In Hell By The Circle of Eternity The Lady of Hell brings death to all men Update: 30/09/1997 to misc2 WARNING! THIS TRAILER STORY CONTAINS MALT (MORE ACTION LESS TALK), BUT IT'S ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. MALT MEANS ALSO: EXTREME VIOLENCE AND BEYOND. BY READING ON YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THE ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC OF THE POWER OF YOUR MIND. BE AWARE AND ENJOY. LIKE WE DID. IN HELL (C) & (P) MAY 9 1996. A PRODUCT OF THE CIRCLE OF THE ETERNITY. I am in hell. Every second. Hell's all around me. She is all around me. And I am lost. I am not alive. I am not death. I am in hell. My... life is a vicious circle of cruelity, brutality, pain... and death of oh so many men. They come... at any time... men of all kind and size... and they enter her kingdom... oh, yes, they enter... to her call... and they all fall... they all end... at the mercy of her divine power... in front of my... eyes... I don't know of hours, days, weeks or years... I only know the pre- sence of my mistress... the only existing... the only... being of me... Here she comes... a tall, dark silhouette of unbelievable proportions and powers... It's not only her big bosom, these massive globes, proud and fascinating, defying gravitiy, controlling lusts and limbs of the spectator, these rock-hard nipples of torturing... It's not only her long powerful legs, proudly marching their way thru this world, crushing, mashing, even kicking or accelerating things like men, their fantastic stilettos, spikes of so totalized injuries... It's not only her big, brawny arms of perfect muscularity, strong-gripping hands, their razor talons, their sexual veins pumping blood into them as they flex... It's not her wide v-back, packed with layers of layers of muscles, an erotic game of mighty shoulder work... It's not only her superior height of 7 feet 5 inches, that dwarfes all men to childs... It's not only her stern face and black floating hair, her red inviting mouth, elegant and hungry - just like her sex, her sharp white wolfish teeth, her laser-burning eyes to break all will... It's not her oh so chiselized mid-section, trained by unnumerable failed attacks of lost men... It's not only her dark appearance, her catlike deadly motions... It's also her surprising pool of ideas to torture and kill... her in- comparable methods of breaking will at present... her art of destruction and erasement of all things in her presence... She's a deathbringer. And I am lost in her spell... She stops in front of me. "Look at my tits, you cripple", she greets me, bending to present her awesome huge breasts to me, "shame you got no hands to touch them." She laughed deeply and her mighty globes dances up and down. I got angry. I wanted to answer. I wanted to justify myself. I wanted to speak up. I wanted the impossible. Her red eyes fixed me like a mouse. I felt fear. Fear of her incredible abilities... Abilities to seek my minds... "Yessssss", a voice inside my mind hissed, "there's no hide for you." She smiled and bared her fangs. Her black had iris narrowed to a line. Behind it: the absolutely darkness of this witch. This was too much. She had entered my mind as easy as nothing and now searched it without any hesitate. I feared to loose my mind; I'd tried to relax, to abandon all thought, but she don't let me. Like a busty panther she crawled to all edges of my ego and stimulated me. She projected images of her to my mind. Images of lust and pain. Images of darkness and death-joy. Pain rushed my mind, exploded and flooded all... I tried to scream... "Watch", she said, turning to a dark corner of the hall. Ducked in the corner I recognized a bunch of younger men, their well trained bodies shivered while she steps toward them. They were nude and excited about her dream figure. But timid they cover their genitals. All eyes widened at the view of the dark lady. "You will die", she exclaimed sexy to one, and speed down her attractive long spike-heeled leg. Panic moved the men's body and he jumped up to escape her cruel attack. The other ran into several directions. If I only could warn them of her powers, but all I was able to do, was to watch... Her talon-armed finger catched him in the air, dugging deep in his soft white flesh. Blood ran free. He cried out, abruptly stopped. She pulled him to her. He looked fearful in her dark eyes... The other men ducked in the dark. Red beams shot out them and enveloped his body. She held him by her laser-look. She smiled deliberately, as she pulled her talons out of his chest. He was confused and stared at her. What a pair of tits she had! So big, so firm, so strong. He gulped. She turned to me, him prisoned in her laser-view. I don't know how she will kill him, but I know she will. She spoke to all: "Now we will experience pain." Her female laughter filled the room, filled the men's heads. The prisoned man shouted. On her mind-command flames grew up from nowhere. The hall was all fire. The yellow-red tongues raised from the floor, covering us, burning, eating. It devours the air, the substance, the flesh. The man she held screamed in agony, kicked at her, struggled for life as the fire ate his skin, fed on his flesh and organs. All of a sudden the fire vanished. Out of the corners came groaning and panting. Some had died, some had survived, barely, the fire. The man, burned, crippled, paralyzed, was barely alive. His breath was low, his lungs ached, his body slacked. His swollen head, body, prisonned by her laser-view, looked terrible. She looked formidable. Her tanned skin showed no sign of any heat effect, she smiled wildly. "Now we will make love", she announced the nearly dead man. She grabbed his legs and spread them apart, giving him additional pain by digging her sharp talons deep ins his ruined skin. "You are so hot", she taunted, tearing his legs to the separate directions. He drifted to unconsciousness, but her commanding mind woke him to the reality. The brutal lady released his legs and pressed his aching head into her deep cleavage. She concluded her laser-view and walked closer to me. I felt sorrow about the man, but she had no thought about that. She rubbed him painfully over her massive tits and thrust her hard nipple into his tormented cadaver. Her mind hold his awake, as she opened her mouth to kiss him... Fire rushed out of her mouth and cremate him in no. As his cadaver fall, the floor yawned wide open and gulped the remains of the man spooky quiet. If I could only close my eyes to the scenes of her... The survivors of the fire were still alive. But she don't burn them by a kiss. She stood high above in the middle of the hall. One eerie red light from high above fell on her majestic figure. And she called in new fresh men. They appeared shimmering, then solid. Their faces, disorientated and confused were lit points in the great dark area of the hall. Twenty or thirty men, of various ages and various health, stood in front of her. Sexually aroused by the fantastic view of this incredible woman. She cupped her breasts. The men got excited, they didn't recognized the burned ones in the dark, the woman was so buxom, so sexy and powerful - they even forget to fear this strange place. She beckoned them and thrusted out her wonderful breasts. Provocative she placed her hands at her crotch and waited, patently, dangerous. The men followed her call and got closer. All wearing a stiff penis, some even ejaculating. Their eyes were filled with greed and their heart driven by lust. Just like me, they wanted to fuck her. She opened her mouth and licked her lips, signalizing her rutting readiness. She pointed to her cunt to draw the man in... They moved faster to her, unaware of the danger ahead. The first men reached her body and grabbed for her legs, others for her super-formed ass. She let them. All men began to touch, to kiss, to take her. They pushed each other away from her and kicked. She didn't move. The men holler and shouted at each other, some fighting and wrestling for her. One reached up for her mighty orbs... The dark lady moved lightning fast. She raised the attacker to the level of her eyes, squeezing his balls as she looked him deep into the eyes. He cried out in pain and she closed the other hand around his neck. Then she pulled his cock off of his body... the blood spilled out of his veins, he screamed, cried, collapsed and gasped for breath. To his horrors she showed him his bloody penis in the palm of her hand. She grinned and throwed his separated organ away. The men paused, one heartbeat, two heartbeats, three heartbeats. The powerful giantess presented them their castrated fellow sufferer. Shocked and paralyzed the men stared at her. Some spasmed their loads to the unbelievable act, they had witnessed. And then they run. They run from her, run into the dark, stumbled over the survivors of the fire or the corpses, haunted by the big dark-haired lady of the pain. They ran aimless and headless. The hall was huge, but a trap. There were no exits or hide-abouts. (To be continued...)