The agony of their feet
By Kandor
They love to hurt men with their feet

	The yacht sailed under a bright sun and crystal-blue skies. The 
three women, a trio of the world's most beautiful supermodels, lounged 
in thong bikinis on the deck, as the planet's richest people strolled 
about, eager deckhands waiting on them hand and foot.  The women were 
used to this treatment, of course, but never tired of it. They stretched 
their long, silky legs and crossed their sexy feet. Vanessa looked down 
at hers.
	"I think I need them done," she said casually, sighing as she did. 
"What do you think, Steph? Blue? Red?"
	Stephanie laughed, and kicked at her friend's foot with her own.
	"Honey, does it matter?" she teased. "All you want is to get some 
poor guy down here, sitting in the hot sun at your pretty little feet, 
getting him all hot and sweaty and ... hard ... as he paints those sexy 
toes of yours!"
	"Little? Little?" Elly chimed in, pulling her brown hair away from 
her pretty face to let the sun strike it. "Steph, those feet are 
anything but little! What are you, honey, a 9? 10?"
	Vanessa struck a mock pout. She looked down, stretched her long 
legs, pointed her toes. The digits were long and sexily straight, 
perfectly formed and with perfect nails on each one. All the girls were 
tall -man balls up to your throat!!"
	He obeyed, hurridly mopping up the slight mess he made until no 
trace of polish remained. But still, Vanessa pressed down on his nuts, 
around his stiffening cock, through his pants. Gunther's face was shock 
white in pain now, sweat pouring down into his eyes. He looked at 
Vanessa, a begging look on his face.
	"Now, my toes, if you can manage to keep the polish just on them, 
you idiot," she snapped, letting up the downward pressure on his nuts 
but then jamming them hard on them one last time.
	Gunther's belly was burning in agony as the searing pain from the 
last kick to the nuts tore up from his crotch. But he did his job, 
slowly and efficiently, placing the felt toe spreader between the sexy 
blonde's toes and delicately painting each one a golden shade to match 
her hair. Vanessa never eased the tease; as he painted, she continued a 
slight pressure on his crotch, rubbing his stiff cock, pressing his nuts 
hard and steady. He finished and she lifted her feet from his stiff 
crotch. He tried to stand, but the massive pole in his pants prevented 
him from doing so. The girls laughed.
	"I want dark brown," Elly said to Gunther, motioning for him to 
slide his stool to her feet.
	Gunther gulped hard - and obeyed. The six-foot brunette beauty 
rudely plopped both feet in his lap and ground the heels into his cock 
and balls. Gunther moaned loudly and began his work, polishing, 
painting, caressing the feet on his privates. He whisked through that 
job and tried to walk away, hunched over, but then Stephanie stopped 
him.
	"Red," she said calmly. "Do me red."
	And Gunther slunk back, sat down and did his job, but by the time 
he was through, he was a wreck, eyes teary, sweat streaking his face, 
and his crotch a mass of agony and ecstasy as Stephanie really put the 
feet to him, grinding her heels into his nuts in a continuing ball 
torture scene implemented by three of the world's top supermodels that 
no one else on the ship knew was going on.
	"Let's finish him together," Elly hissed to the others.
	They pointed their lounge chairs so that all six feet were planted 
firmly in the moaning Gunther's lap, heels digging painfully downward, 
rubbing his stiff cock through his pants on their way to crushing his 
swollen balls. He put his hands on their feet, trying to look like he 
was working, still polishing their toes, but the look on his face, 
visible only to the three women he was facing and who were torturing 
him, showed something else again. Gunther's eyes began to roll back into 
his head; the pain/pleasure line was spreading and feelings unlike any 
he'd ever experienced were washing over him.
	"He's there, girls," Stephanie growled. "NOW!!"
	With that, the three girls punched their feet down hard into 
Gunther's crotch, looking around to make sure no one was walking by and 
that no one noticed. No one did, and Gunther let out a pitiful wail, a 
cry of agony and delight as he came in his pants from the brutal kick of 
the beautiful women's feet to his balls. His hard cock exploded, washing 
the inside of his underwear and soaking through his white trousers, a 
huge, dark smear of spunk spreading wide inside. When he finished 
coming, his eyes shot wide open as he stared at the women in disbelief - 
and gratitude.
	"Thank you, Gunther," Elly said, slipping a large bill into his 
hand, the other two women following suit.
	"No, danka, danka," Gunther grumbled, a sad smile on his face as 
he stood - a huge wet spot on his uniform pants - and walked away on 
unsteady feet, holding the tray before him to hide the results of the 
toe job he'd given the women.
	The next day, the sun shone brighter and hotter still and the 
three women took their place on the deck. They didn't know the ship was 
sailing into known hostile waters; the captain had heard about modern-
day pirates in the area, but discounted it as rumor and legend. He had 
figured there might have been some truth to is, perhaps young sailors on 
a binge trying to shake down passengers on small boats for their money 
or jewelry, but this was a luxury yacht, one of the world's finest, 
nothing like that could happen here. His guard was down and he never saw 
the speedboats approaching from the ship's stern, pulling up alongside 
and throwing ropes up to her railings.
	Ken pulled himself up to the deck, followed by 12 of the meanest, 
biggest and most fiercesome bodyguards ever to sail the seven seas. They 
carried long swords in leather scabbards strapped to their waists as 
they strode toward the bridge, pushing aside frightened passengers and 
crewmen. One deckhand tried to stop them; Ken signalled to his men and 
the would-be hero's throat was sliced so deep, his head nearly rolled 
off his shoulders before he hit the deck, dead.
	Kicking in the door to the bridge, the bodyguard formed a ring 
around the captain and his men, as Ken walked in and sat in the 
captain's chair.
	"Name?" he barked to the officer.
	"Uh, Harkins ..." he replied. "And just who the hell are you 
clowns?"
	The bodyguards stiffened and Ken laughed.
	"Clowns, are we?" he said, looking around casually, and then 
nodding toward a young officer. "How funny is this, then?"
	One of his thugs swung a huge sword through a young officer's, 
blood splattering the captain's starched whites, the sword slicing him 
open and continuing on to tear into the man next to him. Both fell dead. 
The captain's face froze in fear.
	"Clowns, huh? Would you prefer us to wear big floppy shoes, 
perhaps, maybe some big red noses?" Ken said, laughing loudly now. "No, 
captain, we are not the clowns, you, in your uniforms and manners, you 
are the clowns. We are here to take over your ship, rob your passengers, 
fuck your women, and then leave. We are not clowns, you asshole in 
white, we are, well... pirates."
	Ken smiled. His charm was disarming and if there weren't already 
three people brutally slain on his ship, the captain would have thought 
this man a business leader, a politician, a world leader - not head thug 
in a band of murderers.
	"What...what do you want?" Harkins asked.
	"Nothing," Ken shrugged. "We'll just go about our business, with 
no help or hinderance from you. Oh, there's this."
	Ken pointed to the ship's multi-million computerized radio system 
- and it was promptly smashed into bits by the pirates yielding heavy 
fire extinguishers.
	"Now, you're all ours, no hope for emergency radio transmission, 
and if you try anything, you will be killed, captain, quickly, cleanly 
and that easily, make no mistake about it," Ken said, standing now and 
motioning for a trio of his henchmen to stand guard on the bridge, 
watching the captain and his men. "We'll be plundering your ship now, 
isn't that what pirates do, plunder? Talk to you later."
	Ken and his remaining nine thugs strolled down the decks, kicking 
in doors, taking money, jewelry, watches, from stunned passengers. It 
was a very big ship, and with about 100 on board, the robbery would take 
time, but they had time. No radio, a few dead crewmen scattered about as 
warning, Ken and his gang had time and fear on their side, and they 
moved easily from cabin to cabin, room to room, to the gym, the bar, 
wherever they felt like going, taking what they wanted. Ken laughed as 
he came around the corner of the hot tub room and saw three of his men 
inside - holding down the heads of a couple of female passengers, 
forcing them to oralize them under water. The women's heads would appear 
occasionally, frightened and sputtering hot water, and the men would 
laugh and jam their faces back down onto their stiff cocks. As each man 
came in a woman's mouth, he'd hold her head under until she drowned in 
come and bubbling hot-tub water.
	"All right, party's over, back to work, you assholes," Ken 
laughed, thumbing the men out of the tub, watching the dead women bob on 
the surface, face up, streams of spunk running from their open mouths.
	As soon as they heard the commotion on deck upon the arrival of 
the pirates, the trio of supermodels hauled it to an interior room and 
hid in a closet, watching through a crack in the door as pockets of 
thugs walked by on their looting mission. The bridge was right next to 
them and they heard it all. Far from being frightened, however, the 
women were angry, angry at the death the men caused, angry at the 
violation of human rights they were exacting on everyone - and angry at 
the interruption of their vacations.
	"The fuckers," Stephanie growled. "I was just getting rid of my 
tan lines."
	"You're so shallow," Vanessa hissed into the supermodel's ear. 
"Tan lines ... jeez, I wanted another toe job from Gunther this 
afternoon. I wanted to see how many uniform pants we could ruin for 
him!"
	"Listen to you two," Elly growled quietly. "People are dying out 
there, people are being robbed, and all you two care about is your tan 
line and painted toenails?"
	Vanessa and Stephanie looked at each other and nodded.
	"You're right, Elly, as usual," Vanessa said in her sweet voice. 
"Let's get these bastards ... and then get back to vacation."
	"And Gunther's pants," Steph giggled.
	Elly rolled her eyes. The girls checked the corridor and headed 
out on their mission. Rounding a corner, they heard two of the men 
coming the other way, so they ducked under a stairwell.
	"Fucking ship is huge," one grumbled to the other. "Only 12 of us 
doin' all the fuckin' work."
	"Goddam Ken, if he'd get his ass in gear and help out, we'd be on 
and off in an hour," the other one said, as they two shambled up the 
hallway, kicking in a door and bursting in on a couple in bed, killing 
them quickly with their swords and rifling their room for jewelry and 
cash.
	"OK, there's 12, 13 altogether, with the leader guy, Ken," Vanessa 
whispered to the others. "Divide and conquer ladies?"
	The other two nodded. They walked toward the stateroom where the 
two goons were looting, and Elly stood guard outside while Vanessa and 
Stephanie strode in, tall, strong and nearly nude in their thong 
bottoms, their hard, pointed tits aiming toward the guys. The men stood 
up and faced them, stunned and smiling.
	"You guys, uh, need a hand?" Vanessa said with a grin, making 
handjob motions, much to the men's delight.
	"Yeah, being a pirate sure is hard work," Stephanie hissed, 
walking behind one of them and rubbing his sweaty shoulders. "You need 
to relax."
	The men looked nervously at each other, but then realized that 
with the women wearing just about nothing, they weren't carrying 
concealed weapons. They put their swords down, and booted them to the 
corner, just in case, as Vanessa and Stephanie sat on the bed, casually 
pushing aside the two bloody bodies there.
	"My, my, you guys are soooo tense," Vanessa cooed, rubbing her 
man's shoulders hard and deep, Stephanie doing the same, until both were 
relaxed under their grip. "You need some special neck rub to help you 
unwind."
	"Yeah, give it to us, baby," the big goon leered, leaning his head 
forward.
	The two supermodels winked at each other and like lightening, 
their legs flew up and around the men's heads, their calves locking 
brutally tight around their necks, the slender but powerful muscles 
knifing into the arteries in each and slowing the flow of blood to their 
brains. The men moaned in agony, their eyes shut against the pain, their 
big hands grabbing the slim legs of their tormentors and trying to pull 
them apart. The women laughed - and squeezed harder.
	"Uh-uh, you're ours, now, assholes," Vanessa growled, relocking 
her pretty feet before her man's eyes. "And you're not going anywhere!!"
	Elly strolled in, 6-feet of sexy supermodel in a tiny white thong 
bottom, her hands on slim hips as she walked in, closing the door slowly 
behind her. She smiled as the scissors of Vanessa and Stephanie held 
their victims still.
	"Perfect position, ladies," Elly hissed. "Now aim those faces up 
just a bit."
	The girls did, each grabbing the hair on the heads scissored in 
their slender, powerful legs, pulling back until the faces were pointed 
slightly up. The men's eyes opened, watery with pain, and stared at the 
amazon model before them.
	"Ready, aim ..." Elly said methodically, crouching a bit before 
taking off across the room on a short hop. "FIRE!!!"
	With that, she leaped in the air and came down, feet first, 
squarely on the faces of the men scissored in her friends' legs. The 
soles of Elly's smooth, sexy feet blasted into the noses and mouth of 
the thugs and they grunted in pain, as they felt their noses snap and 
teeth loosen up from the onslaught of feet on their faces. Elly sprang 
back off the impact and landed on her feet, smiling at the blood running 
down the faces of her victims. They struggled to get free.
	"Harder, ladies, scissor them harder," Elly ordered her friends. 
They did, and the lessened flow of blood to the brain slowed down their 
efforts until their hands hung at their sides, their heads lolling 
around in the crush of calves.
	Elly positioned herself again and again, leaping and landing 
soles-first on the ruined faces of the scissored men. Vanessa and Steph 
high-fived each other on each impact until the men where nearly out. 
They let go their leggy traps and stood up, grabbing some towels and 
wiping the men's blood off their shins and pretty, painted toes. The men 
rolled to the floor, nearly unconscious.
	"Finish them, girls," Elly said calmly. "I'm off to look for 
more."
	"Careful, honey," Vanessa said as Elly looked out into the hallway 
then disappeared.
	The women turned back to the men, their faces an unrecognizeable 
mass of blood and pulped flesh, destroyed courtesy of Elly's feet. The 
girls laid the thugs down, on their sides, and then each stood with both 
feet on the sides of their faces, grinding down hard, holding each other 
in place by the arms, laughing as they did.
	"Mmmm, I can feel it, there it is .... YEAH!!" Vanessa barked. 
"His jaw popped right out of the socket! Damn, I love that!"
	The man with the busted face couldn't even scream; his jaw 
splintered and Vanessa's full weight settled down on it, mashing his 
teeth and facial bones together, rendering him unable to make a sound. 
He started gagging on his own bone paste and blood as Vanessa twisted 
from side to side, her feet mashing him slowly to a very painful death.
	"My turn," Steph said, jumping off her guy and walking across the 
room, leaving him face up and gurgling on the floor. "We will kick 
off!!!"
	With that, she bolted across the room and delivered a walloping 
football kick to the side of the man's head, snapping it to the side, a 
couple of bloody teeth flying free of his mouth and landing with a click 
against the far wall of the cabin. Stephanie laughed, positioned his 
head up again, and did the same thing from the other side, her pretty 
right foot blasting off the dying man's shattered jawbones.
	"Hey, let's finish up, we got more work to do," Vanessa said, 
rolling her man over to his belly and putting one foot under his 
forehead, the other flat across the back of his neck, the slender sole 
pressing brutally hard into his spine. Quickly, she brought all her 
weight down on that foot while pulling up with the other. The man 
gurgled loudly as his neck snapped, and he died under the supermodels 
deadly feet.
	"Nice work, girl," Steph said. "Sit this sucker up for me."
	Steph sat on the bed and held her legs up in the air. Vanessa 
moved the guy to a sitting position before her and Steph crossed her 
legs behind him spreading her ankles slightly and fitting her feet 
around his neck, in a modified scissor hold. As he was facing away from 
her, her right foot was on the left side of his neck, her left foot on 
the right side, the ankles crossed behind his head and her silky insteps 
laced around him, cutting off the blood and putting pressure on his 
spine.
	"Do the twist, girl!" Vanessa hissed.
	Steph did, snapping her thin hips to one side, then the other, 
back and forth for a full minute, the big lug's moaning body shaking and 
jerking from side to side with her, until the crossed feet around his 
neck finally snapped his spine, killing him instantly. Stephanie 
uncrossed her long, sexy feet and he fell out. The two girls hugged and 
cleaned the blood and sweat from their lower limbs.
	"Two down, 11 to go," Vanessa growled low and mean as they headed 
out to the hallway.
	Across the ship, Elly was making her way up behind one man who had 
just cleaned out the ship's safe. Carrying a bag bulging with booty, he 
had his sword loosely clutched in one hand at this side. Elly waited for 
him to round a corner, near the ship's kitchen. Opening the door 
quickly, Elly hipchecked him inside. He rolled to his back, the bag 
going one way, the gun the other. A couple of crewmembers were there and 
one quickly grabbed the sabre and held it on him as he stood up, angry.
	"No weapons," Elly said to him, yanking it from his hand and 
walking to the railing outside the door to heave it overboard. "We do 
this my way."
	"Are you nuts?" the crewman said. "The fucking guy is huge!"
	Elly smiled and squared off against the thug, who was laughing now 
at this slender, albeit tall woman in a thong before him. He licked his 
lips looking her delicious body up and down.
	"First, I beat you up," he growled. "Then I'm gonna fuck you in 
the ass until you're dead."
	"Come and get it, fat boy," Elly growled back.
	The huge, hulking man bolted forward, and Elly did a nifty side 
roll to escape his lunge, sweeping back with her feet to kick his legs 
out from under him. He crashed to the hard floor on his back, his breath 
leaving him in a painful rush. Elly wasted no time on this guy; as he 
stood up groggy, she ran and leaped, grabbing the overhead pan rack and 
swinging her legs full force at him, blasting the bottoms of her lethal 
feet off his stunned face, bloodying it before he even hit the floor. 
She dropped down on those feet and walked up to where he lay moaning - 
and spitting out teeth.
	"You fuggin' cun'!" he roared through the bloody foam coating his 
lips. "I'll fuggin' kil you..."
	She laughed as he sat up. Doing a spin on one foot, she lashed out 
with the other to deliver a nasty sidekick to his head, knocking him 
back, slamming his skull off the stainless steel stove behind him. He 
came up to a sitting position, stunned and unable to move. Elly smiled 
and got down on all fours before him. Lifting one foot, she drew her 
knee to her chest and rifled that leg backwards, the bottom of her foot 
creaming the bloody face and sending his head crashing back into the 
stove again. And again, the big goon bounced off and came to a sitting 
position before her, so Elly used her other leg know, drawing up her 
knee and flashing back, slapping the face with the bottom of her foot 
again. Then leaning on both hands, she pistoned both pretty, long legs 
back, the soles of both feet exploding in a spray of blood and teeth 
against the thug's face. His head crashed back again, opening up a river 
of blood as it creased the stove one more time. Finally, he fell to the 
side, but he was still awake, moaning, choking slowly on his own blood 
and teeth.
	Elly walked up to him, her feet leaving bloody footprints on the 
otherwise clean kitchen floor. The kitchen helpers looked on in total 
amazement and then ran from the room, unsure of what she'd do next. 
Eyeing a rack of big, sharp knives, Elly knew what was next.
	"Can you hear me, asshole?" she growled down at the man lying at 
her pretty feet. "Can you?"
	He nodded slowly, his eyes black and blue from the foot pounding, 
his mouth and jaws shattered from the repeated kicks.
	"Good, then you probably will feel this!!"
	With that, Elly plunged a strong hand into his crotch and latched 
onto his nuts, squeezing with all her might through the man's pants. His 
bloodied eyes shot open in terror, and the sight made Elly smile; a mask 
of pure red with two dots of white peering out at her for mercy. She 
showed none, instead gripping harder and pulling up, yanking the man's 
balls away from his body. He screamed through a gullet full of red, 
spraying blood up as he did.
	Elly broke the hold for a second, only to pull his pants down to 
his shaking knees. His limp cock hung over his nuts; she slapped it away 
and laced her strong fingers back down around his thick balls, squeezing 
so hard the nutmeat oozed between her fingers.
	"I'll make this quick - and painful," Elly spit down at him, 
reaching up to the counter with her free hand and grabbing a large 
carving knife.
	"Nooooooo....!" the man gurgled through bone, blood and teeth as 
Elly pulled his genital package away from his body and with one clean 
stroke of the knife, separated his cock and balls from the rest of him, 
holding it up as his hands shot to his crotch, his mouth frozen open in 
a silent scream, torrents of blood gushing between his trembling 
fingers.
	Elly laughed. She stood up, looked around, and threw the dying 
man's nuts and cock into a bubbling pot of stew on the stove. She hosed 
herself down with the sink sprayer and before she left the kitchen, the 
knife slipped into the back of her thong, the man bled to death a few 
feet away.
	Walking carefully and quietly down the hallway toward the ship's 
gym, Elly heard weights clanking - and a man groaning in horrible pain. 
She smiled, and knew Vanessa and Stephanie were at work. She came around 
the corner and was treated to the sight of the man, tied and nude on the 
floor, one foot tied to one weight bench, the other to another a few 
feet away, legs spread wide.
	"God, no,please, no, no, no....." he cried pitifully, his voice 
high and squeaky in a hoarse whisper.
	"C'mon, no pain, no gain!" Vanessa laughed, picking up a 25-pound 
plate and holding it above his crotch. "Better living through weight 
training!!"
	When she dropped it, and the curve of the thick metal slammed into 
his nuts, even Elly winced in sympathy pain. It hit with a smack and 
clanged off the several other weights nearby that had already slammed 
into his busted balls, and rolled away. Stephanie laughed, sitting at 
the man's head, her pretty feet on his shoulders, ankles alongside his 
head, his arms pulled straight back and held tight by her strong hands, 
leaving him wide open for continued ball torture.
	"Nice touch, ladies, very nice," Elly said, strolling up to the 
scene and picking up an empty weight bar, and licking the end, wetting 
it like a cock, and kneeling down between the man's spread legs. "Now, 
my turn."
	With no warning, Elly jammed the end of the fat, cold metal bar as 
far up the man's asshole as she could, twisting brutally and snaking it 
in deeper and deeper. He tried to howl in pain, but his voice was lost 
to Stephanie's feet; she held his arms tight and now crossed her pretty 
feet over his mouth, the red-painted toenails rubbing his lips raw and 
preventing him from screaming at the anal assault. Elly's forearm sinews 
danced sexily under her tight, tan skin as she fucked his ass harder 
with the weight bar.
	"Oh, yeah, all the way in, girl, fuck his ass all the way..." 
hissed Vanessa, reaching down to pull at the man's tortured balls, which 
were bruised, swollen and raw from the beating she'd put on them.
	"Hmmm, he's got about six inches in his ass now, whaddya think, 
six more?" Elly said, twirling the bar inside his loosened ass, blood 
seeping around the edge of it.
	"Six, fuck, make it 10, make it 12!" Stephanie cried, digging her 
feet cruelly into the sides of his face, slamming them to his lips, 
bloodying them as she pushed down hard. "Fuck him with the whole thing!! 
Fuck him to death!!"
	Elly laughed and lunged forward, plunging the cold steep a foot 
deep into his bloodied rectum. His eyes rolled in his head, his tongue 
hanging out. Elly pushed harder - a foot and a half of pole lay buried 
inside his lower body.
	"A little more should start tearing you up inside out," Elly said 
calmly, twisting the bar in her hands, feeling the sharp edge rip deeper 
into the man's guts. "Van, how about feeding him some toes?"
	Vanessa squealed with delight and walked to the head of the 
crying, dying man being held immobile in Stephanie's feet and legs, the 
arm stretch still on. The brunette was really pulling back on his hands 
now, the sockets in his shoulders starting to grind and pull, as her 
feet held fast on his shoulders. Vanessa leaned over on a weight bench 
for balance and stood on one foot, pointing the pretty, gold-painted 
toes of the other downward - and jamming them deep into his moaning 
mouth. He was getting fucked to death from both ends now, with Elly 
forcing the thick iron rod even deeper up his bloody ass and Vanessa 
jamming her entire foot down his throat, gagging him. His bite reflex 
was rendered useless, his mouth was too full of foot. Vanessa's slender, 
sexy appendage was buried in his face now, her toes scraping the back of 
his throat, the nails cutting the tender flesh there and sending blood 
down to his lungs. She was in halfway up her instep; she grit her teeth 
and stood on that pointed toe and it sliced down his throat even 
farther. Jiggling her sexy leg, pulsing and tensing it, she snaked the 
foot deeper inside his head; his jaws split open, unhinged and floppy. 
Blood gushed from his nose and the corners of his ripped mouth. His eyes 
rolled back into his head.
	And Elly finished him with one quick shove, the cruel iron bar 
jamming deeper into his asshole, splitting him open and ripping into his 
belly and diaphragm, blasting a huge hole through his colon and 
unleashing a torrent of blood deep inside him. As he twitched in death 
throes, Vanessa pulled her blood-coated foot from his mouth and danced 
around comically looking for a towel. Elly continued to shove the pole 
inside the dead man's asshole until she hit bone and could push no more. 
The three assassins cleaned themselves up and congratulated each other 
on their work.
	"This is starting to be fun, ladies," Elly said with a satisfied 
smile, looking at the dead man at their feet, an iron bar up his ass, 
his face a foot-smashed pulp. "How many have you gotten so far?"
	"Those two in that stateroom, this one, that's three," Vanessa 
said. "You?"
	"One guy, sliced his nuts off in the kitchen," she laughed. "And 
if you're smart, you won't eat the stew tonight."
	"Eeewwww!" the other girls chorused in disgust as they walked out 
of the gym.
	Ken was not a happy pirate when he came across the dead men in the 
stateroom and the other two as he followed the bloody trail around the 
ship.
	"Motherfucker!!"he screamed to the eight men he had left, after 
assembling them on the bridge. "Son of a bitch! Cocksucker!! Who the 
fuck is doing this shit? You see this, you assholes, you see what's 
happening here? Now go find out who's responsible and bring them to 
me!!"
	Three stayed behind with Ken; five took off on separate missions. 
The girls were below decks, listening to what was happening above - and 
waiting.
	The women moved toward one end of the ship when they heard what 
sounded like a girl whimpering. They peered around a corner, into the 
bar area near the restaurant and saw a man on his knees before a young, 
pretty girl, about 15 or so, long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. 
She was in a string bikini, her remarkably well-developed body trembling 
in fear as the man fondled her foot, rubbing it into his crotch, his 
stiff cock sticking out of his pants.
	"Yeah, just a little more, a little more, you cunt," he hissed, 
eyes closed in pleasure. "Damn,you got fine feet, mighty fine 
feet...that's it, that's it..."
	His eyes shot open in wonderment just as he was coming, the sides 
of his face suddenly awash in pain, red-hot sheets of agony flashing 
before him as he hit his back. He felt the come shoot out, all over 
himself and then stop due to a sharp, incredible pain in his balls. When 
his head cleared, he looked up and saw three tall, beautiful women 
standing before him. Vanessa and Stephanie had attacked from the sides, 
like the raptors in "Jurassic Park," ringing the sides of his head with 
the soles of their flying feet, and just as he was jizzing all over the 
young girl's toes, and himself, Elly unloaded a brutal heel-first stomp 
to his balls, stopping his orgasm and knocking the breath from him. The 
girl sat back, behind the girls, a wad of spunk covering her pretty 
foot.
	"You put it there, you clean it up," Elly said down at the man, 
who was gripping his wounded balls in one hand, rubbing his jaws with 
the other.
	"Fucking cunts?" he asked out loud. "Fucking cunts are the ones 
wiping out these guys? You cunts did all that out there?"
	The women stood, shoulder to shoulder, feet extended forward. They 
nodded.
	"We did," Elly said. "And you're next."
	"Fuck you," he spat, jumping to his feet, trying to get his sword 
that he'd left on the bar.
	Vanessa picked up a beer mug and just like in the movies, slammed 
him over the head with it, shattering it in a million pieces and 
knocking him to his knees, a bloody scalp wound oozing red from under 
his hat. He struggled to stand again.
	"I said clean the girl's toes," Elly said sternly. "Don't argue. 
Get down and lick that cum off. Now!"
	The guy lunged at her, swinging wildly. She ducked and Vanessa and 
Stephanie again attacked from the sides, unleashing a brutal barrage of 
deep belly kicks, their pretty feet sinking into his guts, crushing his 
sides, bruising ribs. At one point, Vanessa had her left foot up against 
his throat as she pushed him up to a wall, her other foot on the floor, 
executing a standing split. She pushed harder; the sole dug into his 
gagging throat as he pulled at her slender calf for relief. She gave 
none and pushed so hard now, he was lifted right off the floor, sliding 
up the wall on his back, his feet dangling and kicking. He gagged 
horribly, his eyes wide with terror and pain.
	"And now for an extra added attraction," the big blonde hissed.
	As she stood in the split, Vanessa pulled back her right hand in a 
fist and delivered a brutally hard punch deep into the man's crotch, his 
naked balls slapping against the hand loudly. His own hands couldn't 
reach down to protect himself as Vanessa pulled back again and let go a 
lightening-fast barrage of short, powerful jabs, right into his crushed 
balls. Her foot was pushing so hard against his throat, he was almost 
passing out; she eased up just enough to let him slide down to his feet 
again. But she never let up the crotch assault, blasting her hard fist 
into his abused nuts again and again. When she stopped, he fell to his 
knees and tried to crawl away. Vanessa was right behind him, lining up 
his ass and delivering a wicked kick up under his ass, between his 
thighs, the top of her pretty foot flattening his balls with a brutal 
slap. She hit him so hard, he did a complete somersault - and landed  on 
his back right in front of the now angry teenage girl.
	"Last chance," Elly said down at him. "Lick your come off her 
foot. Now."
	He looked back and up. The girl was sitting on a chair, her leg 
crossed, the foot above his face, the thick clump of congealed spunk 
still on her toes, filling the gaps between them.
	"Don't be afraid, honey," Elly said, kneeling next to the girl.
	"I'm not afraid, not now," the girl said. "I want to hurt this 
fucker, hurt him so bad!"
	The other women laughed.
	"Put it in, sugar," Vanessa smiled, holding the thug's face still 
in her strong hands, as Stephanie literally stood on his balls, mashing 
them under her soles. "Make him clean you."
	The man screamed, his mouth open in agony, as Stephanie's red-
painted toes squeezed his balls so hard the meat of them oozed up 
between the digits. And that open mouth was soon full as the girl 
pointed her toes down and giggled as the thick slug of cold spunk 
slipped off them and right down his throat. He tried to spit it out, a 
foamy mass of white jizz bubbling up, but the girl easily slipped her 
pointed toes right down his gullet, mashing the comey clump back inside 
and making him swallow.
	"Lick 'em," she hissed down at him, curling her foot, the slender 
ball of calf muscle bulging on that leg as she did. "Lick my toes 
clean!"
	Elly and Vanessa looked at each other, incredulous, as the young 
woman began fucking the man's mouth with her foot. They could see the 
pink tongue running all over it, in and out of her toes, and both were 
clearly enjoying themselves. The girl had her head back and was moaning 
in sexual pleasure, her hand dipping into the fold of her tight thighs, 
and the man, despite Stephanie's full 115 pounds standing on his nuts, 
was popping a full road, the thick mast of it brushing against the 
supermodel's ankle, leaving a dollop of clear precum behind.
	"Oh, god, yeah, yeah, YEAH!!" the girl screamed, plunging her hand 
into her pussy almost involuntarily as she jammed her foot deeper into 
the man's throat as she came in a burst.
	At the same time, the guy's cock erupted a geyser of spunk, this 
time lacing up Stephanie's slender calf, a thick strip of icing running 
from her knee down to her feet. Stephanie looked down disgusted and 
stepped off, delivering a wicked kick to the man's collapsed nuts as she 
did, the ribbon of his come flying off her leg and all over his cock.
	The girl went wild now, pulling her foot from his mouth and 
launching herself onto his face, burying it up her slim, muscled butt. 
She was facing his feet, eating and chewing at his face with her ass, 
the meat of her butt halves surrounding it, sucking it in, his nose 
clamped in the sweaty clamp of her asscrack. The supermodels stood, 
mouths hanging open, at the sudden, blatant display of teen sexuality. 
The girl's eyes were closed as she leaned forward, literally wiping her 
bikini clad ass all over the guy's moaning face. She stayed on one hand 
now, using the other to wrap around his shrinking cock and jerking it.
	"Get hard, you fuck, get hard and come again..." she hissed, 
snapping her slender girl hips around, popping the length of her 
asscrack all over his face, punching him in the nose with her rump. 
"I'll fucking facesit you to death!!!"
	The man cried from beneath her hunching butt, begging for mercy. 
His sore cock could not get soft she was squeezing it so hard in her 
capable hand. She reached back with her other hand now and pulled aside 
the cloth of her string bottom, jamming her asshole right onto his nose, 
taking it deep inside her sweaty rectum. She went wild, eyes closed, 
totally into the sexual animal she'd suddenly become, grinding her 
gushing pussy onto his mouth, jamming it full of her pussy and juice, 
slipping his nose deeper inside her milking asshole, rendering him 
unable to breathe. Only his eyes were visible at the crack of her ass 
and they pleaded with the other women for help. The women smiled down at 
him and shook their heads.
	The little blonde jacked his cock so hard, his balls came up with 
her hand, the skin breaking and bleeding as she yanked him. The three 
supermodels got caught up in the frenzy now and stood between his legs, 
taking turns unleashing their long, slender feet up into his crotch, 
Vanessa blasting his nutbag with the top of her slim foot, stepping 
aside to let Stephanie deliver a pointed-toe kick, the nails of her foot 
slicing into his smashed balls. Then Elly took over, pulling his ball 
sack out from the jacking hand of the teenage girl, and stepping on them 
- with both feet - mashing the bloody pulp in the crushed bags to a 
spongy, flat paste.
	The girl suddenly went stiff on the man's face, her asshole 
snapping his nose, breaking it, her pussy engulfing his lips and mouth, 
drowning him in her come. She pulled so hard on his cock, she nearly 
separated it from the base as Elly twisted her slender hips, mashing the 
balls under her sexy soles and heels flatter still. When the young girl 
finished her orgasm, she let loose an involuntary torrent of steaming 
hot piss, right down his throat, topping off the flood of her own cream 
she'd just put there, sealing his fate.
 	The girl's breath came back to her in labored rushes as she 
inhaled fiercely, having stopped entirely for the 30 or so seconds she 
was coming the man to death. When she stopped and finally opened her 
eyes, there was pure bewilderment there.
	"Wha....what did I do?!" she screamed, looking down at the bloody 
cock and balls at her hand, looking under her sweat-and-come soaked 
crotch at the face of the dead man beneath her ass.
	"You did what comes naturally, you exacted a sweet measure of 
revenge, girl, that's what you did," Elly said, rubbing the girl's 
slender shoulders, helping her off the slain man's broken face. "Good 
job."
	"It was.....unreal..." the girl said, looking at the others. "It 
felt so....so..."
	"Right? Good? Unbelievably sexy?" Vanessa filled in. "Go with it, 
girl, come with us. You wasted this punk, we took out four others, that 
leaves 7..8, with their asshole leader."
	"How old are you, honey?" Elly asked as they cleaned the girl up, 
booting the dead man aside.
	"15," she answered sheepishly. "I've played with myself before, 
even had sex a couple of times, but I never, uh, came like that."
	"Wow," Stephanie said, opening the bar door and looking out into 
the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. "They learn younger than 
we did, that's for sure."
	Erica was the girl's name and now she was a powerful ally in the 
supermodel's arsenal of destruction against the pirates. She would go 
with Elly; Vanessa and Stephanie would stay together. The roving 
assassination teams would each head for an end of the ship, and kill 
their way back to the middle - and Ken.
	The teams split up. Walking by one stateroom, Vanessa heard a man 
cussing - them.
	"Harlots! Whores! How dare you kill a man like that?" he cried.
	Vanessa stuck her head in. A man, a very old man, 90 perhaps, sat 
on his bed, alone, whining at her.
	"I seen what you did, I was hiding around the corner, I seen you, 
you whores, you and that young whore, that's no way to treat a man," he 
said bitterly.
	"What?" Vanessa asked incredulously. "These guys are murderers, 
what the hell are you talking about? We're saving people's lives here, 
you old fart."
	"Don't care," he spat. "You kill a man, you do it honest, to his 
face..not ON his face, for chrissakes! That was disgusting!! Pissing in 
a man's face....goddam it!"
	"Oh, face to face, huh?" Vanessa said, hauling Stephanie inside 
the man's room, shutting the door. "Like this?"
	"Van, what're you doing, let's not waste time here?" Stephanie 
said, watching in amazement as the big blonde Scandanavian supermodel 
started shaking her pointed tits inches from the old man's wide-eyed 
face.
	"You pig!!" he shouted, unable to take his eyes away.
	Vanessa laughed heartily and used her hands to run them up her 
slender hips, and cup those tits, pinching the nipples, rolling them 
around between her fingers, aiming them right at the man's stunned face.
	"Like my tits, grandpa?" she teased, laughing at the drool oozing 
out the corner of his mouth. "How bout my ass, you like ass?"
	She turned around and bent slightly at the waist, the thick, 
shapely mounds of ass meat flexing inches from his face.She flexed one 
sweet cheek, then the other, back and forth until she unleashed them in 
a vibrating quiver of succulent rump meat. The old man's breath came in 
labored gulps. His hand shot to his chest.
	"Uh, Van..." Stephanie said.
	"Shut up, I know what I'm doing," Vanessa barked back.
	"How about my feet, oldtimer, you like these?" she said, turning 
around and standing on one foot, holding the other up right before his 
face. The old man's face was bright red, his eyes crossed as he watched 
the painted toenails rotate as she wiggled her foot at him.
	"Put your mouth on it, old man!" she hissed. "Suck my toes!!"
	The old man obeyed, closing his eyes and closing his mouth around 
the foot. Vanessa's smile turned to anger when she felt his teeth bear 
down on her tender toes. She pulled back quickly - and yanked the old 
buck's teet right out with her foot, sending them clattering across the 
room.
	"GROSS!!" she yelped. "You rotten old fuck!!"
	The old man suddenly bolted upright on both feet, smiled a 
toothless smile - and keeled over dead at Vanessa's painted feet. The 
two girls looked at each other and burst out laughing.
	"He died happy," Stephanie shrugged.
	"I'll say," Vanessa hissed. "Jeez, look at that!!"
	She pointed to his crotch. The old man landed face up and a 
monstrous pole was sticking up in his baggy pants, bigger than most 
younger men sport.
	"Wow, I wonder why he was traveling alone?" Stephanie laughed.
	"Maybe he was a bigger prick than that was," Vanessa giggled, as 
both left the dead man's room.
	On the other side of the ship, Elly walked before Erica, leading 
her around a winding hallway and up to the shuffleboard deck. They 
spotted one thug, holding a group of passengers at bay with a pair of 
huge swords in his beefy hands.
	"Go out and get his attention," Elly whispered to the pretty 
blonde, pointing to her naked tits, thick and heavy on her slim torso. 
"That oughta do it."
	Erica laughed and walked out of the shadows, right up to the guy, 
tapping him on the shoulder. He turned.
	"What the...hey, nice girl, turning yourself in, huh?" he growled. 
"Smart move, honey."
	"Mmm, who wouldn't want to be a prisoner of you, you big hunk of 
man," she hissed, fondling her own thick tit meat, pulling her boobs up 
and away from her body, pointing them at the man.
	Suddenly, the guy's head was full of thigh, angry and strong, as 
Elly dropped down from the deck above and draped herself on his 
shoulders, engulfing him in a headscissors. Her slim, muscular thighs 
crushed his ears and the crowd of about 20 people cheered wildly as he 
staggered around the deck, relieved of his swords by Erica, who tossed 
them overboard.
	"Nut check," Elly yEllyd down to Erica, still glued by the thighs 
to the man's ears. "See if he's got any!!"
	Erica laughed and delivered a swift, upward kick with her instep 
square between the man's spread legs. His hands went from the thighs of 
the woman scissoring him to his crotch, holding himself in pain. He 
still didn't go down, so Erica went behind him and slammed her foot up 
between his legs again, crushing his balls in his pants. This time, he 
fell to his knees. Elly unscissored his head and stepped off, next to 
Erica.
	"Have at him, girl," Elly said, bowing toward the teen killer.
	Erica was athleticsm in motion. With a running leap, she tore into 
the man's face with her feet, faking with one, and snapping his head 
back with a brutal kick from the other, her toes slapping at his nose, 
breaking it. He flopped back to the deck, and managed to sit up. Erika 
stood before him on one foot, whacking at his face, side to side, with 
the other, slamming her instep into one cheek then the other and finally 
delivering a devastating front kick, sole first right to the nose, 
mashing it all over the man's face. He crashed to his back and wisely 
stayed there this time.
	Suddenly, a heavy, middle-aged redheaded woman stepped out of the 
crowd, ran and jumped, ass first, onto the downed man's belly. She was a 
big one, 250 or so, about 6 feet tall, thick and mean. Her huge ass 
crushed his guts and he sat up involuntarily, where the woman grabbed 
him by the hair with one hand and started violently pounding his face 
with her other fist. The crowd roared and Erica and Elly stood to the 
side, admiring her work. As the redhead pummeled her victim, another 
woman came out of the crowd, a skinny young woman, stood between the 
man's legs and started kicking him, toes first while wearing heavy 
boots, in the nuts. He tried to howl in pain, but the big redhead's 
fists were in his face, all over his mouth, spreading his nose around 
and exploding his lips in a sea of blood and raw flesh. When the big 
woman finally got off him, he was nearly out. To finish things off, Elly 
stripped his pants off, pulled his nuts away from his body and signalled 
to the skinny woman in the boots.
	"Just pretend you're putting a cigarette out, honey," she told 
her. "Grind away!"
	The skinny woman smiled, lifted her leg, and slammed her booted 
foot - heel first - down onto the abused balls below. The big thug sat 
bolt upright, screaming, sending a spray of blood and teeth all over 
himself and the skinny woman's creamy white leg. She brought her other 
foot over, and jammed that heel down, standing on each nut with each 
foot, twisting brutally from side to side, mashing his balls to a bloody 
pulp. Elly and Erica stepped back and delivered a devasting double kick 
to his face, dropping him to his back, with the skinny woman still 
grinding his nuts under her thick leather heels.
	"Finish him, honey," Elly said to Erica.
	"Both of us at once," Erica said.
	Elly smiled and stood on one side of his head, Erica on the other. 
Holding onto each other's shoulders, they lifted their inside foot and 
started slamming it down, sole first, onto the dying man's crying face. 
Blood sprayed out from beneath their pounding feet and the big man's 
body twitched as they stomped him to death, first Erica's foot slamming, 
bone on bone, into his spongy face, then Elly's, all the while the 
skinny woman screaming in delight as she ground his balls so hard, there 
was nothing left to them, the bloodied flesh of them sticking to the 
creases in the heels of her boots. Erica and Elly timed the last kick 
perfectly, driving what was left of the pirate's nose deep into his 
brain, finally killing him.
	The crowd went wild as Elly and Erica ran off, advising them to 
stay in their cabins in large groups. Six pirates had been killed in the 
feet and hands of the women; six remained.
	One of the thugs followed Stephanie and Vanessa, who knew he was 
there. They strolled down the deck like nothing was happening, and 
waltzed into the pool area, which was devoid of anyone except them. They 
took off their thong bottoms, purposely bending at the waist to peel 
them out of their silky asscracks, to give the guy a better view who was 
lurking around the corner. They slipped quietly into the water, waiting. 
He still didn't come out of the shadows, so the two women brazenly 
embraced, fondling each others tits as they floated in the water, 
slipping tongues in and out of each other's mouths. Finally, the big 
good stepped out, grinning like an idiot.
	"Hey, lezzies, I think youse guys need a real man," he growled, 
putting his gun down and stripping down to the nude to slip into the 
water with them.
	"And that would be ...?" Vanessa teased, swimming over to him to 
wrap her arms around his neck, her long legs around his thick middle.
	He laughed and rudely slipped a hand inside her asscrack to finger 
her tight asshole. She grimaced, but smiled, playing along. She watched 
as Stephanie sat in a lounge chair and picked up a fingernail file she 
found, and took them to her toes. She winked at Vanessa, and the big 
blonde winked back. She knew.
	"So, big man, how tough are you?" Vanessa asked, pulling his hand 
from her asscrack and tightening her legs around him, moving them over 
to the edge of the pool so she could hang onto the ladder rail with her 
hands. "Tough enough to take this?"
	She tightened her legs, trapping his arms under them, keeping them 
immobile. He grunted as Vanessa's lean thighs sliced into his back and 
belly.
	"Take what?" he winced. "Do your worst."
	Vanessa laughed and Stephanie shouted, "Break him, honey. My nails 
are almost there, so just bust a gut, so to speak!"
	And Vanessa did. She powered down, locking her ankles tight and 
thundering her creamy Scandanavian superthighs into his midsection, the 
thick cords of inner muscle slicing into his spine and digging into his 
guts. He howled in pain, the air leaving him in the instant she hunkered 
down on the scissor hold. Struggling against the leg lock, the big man's 
energy waned, unable to take in air, his hands trapped inside her 
pinching legs. Vanessa adjusted the hold to grip him around the lower 
ribs and then really went to work, punching the scissors on harder, 
pumping her long legs, until she snapped three ribs like kinding. The 
pirate's eyes bugged out in agony, but he could barely fight back.
	Stephanie dove into the water and swam to them, and for an 
instant, the pirate's eyes went soft and dreamy and the pain left him. 
Vanessa knew Steph was under the water, sucking the pirate's cock, 
getting him stiff. Then the man let out an ungodly scream, the thick 
veins in his neck cording as he put his head back and yEllyd. Seconds 
later, Stephanie came up, smiling.
	"Wanted to bite it off, but you never know, the fucker might have 
AIDS, so I just chewed on it a bit," she laughed as Vanessa continued to 
break more ribs in her scissor grip. "But his nuts are fair game! Pull 
him up on deck, honey!!"
	Vanessa hoisted the big man out of the water, the scissors still 
on. She laid on her back, her long, gleaming thighs attached like 
magnets to his crushed belly and back, his legs spread and showing his 
crimson cock, fresh teeth marks raising big welts around the head. 
Stephanie showed Vanessa her toes.
	"Nice job, girl," the big blonde laughed. "Let's see how good it 
really is!!"
	Stephanie walked to the man's spread legs and delivered a brutal 
toes-first kick to his nuts. He screamed in agony as an instant plume of 
blood shot up and out of his crotch. She pulled back and kicked again, 
and again, digging her toes deep into his nuts. She'd filed the nails to 
points, and was literally kicking his balls to a shredded mass of meat, 
stomping them bloody, slicing them open with her toes.She kept up the 
brutal ball onslaught for five solid minutes, sweating heavily in the 
humid warmth of the pool, not stopping until his nuts were an 
unrecognizeable lump of pulp and he was nearly passed out in Vanessa's 
clinging legs.
	"Back in the water," Stephanie said breathlessly. "I need to clean 
up."
	Vanessa unlocked her legs and slipped him into the shallow end of 
the pool. Both girls pushed him under the surface and to the bottom, 
standing on his legs and face, holding his barely resisting body still 
until the bubbles didn't break the surface anymore. They climbed out and 
carried on their mission.
	It didn't take long to find their next victim. He was poking 
around the engine room when they happened across him, two nude, wet 
supermodels walking through the door much to his delighted surprise. 
They walked in and he couldn't take his eyes off their feet. The girls 
looked at each other and laughed.
	"Geez, a lot of foot freaks on this ship, huh?" Vanessa said to 
Stephanie.
	"You've got such sexy feet, so slender, silky..." the pirate 
gushed, putting his gun aside and kneeling before them. "I want to kiss 
them, suck them, lick them."
	"And fuck them, we know, we know, you want to pump a load all over 
our toes, right?" Stephanie said.
	The man looked up, sadly. "I can't ... I've got this condition, 
rare, but if I come, I die. It's that simple. So I never come. But I 
still enjoy things - like feet."
	The women looked at each other, bewildered - and delighted.
	"So, you like feet, do you?" Vanessa said, curling her golden toes 
up into his mouth, letting him suck them for a few seconds before 
swinging into action.
	She pulled her foot out of his sucking mouth and smashed it down 
on the back of his head, ramming him face first into her other foot, 
breaking his nose. Stunned, he struggled to his hands and knees, where 
Stephanie delivered a brutal kick to his side, rolling him over toward 
the engine room's huge turbines. Over and over she kicked him, in the 
head, the face, the sides, until he was up against a wall. Quickly 
stripping his pants off, she lifted him to his feet by clutching his 
huge, hairy balls.
	"Fucking things must be full of spunk," she laughed. "We'll have 
to see how much."
	"No...please...use your feet on me...but don't...make 
me....come..." he whispered through broken lips.
	They laughed. Stephanie twisted his balls until he screamed in 
agony - and his stiff cock bobbed against her forearm, thick and heavy, 
leaving a huge dollop of precome behind. She laughed and twisted harder, 
causing him to leak even more.
	"Let's see if we can't take a little steam out of this guy," she 
roared, grabbing an arm and leg and signalling to Vanessa to do the 
same.
	They lifted the man up, legs spread and ran him into a huge, hot 
vertical pipe carrying steam. They wrapped him around it, screaming, 
rubbing his balls and cock on the boiling hot metal,jamming his face 
into it until the flesh stuck to it. They pressed him into it hard; the 
stench of burning flesh filled the engine room and they finally let him 
drop to the floor, where he rolled up in a ball, clutching his boiled 
balls - and still-stiff cock.
	"Holy shit, this guy is really into pain!" Stephanie bellowed. 
"Let's see how much he can really take!"
	She rolled him to his back and using her sharpened right big toe, 
dug it into his eyeball, gouging it, grinding her foot around, twisting 
and poking and pushing until a bubbling mass of blood and eyeball fluid 
seeped up around the toe that was now plunged into the socket, 
displacing the eyeball that rolled out, separated from the optic nerve, 
and skittered across the floor to fall through a grate to the 
netherlands of the ship.
	"Oh, wow, that was incredible!" Vanessa hissed, awestruck by the 
sight of her best friend toe-fucking a dying man's eye socket. "Jesus, 
you're unreal!!"
	"Yeah? I ain't done yet!" Stephanie screamed, using her other foot 
on the remaining eye.
	The man could barely fight back now, as the other big toe popped 
out his left eyeball, his hands gripping her muscular calf as she curled 
her foot to jam it into his face. She pulled the toe from the socket 
with a disgusting plop and he lay there, bloodied, beaten and moaning. 
His cock was still swaying hard from his crotch.
	"Un-fucking-believable," Stephanie growled. "I gotta make this guy 
come. Stick your foot up his ass, girl, see if that helps."
	Vanessa sat between his legs and brutally pounded his balls with 
her foot, jamming a heel into the split in the middle and grinding as 
hard as she could, mashing the nutmeat to a spongy mass.She then pointed 
her toes, curled them up and slid them deep inside the man's sweaty 
asshole, up to the instep, punching it in harder, driven by his screams. 
He twitched like a dying man as the big blonde foot-fucked him hard, 
pulling it out and then pounding it back in deeper still.
	Stephanie grabbed his stiff, soaked cock and started jacking him 
off. She'd be doing him a favor, she thought. But he didn't.
	"No...please...don't make me come..." he begged her. "Fuck 
me...hurt me...I don't care you blinded me, that you've got your foot up 
my ass....I love the pain, I live for the pain, it's the 
ultimate....just don't make me come...."
	Stephanie redoubled her efforts and the man was in no shape to 
fight back. In minutes, under the expert handjob, the man unloaded a 
huge arc of white-hot spunk, sailing high into the air and landing with 
a sizzle along his burned belly and chest flesh, and seeping into the 
bloody holes where his eyes had been. He screamed the scream of the 
dying as Stephanie kept jerking him, harder and harder, pulling his 
cock, watching in awe as blast after blast of thick come jetted from the 
bulbous head, six, seven, eight, nine ribbons of spunk, 10, 11, 12..she 
lost count. The guy's cock never stopped coming, it seemed, coating her 
pumping hand and forearm and drenching Vanessa's foot buried deep inside 
his asshole. By the time he did stop coming, a full two minutes later, 
he was still alive.
	"Fucker lied to us," Stephanie said, shaking off the thick coat of 
come covering her hand and arm. "He said he was gonna die, he'll fucking 
die!"
	"Steph, he is dying, see?" Vanessa said, pulling her foot from his 
soggy ass. "Give him a minute."
	"No," Stephanie said calmly, reaching down to grab his nuts and 
start sawing at them with her sharpened toenails.
	Just about the time he was dying anyway, Stephanie sliced through 
the tendon holding his nuts to his body, and a thick river of blood 
gushed out to finish the job. She plopped his balls onto his face, into 
his come- and blood-streaked eyesockets, and the two killers left the 
engine room.
	"Where is he, where are the rest of you assholes?" Elly growled 
into the pirate's face as she held him firm against the ship's mast, far 
below the bridge.
	Elly and Erica had caught up to the pirate, the last one out 
searching for the killers of the rest of them, and had taken turns 
delivering high, hard kicks to his face, using the mast, jumping up and 
grabbing it and spinning around it. Now Erica had jumped up and pasted 
her lean, teen thighs around his neck and the mast, holding him tight to 
it, while Elly pulled at his nuts with both hands, grabbing one in each 
and twisting, separating, yanking them away from his body, occasionally 
stopping to drive her pretty instep up hard into the swollen sacks of 
meat.
	"Where is Ken, isn't that your leader's name, where is he?" Elly 
roared into his ear, replacing her hands on his nuts again and violently 
pulling them apart.
	"On....bridge.....please...let go..." he begged.
	Elly smiled. "Oh, we'll let go. Erica, undo your scissors."
	The young girl did and slid down. The man fell to his back at the 
base of the pole, a dangling rope nearby. The ship's crew hadn't gotten 
around to flying the ship's colors today, and the line hung free. Elly 
smiled at Erica and the two got to work.
	"Where the fuck are they, where the fuck is everyone!!" Ken 
bellowed to the remaining three bodyguards at his side on the bridge. 
"Assholes! Incompetents!!"
	Just then, everyone on the bridge heard an ungodly scream, a 
horrendous, shrill whine, a roar from deep within a dying man's soul. 
They looked out the bridge windows, but could see nothing - except the 
mast, and it was bending a bit, as if under some heavy weight. They saw 
the rope move, a couple of feet at a time. The screams continued and Ken 
leaned out for a better look. His face went white as he saw one of his 
man, tied to the rope by the balls, being hauled up the pole. The man 
stopped screaming as he neared the top; he had died from the pain and 
the fear. Ken gulped and stared hard at the man on the rope. But only 
until his nuts exploded in a spray of blood and nutsauce around the 
thick knot that was holding them, and he crashed 30 feet to the deck 
below. Ken strained to look down. He saw two beautiful naked women wave 
at him, smiling.
	"SON OF A BITCH!!!" he roared at the laughing women, and then to 
his last three men. "Get them!! Get those fucking cunts!!!"
	Ken stayed behind, holding the captain and his men captive, as the 
three remaining thugs men raced out of the room and down the stairs. 
Elly and Erica heard them coming, and ducked under the stairwell, 
watching them race by.
	"We've gotta  get to Van and Steph," Elly whispered to the teen 
girl. "There's the four of them left, and we need everyone together to 
finish them off."
	The two females set off for the far end of the ship, hoping to 
find the others.
	The three pirates walked slowly down the ship's main deck, while 
on the other side, Vanessa and Stephanie walked up a hallway, not 
knowing where the men where. By the time they came around a corner and 
met the thugs face to face, they were as surprised to see them as the 
men were to find the women. Quickly, the pirates brandished their swords 
and captured the two supermodels, leading them to an empty storage area. 
Vanessa stumbled and fell, purposely; at the ship's barbershop, she'd 
found an old-fashioned double-edged razor blade and had been carrying 
it, but used the opportunity know to quickly hide it between her long, 
strong toes to be used later. The pirates didn't notice, as they pulled 
her to her feet and then lashed both the beautiful women to the wall, 
hands tied above their heads. Two went to fetch Ken, the other one 
stayed behind to guard the women. Vanessa knew once the leader got 
there, they'd be killed; she had to act fast.
	"Hey, sexy, c'mere," she cooed to the man, using her feet to 
motion him over, noticing him lick her lips when she did. "Oh, you like 
my feet, huh? Wanna kiss them? Wanna lick them? Hmmm?"
	He looked warily at her, then her feet, then up at her. He moved 
toward the big blonde.
	"Fuck, they're tied up," he growled to himself, snuggling in close 
to Vanessa, rubbing his crotch into hers and roughly fondling her creamy 
tits. "Guess you can't hurt me like this."
	Vanessa smiled. She lifted her feet up and began tugging at the 
pirate's pants, sliding them over his fat hips and freeing his cock, 
which now sprang up to rub against the supermodel's lush thigh. She 
scissored it in her legs and he began fucking her silky legs.
	"Mmmm, betcha you'd love to fuck my feet, wouldn't ya?" she cooed 
in his sweaty ear. "Love to cream all over my toenails, huh? Wouldn't 
ya?"
	"Oh....yeah....." the big goon gushed, out of control now and 
totally vulnerable.
	"Go ahead," she hissed. "Put your cock in my feet...quickly, 
before you come! I want to feel your hot juice run all over them, all 
over my painted toes! Hurry!"
	"OK!" the thug growled.
	Vanessa drew her legs up and cupped her feet together. The pirate 
slipped his cock in the middle, moaning in ecstasy as he began fucking 
them, his prick rubbing the silky soles of the supermodel's sexy feet. 
He was almost there - and so was Vanessa.
	The pirate's eyes and Vanessa's locked. Her's were beaming with 
confident anger, his now swEllyd wide in pain. She's worked the razor 
out and in three strokes, had easily sawed through the cock fucking her 
feet. It plopped to the deck below, blood gushing out of the stump. 
Vanessa held her legs up and avoided the torrent of red splashing 
against the wall beneath her until the pirate danced away in agony, 
holding his hands over the wound, the river of blood blasting between 
his clenched fingers.
	"Just a little off the top, huh?" Stephanie laughed, watching the 
man as he screamed, and fell to his knees. Seconds later, he flopped 
over dead, the blood quickly draining from his body.
	Vanessa curled her long legs up and to the side to slice through 
the ropes holding her friend. Freed now, Stephanie untied Vanessa, and 
the two women escaped out one door only seconds before Ken and his last 
two men came tearing through another one.
	"What the...." Ken stammered. "I don't fucking believe this, I 
DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!!!!"
	He walked over to the dead man, then to his cock, which he 
skewered with his sword and angrily walked over to the railing to toss 
overboard.
	"Fucking shark food is all you assholes are worth!" he screamed 
into the faces of the last two pirates. "You dickheads, keep looking. 
I'm going back to the bridge, and you better not come back unless it's 
with those cunts' tits on a fucking plate!!!"
	Vanessa and Stephanie had caught up to Elly and Erica, and the 
four of them listened to Ken's tirade as they huddled together in a 
nearby closet. They smiled.
	Ken ran back upstairs, and the last two pirates cautiously made 
their way past the closet, looking for the women.
	"This is almost too easy," Vanessa said. "Four against two, I love 
it."
	"Let's do it, ladies," Elly said, walking out of the closet.
	The two men never heard them coming. All four women flew at them, 
feet first, crashing them into a wall with flying drop kicks, the 
weapons in their hands skittering across the deck. The women split up 
the attack now, Van and Steph taking one, Elly and Erica the other.
	Vanessa's long, wicked legs lashed out at her victim, the soles of 
her flashing feet blasting off his face again and again, staggering him 
backwards toward the railing. Stephanie raced behind him to keep him 
from falling overboard.
	"Not yet, we're not done," she whispered into his ear as she 
reached under his ass to brutally pull on his balls through his pants.
	She pulled so hard, she flipped him right over and he landed with 
a thud on his back. Steph smiled down at him, grabbed his ankles and 
held his legs wide apart. He looked up in terror, not knowing what would 
happen next, and then out of nowhere came the flying Vanessa, feet 
first, to land right on his tender nuts. Steph let go of his feet and he 
rolled away, screaming in pain as the two supermodels high-fived each 
other, giggling.
	Erica lay back on the deck holding her captive in a full nelson 
and bodyscissors combination, her strong teen arms bending the man's 
face toward his chest, her lithe, muscular legs crushing his ribs, her 
crossed feet jammed into his crotch, pumping at his balls. Elly stood 
before them, picking her spots.
	"Show me more face, hon," she told the teen, and Erica let up the 
nelson just a little to lift his face up. "Perfect."
	Elly lifted one foot up and thundered it down, the pretty sole 
creaming the thug's exposed face again and again, mumbled screams of 
agony coming from his busted lips. Occasionally she'd leave the foot 
strapped across his mouth and stand on it, full body weight, until she 
felt his jaw bend and teeth loosen. Then she'd curl her toes and let him 
half a dozen blasts right across the front of his mouth, knocking teeth 
loose and making him swallow them with a mouthful of blood. The 
beautiful woman's feet were destroying the man held captive in the 15-
year-old's legs and arms, her soles, insteps and toes rendering his face 
nothing but a bloody mask.
	"Time to die, asshole," Elly said, stopping the foot assault and 
reaching down to pull his pants off
	"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" the other man screamed as Vanessa took one 
nut, Stephanie the other, and lifted him by the balls over the railing. 
"Oh, God, you're killing me!!!!"
	"No shit, loser," Vanessa laughed.
	The two women each gripped a ball in their strong hands, the meat 
stretched thin as they held him completely aloft, over the railing and 
above the chop of the ocean below. He tried to grab their arms, hands, 
anything to alleviate the screaming pain in his crotch, but could not. 
His face whitened
his body went numb, and he lay back, arched up, head and legs tilted 
back, giving in to the inevitable. Vanessa and Stephanie laughed loudly, 
bouncing him in their hands now, their biceps rippling as they held him 
and shook him, a big bubble of nut meat turning blue above the clenched 
fingers in each of their hands, nothing but a thin strand of tearing 
flesh below holding his balls on and him from plunging into the briny 
deep.
	"One....two...THREEEE!!" the two girls screamed, bouncing him as 
hard as they could on the third number, his balls exploding in their 
hands.
	He screamed a high-pitched scream all the way to the water below. 
They watched him bob to the surface, face up, his crotch spreading red 
across the cold surface of the ocean. They laughed and grabbed some deck 
towels to clean themselves up, and watched as Elly and Erica dispatched 
their victim.
	Erica had wiped the blood from the man's face and was now sitting 
full on it, his battered nose and mouth captured in the sweaty grip of 
her naked ass, the muscled halves of butt pinched shut on his face and 
keeping him from breathing. Elly was sitting between his legs, holding 
them open in her feet, and 
pulling back on his nuts in both hands, thick balls of crushed meat 
turning blue in her grip.
	"C'mon, a little more..." she grunted, leaning back, her weight 
held up only by the nuts she was holding in her hands.
	The man screamed straight up Erica's thick, sweaty ass, the 
vibration rippling inside her sensitive asshole. The teen girl's eyes 
rolled in her head as cascades after cascades of orgasm rippled through 
her, her sticky rectum gobbling his nose, milking it deeper inside him. 
Elly pulled harder - and snapped back to the deck, coming up to a 
sitting position with a look of delight on her face - and his balls in 
her hand. Erica bore down harder and facesat the remaining life from the 
dying man.
	"Where the fuck are they, where the fuck are they?" Ken roared, 
storming around the bridge angrily, much to amusement of Captain Harkins 
and his men. "Assholes..ASSHOLES!!"
	Just then, the door blew open and in walked Elly, in the lead, 
holding a sword before her - a pair of balls dangling from the tip. The 
three others strode in cockily behind her.
	"YOU!!!" he roared, whipping his sword around and knocking the 
bloody meat from Elly's weapon to send them flying out a window. "I'll 
kill you for this!!!"
	He lunged forward, his anger blinding him. Seconds later, the four 
women disarmed him; Vanessa and Stephanie held an arm, Elly stood before 
him, her strong hand around his cock and balls as she tore his pants 
away. The captain and his men applauded.
	"Finish him," the captain said calmly. "Justice on the high seas 
is the best kind there is."
	Elly smiled and turned back to Ken: "You're ours, asshole."
	Elly pulled down as hard as she could, relishing the look of agony 
on Ken's face as he felt his nuts extend two feet below his crotch in 
the relentless yank of the big woman's grip. The others let him go and 
he fell to the floor in a ball, screaming like a girl, in agony.
	"Bust him up first, ladies," Elly said to the others. "I want him 
to suffer."
	The other women eagerly descended on him. Vanessa and Stephanie 
each took an arm for a stepover wristlock, bending the hand up between 
their lush thighs and brutally twisting the wrist on each hand back 
until it easily snapped. Ken, face down on the deck, roared in agony, 
more so as Erica rolled his folded legs up into her own for a figure-
four leg lock and snapped his knee joints in her strong, young legs. 
Vanessa and Stephanie went to work now on individual fingers, bending 
each back and cracking them like lobster legs, leaving each dangling 
uselessly from Ken's broken hands. By the time they were done and let 
his arms flop to the deck at his sides, he was crying like a baby, 
sobbing facefirst into the metal floor.
	"Complete the upper body work, girls," Elly said.
	Van and Steph knelt by his arms and put a knee against each elbow, 
pulling back. A horrible grinding crack filled the cabin and made the 
crew groan as Ken's arms splintered at the elbows; some left the room 
and vomited over the sides of the cabin. Elly smiled, and rolled Ken 
over, his white face looking up at her.
	"The face is mine," she growled down at him. "Ladies, put your 
feet into it!!"
	For the next 10 agonized minutes, four pairs of feet, eight soles, 
insteps and heels, 40 toes, tortured the dying, screaming man on the 
floor, pulverizing him, laying him to total waste, stomping, kicking and 
grinding him into a bloodied, moaning mass of busted flesh and bone. 
Elly was dancing on his face, literally, her toes gouging inside his 
eyes, poking them out with her painted nails, her heels busting his jaws 
and kicking out his teeth. Erica had pulled his balls out away from his 
body and was gyrating on them, heels first, grinding them flat. Vanessa 
and Stephanie took turns breaking ribs and legs by grabbing each other 
by the shoulders and jumping as high as they could to land as hard as 
they could on a selected body part. Ken's shins snapped under their 
pounding weight, his ribs splintered under battered skin, the shards of 
bone slicing deep into vital internal organs. When they were done and 
finally stepped off him, the deadly foot machine had left him a spongy, 
pasty mass of blood and crushed tissue and bone. 
	Elly laughed.
	"I'm gonna finish you slow, asshole," she said, kneeling beside 
his bloodied face, only the whites of his eyes visible in a mask of red.
	She went between his legs and found his mashed nuts, gently 
picking them up and rounding them back into shape. The pain returned as 
she did, and Ken moaned loudly, begging for mercy.
	"Please....." he stammered through what few teeth remained and 
shattered jawbones. "...Anything...you ...want...."
	"I want your balls to go away," Elly said calmly. "And they will."
	She began to knead them in her strong hands and started to push 
them back and up, rolling the flesh in her fingers, making it smaller 
and smaller. He screamed anew in agony now as Elly pressed her fingers 
to a point, pushing the meat of his nuts back into the holes from which 
they descended. More crew members vomited now as they watched in horror 
as Elly hummed while she worked to push, slowly and painfully, every 
bruised portion of Ken's battered balls back up inside his body, using 
her fingers to pack the meat inside the small hole. She worked happily, 
crushing the flesh in her strong fingers, rolling it, making it fit, 
using the points of her fingers to push relentlessly, until no sign of 
his balls remained outside his body, every bit of flesh jammed inside 
him, only his bloody and limp cock hanging outside.
	"One more thing," she said.
	Bending down, she lifted his thick dick and put it between her 
teeth, gnawing on it. He screamed horribly, trying to push her head away 
with his busted hands, but he could not. Elly chewed and growled, like a 
dog with a bone, bloodying the tip of his cock while with her hand, she 
sawed across the base with Ken's sword. Seconds later, a rip was heard 
and she sat up, the bloody cock clenched in her teeth. Ken looked up at 
her in horror.
	"A dying man's last meal," she growled, taking the cock from her 
mouth and bending to him with it. "Enjoy."
	Ken died, slowly, gurgling on his own blood, bone and teeth - and 
his cock wedged firmly down his throat. The women cheered as Elly stood 
up, hands clasped together in victory.
	"Captain," she said to the man in white who remarkably had 
retained his composure throughout the tortured death of his nemesis, 
"the ship is yours again."
 	The four women headed for Elly's cabin, to shower, clean up and 
bask in the glow of their victory