Hannah
by Seldom (seldomlasts@yahoo.com)
A sweet, strong girl with a violent appetite.


***** AUTHOR'S NOTE *****

I love hearing from you. I really do. Please e-mail me if you like this 
story, and even if you don't, tell me what you didn't like. This story 
is done partly by request, mostly because it's been an idea I've been 
toying with; the request just galvanized me to write it. It's very 
sexual and extremely violent; if you don't like violence and blood, 
don't read it. Please tell me if you like my Hannah. 

There has been some comment that my stories have not been quite as quite 
as violent and cruel as in the past. Maybe I'm getting weak and soft in 
my old age. Let me know if you like Hannah. If you don't, what would you 
like to see more of? 

* * * * * 

I felt the familiar tingling in my crotch. She wanted him bad. I did 
too. "Patience, little one," I murmured. 

"What?" Steve looked up from the menu, smiling. He was so cute! It made 
my heart skip a beat. 

"Nothing, just trying to decide what to order," I said. 

"Oh." He looked back down. He was so shy! I sighed. He looked up again. 

I decided to play with him. I stretched my arms up behind my head, the 
straps of my dress disappearing between my bowling-ball shoulders and 
thick corded neck. He licked his lips, staring at my arms. I knew what 
he liked. I clasped my hands together and brought them down towards my 
head, flexing my huge biceps. They expanded, every muscle standing thick 
and proud, the criss-crossed veins standing out as they delivered blood 
to my flexed rippling muscles. 

He caught me watching him and looked away, embarrassed. "What," I 
teased. 

"You're so pretty," he said in an awed whisper. 

My heart melted. "Aww, Steve. You're cute," I said. His face flushed. 

I usually wear baggy clothes to school, so not a lot of guys know how 
muscular I am. I mean, I don't try to hide it, but I don't flaunt it, 
either. Some girls in the locker room have noticed and commented. None 
of them want to go to bed with me, though. It's a hard life. 

The couple of times I've worn shorts and short-sleeves, or a dress 
crawls up my leg revealing my thick calves, I've noticed Steve staring 
at my arms and legs. It's not just that they're muscular, they're also 
very thick. I'm just built big, and working out has converted some of 
that bigness into huge, rippling, powerful muscles. Must be the German 
stock in me. 

He came up to me after class and asked me out. He's Steve, so of course 
it took him a while to get around to the actual asking. He made a 
valiant effort to look at my face and not my chest, a task I didn't make 
any easier by deliberately breathing hard. My tits are nothing 
spectacular, just B-cups, but they're mounted on my over-developed pecs, 
so they're high and proud and look fantastic. I was wearing a V-neck 
shirt that day, unusual for me, so my cleavage was visible. At 5'10, 
he's quite a bit taller than my 5'5, so he got a great shot almost all 
the way down, which he didn't take advantage of. Such a gentleman! I 
think that's part of why I like him so much. 

He eventually stopped mumbling about whatever it was he thought he was 
talking about and got to the point. "So, ah, um, there's this new dance 
club opening downtown this weekend, and, um, I was wondering if you 
wanted to go." 

It's a good thing I like him, or at this point I could have begged out. 
Instead, I gave him my sweetest puzzled frown. "With you?" I asked. I 
watched him steel himself for rejection. I liked the way he squirmed, it 
was adorable. "Like, on a date?" His eyes darted left and right, 
wondering if anybody was watching us. Finally I had mercy. "Oh Steve, 
I'd love to!" 

"Really?" he asked. I smiled brightly and nodded my head. He looked 
relieved and pathetically happy, like a dog about to go on a walk. 
"Great, so, um, I'll pick you up tomorrow, like around seven?" I said 
sure and he fled. Watching him walk quickly away, I felt my crotch 
throb. Okay, girl, I told her. We're gonna have fun this weekend. 

I was wearing my favorite dress, a sexy black one that bared my arms and 
shoulders but covered my chest. It flowed down to my heels. Steve and I 
had ordered our food and he sat staring at his plate, every once in a 
while glancing at me. 

"You can stare. It's okay, I don't mind," I told him. He squirmed, 
embarrassed. He finally looked at me. I pursed my lips in a sexy pout. 
He started breathing harder. I inhaled, thrusting my chest out, and 
flexed my pecs, making my breasts dance up and down under my dress. I 
flexed my arms, slowly rotating them, letting him stare at every corded 
muscle. "What do you think, am I strong?" He nodded. "Stronger than 
you?" I brought my arms to my chest, expanding my biceps to their full 
flex, the mass of muscle stretching my skin. He nodded again. "I think 
so, too," I said. 

I extended my leg under the table until my foot rubbed against his shin. 
He jumped, startled, then settled down as my foot crawled higher up his 
leg. Up over his thigh, then I pointed my toes, pressing my toes firmly 
into his crotch. I felt what I wanted to feel. "You like my muscles, 
don't you?" I whispered. He nodded. 

"I think you're beautiful, Hannah," he said, looking at me in awe. 

She was going to start dripping soon. His lust for me excited her. I 
flexed my huge thighs, rubbing them together, the friction in my wide 
rotating hips nearly bringing me to orgasm. 

The food arrived, lasagna for me and some sort of weird pasta dish for 
Steve. She calmed down a bit, letting me think straight. We had usual 
dinner-time conversation, boring stuff, actually. Steve's a year ahead 
of me. He's really smart and told me about the colleges he had applied 
to. Harvard, Yale, MIT, the usual. I told him what a dummy I am, 
struggling to pass math. He laughed and said he didn't think I was dumb. 
He told me I was lovely. 

Lovely! I love you, Steve. 

I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair. He was surprised by 
my strength. I guess I'm stronger than I look, and I look very strong. I 
led him to the dance floor. 

"I don't really know how to dance," he said. 

I grinned at him. "You don't have to. You just move sexily." I started 
swaying, rocking my hips back and forth, slowly approaching him. I 
extended my arms around his neck and looked up into his eyes. 

"I think you've got the sexy part down," he said. 

"I know," I told him. I entwined my body around his, pulling him in 
close to me, thrusting my hips against his pelvis. We looked like we 
were having sex on the dance floor. 

In short, we looked like all the other "dancing" couples. 

My body guided him, dominating him, pushing him around the dance floor. 
His slender frame was agile, easily bending to my demands. My arms slid 
lower, embracing his ribs. I started to flex, pulling him in closer, 
feeling his ribs bend to my will. I could easily crush him right here. 
How little effort it would take to simply squeeze him to death, his back 
yielding to my superior arms, snapping his ribs like kindling against my 
chest...I was breathing hard and dripping, now. 

"Can't...breathe..." Steve whispered into my ear. Oops! I hadn't even 
noticed how much I was hurting him. It was so easy for me. I'd better be 
careful. I didn't want to break him. Not yet. 

"Sorry, honey, I just love feeling you against me so much. Let me know 
when I get carried away," I whispered into his ear. I nibbled at his 
lobe, pulling him down to me, gnawing on his ear. I stuck my tongue in, 
giving his ear a slow erotic tongue wash. His hardness poked against my 
hip and I smiled, my soft lips plush against his ear. My hard sensitive 
nipples dug into his chest. 

"I love how strong you are, I had no idea," he moaned into my ear. He 
ran his hands over my huge biceps, feebly trying to squeeze them, not 
able to make a dent. 

"I know," I whispered back. "I have to make an effort not to squeeze you 
too hard. You're just so cute!" I longed to feel my arms slicing through 
his middle, breaking his ribs, squishing his organs, blood erupting from 
his mouth onto my shoulder...Break him! she demanded. Not now, I told 
her firmly. 

We danced like that for hours, occasionally taking a break. My panties 
were thoroughly soaked. My pussy wanted him so much! I ground down on 
his thighs and hips all the time we danced, stimulating my clit against 
him, bringing myself to small orgasms. I teased him the whole time, 
keeping him hard, rubbing his erection again my hips and cupping it in 
my hands. 

"I didn't know you were so...sexual," he said when it was almost time 
for the club to close. The clock read 1:50. We had danced for four 
hours! I lost track of how many orgasms I had. 

"You're so handsome," I moaned into his ear. "I love feeling your soft 
weak little body against me, so frail. My huge muscles could break you 
so easily. Would you like that?" 

"What?" He looked scared. It was cute. 

"I want you, Steve!" I told him. I pushed my crotch into his. "She wants 
you, too." 

He still wasn't expecting me to be so overtly sexual. I was blowing him 
away. This was not the Hannah he knew from school! He liked it, though, 
I could tell he did. He liked me. 

I kissed him, a deep, dominant kiss. I pulled his head down, easily 
overcoming his puny resistance. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth. 
I chewed on his lips. 

"Wow," he said when I finally broke off the kiss. He gasped for air. No! 
I told her. It was an effort not to drag him to the floor and fuck him 
brainless right then. I gripped him firmly around the waist and nearly 
dragged him to his car, a nice blue Ford Probe. 

Once we were in the car I stroked his bulging crotch. He caught my hand 
in his and brought it up to his mouth. He kissed it. He reached over and 
stroked my cheek. I leaned in close to him and kissed his lips, sucking 
on them, raw animal passion in my eyes. He didn't push me away, he just 
resisted. Slow down, girl, I told myself. I pulled away slowly. 

"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he whispered. Tears of 
happiness filled my eyes. "And I love your muscles. I'm in awe of your 
body. You're so perfect! I think you're the strongest person I've ever 
met, guy or girl. I want you." I was so hot and horny, very ready for 
him. He could have taken me to the back seat at any point. I fantasized 
about it, about holding his pelvis in my big legs, feeling his bones 
snap in my thighs...I pulled myself back to the present. 

"But I don't just think you're pretty. I don't just want your body. 
You're so sexy and wonderful and sweet...I've thought about you every 
day since sophomore year, thought about what it would be like to be with 
you, to touch you, just to watch you. Your strength and beauty captivate 
me. I want to spend every moment with you." 

Tell me you wouldn't do anything for him after that! I told you he was 
sweet. It wasn't just a line, either, I know how he is with his 
girlfriends. 

We pulled up to my house. "Come in," I told him. He looked 
apprehensively at the dark house. I slid my hand along his thigh. "My 
parents are gone until Wednesday, some sort of business trip. Please 
come in." 

I let him into the house, turning on the lights as we made our way to 
the kitchen. "You want something to drink?" I asked. 

"Some water would be great. I'm thirsty," he said. I was, too; we 
sweated a lot at the club. 

I hopped onto the counter and sipped. I watched him. He looked around, 
at the refrigerator, the door, the counter...at everything but me. I 
slowly licked the rim of my glass. That got his attention. I flexed my 
arms, veins sticking out on bulging muscles. I extended my legs, hooking 
my feet around his backside, drawing him in to me. I put down my glass 
and licked my lips, grinning at him beneath my light brown hair. 

"You're aggressive," he said. 

I pulsed my thighs around his waist. "Is that bad?" I asked. 

"No, it definitely isn't," he said. His hands roamed over my dress, 
feeling the thick bulges of my thighs. I wrapped my arms around him, 
drawing him close. I kissed him again. I tried to break it off, but he 
suddenly grabbed the back of my head and kissed me back, sticking his 
tongue into my mouth. I accepted, sucking and licking his tongue. 

"So you wanna play rough, eh?" I said when he pulled out. 

"I don't think I could compete," he laughed. 

"No, you couldn't," I said. "I would snap you in two!" 

"I'll bet," he agreed. 

I grabbed the folds of his shirt and pulled, my big arms flexing, every 
striated muscle straining against my skin. The fabric tore easily in my 
grip and I flung the shredded remains of his shirt and undershirt to the 
floor. 

"Wow," he breathed. He lowered his head to my shoulders and licked and 
caressed my biceps. I loved the feeling of his soft warm lips on my hard 
muscles. I moaned and squirmed erotically, flexing my huge thighs, 
squeezing them into his hips. My hands roamed over his back, squeezing 
him, dominating him. He yelped as I squeezed. I ignored his pain, 
molding his soft body like putty in my strong hands. 

I pushed him upright and hopped to the floor. I scratched his chest and 
bit his nipples. 

"I think you are getting rough," he laughed. 

"You have no idea," I growled. "I want you!" 

"What, right here?" he teased. He backed away playfully. I stalked 
closer. 

"You want to see something? It might scare you," I said. 

"Okay," he said. 

I stood in the middle of the kitchen, concentrating. I flexed and 
flexed, willing my muscles to expand, breathing deeply in, flexing my 
biceps, my forearms, my bulging neck, my solid pecs, pushing my firm 
tits against the thin black fabric of my dress. My abs firmed up and 
developed deep striations, balling into eggs of muscle, the ridges 
strong enough to crush fingers. I should know, I've listened to many men 
scream as I've pulverized his hand in my abs. 

My incredibly powerful body expanded, muscles popping out of muscles. 
Slowly the tight fabric ripped, splitting down the back. I held my 
breath and focused, pushing, more, more, more! The dress was no match 
for my body. I let it fall to the floor. 

I stood before Steve in only my pumps and lacy white underwear. My huge 
upper-body was pulsing and rippling with power. I looked at him from 
lowered lids and smiled, a terrifying feral smile. He backed away, 
frightened. 

"Mine!" I growled and pounced. I wrapped my huge arms around him and 
easily held him in the air. He squirmed and whimpered, trying to escape 
my grip. He pounded on my huge biceps. I simply squeezed until he lost 
his breath. I felt my rippling biceps bend his ribs. "It would be so 
easy to break you," I said in a low, sexy voice. "I would just squeeze 
with a fraction of my strength. I'd enjoy listening to every rib crack." 
I let go with my right arm, holding him in the air with only my left 
bicep crushing into him. I lowered my hand to my panties, sliding them 
off, releasing her. My hard nipples pushed into his chest. 

"It's such a turn-on to hold you like this. You're helpless. I can do 
anything I want to you. What should I do? My nipples would love to feel 
your ribs snap under them. Oh, yessss, struggle, mmm, I love it when men 
do that." I bit my lip. "But I have to wait. She wants you, Steve. She 
wants you, and I'm going to feed you to her. Slowly. Painfully. I love 
listening to your screams. Scream!" I sent a jolt of power through my 
arm, almost snapping a rib. He tried to scream but didn't have enough 
air. 

I undid his pants, sliding them to the floor. I released his dick from 
his boxers. It stood at attention. It was huge! I had never seen such a 
monster. And it throbbed, waiting for me. All for me. He was scared 
shitless by me, but excited, too. I rubbed his tremendous cock over my 
muscle-engorged upper body. "You like this, don't you, like being 
controlled by a girl, like knowing I could break you at any moment. 
Could your big-titted Shannon do this?" I pulled his body all the way 
up, trapping his dick in my pecs and flexing them, squeezing his 
erection between my rock-solid muscles and firm breasts. 

"No," he gasped. I let him regain his breath, easily holding him aloft. 
He stroked my big arms and soft hair. "I had no idea you were so big, 
and so strong. You're huge!" He continued stroking me. I moaned. "I 
really like this, but you're not really going to hurt me, are you? I 
mean, break anything." 

I smiled up at him. "Fooled you, huh? I like this too, it's so easy. You 
feel light to me! I could hurt you really easily, couldn't I?" 

He nodded. "Yeah, be careful, please." 

I shifted my hands and slowly pressed him over my head with one hand on 
his chest, the other firmly gripping one of his legs. I pressed him up 
and down countless times. He looked down at the mountainous peaks of my 
biceps in awe. 

"Holy shit," he breathed. "How strong are you?" 

"Strong enough to break you. Strong enough to do whatever I want to your 
wimpy little body," I said huskily. I lowered him and put my mouth on 
his swollen dick. I gently sucked on the large head, feeling it throb in 
my soft lips. I slowly lowered him, bathing his enormous cock with my 
tongue. I lowered until I felt the tip bump into the back of my throat. 
I had a little over half his cock in my mouth. It must have been almost 
a foot long, and thick and meaty, too. 

I arched my neck, creating a tunnel with my throat. I lowered him until 
he as all the way in, the huge throbbing tip lodged deep in my bulging 
muscular neck. 

"Oh my God," he moaned. I swallowed, contracting my neck, pulsing the 
wall around the tip of his head. I felt it spasm in my throat, so close 
to releasing. I sucked painfully hard on his cock, squeezing the tip 
with my throat, pulsing my tongue along the shaft. 

"Noo I can't sstop..." he struggled to get free, but where could he go? 
I held him firmly in place and swallowed again. He released into me, the 
giant cock spasming uncontrollably as it released his hot fluid deep in 
my throat. I felt the slimy substance burn its way down to my stomach. 
Spurt after spurt blasted in the hot, tight confines of my throat. 

He tried to pull out after he blew his load, but I wouldn't release him. 
I kept sucking on his great cock. He yelped and writhed in pain; his 
cock was sensitive after its release and he didn't want me touching it. 
Too bad, I was the one holding him five feet off the ground. After a few 
minutes of pulsing my throat around the sensitive head, his refraction 
ended and he was hard again. Only then did I release him from my mouth, 
slowly raising him higher into the air. My slimy saliva coated his fat 
cock. 

"Mmm, you have such a wonderful dick. I had no idea it was so big," I 
moaned. I lowered him to my chest, cradling his naked body lovingly in 
my thick arms. His cock poked at my chest, leaving slime trails over my 
high firm tits. 

He looked embarrassed. "Well I don't exactly advertise it." 

I kissed the hard tip, letting my lips linger. "Why the big secret?" I 
asked. 

He laughed. "I'm nothing special, you know. I do okay. It's just when I 
make love I want to know you like me and not my little dude." 

So sweet! So adorable. "Aww," I breathed. "You are special, Steve, you 
have no idea." 

He stroked my cheek, smiling up at me. His other hand roamed my huge 
forearms and biceps, tracing over the veins and finally along my thick 
pecs and over my soft, sensitive breasts. "Well, thanks. You're not so 
bad yourself, Hannah." 

I grinned. "Oh, I'm pretty naughty. You really don't know how bad I am. 
I don't think you'd like it." 

"Try me," he said. I laughingly shook my head. 

"Can I ask a favor?" he said hesitantly. I nodded. "I hate asking this, 
since you just gave me the most fantastic blowjob I've ever had." I 
grinned. "It's just that I've never seen biceps like yours. They're so 
solid and big and smooth. I want to, well, it's a little embarrassing." 

I shifted his body so his lips were in reach of mine. I kissed him, a 
long, slow, lingering kiss. "Of course I'll give you a cepjob." He 
looked surprised. I laughed. "I know you like my muscles. You haven't 
exactly been subtle. You think you're the only one?" 

He frowned, looking hurt. "I'm sorry," I said. "You're the most 
wonderful man I've ever been with. I really do like you." I lowered him 
to the floor and kneeled in front of him. I released a huge gob of spit 
into my hand and rubbed along my massive right bicep and forearm. 

I slowly brought my arm up, flexing. The huge, hard peaks of my bicep 
almost met my thick vascular forearms. He pushed his fat head into the 
small space between my thick, corded biceps and striated forearms. He 
thrust, slowly at first, then faster as lust overtook him. I smiled up 
at him and saw his tongue hanging out, eyes rolled back into his head. I 
giggled. I flexed, squeezing his shaft tight, then relaxed. I repeated 
this flexing, gratified by his hard thrusting and moans of pleasure. 

His cock began to jerk and his thrusts became irregular. I reached over 
and firmly pressed the tip, forcing him to stop and wait. He moaned and 
struggled. I danced the muscles of my biceps while holding the tip. I 
realized from his uncontrollable thrashing that he was having an orgasm 
without cumming. I did that to him! It was so cool! 

I flexed hard, bringing my bicep and forearm together. He yelped in 
pain, begging me to stop. I ignored him, rolling his great fat cock 
between my bicep and forearm. It was getting all purplish and icky, so I 
stopped. 

I stood up. He collapsed into me. I easily supported his weight with my 
powerful arms. Now! she said. Now, I agreed. 

He looked at me. I gave him a savage, terrifying grin and dominantly 
kissed him, thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth. "I've been nice," I 
said. "Now it's time for me to be naughty." He grinned weakly, not 
knowing what I had in store. 

I tightened my arms around him. The rush started, the feeling of 
incredible power I get whenever I'm about to break a man. The knowledge 
that he can't escape, that I can do whatever I want to him and he can't 
stop me, it's such a turn-on. I was ready to hear Steve scream in pain 
now, to hear his begs for mercy as I crushed his puny body. Tonight 
would be extra special because Steve was special, so sweet and 
wonderful. It would be fun breaking him, crushing the perfect gentleman. 

I squeezed my arms around him, a python tightening her grip around her 
prey. Yes! she cried. She wanted to hear him break, to hear me crush him 
easily in my powerful, inescapable embrace. 

Steve was frightened by the look in my eyes and the increasing pressure 
of my arms. "Um, Hannah?" he said. "Hannah, this is starting to hurt. 
What are you doing? Hannah!" 

I jolted my arms, pulling my hands toward my chest with only his weak 
little body in the way, really nothing at all. 

I growled. "It's time to break you. I like you so much, this is going to 
be really fun." He started to thrash in my grip. "Struggle, try to 
escape. You can't." I felt his ribs bend against my firm tits. My 
aroused nipples dug into his stomach. She started dripping. The hot 
liquids felt so good against my inner thighs. Soon, you can feed soon, I 
told her. 

Snap! One of his ribs broke against my chest. He cried out. I laughed, 
swaying slightly, aroused by his cries of pain. I steadily increased the 
pressure, feeling two more ribs crunch against my mighty breasts. I 
pulsed my arms, toying with him. 

"I came so many times tonight, dancing with you, rubbing against you. 
You really are handsome. So sweet, too. I think I love you." He groaned 
in agony. I giggled, a carefree girlish laugh. 

I released him, letting him fall to the floor clutching his broken ribs. 
I kicked him so he was on his back, looking up at me in pain and fear. 
The terror in his eyes excited us. She rewarded me with a burst of raw 
pleasure. 

"W-why are you doing this?" he gasped out. "You don't have to. I'll do 
anything you want." 

I kneeled next to him and stroked his body with my thick powerful 
fingers. "I know you'll do whatever I want. But what I want is to feel 
you break, to hear your screams of agony. It turns us on more than 
anything. I don't think you'll freely give that. Fortunately I'm strong 
enough to take what I want from you." 

"Us?" he asked. He looked around, terrified. 

"My pussy," I said, stroking her. "We really like you. We want to feel 
you in her. She wants you to cum in her while I tear you apart." 

"You're crazy. You're a psychopath. Help! Help!" he cried out. 

I smiled sadly down at him. Why could they never understand? What she 
wants she gets. "You don't understand. The nearest house is a half-mile 
away, and they're gone, too. This will be fun. We'll enjoy it a lot." 

"What about me?" he asked. 

I paused, then reached up and cradled his pretty face. "Oh, you'll die, 
of course. But first we'll give you lots of pain. We like your pain. 
Men's screams excite us. Your death spasms, too. Oh, crushing you will 
be such a rush. Thank you!" 

"Oh God," he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. 

I nodded in approval, gasping slightly. "That's good. She likes your 
fear." 

"Why me?" he asked. 

"I like you, Steve," I said. "I like you a lot. You're so handsome and 
sweet." 

He wept, finally understanding. He knew struggling was useless. I had 
already demonstrated my complete physical superiority over him. I was 
done intimidating him; it was time for pain. I kneeled on his broken 
ribcage. He howled, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through my body. 

I held his genitals in my hand. He was still erect at the sight of my 
incredible body. It always amazes me how involuntary the male erection 
is. At this point I usually simply squeeze his cock and balls until they 
explode in a slimy gory mess that runs between my powerful clutching 
fingers. But his huge dick was wonderful; it would be a shame to ruin it 
like that. She wanted me to feed it to her so that she could mangle it. 
Okay, I told her. 

I lay down next to him, pressing my lips into his ear. "Good news," I 
whispered. "I've decided to lose my virginity to you." He didn't 
respond. That was no fun! I lifted his body off the floor with one hand 
and thrust my giant left leg under his midsection. I looped my right leg 
over his abdomen and hooked my ankles, grinding my thick, rock-hard 
thighs into his soft stomach. I stroked my own ridged abs. I bit his 
ear. He cried out. That was more like it! 

"Do you like me, Steve? Do you like my big muscles, my pretty face?" 

"Yes," he gasped out. 

I squeezed him in my deadly scissors. I wasn't even trying yet, just 
flexing my thick quads. Two more ribs crackled. I moaned. "You 
shouldn't, you know. I'm a baaaad girl. Do you like me?" 

"No," he whispered. 

"What?" I screamed at him. I clamped my legs higher on his body and 
nearly squeezed him in two. Four ribs crunched this time. He started 
coughing up blood. I watched him jerk and squirm as I crushed him, 
biting my lip, smiling. Oh yes, she liked this. I massaged my hard 
nipples, gasping slightly. 

I love this game. No matter what answer they give, it's always wrong, 
and I punish them. I remember breaking one man's back when he said he 
didn't want to eat me. Then he said he did, so I snuggled him against 
her and simply squeezed his skull in my thighs until it cracked, his 
oozing blood and brains tickling her and stimulating my clit. 

I slid my body around, mounting his huge pole. I felt it slide into me, 
then she grasped it, yanking it hard into her. Oooh, it felt so good. It 
filled her, pushing far into my body. Mmmm, I moaned. "I think you do 
like me. At least, little dude does," I teased him. His eyes were glassy 
and he started thrusting into me, each movement painful for him. Poor 
guy! Trying to fuck me after I broke his ribs. I squealed in delight at 
his gasps of pain. 

My hands closed on his butt, pulling him off the ground, up into my 
pussy, allowing me to close my huge thighs around his hips. We 
coordinated. When she crushed his dick, I would slowly squeeze his 
pelvis flat. I love being so strong! I can do whatever I want. Who's 
going to stop me? 

She pulsed against his dick, swallowing his greatness, engulfing it, 
squeezing it so hard it hurt him. I grasped his head and pulled his head 
up to my chest, enjoying his screams of pain. She enjoyed his pain, too; 
she was dripping on him, marking his crotch as hers until he died, hours 
from now. 

"Lick my nipples," I demanded. "Make me cum or I'll crush your skull in 
my bare hands." I once tried that to see if I could actually do it. I 
could, but it was slow and painful. The guy had jerked and spasmed quite 
charmingly. It took me almost fifteen minutes to squash his head flat 
between my hands. I'm guessing he was in pain the whole time. At least, 
that's what I imagine when I remember it. 

Steve licked and sucked on my nipples. Every once in a while I'd squeeze 
my thighs together until I heard something crackle. He would gasp into 
my nipple, vibrating it, lighting my brain on fire with pleasure. I 
crushed him for hours, my pussy crushing his dick whenever he was close 
to release. His pelvis was getting soft and squishy. She was close now, 
so close. 

He bit my nipple. I gasped, then my world exploded. She yanked his dick 
so hard she almost tore it off, squeezing and crushing it until his 
beautiful cock was a pulpy mess. He came in her, the semen forcing its 
painful way out. The hot load added to her pleasure and mine. I 
involuntarily flexed my massive quads, squashing what was left of his 
pelvis. She spurted onto him, a filmy clear liquid. Female ejaculation 
it's called; I looked it up. Not all women can do it. I'm so proud of 
her! 

I fell down on top of him, moaning. Oh my God! That was incredible! I 
looked down at my legs. His pelvis was a pulpy, purplish-red bleeding 
mess. My thighs were covered in gore and bits of what I guessed had been 
his hip-bones. She spit him out, and I saw the damage she had done to 
his member. I winced. That's gotta hurt! Mmhmm, she agreed, sending me 
another jolt of pleasure. His huge gorgeous cock was just a purple 
bleeding mess like the rest of his middle. I stroked my thighs in 
admiration and pleasure. I'm really strong! It always amazes me how much 
stronger I am than the men I kill. 

My fingers moved to her demanding lips, stroking her. I sucked in my 
breath, writhing on top of his broken body. I felt so powerful and so 
tremendously sexy! I plunged a few fingers in, feeling her pulse against 
them, teasing me, letting me know she could and would crush my own 
fingers. 

I brought my cum-soaked fingers to my lips and thoughtfully sucked on 
them as I looked down at his barely-conscious form. I trailed a couple 
of slimy fingers over his lips and nose. 

My nipples wanted more. I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him 
tight against me. Squish him flat! my nipples and pussy demanded. I 
hugged him tighter and tighter, my huge lats flaring along my back, 
broad shoulders and massive biceps working together to appease my sex 
drive. My nipples dug into his chest, pleasure singing along my nerves. 
I pulled, squashing him. 

"You're dying," I whispered in his ear. "There's not a hospital in the 
world that could keep you alive now. I took you over the edge, baby." I 
squeezed, feeling his breastbone slowly collapse. I bit his lips, 
savoring the taste of his blood. I grunted and pulled, compressing his 
chest, squeezing him, feeling what was left of his skeleton crackle 
against me. My hands snapped his spine, my powerful chest drove right 
through his weak front. I pulled until I could fondle my own chest with 
only his pulpy blood and skin in between. My blood-soaked fingers 
stroked my nipples through the remains of his chest. 

It was done; he was dead. I looked into his lifeless eyes and giggled. I 
leaned down and kissed him, slowly and tenderly. "Mmm, that was 
wonderful, lover," I said. I was glad I lost my virginity to him 
tonight. This morning, actually, the sun was coming up. 

He could feel no more pain. There was no more pleasure to take from him. 
I stretched my huge gory limbs, watching the muscles dance under the 
stained-red skin. I felt sated, content, happy. 

I'll have to clean up now, of course, make sure there's no evidence of 
what I did to him. There will be stories to make up about how he dropped 
me off and I didn't see him again. His car to dispose of. I think I'll 
push it into the river, just to be melodramatic. Maybe I'll leave his 
corpse in there. 

"What do you think, Steve?" I asked him. I stroked his pretty cheek, 
cleaning away the blood. "Is it a good plan?" I can almost hear him say 
yes. 

"I think that no matter how many men I crush, you'll always be my 
favorite. She agrees. 

"You're so wonderful, Steve. I love you. I really enjoyed it. If you 
weren't dead, I could marry you. Will you marry me, Steve?"