Bethany and Denise Practice Gymnastics
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
These huge female bodybuilders are still elegant and graceful


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. Here they
show off their gymnastics skills.

Warning: All of these stories are extremely violent.

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Bethany and Denise were in their private gymnasium. Both huge female
bodybuilders were dressed only in skintight black workout shorts that
highlighted every curve of their round, ultra-muscled asses, and black leather
gloves. Their massive thighs and calves, steel-hard armor-plated abs, veiny
bulging arms (each girl had 27 inch biceps), and enormous double-D,
gravity-defying breasts were on full display. Every part of their bodies,
including their perfectly round and symmetrical breasts, was deeply tanned a
beautiful, very dark brown.

Bethany, on the balance beam, did an aerial cartwheel, then dropped down onto
the beam to land in a perfect 180 degree full split. Despite being 6'3" and
weighing 315 pounds, she looked as elegant and feminine as a petite female
gold-medal gymnast. Standing back up on the beam, she executed a perfect
standing full twist, then dismounted with two standing back handsprings
followed by a double salto, landing perfectly on her feet.

Denise was practicing an uneven bars routine. At 6'5" and 365 pounds, her bulk
was even more massive than Bethany's. Still, she looked stunningly elegant,
her huge but graceful body swinging around faster than the eye could follow.
Releasing herself with a clean double twisting flip, she landed neatly and
immediately went into a series of standing back handsprings over to a large
punching bag. She began working the bag, smashing fists, feet, knees, and
elbows into it with brutal force and blinding speed.

Denise landed a final blow to the bag with her gigantic, leather-gloved fist,
then opened the bag's zipper. A male corpse, horribly mutilated, fell out,
utterly pulverized with broken bones, ruptured internal organs, and a
completely annihilated skull. The remnants of his brains flowed everywhere,
along with the blood.

"Damn, Denise, that whole 'body in the bag' routine never gets old with you,
does it?" Bethany laughed.

"Nope, it doesn't," Denise agreed, flexing her big, dark brown biceps as she
looked at her handiwork. "So much more fun than bags that don't scream." She
snapped her fingers and immediately three male servants hurried over to clean
up the mess. The thin young men looked scrawny, weak, and pale next to the
large, dominant, darkly tanned women.

After the blood and gore had been cleaned up, the servants turned to leave,
but Bethany raised her gloved hand. "Did we say you could go?"

"No, Mistress Beth. Sorry, Mistress," stammered all three men.

Bethany smiled. "Each of you pick a number between 1 and 50," she ordered.

"Uh...17," said the first man, not knowing what was going on but trembling
with fear. Bethany and Denise killed on a whim very frequently.

"26," said the second servant.

"38," stammered the final man.

Bethany turned her smile on him. "The number was 35. Looks like you win,
baby."

"So what does he win, Beth?" asked Denise curiously.

Bethany laughed. "He gets to go in the bag for my workout!" At that, the man
panicked and began to run. The muscular brunette smirked, then elegantly
backflipped with the skill and grace of an Olympic gymnast after him, starting
with a roundoff and then going into a series of back handsprings. Bethany
could flick-flack faster than any man could run, and she caught up to him
easily. Grabbing him, she showed off her huge wrists to him and used her
superhuman wrist strength to snap both of his ankle bones like a dry twig,
one-handed. Ignoring his howls of pain, she picked him up easily, threw him
into the bag, and closed the zipper.

Denise looked at the other two servants. "I need help with something. Who
wants to volunteer?"

The two men looked at each other, then back at Denise. She scowled and crossed
her bulging, thick, veiny arms in front of her. One man raised his hand.

Denise roared with laughter. "You idiot! Don't you know that you never
volunteer for anything around here? Kind of like boot camp, except there the
worst that happens is you end up cleaning the latrine. But here, it's far
worse than that. You deserve to die for your stupidity alone."

He tried to run, but the huge woman was blindingly fast. Denise did a tumbling
pass of a front tuck, aerial roundoff, two whip backs, and a double full twist
towards his fleeing form. Far quicker than the helpless scrawny male, even
though he was running and she was backflipping, she crashed into him as she
rotated through her double full and knocked him to the floor. She grabbed him
and carried him over to the vault. Taunting him, she smirked, "Our gymnastics
skills have practical uses too, like catching runaways."

Two quick blows from Denise's leather-gloved fists shattered his kneecaps and
immobilized him. She then went over and got a hammer and several large nails.
She nailed him to the vault, starting with his ankles, laughing sadistically
at his tortured cries. Moving up, she nailed his thighs, torso, arms, and face
to the vault as well, taking care not to make any immediately fatal wounds.

"I'm going to be practicing my vaults on you," said Denise. "Each time, my 365
pounds of female muscle will be squashing and rupturing your internal organs.
It's going to be very painful. But don't worry, you'll die...eventually." She
turned to the final servant. "Get out of here."

He bowed submissively, thankful to remain alive for one more day. "Yes,
Mistress Denise." Then he turned and walked out of the gym rapidly, trying not
to listen to the howls of agony of the man being mutilated by Denise's weight
or those of the man being beaten, kicked, and kneed to death in the bag by
Bethany.

THE END

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