THE ASSASSIN'S ARENA OF DEATH
By Kandor
This is one of an ongoing series of stories about an all-female assassination company
(This is one of an ongoing series of stories about an all-female
assassination company. Bear in mind these stories were done for someone
who loves feet, foot torture and incredibly violent, ball-busting type
death. In particular, this story also features women destroying giant
men. If you find yourself getting squeamish from, or too turned on by
these stories, don't worry about it, it's only fantasy....)
Kim danced around the arena, kicking up little tornadoes of dust in
the dirt as she did, her bare feet sliding effortlessly back and forth
and all around as the man before her eyed her carefully.
She was laughing, giggling, carrying on for all the world like they
were at a high school dance or something, she teasing him with her
beauty, he not sure what to make of it. He licked his lips as he watched
the busty blonde's creamy tits bounce up and down on her gently muscled
ribcage and abdomen, the large brown nipples erect and pointing at him
as they did. She's randomly do a couple of cartwheels, just to throw him
off, her smooth legs spreading as she did, her neatly trimmed bush
parting quickly to reveal pink moistness beneath.
He wanted to make his move, but he didn't dare. He knew why he was
here, why she was here, and what the final outcome was supposed to be.
But he was trying to avoid that as he was trying to avoid falling trap
to her deadly charms. His cock stirred in his jockstrap, betraying his
practicality. He tried to will it down, but now Kim was standing on one
foot, extending the other toward him, pretty painted toenails, bright
red, aimed at his face. She rotated the foot, flexing her linear calf
muscle. Long striations of foot sinew ran from her toes to her slender
ankle, which she held in one hand. Perfectly balanced. A gifted athlete.
And a deadly one.
"C'mon, you big jack stud, c'mon, come and get it," she cooed
through pursed lips. "You know you want this foot, right? You want me to
rub it in your face, you want to run your tongue all over it, you want
to suck my toes, lick them clean, hmmm? I can tell, you know. I can
always tell. Look at you. Look at that!"
Kim smiled, pointing her foot directly at his crotch. His thick
cock was in full blossom now, 9 inches packed obscenely into a too small
jock, the monstrous head of it poking up and out and scraping his belly,
leaving a trail of precum goo from the white fabric to his navel. He
shut his eyes. Willed it down, or tried to. It got harder.
"It wants me, it wants its mommy," Kim said, shuffling forward on
one foot, slowly nudging the held-up foot into his crotch, her toes
poking the meaty head. "Betcha I can make you come just like this."
He opened his eyes and looked down. Sweat dripped off his burly
forehead, down his hairy chest, onto his cock and her foot. The salty
lubricant made it easier for Kim to spread wide her toes and take the
head of his meaty prick inside, scissoring it between her big toe and
the one next to it. Her calf muscle flared as she worked. She looked at
him, licked her lips. He sweat some more.
"Good, isn't it?" she hissed. "You like me moving my foot up and
down, squeezing that big cock in my toes, huh? Gonna make you come, you
know, I'm gonna make that big piece of prick shoot a load like you've
never shot a load, and you know why? Because you love feet, you love MY
feet, and no woman has ever jerked you off in her toes before,
especially someone like me, beautiful, a supermodel. Yeah, that's it, a
supermodel's toes are clamped on your cock, wonderboy, jacking you! You
love it, too, look at you leak!"
He looked down. His cockhead was a bubble of clear fluid as the
precum rippled out of him and onto her toes. The slimy goo lubed her
foot up but good and the jack off she was giving him took on heightened
proportion. He held his hands out to the side, fighting it, in vain. He
felt his balls knot up and his ears blocked out the crowd noises.
And there was crowd noise, thousands of people in the coliseum,
cheering loudly. Mostly, they were women egging on the women in the
arena. There were men, too, but only as slaves, slave-husbands, slave-
boyfriends, just plain slaves. Some of the women sat, their feet crossed
on the backs of their slaves as they knelt before them in footstool
position. Other women stood, grinding their feet into the balls and/or
faces of their slaves, jumping up and down to cheer the action in the
arena below. Still others sat back, getting foot massages by hand or
mouths or both from their slaves. The occasional woman would be found
footfucking her slave deep in his ass.
The methods varied, the philosophy did not: Women ruled here, by
the foot. Simple.
And the action in the ring heated up, as beautiful Kim, gorgeous
and blonde, was standing on one foot, the other wrapped around the man's
cock, jacking him off. She picked up the pace now; she wanted final
action and she wanted it badly. All the girls did, by this point. They
would near the end and they wanted the thing that would put them over
the orgasmic edge. And it was not the man's orgasm. It was something
very much beyond that.
"YEAH!!" Kim shouted as the man convulsed as he stood straight up,
quivering, and unleashed a gallon of nutsauce so hard and fast it jetted
up to splash his own face. "COME!!!"
The crowd went nuts, women jumped up and down so hard on their
slaves' balls the men passed out. Kim kept jerking and jerking and the
man shot some more, a thick river of white-hot spew running in clumps
down from his face, over his chest, her foot and up her slim ankle. By
the time she let go of his cock, he was totally spend and staggered back
a bit. She steadied him.
"Time to die," she told him simply.
"But...but the rules were if you didn't win, I'd have my freedom?"
he said imploringly. "We fought, but you didn't win! I didn't either,
and you just jerked me off? What the hell does that mean?"
Kim smiled.
"It means you lost," she said, slowly peeling down his come-soaked
jockstrap and bringing it to her face to smell and take a quick lick of
still warm spunk, which she then traced along his lips as she stood
close. "You come, you lose. I win. You die. Get the picture?"
Panic set in his face and he quickly backed away - only to be
reeled back in by the nuts, which Kim had expertly encircled with her
hand.
"I said, time to die," she growled into his terrorized face. "Now
DIE!!"
And she put the pressure on, slowly and surely, tightening her
grip, squeezing his nuts in her palm and strong fingers until his high-
pitched screams could be heard over the shrieking of the women in the
crowd. Kim then executed a slide kick, taking his feet out from under
him. He crashed to his back in a cloud of dust and she remained standing
- his nuts still in her hand.
The crowd went wilder now as they saw a thin ribbon of nut flesh
stretch from her hand to his balls, a distance of a good three feet. He
was delirious on his end, head shaking from side to side, drool flying
from his mouth, tears washing his moaning face. Kim spun around and face
sat him now, grinding her sweaty asshole right onto his nose, impaling
it with his snout. He cried out but his moans were muffled by hot pussy.
She scooted her legs forward, let go of his nuts with her hand, and
clamped her soles together on the wounded meat of his swollen balls. Kim
grunted and put on incredible pressure, squashing her feet together and
mashing his nuts to paste between them. She heard one pop, then another;
she'd ruined him for life - which wouldn't be much longer.
Now she moved her feet up and crashed them down, heel first, into
the ruined nutsack that used to contain his balls. He was barely alive
under her suffocating ass and blubbered softly. The drilling of Kim's
pretty feet drove whatever nuts remained deep up inside his body until
only his soft prick hung down - which she then mashed to blood with the
heels. Somewhere toward the end of all this, amid the kicking and the
pounding and the facesitting and the women in the crowd going wild, the
man's lungs filled with blood from the beating, his heart stopped and he
died with a quiver and twitch that only served to heighten the orgasm
Kim was showering his dead face with.
She finally got up and faced the crowd, which was hysterically
crying in insane cheers. They loved Kim, they loved the arena, they were
so much into it, a few of the women inadvertently stepped so hard on
their slaves' balls and necks, they killed them, too.
But that was the way of life in the Assassin's Arena of Death. And
there was much more to come this day, much, much more....
"Things look good down there, very well executed, so to speak,"
Suze said, looking out of the window at a proud Kim parading around
before her admirers, her feet bloody and full of her victim's nut
juices. "Very well indeed."
Two slaves groveled at her feet, caressing her long calves,
massaging her sandal-clad feet. As she moved, they moved; they where
chained to her and had no choice. She talked to Vanessa, her beautiful
second in command, who was sitting in a plush office chair in Suze's
office.
"Yes, the women are doing quite well in the arena of late," the
blonde said, her leg crossed, foot bouncing into the balls of a slave
kneeling before her. "Hasn't been a winner of freedom in months. And
with the current crop of girls from the school, it doesn't look likely
there will any for some time to come."
Suze smiled broadly. "Excellent," she hissed, stepping back to take
a slave's cock under her foot and grind it into the hard floor below as
he tried to scream through his ball-gag. "Could be time for it, you
know. This crop looks like it may be able to handle it."
Vanessa smiled.
"He's never lost, you know, not in your tenure, not in the tenure
of our director before you," she said, her big toe lost in the crushed
nut meat of her groaning slave.
"Then it is time," Suze said, stepping off the slave's cock to
unleash a brutal front kick to his face, smashing his nose and bloodying
it. She snapped her fingers and two more slaves ran in, unleashed the
broken, crying man from Suze, and escorted him out - to the ring below.
Another slave was quickly escorted in and chained to the school
director. He immediately began licking at her feet.
"I'll tell the others," Vanessa said, popping her toes from the
slave's ball package, leaving him groaning on the floor in Suze's
office. "They'll be ready. Any idea who should do the honors?"
"Any of them are ready, I suppose," Suze said. "Gabby, Kate, with
those big, long toes, lovely feet on that girl...Paulina, Elle, even
Deanna. Pick one and go with it. If this works out, we'll drag out the
really big gun."
Vanessa's eyes lit up. "I'd like a crack at that myself. Six-foot
cocks are not easy to come by."
Suze smile. "Maybe it will be you and I, then," she said. "I
haven't fought in awhile."
"I'd be honored," Vanessa said.
Suze laughed and waved her away with a brush of the hand.
"That's later," she said. "Now, ready the manbeast!!"
It was years ago the society was formed, this band of deadly women
in a land ruled by deadly women. Men were tossable, loseable
commodities. They were bred for service and for their huge cocks and
balls because big genitalia meant big targets, and in this society, men
died by ball torture, mainly. The women used their feet to kill, for the
most part, and could castrate a man with one swipe of her sharpened
toenails.
But they seldom did it that quickly. Took the sport out of it, they
said. They'd torture their men, slay them slowly, make them ingest their
feet, lick their toes, feel the wrath of their lower bodies. They were
expert in the use of kicks, karate, martial arts, and could also
decapitate a man with just one foot. There were a few of them, the
bigger, more muscular girls, who could - and would - slice a man's head
off in the scissors of her big thighs.
Suze ran the assassin school, an offshoot of which was the Arena of
Deadly Women, were battles were fought daily by men eager to get their
freedom. Few won. And when they lost, they died. They knew what their
lot was going in, most of them. A few didn't, and that made it more
interesting.
Like the man in the arena now, doing battle with Christy. She was
all business, in her black leather thong, and matching sandals that
laced up her calves, gladiator style, and push up bra. He was a laughing
fool. He had heard from the others what would happen if he lost. He
didn't believe them.
"C'mon, little girl, you wanna fuck me up?" he said, leaning his
chin forward, in the dare-to-hit-me position as Christy circled him
slowly, unsmiling. "Take your best shot, then I'll kick your fucking
smelly ass and I'm outta here."
"Oh, you're outta here all right," she growled. "On a stretcher."
He laughed and left his chin out, pointing to it, putting his hands
behind him. The crowd went wild, egging Christy on.
"Peg him one with your foot, honey!"
"Nail him with your knee!!"
"Mash his face in your fists, beautiful!!"
Christy smiled - and launched. He never saw her move. The only
thing he did see was a wash of hot red over his face.
She'd leaped from a standing start, both feet blasting off his
face, the hard leather of her sandals crushing his nose back against his
face. He was flattened, his nose and mouth covered in blood even before
he hit the dirt. Christy walked up to him slowly and smiled. He felt his
face in trembling fingers and began to cry.
"You...you cunt..." he whimpered. "You can't do this to me!"
"Can, have and will," Christy said calmly, reaching down to unlatch
the bottom part of her sandal, leaving her sole naked but a thin strip
of black leather between her toes and running up around her muscled
calves.
Christy laid him down again with a brutal sidekick to the throat,
the knife edge of her left foot blasting him in the Adam's Apple. He
flopped back, gagging and clutching his throat. She walked over and
stood, straddling his face. She lifted a foot and fitted it on his face,
jamming his busted nose in the pinch between the ball of her foot and
the toes.
"Lemme reset that honker for you, it's a fucking mess," Christy
laughed, going to work on him.
The crowd hushed to hear the sound and were not disappointed. The
horrible grinding sound of cartilage could be heard all the way up into
the cheap seats, as Christy twisted, turned, tweaked and pulled his
busted nose all over his face, snapping it back into place and then
popping it out again, until it was nothing but a mass of blood and
permanently damaged sponge. With her other foot, she ground her toes
into his jock, finding his nuts and pinching them in the same area of
that foot, mashing his balls up into a thin wrinkle of crushed tender
tissue.
The crowd screamed as they watched the deadly amazon work her
magic, one foot mauling his crying, bloodied face, the other pulling and
kneading his wounded ball meat. His hands flopped to the sides,
uselessly, his breath coming in labored gasps. Finally, she raised her
hands to the crowd.
"Life?" she screamed to the women, who booed raucously.
"Or DEATH!!!" she hollered to the screams of approval of the crowd.
"Goodbye, loser," she said, bending over to look into his face
between her blood-soaked toes.
He looked up, his eyes begging mercy. She stepped over them,
digging her toes into the sockets until he screamed as his eyes popped
free of them and rolled away in the dust. The women went insane, some of
them having orgasms from the sight of Christy toe fucking the dying
man's eye sockets. Her other foot so completely mauled his nuts that the
toenails sliced deep into the tenderized flesh, leaving them nothing but
ribbons of torn meat. Her other foot, the heel, dug into his jaw,
snapping it, cracking teeth and bending his distended jawbone back
against his throat. She was destroying his face with just one foot,
mashing it to a pulp, distorting and rendering it unrecognizable. Bone,
teeth and blood gurgled in the man's throat and he choked to death on
his own broken remains.
Christy paraded around the perimeter of the arena, arms raised to
the cheers of the throngs. On her way, she'd boot ahead of her the two
eyeballs she'd just liberated from her victims face.
Deep in the bowels of the arena, the man-beast growled, egged on by
the cheers of the crowd. The huge, 8-foot-tall creature put back his
great shaggy, apelike head and howled. Monstrous claws clutched the bars
of his cage, threatening to bend them, his chest heaving with sweaty,
hairy muscle. His legs bowed to either side, his paw-like feet planted
wide as he shook his cage violently.
Two female guards smiled as they watched him. Two other women were
above the cage, in the catwalk area, leading a very frightened man on a
chain. He screamed when he saw the man-beast below, who was looking up
at him now, a gruesome, drooling smile on his toothy face. One of the
women unlocked the top gate to the cage, which was high above the floor,
making it impossible for the beast to climb up. The man struggled, but
lost to a pair of brutal sidekicks from the women. He plummeted into the
cage below. The beast howled.
In the arena, another battle was taking place, but none that
matched the intensity of screams coming from within the old structure.
The crowd listened appreciatively. They knew that howl, and as the man-
beast tore his victim limb from limb, leaving nothing but a bloodied -
and still living - torso on the cage floor as he ate the arms and legs
first, they relished the thought of the battle to come.
The man groveling at Carol's feet was trying his best to win his
freedom by waging a battle - with his tongue. He knelt, face in the
dirt, his tongue wiggling over the toes of the leggy supermodel. Carol
stood, arms folded on her lovely chest, long hair cascading over slender
shoulders. She wore tight jean cut offs and tube top, her lean legs
glistening with sweat in the hot sun.
"Lick them clean, slave boy," she said down at him, pointing her
toe to flex her foot muscles in his trembling hand. "Get in there and
suck the grime out from between my pretty toes. Yeah, that's it, that's
right, service my feet..."
He'd already lost a battle with her, a physical one. He'd gamely
tried to fight her, but Carol's long legs and dominating ass proved his
undoing. She'd done a handspring and vaulted right over him, landing
with her legs around his head, ass first. They crashed to the dirt and
she had him in a reverse facescissors, his face engulfed in the sweaty
warmth of her assmeat that was exposed in the tiny cutoff shorts. She
laced her pretty feet together and hunkered down, exploding her slender
inner thigh muscles in a squeezing frenzy along his face and neck,
suffocating him in ass. In minutes, as the crowd cheered, she'd
shattered his jawbones in her scissors and broken his nose in the deadly
clamp of her asscrack. Now she had climbed off him and was making him
suck clean the dirt from her soiled toes, which he was doing with great
pain due to his fractured face bones.
Carol didn't care. She'd occasionally stand back and deliver a
brutal front kick with the top of her slender foot right to the jaw,
busting it more. He'd roll to his back, screaming in pain and she'd
shove a foot down his throat.
And that's where she was now. He was on his back, she was standing
on his chest with one foot, the other pointing right down his throat,
filling his mouth with foot and toes, choking him.
"Feel my toes scrape the back of your throat, dead man, huh, do
you?" she demanded, glaring down at him. "Feel your busted jawbones
distend and dislocate from the pressure of me filling your mouth with
foot? Mmmmmm, lick it, that's it, I wanna feel the dirt from my stinky,
sweaty toes and feet slide down your throat!! Taste it, taste my feet!!"
She tortured him a few moments longer and then pulled her soggy
foot from his mouth. He was barely breathing, unable to through a face
so badly mangled. She yanked him up by the hair and slammed him in a
reverse headlock, her slim arm grinding his neck at her side, his face
sticking out the back, just over the swell of her magnificent ass.
"Want more foot?" she teased, feeling him shake his head 'no', or
try to in her tight arm clamp. "Of course you do!! Here it is!!"
With that, she swept up her opposite foot behind her, bending it up
and back and brutally slapping his trapped face with the sole. The soft
flesh of Carol's long foot repeatedly slammed into his busted face,
bloodying his nose further, thick rivers of red running down her foot as
it hit the face, the curve of her sexy ass awash in the stuff. Again and
again, she swept that foot back, powered by the creamy hamstring muscle
flexing in the back of the thigh, crashing into his face with sickening
thuds again and again and again.
"....7....8....9....10..." Carol screamed, counting the kicks as
she slowly dismantled his face under the ceaseless foot barrage.
"...11...12...13..!!"
The crowd picked it up now, the chorus of female voices shrill in
the hot air.
"...14...15...16...17!!!" they cried as Carol smiled, slapping,
slapping, slapping her gorgeous foot into the trapped man's face, which
was unrecognizable by now as a face. "...18...19...20...!!"
On and on it went, and slowly, other killers came out, Paulina,
Kathy, Carla, walking around the arena, clapping hands high, urging the
crowd to count higher, louder, faster. They obliged.
"34...35...36...37!!!" they screamed as Carol grit her teeth and
picked up the pace now, slamming her foot up into his face at lightening
speed to keep up.
On and on it went, the man's face a mask of red and now-exposed
bone and tooth. He wasn't dead yet, but to be sure, Paulina went up
behind him and reached between his legs to pull his nut package back and
out. Kathy smiled and jumped, scissoring her legs together and smashing
his balls between the slamming surfaces of the top of one of her feet
and the sole of the other, a flying scissor ball smash. She hit the dirt
and rolled away, coming up all smiles as she heard the man's high-
pitched shriek through the mask of gore that obliterated his face.
"C',mon, Carol, keep kicking, keep kicking," Kathy said, walking to
the front of the beautiful supermodel and into her determined face. "You
can do it."
"Oh, I know I can do it, I can kill any man with my feet, you know
that, Kath," Carol said, huffing for air now. "I've done this before,
took about 150 blows, as I recall. I wanna beat my record!!"
"Then kick harder, girl, swing that leg up, smash that pretty
little foot harder into his fucking face!" Paulina yelled encouragingly.
They walked around the arena again, egging the crowd on, clapping
hands. Carol continued to swing her foot up, the sole smashing into what
was supposed to be the man's face but looked like something out of a
horror movie.
"112....113...114!!" the crowd yelled, louder and stronger and the
whole arena vibrated with their voices, sending tremors through the dirt
and up Carol's powerful legs. Her pussy tingled, she was getting closer
just from the crowd's support.
"150...151...152..." they screamed.
Kathy delivered another flying foot scissor smash to his gonads. He
didn't move. Carol stopped and they took his pulse. He was dead, the
girls gave the signal, and the crowd went insane. Carol was lifted up on
the shoulders of her two comrades and waltzed around the arena to the
screams of thousands of appreciative women.
This one was the most challenge yet for Gina. The exquisite beauty
had fought her share of tough men, but this was the toughest yet. He
just wouldn't go down and she was giving him the beating of his life.
He was a big bastard, 6-6 or so, but the thrashing she was dishing
out with her lovely feet would have killed a more mortal man. She
started out low, chopping at his legs with her naked feet, trying to
knock him off his moorings, but he took every blow with a grimace and
quiet resolve not to go down.
And it got worse. At one point, Gina had wrapped her own strong
legs around his, in a figure-four hold of sorts, and put on ungodly
pressure until she heard and felt his lower leg snap. She'd busted his
leg in her legs and he still stood up, staggering, but up. Now she'd go
low again, lashing out with the sole of a strong foot, pummeling the
broken part of that leg until the whole area was purple with blood
beneath the skin. And he still stood.
"You're a tough prick, I'll give you that," she muttered, as she
circled him now.
She aimed high for a switch of tactics, her long leg lashing out in
an upward thrust, the knife edge of it slamming his throat, smashing his
Adam's Apple. He gurgled and staggered back. Again, Gina went high,
crouching low to thrash up and out, crunching his throat again. And
again. He stood, broken and groggy, but standing still.
She knelt before him, took his huge soft prick in her hands. She
looked around at the crowd. They hollered instructions.
"Pull the fucker off!!"
"Chew it, eat it up, spit it out!!"
"Hang from his nuts!!!"
Gina laughed and looked up at the man. He looked down through
watery eyes, his breath coming in crackling gasps.
"I owe you this," she said calmly and made the entire length of his
hardening prick disappear inside her mouth.
The crowd oohed and ahhed as the huge cock grew in Gina expert
mouth massage, a full 14 inches long and 9 inches thick, the biggest
cock this arena had seen in years. The women who had men immediately
started jerking their slaves' cocks to life and began fucking them on
the steps of the stadium. Gina looked around and laughed as she jacked
off the monster cock in her face.
"OK, lover boy, fill me up," she said, standing up and bending over
before him, spreading her sexy asscheeks in her hand and guiding his
huge prick to her open pussy. "Let's see if this can bring you to your
knees!"
He slammed it in with one stroke and she groaned at the sudden
pleasurable intrusion that delivered the head of his massive meat, or
felt like it did, to the back of her teeth. He hammered her hard and
strong, his big hands grabbing her slim hips, thundering her ass with
his thrusts, the meat of her silky butt a flowing fleshy wave.
"That's it, big boy, pound-fuck me, it'll be your last," she
growled back over her shoulder. "I've trained my vaginal muscles for
years, you know..oh, you wouldn't know that, but you will. I can unscrew
bolts with my cunt, squeeze the seeds from a cucumber..and crush a man's
cock inside my pussy!!!"
The man's eyes popped open as Gina suddenly bore down with brute
force on her pinching cunt muscles. He was trapped up to the balls
inside her and felt liquid heat envelop his big prick, the slice of
flesh garroting his huge wand.
"Yeah, that's it, leave it waaaaay up inside, lemme milk you dry,
asshole," she growled, bending over to grab her ankles and pulsate her
insanely tight cuntal muscles on his trapped rod. "Feel that? Feel the
muscles grinding your cock? I love big cocks for this, it makes my job
sooo much easier!!"
Gina started hunching back now, slowly gobbling up the last few
inches of his cock...and going for his balls. The man tried pulling off,
but the grip on his cock was too tight, and his leg was throbbing badly.
Gina chewing pussy reached his nuts. She slipped her hands up under her
and him and latched onto the hanging, hairy orbs.
"In you go!!" she growled.
She opened her pussy muscles for just an instant, long enough to
brutally use her long fingers to stuff every part of his massive balls
inside and then let them slam shut again. A torrent of white-hot agony
shot up the man's middle and into the pain receptors of his brain,
forcing his head back and making him howl in agony. Gina kept fucking
now, the pussy muscles tighter than ever, grinding his balls to mush
around his huge cock, which itself was getting smaller around due to the
tight constriction of her deadly cunt.
Gina smiled. She gripped his entire genital package deep inside her
chewing pussy and now undulated her creamy white ass back on him,
thrusting it back and forth, quivering the meat of her rippling butt,
swallowing him up with every sexy wave of rump flesh. He looked down in
horror; nothing remained that he recognized as his cock or balls, all of
it was stretched up inside the woman squeezing it in her pussy. Only a
thin rope of flesh attached him to it - and her.
And that didn't stay much longer. Gina thundered her grinding ass
down on him one last time, putting on a ferocious clamp of those
monstrously muscular pussy walls - and they sliced through him clean as
a whistle, severing his entire genital package inside her. He staggered
back, open-mouthed, as a silent scream tried to come out. He looked
down, a river of red jettisoning from his cock stump, splashing in a
bloody spray of dust and liquid three feet away.
Gina stood triumphantly, his cock and balls snug inside her. She
walked over to him where he still stood, eyes rolled up in his big
skull, hands crossed vainly over his crotch trying to stop the fire-hose
flow of blood from where his manhood once stood.
"I got something you want," she growled, poking his chest with her
finger. "Lay down and you can have it back."
She pushed and he easily toppled over, crashing to his back, his
head lolling from side to side, rapidly going white as his blood poured
from him. Gina quickly squatted over his face and raised her arms to the
crowd.
"Shall I feed him!!!!!!!?????" she roared.
The crowd whipped itself into a frenzy answering yes, and Gina
smile, contracted her deadly cunt, and out plopped the man's still-stiff
cock and hairy balls, right inside his open mouth. Gina slithered
herself down, grinding her fatal snatch onto his face, snapping her
asshole over his nose, her pussy on his mouth, forcing his cock and nuts
down his throat. He died, from loss of blood and a gullet full of his
genitals.
It took 20 minutes for attendants to clean up the gore in the
middle of the arena. It took 20 minutes more for the cheering to die
down.
The manbeast stirred in his cage, picking over the bones of the man
he'd been fed hours ago. The meal wasn't a meal, it was a tease, to whet
his appetite, and it had worked. The manbeast wanted more, and he wanted
it now. Angry, he rattled his cage and howled. The crowd heard it and
began to chant.
"Gruneau...Gruneau...Gruneau..." the women chanted loudly so the
beast would hear its name, taken from the man who created it in a lab
experiment that resulted with the inventor being shredded and eaten by
his creation.
Attendants slid open the huge iron gate that led to the passageway
to the arena. Gruneau sloughed off toward the dim lit at the end,
squinting as he neared the opening, having been in near darkness most of
his life. His huge paw-like hands scraped the earth as he shuffle-ran up
the entryway, eager for battle, eager for blood, male or female. It
mattered little to him. He'd never lost.
He burst into the center of the arena to the shrieks and hoots of
women, who appreciated seeing the manbeast as much as the 36-inch cock
that hung between his hairy thighs. Gruneau was technically half-man,
half-ape and could therefore could have human emotions. He knew the
cheers were for him. He flashed what could pass for a grin, a smile
spreading across the leathery features of his humanoid face, raising his
ape-like arms to the crowd, his huge cockhead lifting off the dusty
floor of the arena in the process.
Deanna Jansen stepped out of the dark at the far side of the arena
and the crowd went insane. The long, black-haired beauty was a crowd
favorite, and looked lethal and gorgeous in her heavy leather bra and
panties, and steel-toed black leather boots, high cut, up around mid-
calf. She had deadly lower limbs and used them to great effect, either
to kick an opponents nuts to mist or scissor-squeeze his head right off
his shoulders. Or both. Deanna was equal in her dispensation of death.
But this would be a battle of far different proportion. She'd
fought only men before, but as she approached Gruneau, she felt no fear,
only a tingling in her leather clad pussy at the impending orgasm that
would be hers once the battle was won. There was no 'if'. It was 'when'.
Gruneau sensed her confidence and swelled to his full 8-foot
height, baring his drooling fangs high above her, arcing his arms above
his head, claw-nails scraping each other. Deanna shrugged and steeled
herself for the fight. The crowd hushed.
Gruneau lurched forward and Deanna scooted between his legs to the
other side. He whirled to face her and lurched again, and she evaded the
rush once more. He was big and would tire easily and after a few more
rounds like this, he slowed a bit.
Deanna took the advantage, jumping up on his back, snaking her long
lean legs around his hairy middle and pulling him into a full nelson to
immobilize his huge arms and claw-fingers. She locked up her leather
boots and squeezed, slicing the powerful bodyscissors deep into his
ribs, the strong thigh muscles punishing the bone.
But it wasn't enough, not yet. Gruneau was big, genetically
designed to withstand a lot of pain and although Deanna had literally
broken men in two with her scissors, she wasn't making a dent in the
beast.
"C'mon, you big fucking lug," she growled into his ear, bending his
head down in her full nelson as her legs chewed at his sides. "I'm
giving it everything!!"
Gruneau started to waver a bit, from side to side. Deanna's lethal
legs were slicing into vital arteries inside somewhere, compressing
blood flow and making him stagger. She grit her teeth and redoubled her
scissor power, but he wouldn't go down. Her legs finally tired and she
slid off, to the disappointed groans of the crowd.
"I saw her snap a man's spine in those thighs once," a woman in the
crowd whispered to a friend. "I hope she hasn't lost it."
"She needs to go after those balls, they're big enough," the friend
whispered back, as the crowd sensed Deanna was at a loss, or at least a
draw.
Deanna ran and leaped and ended up standing atop the giant's
shoulders. She jumped up and came down hard, slamming her ankles inward,
ringing her booted calves off the beast's ears. The shot rattled him and
he blasted his claw-hands up to grab her, but she'd rolled away quickly.
She knew she had to strike fast and leave faster. Quick strong hits
would be the way to destroy him.
"Give me an opening, you big fucker, c'mon, lemme get my feet in on
this," she growled to herself.
Gruneau rushed and she evaded him. The big beast's lumbering would
prove his undoing; Deanna raced around behind him and launched her long,
lean body at his legs in a flying crossbody tackle. It worked. The
monster went down to his knees. Deanna quickly jumped and blasted both
feet off the back of his head. He crashed to his face. The crowd started
cheering again.
"Gotta work fast, girl, gotta work fast," Deanna hissed to herself,
leaping on the beasts back now and working one foot up and down,
pummeling the back of his hairy skull with the thick heel of her boot.
"Gotta keep you down for a minute, boy!!"
It worked. Gruneau's face snorted up big clouds of dust on each
kick from Deanna's relentless foot, and he was quiet for a moment as she
now stepped off him. She grabbed one big arm and scissored it up between
her thighs, using her hands to bend his claw-fingers back, snapping
each, one by one, and then bending back his wrist until it snapped.
Gruneau howled in agony and came around just enough to toss off the
smaller woman. She rolled away, just ahead of a deadly swipe from the
manbeast's remaining good hand.
The monster had never been hurt like this before and he was angry.
But his anger clouded his judgment and as he rushed her, Deanna again
hit him from behind, flattening him to his face with brutal kicks and
immobilizing him with another series of bone-breaking jolts to the
fingers and wrist of the other hand. By the time Gruneau staggered to
his hairy feet, his arms hung uselessly at his sides.
"Beautiful," Deanna said to herself. "It's coming together...damn,
it's good to have a plan!"
The leggy assassin leaped feet first, blasting the heavy soles of
her shoes off his ugly face, staggering Gruneau backwards.Again she flew
at him and again he staggered back. Three times, four times, and the
fifth flattened the burly monster. Deanna quickly stood on his throat
and started a brutal barrage of flat-footed kicks down onto his face.
Teeth shattered and clattered aside, lips exploded in red, eyes
blackened around leathery sockets. Gruneau could only lay there and moan
and take it. He'd never been whipped this badly before and didn't know
what to do.
But Deanna did. To the cheers of the crowd, she quickly sat on his
chest and peeled off her heavy boots, tossing them aside. She then
resumed the foot assault, ramming the heel of each foot into his closed,
bloodied eyes.
"I love the feel of flesh under my feet," she gushed, feeling her
pussy tingle with each sinking of a heel deep into the beast's eyeballs.
"Mmmmmm, damn that's good!!"
She was running low on energy, so much she was putting into this
awesome beating of the unbeatable man-beast. She sat across his face now
and fitted her lean thighs around his neck. She could barely cross her
ankles; his throat was nearly as big around as most men's waists. But
she hooked up and bucked up with her ass, letting out a high-pitched
victory squeal as she neckscissored her victim until he choked and spat
up blood. She snapped her legs out again and again, bucking her hips up,
thundering her lean thigh muscles down into his trapped, hairy neck.
"Love to slice your fucking head right off in my scissors, you
goon!!" she screamed at him. "But I got another idea!!!"
She let go and walked to his legs, kicking them apart. His
monstrous cock hung over a pair of balls, each the size of huge
watermelons. She used two hands to lift his prick up over onto his
belly, where he landed with a slap. She then scooted her deadly legs
down and around his balls, putting him in a nut scissors, locking her
feet and squeezing her lethal thighs together, a thick bubble of brown,
hairy ball meat billowing out from the back of her thighs as the quads
in front nestled up tight against his cock stem. The crowd screamed with
delight.
"YEAH!!!!!!!!" Deanna roared, gritting her teeth and putting a 100-
percent scissor squeeze onto his massive nuts, which were turning bright
blue in her leg grip.
The manbeast couldn't move, his hands busted at his sides, his
balls trapped in the tight legvice of one of the world's most beautiful
supermodels. Deanna squeezed with explosive power now, feeling the nut
meat move under her scissoring thighs, little pops of flesh diminishing
the size of his big gonads as she slowly crushed them to paste.
And his huge cock stirred and stiffened and the crowd went bananas.
Three feet long and two feet round, the monstrous cock stuff straight up
in the air. Deanna went insane and kept crushing his nuts until they
were reduced to big bags of sponge, and then she let go, only to leap up
and throw herself around that cock.
"Now THIS is a head worth scissoring!!" she screamed to the crowd,
letting her legs lock around the head, rubbing her pussy into the
sensitive back of the beast's huge prick.
Deanna rode it like a cowgirl, bucking up and down, jerking off the
monstrous meat in her violently humping scissor grip. The beast couldn't
fight back, didn't want to even if he could. What was left of his ball
package twitched and Deanna knew what was next. She looked at the huge
hole at the head of his cock as it flared open. She smiled and kept
squeezing - and ducked.
A huge guttural roar came from deep within the beast's broken body
as a river of pure white come spewed from his cock, a thick ribbon of
animal spunk that jetted out, up and over, landing with a huge splash on
his bloodied, moaning face. Deanna tightened her thighs horribly on the
prick, scissoring so hard she felt his cock collapse under the squeeze
but not letting up anything in terms of come flow. Another huge river of
spunk exploded out and hit him in the face again, and another. His
broken face was pure white now and as his mouth opened to yell, another
blast filled it and choked his throat. Deanna squeezed the scissors
harder, milking him, riding the monster cock up and down, flexing her
thighs, jacking him off, bucking and humping. Another arc of thick come
splattered into his mouth and another and another. For three solid
minutes, a never-ending river of spunk erupted from Gruneau's cock and
into his mouth and he soon drowned in a sea of his own goo.
The crowd stopped cheering. The beast was dead. They'd never seen
anything like it. Then Deanna unlocked her quivering thighs from his
withering cock and stood, arms up, drenched in sweat and covered in
Gruneau's come that has splashed off him and all over her, huge, globs
of gooey spunk in her hair, on her luscious breasts and all over those
deadly legs and feet.
The crowd's collective voice returned as one and shook the
foundation of the stadium. The beast was dead, broken and mangled on the
arena floor, gagged on his own spew.
And the day wasn't even over yet.
Judit stroke into the center of the arena, long feet put out
purposefully before her on a laid-out strip of red carpet. It was the
beauty's style, all foot and flash, and it worked to her advantage. She
came to a stop in the middle and sat on a plush chair that had been put
there. The crowd laughed and screamed with delight. Judit could play an
audience like a fiddle and this one loved the music.
Out from the other end came crawling a middle-aged man, balding on
top, white hair on the sides and his chest and legs. He looked older
than his age, but his health wasn't good. Judit knew that and picked him
for it. He wound his way toward her and stood on skinny, shaky legs. She
smiled and crossed her very sexy legs, her white bikini barely covering
her luscious body, a creamy white sheen of toenail polish on her sexy
digits.
"You ready for the fight of your life?" she hissed.
"I .... I cannot fight...my heart..." he stammered, clutching his
scrawny chest for emphasis. "You'd be too much."
She smiled and stood, going face to face with him, her sweet breath
overtaking him.
"I know," she growled. "I'll not lay a hand - or foot - on you!"
She walked around him slowly, letting him drink in the vision of so
beautiful a vision. The lean muscles in her legs flowed and rippled
gently as she walked, her breasts heaving on her chest, a thin sheen of
sweat covering the entire delicious package. Big drops of perspiration
dribbled down his trembling, worried face. She sat in the chair.
"Look at my feet, slave," she ordered him and he obeyed. "Imagine
what they could do to you if you were man enough!"
And she told him.
"I'd slam first one up into your old balls, then the other," she
growled, rotating her ankle of her crossed foot, flexing her calf and
toes. "See this part of my foot, the top, just above the toes? They'd be
married to the underside of your nuts, slave, you understand? Mmmm,
can't ya just feet this silky foot, my silky foot, blasting up into your
nuts? Huh? What that would do to you, huh? What do you think my foot
kicking you and kicking you in your nuts, smashing into your balls, what
do you think that would do?"
She and the crowd got the answer as the man's cock sprang to life,
bobbing up a respectable 6 inches, thick and hard. Judit smiled and
leaned over, breathing on his cock.
"Mmmm, nice prick, nice for my foot," she continued. "I'd use maybe
my heel now, yeah, I'd lay you on your back, and use my heel, soft and
smooth, to griiiiiind your nuts, smash them flat under my weight, I'd
stand right on your nuts, pasting your balls while the rest of my foot
crushed this!"
With that, she blew a hot stream of air on his twitching cock, her
pursed lips so close he could feel the heat of them. But she didn't
touch. His knees began to buckle.
"Please...no more..." he begged. Judit smiled.
"Mmmm, feel this foot?" she said, sitting back in the chair and
lifting it, showing him the wrinkled bottom of it, the pink, smooth
flesh of her sole and high, sexy instep. "Feel all my foot pressed on
your hard cock, grinding it, pushing it against your belly?! I know you
like to have the underside of your big cock stroked and poked and my
foot is all over it now! My heel is still crushing your nuts, my sole
and instep moving up and down, jerking you off with just the bottom of
my foot! Can you feel it? Can you!??!"
His cock oozed pre-cum, a huge dollop of it falling into the dirt
at his feet. He could barely stand and his eyes leaked tears. She
laughed and lifted both feet to within inches of his swaying cock.
"Now, I've got both feet on you," she teased. "You're on your back,
and I'm ... yeah, I have this ass all over your face!"
She lifted her sweet white cheeks and pointed to them.
"My ass is all over your mouth, your lips, your nose," she growled.
"I've got your nose right inside my sweaty asshole...take a sniff, go
on, smell my asshole!!"
He closed his eyes and involuntarily took a big sniff. His cock got
bigger.
"And my feet are encircling your big prick," she cooed. "Yeah,
tight on your cock,t he insteps scissoring the hot meat in them, and I'm
jerking you off...up and down, back and forth...I'm pressing against
your cock, it's sooooo wet, you stud, wetting my soles as I jack you
off, the muscles in my feet on you, my calves flexed and pumping...wanna
come? Huh? You gonna come all over my pretty girl feet??"
And that's all it took. His body stiffened and his cock throbbed
and out shot a huge, creamy load of spunk, a good three-foot arc in the
air, that landed all over Judit's pretty girl feet, just like she said.
He watched in amazement, as did the crowd, as he came again and again,
with anyone laying a hand on his spouting cock. Judit's feet were coated
with goo by the time he stopped. She smiled. He shook and trembled and
his hand shot to his chest. He was gray-blue and fading fast, falling to
his knees now.
"Suck 'em," she growled, lifting her slimy feet to his face. "Suck
your come off my pretty girl feet and toes!!"
He leaned forward, opened his mouth, aimed to take a foot in to
gobble up a huge creamy load of spunk - and keeled over dead before he
could taste a drop. Judit stood up and roared, head back, eyes skyward,
in victory. The crowd followed suit. She'd killed a man without laying a
body part on him.
Kathy came into the ring in tiny jean cutoff shorts, short white
socks, sneakers and a t-shirt, looking as sexy as she could possibly
look. She walked to center arena and looked up, where an iron set of
cuffs was being lowered. Two other girls came out and secured Kathy's
wrists in them, above her head. The bar pulled up tight and she was
standing on tiptoes, balls of sexy calf muscle bubbling above her socks.
From the other end, strode a naked man, cocky and strong. The crowd
booed. He took his place before her and his wrists were also locked into
cuffs above him. They stood face to face.
"Feet only, huh?" he growled into her pretty face, in which loose
strands of blonde hair hung sexily. "Fair enough."
"Not really," she hissed at him. "Not fair at all. I'm gonna ruin
you, make you lick my socks, then I'm gonna kill you. No, not fair at
all."
He laughed and the battle began. He lifted his own muscular legs
and spun Kathy around with them, wrapping them around her middle from
behind for a crushing bodyscissors. His thighs sliced into her ribs and
the crowd booed.
"Feet only, huh?" Kathy growled. "So, you don't follow the rules?
Well, I do."
"Fuck you, cunt, my legs are gonna..." he began.
Kathy swung her long legs up behind her, the heels on her shoes
coming up under his ass and slamming right into his hanging balls. He
squealed in pain and released the scissors to hang from his bar, but
Kathy kept exploding her legs up, the heels blasting into his nuts again
and again until his face was ashen. Then she turned around and faced
him, smiling.
"You lied about the rules, so did I," she said calmly.
With that, she threw up her long legs around him for her own
bodyscissors and went into an insanely fast snapping motion, thundering
her muscular thighs on him and in three monumental thrusts, cracked
three ribs. She let go and brought her feet down to the ground again,
laughing as he wheezed before her.
"I warned you, asshole," she growled. "Now suffer and die!!"
She spread his legs with one foot and used the upper part of her
other, the shoelace part, to ram up into his nut package again and
again, eliciting a gruesome "Ungh.....ungh...." sound from him on each
nasty impact. The sheer smash of foot to nuts was enough to grind his
balls to an agonizing paste, but the rough scrape of her sneaker made it
much worse. She switched feet when one tired and ended up delivering a
good two dozen upward blows to his battered balls.
She lifted one foot to his face and ordered him to untie the lace
with his teeth. He groggily obeyed and pulled the sneaker off with his
mouth. He then did the other sneaker. Kathy held both feet under his
nose. It was not pleasant.
"I haven't changed my socks all week, can ya tell?" she growled.
"Now lick 'em! Lick my sweaty socks!!"
He had no choice. His toungue snaked out and over the wet, soiled
gritty surface of her white socks. Kathy couldn't wait and brutally
slugged one foot all the way in to the knuckles, gagging him on foot and
the stench of it. He licked and licked and she switched feet.
"Now pull my socks off in your teeth, go on, do it!"
He obeyed again. She balled up one sock and shoved it deep into his
mouth with her foot, then did the same with the other. His eyes bugged
open in terror as the filthy fabric filled his cheeks and tickled the
back of his throat, she'd shoved them in so far.
"Perfect," she growled.
Kathy lifted one beautiful leg up and curled it around the back of
his head, taking the back of his neck in the crook of her knee, pinching
the sides of his neck between supple calf and the back of her hard
thigh, squeezing in to constrict the blood flow to his brain and redden
his face. She laughed and coiled back the other leg - and slam the sole
and heel of it right into his scissor-trapped face. The snapping motion
almost broke his neck, as it was pinioned against her powerful leg, and
she repeated it over and over, slamming the heel into his mouth,
bloodying his lips, shattering his teeth and filling what space in his
mouth that wasn't clogged with white socks with fluid and molars. His
breath came - barely - through his nose.
"We'll take care of that," Kathy said calmly and aimed the bloody
heel of her deadly foot at his nose.
The cartilage smashed all over his face and instantly cut off his
breathing all together. A couple of more kicks flattened his nose and
mouth more and his eyes shot open in the terror of not being able to
breath at all. He looked at her, seeking mercy with his eyes. She
laughed and shut them by creaming each with the heel of her foot.
"Lights out," she growled.
She smeared a long, hard foot over his face, pinching off any
possibility of breathing. He convulsed, snapping back and forth, his
wrists cracking like kindling in the manacles that held him aloft. Kathy
tightened the clamp of the leg holding his head still and bore down
harder with the foot strapped across his face until he moved no more.
The crowd applauded wildly and women throughout the stadium emulated
Kathy's move, pinning their slaves with one leg and smashing their faces
with the other foot.
Kathy smiled up at the crowd as she watched it happen. She loved
being a role model.
Claudia, a crowd favorite, walked into the arena, smiling. She
stood at the center, waving to the crowd, before putting her hands
behind her and allowing two other women to tie them securely.
"Bring them on!" she hollered, and the audience cheered madly.
Four husky men, naked, their huge cocks hanging down burly thighs,
strode out into the arena, their size dwarfing the tall supermodel
before them. They looked eager for the battle and nodded at each other,
confident they could take the skinny woman before them with her hands
tied behind her back. Each of them held a weapon: A knife, a spear, a
long sword, a ball and chain. They swung them ominously.
"C'mon, boys," Claudia said, slowly backing away from them, waiting
for them to move. "It's your call."
They all moved at once, and Claudia immediately leaped high in the
air, splitting her long legs wide apart to smash one sole each into two
of their faces. The men hit the dirt, moaning, their noses smashed and
blood pouring out. Claudia came to rest on her feet, in a crouch, her
long, lean thigh muscles creased and sweating. The other two men
attacked from the side. Claudia went low and took one down in a foot
sweep; he crashed to his back, knocking the wind from him. She
somersaulted away from the sword of the other and rolled up to her feet,
going one-on-one with him for now.
He swung again, and she rolled to her back. He was quickly on her
with a downward blow, but she blocked it with her feet, scissoring the
arm that held it in her long legs. She maneuvered the arm quickly to
bend it back over one leg and instantly snapped the elbow back,
shattering it. The man screamed in agony and dropped the sword, grabbing
his smashed arm and staggering back. Claudia stayed on her back, gripped
the sword in her feet and lashed out at his legs, slicing them badly
with one swipe. He went down to his knees, bleedly profusely.
"You cunt!!" he roared at her.
"I don't have any soap to wash that mouth out with," Claudia
laughed. "So I'll use this!!"
She let fly the broad sword and it sliced across his face, through
his mouth, opening him up from jaw joint to jaw joint. A torrent of
blood splashed from him, just below his terrorized eyes. His one good
hand tried to stop the flow; Claudia chopped it off with another swipe
from her foot-held sword. His neck explosed, she let it fly again and
cut his throat with one clean blow. He died almost instantly.
The other three men were recovering and came at her one by one. She
dropped the sword and stood, taking the offensive before they fully
regained their composure. She plucked the short dagger from the
trembling hands of one of the men in her feet and ran and leaped on the
shoulders of another, trapping him in the scissored crush of her long,
lean thighs. As she rode the staggering man around the arena to the
cheers of thousands of women, she manipulated the dagger, holding the
handle between her soles, aiming the blade back. She bent her crossed
legs up straight and then rammed it back, spearing her scissored victim
right through the solar plexus. Out and in, out and in, Claudia
repeatedly stabbed the screaming man in the midsection with the dagger
in her feet until he fell to his knees. She rolled off and he died
slowly in a pool of blood.
There were two left, and they had come around fully now, one with a
spear, the other with the ball and chain. The latter swung the heavy orb
around his head, growling, walking toward Claudia who was backing away.
She ducked one swipe, then another. He went low. The crowd hushed as the
heavy chain wrapped around her lower legs, immobilizing them, taking her
down to her back in a dusty crash.
"You're ours, now, you cunt," the big man growled, standing over
her, motioning for the man with the spear. "Make it quick."
The other man nodded, and raised the spear up high and drove it
down. Claudia lurched aside, the spear knifed into the dirt. Angry, the
man tried again, and again the supermodel's quick reflexes saved her
lift as she rolled away. Again he tried; Claudia rolled to the side. The
other man grew impatient.
"You dumb fuck, can't you even hit a broad laying at your fucking
feet?" he roared. "Gimme that fucking thing."
He let go the handle of the ball and chain and grabbed the spear;
he poked dirt as Claudia continued to roll, unraveling the chain around
her ankles, unbeknownst to the two goons trying to kill her. Finally,
the man with the spear straddled her waist, pinning her still with his
legs. He was breathing heavily and raised the spear high.
"Gotcha now, bitch," he growled.
"Guess again, dickhead," Claudia growled back.
His face went white as he held his arms aloft with the spear in his
hands; Claudia had lifted both feet and delivered a powerful upward
thrust with both right into his hanging nuts just above her. She kicked
again and sent him rolling over her head, the spear clattering away. She
grabbed the handle of the ball and chain in her feet and lifted her hips
up, swinging the ball around and around and finally catching the other
man right in the crotch with the heavy metal sphere, the protrusions on
the medieval weapon of death smashing his nuts to a bloody paste. He
fell to the ground in a moaning heap. Claudia swung the ball again and
smashed his skull with it.
She got up and walked over to the spear, laying on it, positioning
her feet to hold it but now keeping still, as if she'd been hit. It lay
between her legs, looking like she couldn't possibly use it. She wanted
to dupe the remaining man into thinking she was down. It worked. The man
with the aching balls staggered to his feet and saw the supermodel lying
in the dirt, moaning like she was in pain. He smiled and picked up the
nearby sword, brandishing it over his head and attacking.
"I'll cut you a new cunt!!!" he roared.
Claudia's feet whipped up the spear just as he got to her, the back
of it braced against the ground. The tip tore through the man's chest as
he was unable to stop his forward momentum when he saw what she was
doing. It ripped through his heart, instantly killing him, and popped
out the other side, destroying his spine. Claudia held the spear up, the
man hanging from it, the crowd going nuts. She finally let him fall and
got up, taking sweeping theatrical bows before the roaring masses.
"You and I, my dear, once again," Suze told Vanessa, her arm around
the beautiful blonde's sexy shoulder as they walked the runway to the
huge arena. "Just like the old days."
Both women held long swords in leather scabbards at their sides.
They wore tight leather thongs, no tops, and no shoes. On the other hip
hung blow dart guns, a sack of poison darts hanging in the front loop of
their thong. They were ready for a battle no one had one before, ever.
The crowd rose to its feet when they saw the two fiercest warriors
in their world walk in, and knew it could mean only one thing. They
heard the thunder in the distance, felt the rumble in their moist
pussies as they stood watching the opening above the massive stadium.
Its head appeared and they shrunk back in horror; they knew that every
time it had won over the years, it consumed whatever it wanted to
consume - including spectators - before retreating back to the hills it
called home.
It was a man, Ken, was his name, a beast a mutant of gigantic
proportions born of the gods centuries ago. bigger even than the
manbeast slain earlier this day. Ken stood 70 feet tall and wore no
clothes. His tremendous, six-foot cock hung between thighs the size of
small buildings, the balls behind it hanging nearly as low. Ken roared
and took a giant step over the huge wall of the arena and looked down at
the women below.
"That is all?" Ken bellowed, the voice reverberating throughout the
arena. "Two women? I shall eat the entire stadium full of women when I
destroy them!!!"
Some women made for the exits; others sat down, their hands
furiously fingering their pussies, their feet mashing their slaves nuts
under them.
Suze and Vanessa nodded at one another, kissed moistly and
separated, running to opposite sides of the arena. The battle was
joined.
Suze ran first, sword raised, and stabbed it deep into the man's
calf, some three feet above her, as he was facing Vanessa. Ken barely
noticed and by the time he'd turned to face Suze, she'd sliced a huge
wound open in his leg, a river of blood pouring out and nearly washing
her away. She rolled to the side as he lifted and crashed that foot
down, a huge plume of dust exploding from his foot and cascading up and
over the first 10 rows of spectators high above.
"Atta girl, Suze," Vanessa yelled from across the expanse of the
arena.
The blonde attacked with her sword, hacking at the other leg,
chopping into the Achilles tendon with a fury. The big man's size was a
hindrance. By the time he'd transferred the energy down to move so big
an object as his foot, she'd sawed halfway through the huge tendon. He
roared in pain and stomped futilely around.
"CUNTS!!!" Ken roared. "I'll eat you from the feet up, little by
little, once I get you!!!"
But he could not, they were too fast, darting in and out of his
huge feet, slashing and slicing with swords at his feet. They finally
hacked their way through one entire Achilles tendon and the big man
crashed to one knee, bringing that huge cock and balls closer to the
ground. Suze and Vanessa broke out the dart guns; the range was getting
closer. They took aim and let a pair of darts fly; they landed right in
the meaty nutsack of Ken's giant balls. The giant howled and reached
down to grab them, but they were too small for his tree-sized fingers to
grasp. The poison slowly worked its way into his bloodstream and the
women fired another pair into his nuts again, the softest place on his
huge body and the best place for the poison to make entry.
Still, it would take time for the poison to work its way to Ken's
miles-long circulatory system and knock him down and out, paralyzing
him. The women continued their sword attack now, hacking at the other
Achilles tendon and bringing him to a sitting position. Ken howled and
both hands shot to the bloody cords at the back of his ankles.
Bravely, Suze rushed forward and hid under his monstrous cock as it
hung between his legs. She pulled her sword back and laced it deep into
the human-sized sacks of his ball meat, again and again. Ken's thighs
slid together reflexively and Suze was gone.
"NOOOOOOO!!!" Vanessa shrieked and the crowd went silent.
The beautiful blonde ran out and started hacking at the big feet of
Ken as they lay upturned before her. The big man laughed, knowing he had
the leader trapped beneath him, even if it couldn't feel her.
"If I fart, she's dead!" he joked, laughing as Vanessa's swipes
landed harmlessly across the callused bottom of his huge feet.
Suddenly a monstrous torrent of blood exploded from Ken's crotch.
His face went white and he looked down, scooting back a bit to see where
the blood was coming from. As he did, his cock, all six feet of it,hung
in a thin cord from his body. Suze had been sawing away at it from
beneath him; his genitals were numb from the blow darts and he never
felt a thing.
He got to his knees, head back and howling, as his hands pressed
his crotch, trying to stop the bleeding. The crowd went wild, jumping to
their feet, many of the women standing on the backs, faces, and/or nuts
of their slaves to do it. The moans of the men could not be heard above
the din.
The poison was slowly taking hold, as was the loss of blood, some
of which Ken had stopped with his hands. He staggered around on his
knees, eyes rolling in his head. He was nearly done.
"I'll....kill....you...." he growled deeply, spittle and blood
flying from his mouth.
He reached out with one hand, swiping anything he could grab in a
blind rage. He found a screaming handful of male slaves huddled in a far
corner and stuffed them into his huge mouth, grinding the screaming mass
of them to mush, spitting out the wad all over the audience. He shuffled
from one corner of the arena to the other on his knees, blood pouring
from his severed Achilles tendons and nearly severed cock. Vanessa and
Suze continued the sword assault, hacking and slashing and stabbing
anything and everything. Vanessa scampered up on the big man's shoulders
now and hacked at his neck, releasing sprays of blood from vital
arteries.
Ken crashed to his back, nearly out. The crowd pushed at the
railings in a frenzy. Vanessa and Suze climbed atop his chest, then
face, skewering his eyeballs with their long swords, smashing the
eyemeat with their feet, bashing his nose with their hands, legs,
swords, over and over, rendering his moaning face a bloody mess.
The rails gave way. Hundreds of women fell into the arena and hit
the ground running toward Ken. They scampered up his legs and started
tearing with their hands at his pubic hair and his nearly severed cock.
A battalion of them jumped on his big prick, stretching the thin ribbon
of flesh that still held it to his body. Minutes later, as they screamed
in a collective orgasmic fury, the big cock separated and flopped to the
ground between Ken's stilled thighs. The women rolled away, unhurt.
Other women stood between his legs, pulling on his nuts, punching
them, kicking them, biting and clawing them, the entire mass of women
swarming over him like ants, all of them in a killing mass hysteria.
Suze and Vanessa twisted Ken's head to the side and jumped into his ear,
smashing his eardrum with their pointed feet, digging into the soft
tissue with their toenails. A troop of other women danced on his
upturned temple, sending deadly vibrations through to the big man's
dying brain. Other women tore at his battered eyeballs, pulling out
chunks of his retinas, digging and scooping with their hands and kicking
with their feet until first one, then the other giant eyeball rolled
from the socket, nearly crushing the women below.
It was a horrible, magnificent, surreal scene. Hundreds, thousands
of women poured over Ken's miraculously still living body, Lilliputians
on the fatal attack, the big Gulliver under them bloodied and battered,
his cock in a withered puddle between his legs, his huge nuts taking a
severe beating. Other women grabbed knives, swords, spears, anything
sharp, and sawed away at his nuts, quickly severing them from his body.A
mass of women carried the bloody limps high above their heads on
powerful arms streaked with their victim's blood.
Suddenly, Ken's head twitched to the front, his eyes shot open and
he roared a guttural, dying death rattle, a geyser of blood spewing from
his mouth and drenching hundreds of nearby women. He twitched once,
twice, sending other women flying to the dirt. And then he died.
The arena went still as Suze and Vanessa climbed to the forehead of
the slain Ken, raising each other's hand in victory.
"This is a win for all of us, for all women, for all female
warriors, whether they do battle or not!" Suze yelled. "This day will
never be forgotten!"
"And neither will you, our queen!" one woman hollered to the tall
beauty high above them.
The arena exploded in a thunderous ovation, shaking the walls. It
would take weeks to clean up the mess they'd left behind, and there
would be no shortage of volunteers to do the work.
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