You're smart enough to know that I don't love. Anyone.
But I can have a certain playful affection for people. Especially smart,
loyal, cute guys who are obedient and submissive. And I also enjoy comparing
the size of my wrists and the darkness of my tan to guys. Helps get me off
when I see how much bigger and darker mine are."

"Oh, and by the way, that took balls hitting on me like that. Most guys who do
that don't live to see the next sunrise, and the ones that do wish they
hadn't. But you did it at just the right time and with just the right
attitude."

"Thank you, Mistress Beth," said Skip again.

Bethany laughed, then gradually increased the strength of her grip on Skip's
steel-hard cock. "Tell me when it gets too strong."

"Ohhh. Yessss," Skip moaned. Bethany's strength was giving him pleasure that
neither his masturbation nor any other girl's hand job (except Denise, of
course) could give. He felt the power of her grip increase again. "Oh my God,
that's amazing. You truly are a goddess. Such thick wrists, such huge
forearms, so much power...ohhhhhhhhhh."

Again the vice-like grip on his raging erection increased. "Aaahhh! Too
strong, Mistress!"

He felt the hold relax slightly. "How's that?"

"Perfect, Mistress."

Bethany laughed again. "Man, I was only using a tiny fraction of my strength
when you screamed. Damn, I'm hot."

She continued pumping him, expertly keeping him on the verge of orgasm for
several minutes, keeping the strength of the grip of her leather-gloved hand
at the perfect level - far stronger than what any normal human bodybuilder
could do, yet just gentle enough to avoid permanently damaging his cock.
Finally she led him to an incredible climax. Skip came like a garden hose,
shooting massive load after massive load of semen in powerful arcs that sailed
all the way across the van, striking the rear doors.

"That was amazing, Mistress Bethany," said Skip. "You're the most perfect
woman imaginable."

"That's right," said Bethany cockily. "Except I'm not imaginable, I'm real.
Now let's get to the Pit and dump the corpses of these inferior twerps."

"Yes, Mistress Bethany," said Skip.

THE END

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