Denise
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
A guy with a muscle girl fetish gets more than he bargained for


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 little snippet stars Denise.

Warning: All of these stories are extremely violent.

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A brothel, somewhere in an unnamed city...

The woman sitting on the bed stood up slowly. The man's heart rate soared and
his body began trembling. She was huge, with muscles bulging everywhere.
Dressed only in a lacy black thong, knee-high black leather boots with 7-inch
stiletto high heels, and black wrist-length leather gloves, her bodybuilder's
physique was on full display in all its glory. Her massive, bulging thighs
looked like they could crush steel with little effort. Her perfect eight-pack
abs were an ultra-solid wall of armor-plated muscle. Her gigantic arms were
bursting with muscles and criscrossed with prominent veins.

Despite her steroid-pumped build, she still looked incredibly feminine and
sexy. She had a classic hourglass figure, with broad shoulders and massive,
muscular hips, but her waist measurement looked smaller than his. Her face was
like a supermodel's, elegant, high-cheekboned, and radiantly beautiful.

She spun around slowly in a sensual 360 degree turn. She had a perfect, round,
hyper-muscular bubble butt. Her long, tastefully coiffed jet black hair went
down to the middle of her back. As she faced him again, she slowly and
seductively flipped her hair over her shoulder, revealing her enormous, firm,
gravity-defying double-D tits.

"Oh my God..." he finally squeaked out.

She smiled, displaying perfect white teeth that contrasted sharply with her
extremely dark brown tan. She was perfectly and evenly tanned the same very
deep brown all over, including her breasts.

"They said you wanted the house's biggest and most muscular girl. Well, here I
am. Unless I'm too much woman for you?"

"N...No! You're perfect. Absolutely perfect."

"Good. My name is Denise, and I'll be giving you an experience you'll never
forget. Now take off your clothes."

He obeyed, revealing the typical middle-aged male body of someone who spent
too much time on the couch. He had a beer belly, and his arms were flabby. The
average-sized man looked small, weak, and pale next to the hulking and tanned
figure of Denise. The only part of his out-of-shape body that was hard was his
raging erection. She smirked to herself. She was going to enjoy having fun
with this one.

"If I may ask, Mistress Denise. Just how big are you?"

She laughed. "I'm 6'5" in flats, but with my heels I'm 7 feet tall. I weigh
365 pounds, and these babies-" she flexed her enormous biceps "-measure 27
inches."

"Mmmm. My goddess. So huge. So hot." He was drooling.

"I think you'll find that I'm a woman of many talents." As Denise spoke, she
turned away from him. He now had a perfect view of her harder-than-steel ass
and the incredibly defined muscles of her back.

"Like this." She suddenly threw herself into a series of standing back
handsprings directly at him. She elegantly backflipped closer and closer, with
the skill and grace of an Olympic gymnast. She nailed one perfect flick-flack
after another, moving faster than any man could run, as he stood frozen with
awe like a deer in the headlights. Finally, just before she would have
trampled him, she stopped and spun around to face him, looking down at him. He
could smell her musky, feminine perfume.

"Wow. I...I never imagined a woman that huge could do back flips." The man, in
addition to his muscle girl fetish, also had a gymnastics fetish. He had spent
many an hour masturbating to videos of female gymnasts, cheerleaders, and
fitness models doing their tumbling. This woman was getting more and more
perfect...or so he thought. Little did he know what she really had in store
for him.

Denise suddenly grabbed him and threw him onto the bed. He lay there on his
back, his rock hard cock pointing straight up into the air. She then became a
brunette blur as she performed a blindingly fast series of cartwheels and
front handsprings towards him, huge tits bouncing. With her final flip she
cartwheeled onto the bed. She stood over him, one massive leg on each side of
his body.

She slowly and sensually pulled off her tiny, lacy black thong, revealing an
already wet pussy, a swollen, four-inch-long clit, and dark cunt hair neatly
trimmed into a heart shape. She kept her boots and gloves on. Then she lowered
her wet cunt onto his face by doing a perfect 180-degree full straddle split.

He eagerly began pleasuring her with his tongue. She responded by grinding
down hard with her massive body. She felt his cheekbones crack, jaw break, and
teeth come loose from her force and power. Ignoring his cries of pain, she
continued grinding him and hurting him with her 365-pound bulk.

Grabbing his hands, she placed them on her enormous breasts. They were like no
boobs he had felt before. Denise's tits were so firm and solid, it was as if
they were made of muscle instead of fat. Her erect nipples were three inches
long and as sharp as needles. The cruel, vicious nipples ripped open the skin
on his hands, sending blood flowing.

Denise ground down faster and faster, harder and harder. Soon she had three
massive orgasms in a row, squirting sticky girl-cum all over his face, each
load she shot larger and more powerful than the last. She got up and sat next
to him on the bed as he tried to recover.

She yanked him up to a sitting position. "Time for your handjob, baby."

He looked at the female forearm that would be holding his cock. The forearm
was absolutely gigantic, far bigger than any man's arm. It was built with
layer upon layer of ultra-defined, unbelievably heavily developed muscles. And
it was tanned an amazingly deep and beautiful brown, making him look extremely
pale next to it. He looked at her wrist where her black leather glove ended.
Her huge wrist was larger than his ankle.

"Um, Mistress Denise, could you maybe..."

She grabbed his cock and began pumping it, sending waves of pleasure through
his body. Then she began squeezing harder, turning his pleasure into pain.

"Mistress Denise, please...Too hard...too strong...your forearms...too
muscular...your wrists...too big..."

She laughed. "What's the matter, baby? Not man enough to handle a real woman?"
She kept squeezing his cock, harder and harder. The muscles in her
terrifyingly huge forearm rippled and danced.

And then his cock exploded into a mess of blood and ruined flesh. Her wrist
strength had completely crushed and destroyed his once proud manhood. He began
screaming, high-pitched, soulless cries of agony.

Showing no compassion, the busty sadist smirked. "Well, now it's time for the
fuck, but you seem to be missing the necessary tool. No matter, I have a
substitute."

Reaching under the blanket, Denise pulled out a double-sided red and black
dildo. Each side was twelve inches long, and covered with vein-like lines to
resemble those of a real cock.

She held it by the red end. "When it's squeezed - by a hand or by vaginal
muscles - this happens." She gave a quick squeeze with her gloved fist and
razor-sharp steel spikes popped out of the black side. The man began quivering
in horror.

Smiling, Denise held him securely and inserted the red end of the huge dildo
into her dripping wet pussy. Then she rammed the black end into his asshole,
hard, using sheer brute strength to overcome any resistance as she drove all
12 inches into him.

"Aww, is the big lady hurting you?" she cooed mockingly. "Well, if you think
this is bad, you ain't felt nothing yet." With that, the brawny brunette put
her powerful vaginal muscles to work, clamping and squeezing.

As the steel spikes popped out, an unearthly howl came from the helpless male.
The howling grew louder and louder as Denise ass-fucked her victim. The
razor-sharp spikes did devastating internal damage, ripping and shredding his
intestines. She brutally fucked him in a display of absolute female dominance
until she had another massive orgasm.

She yanked the dildo out roughly, letting the still-spiked rod mutilate his
rectum and anus on the way out. She threw the tool, now covered with blood and
shit, onto the floor.

The man was now clearly near death from blood loss and internal injuries, but
Denise wasn't finished with him yet. She began kicking him hard in the stomach
with the lethally sharp high heels of her black leather boots. Each single
kick left a deep and gory wound that eventually would have been fatal all on
its own. She kicked him dozens of times, not stopping until his gut looked
like Swiss cheese.

"Time for the finisher," she smirked. She kicked him in the head. Her soccer
kick was so powerful that she kicked his head clean off. The head flew across
the room and lodged deep in the opposite wall, looking just like a trophy.

Denise stood up and put her underwear back on. Before heading for the door,
she looked at the mutilated corpse and spoke one sentence.

"So, was it good for you too?"

THE END

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