GETTING A KICK OUT OF THE BUSINESS
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 company
of assassins. Bear in mind these stories were done for someone who loves
feet, foot torture and incredibly violent, ball-busting type death. If
you find yourself getting squeamish from, or too turned on by these
stories, don't worry about it, it's only fantasy....)
Ronaldo waited in the limo for the girls to arrive. As one of the
world's richest men, he had no tolerance for waiting long. The last time
his men failed to deliver on time, they were summarily fired. No
questions asked.
He didn't wait long today. Two women, young ones, in their early
20s, with long legs, gorgeous feet, athletic bodies, came along quickly
and willingly on the arms of Ronaldo's beefy bodyguards. They got in
next to Ronaldo, a girl on either side.
"Ladies," Ronaldo said, as the limo pulled away. "I assume you were
told what needs to be done."
"Yeah, we have to fight each other, use karate, judo, whatever we
want," one girl said.
"And then we make the other suck our toes?" finished the second.
"That's it? And for that we get $5,000 each? For the afternoon?"
Ronaldo smiled. He knew the whole story but wouldn't tell them. If
they knew, they'd have never gotten in.
"Right, that's it, pure and simple," Ronaldo said, looking each girl
up and down. "Easy money."
The girls giggled with delight and started telling Ronaldo about
themselves. He half listened, not caring, seeing only their feet in
their sexy sandals, painted toenails, high, sexy insteps. His cock rose
and he recalled some of the better fights the Gang of Five had hosted.
It wasn't a long ride to the warehouse. The limo pulled into an
underground garage known only to those who used the warehouse. Ronaldo
got out, a girl on each arm, and walked through the grimy subbasement to
a rickety elevator that brought them up to the room. A huge fighting
ring stood in the middle, ropes, mats, the whole works. The girls were
impressed.
"So, we fight in there?" said Debby, a lithe blonde with muscular
legs and full, supple feet.
"No shit, that's cool," said Nancy, her friend, a taller, thinner
dirty blonde with sinewy legs and long, angular toes.
"What do we fight in?" Debby asked as they approached the ring.
"These," Ronaldo said, retrieving a pair of tiny white g-strings.
"These OK?"
Debby looked pleased. "Mmm, yeah, I've got just the ass for those."
"We'll see, we'll see," Nancy retorted with a laugh, slapping her
friend on the shoulder.
"Look, you two, lose the friendship shit," Ronaldo snapped. "It's a
war in there and the nastier it gets, the more of this you get."
He whipped out a wad of bills, easily 10 grand worth, maybe more.
The girls' eyes lit up like Christmas trees.
"CUNT!!" Debby screamed at Nancy.
"WHORE!!" Nancy barked back.
And then they giggled and walked off to change. Ronaldo shook his
head.
"They better do a good job this time," a voice from the darkness
said. "The last couple of fights have been lame."
Ronaldo shrugged and walked to the side of the ring where four well-
dressed men sat on plush chairs, just out of the light. He sat in the
middle of them.
"Hey, look, I do the best I can, you know?" he said to the men on
both sides. "I'd be happy to let you clowns pick up the slack and find
the girls."
"Now, Ronaldo, c'mon, he didn't mean anything by it, you know how
Paulson is," whispered the man to Ronaldo's left.
"Yeah, a complete fucking asshole," Ronaldo said, not softly,
looking right at Paulson when he said it.
"Hey, hey, come on, let's enjoy the fight," another man said as the
women strolled back in and got in the ring, their beautiful, creamy
white bodies glowing in the ring lights. They got in and looked out for
an audience but could see none.
"Mister?" Nancy said, shielding her eyes, looking out for Ronaldo.
"Right here, hon," Ronaldo said from the darkness. "You girls go
ahead and start, we'll just watch from here."
"What about the money?" Debby asked.
"We'd give it to you now, but you've got nowhere to put it, now do
you?" Ronaldo said.
The girls laughed and looked down at their near naked bodies. They
circled each other, smiling. The men grumbled.
"Girls, there's an extra thousand for the first one to draw blood,
another five thousand for the winner, and then another five thousand for
the girl who makes the other girl come - with her feet," Ronaldo
announced. "That's 16 grand in all for the girl lucky enough to do all
three."
Seconds later, Debby was a thousand bucks richer as she lashed out
with her long, strong leg and caught Nancy flush in the nose with the
bottom of her foot, cracking it and unleashing a torrent of blood down
the taller girl's creamy tits and hard belly. Nancy went down to her
knees, dazed, and Debby unloaded a barrage of front face kicks to the
eyes, the mouth, the nose, that flattened her friend to her back.
"Sorry, babe, but money talks," Debby said calmly, walking around
behind the fallen woman.
"YEAH!" screamed Paulson from his seat. "Atta girl, fucking waste
her!!"
Ronaldo smiled. This would work out after all.
Debby was ruthless in her attack, sitting down behind Nancy and
scooping her into a crushing headscissors. Debby had long, thick,
muscular thighs and used them to squeeze Nancy into a state of blue-face
that the men thought might be fatal. But then Debby folded a meaty calf
up into Nancy's crushed throat for a figure four and then folded up the
other leg to rub her sexy heel into the trapped girl's mouth.
"Suck it," Debby growled, brutally twisting her calf into Nancy's
throat to crack her mouth open. "Lick and suck that foot!"
Nancy cried and obeyed, snaking out her long, pink tongue to lather
Debby's heel. The blonde moved the foot around now so Nancy's hot tongue
could caress the sole of her soft, sexy foot, then the toes. She was
sucking each one like a small cock now, and Debby's was rolling her eyes
in pleasure, thrusting her pussy hard against the back of Nancy's thigh-
strapped head. She was soon coming, snapping her hips hard, thundering
her muscular thighs on Nancy's face. When she finished, she straightened
her long legs out for a straight-on headscissors, her ankles locked, and
her heels banging right into the V of Nancy's pussy.
"GIVE UP!!!" Debby screamed, arching her back, putting hundreds of
pounds of pressure in the scissors.
Nancy yelled her surrender and Debby let up only a little, to slam
her locked heels into Nancy's pussy. She began rubbing them now,
grinding her heels on Nancy's clit. The trapped blonde moaned in
pleasure and pain, rubbing her hands on Debby's big thighs as she humped
up into her feet, trying to fight off the inevitable.
"No...can't come...money..." Nancy growled, eyes closed, her face a
sheet of red from the bloody beating her friend had put on her.
"You'll come..." Debby hissed, rubbing her feet harder on Nancy's
wet cunt. "You always do..."
And she did, with a shudder and snap of her slim hips. Debby smiled
and unlocked her thighs from her friend's head to stand up and face the
darkness in which five of the richest men in the world sat.
"OK, I'm the winner, I drew first blood, I made her come with my
feet," Debby said. "Where's my money..where's our money?"
"You'll get what's coming to you, I swear," Ronaldo said, and then
the ring went dark.
When the girls awoke from being hit over the head, they were tied
down, spread-eagle, and each of the five men were taking turns fucking
them. They screamed.
"Scream all you like, no one can hear, this is our building, we own
it, no one comes here, except us," Ronaldo said, watching Paulson pound
Debby and Marks hump Nancy. "And I've already come!"
He laughed at his own joke as Paulson unloaded his nuts into Debby
and Marks did likewise to Nancy. All the men had their shots and had
returned to their seats for their briefcases to return to their work of
fucking other people, figuratively this time, out of their fortunes.
"You....bastard...." Debby growled as two huge bodyguards untied
them to lead them away. "What're you gonna do now, ship us off to some
white slave market so we won't talk?"
Ronaldo smiled. "No, nothing so dramatic."
He pulled out a handgun and aimed it at Nancy's forehead. A small
crack followed. The hole wasn't big in front, but exploded out the back
of the blonde's pretty head. She dropped like a stone at Debby's feet.
"There, that's much neater than worrying about you escaping from
some silly white slave thing," Ronaldo said, aiming his gun at a shocked
Debby.
He left for his limo. The bodyguards cleaned up the mess.
Suze looked at the sheaf of papers on her desk in a folder entitled
"The Gang of Five." She looked up at the seven girls before her and
smiled. They would handle it nicely.
"These 'men', for lack of a better term, five of the richest, most
ruthless businessmen in the world, have a penchant for women's feet,"
Suze said to the women in her office.
They smiled. Carol looked down at her feet, which were next to
Kate's. It was a tossup whose were sexier. The girls looked at each
other and laughed.
"And they like martial arts, they like to see women mix it up with
each other," Suze continued. "They kidnap, they rape, they kill. And
they will be stopped. By you ladies."
The room erupted in cheers. Suze raised a hand to quiet them.
"Carol, Pam, here, you take Johnson, here's his dossier," Suze said,
sliding the papers across the desk. "Helena, Eva, here you do Rollins.
Judit, you take Mr. Marks here. And Gabby, you take Paulson. He's the
biggest, strongest, most assholiest...and you're the most muscular gal
we have. Perfect match."
The girls took their papers, studied them, talked among themselves
to plan their attacks.
"Hey, what about Ronaldo, the leader of this Gang of Five?" Kate
asked. "Who gets him?"
Suze smiled. The girls nodded.
"I do," Suze cooed. "But just for starters. Then we all take a shot
at him, to be fair. OK?"
The girls laughed and scattered, eager to begin working.
Pam and Carol strolled into the Johnson Manufacturing Co. building
through the back entrance. Johnson's office was high in the multi-story
building, overlooking a city he owned a good share of. He had no
bodyguards, most of the rich men didn't. They felt their money made them
invincible, that no one could touch the wealthy. It made them the most
vulnerable marks.
The two beautiful killers, a perfect contrast in black- and blonde-
haired splendor, went up the stairs so they wouldn't be seen, a 25-story
jaunt, which in the tight short skirts they wore and high heels, would
not be easy for ordinary women. But they hiked it easily, their long
calf muscles flowing and flexing and tightening up nicely, which would
be an added benefit once they got to the office of Johnson, a confirmed
leg man.
They hid around a corner and used a cell phone to call Johnson's
secretary, lure her away from her desk on a bogus pick-up errand. She
left and the women sauntered into the man's plush office. He looked up,
startled and then amused.
"Well, what have we here?" he asked, putting his hands back behind
his head, his feet up. "My birthday strip-o-gram? Those fuckers, I
thought they forgot!"
Carol and Pam smiled at each other, then back at Johnson. Perfect
timing.
"Yes, you're onto us, Mr. Johnson, you wittle birthday boy!" Carol
teased, leaning over his desk and tweaking his cheek, tapping it with
her hand. "Now just watch us work and, uh, we'll take care of whatever
comes up!"
He fairly glowed with excitement and punched his intercom. "Hillary,
hold all business for the next hour or so. All business...Hillary? Where
the fuck is that woman?"
A few seconds later, Hillary answered breathlessly.
"I'm sorry, sir, there was a call ... no one was there...anyway,
yes, all calls, yes sir," she rasped into the intercom.
Johnson hit a button on his desk and the bolt on his office door
slid shut.The girls smiled.
"We will not be bothered," he said. "Continue."
Carol and Pam did an impromptu strip, never having done one before.
They'd been taught a few things by Paulina, who on her last kill posed
as a stripper, and they used what she'd told them to perfection. Johnson
growled and rubbed his crotch through his pants as Carol bent at the
waist, stroking her own feet, her short skirt rising over the back of
her garter-belt-and-nylon clad legs, the skirt rising higher when Pam
helped slide it up. Johnson moaned louder when the girls touched each
other, and that was their cue to increase that action. Pam rubbed
Carol's long thighs, massaging her lean calves, caressed her black
heels. Johnson was beside himself.
The girls stood now, Pam in white, Carol in black, both in push-up
bras, garters and nylons. Pam stood facing Carol and thrust one long leg
up at her face in a mock karate kick. Carol ducked to one side to avoid
the point of Pam's heel, and caught her leg in both hands, guiding Pam's
foot to her mouth and sucking that heel into it like a long, pointy
cock. She fellated the heel until it shone wet with her spit, then began
licking the shoe up the side, then the instep where she gently ran her
tongue over the nylon-clad skin.
"Oh, yeah, that's it, that's it...." Johnson growled, his hand
working feverishly under his desk.
Carol pushed Pam to the floor as they continued their mock battle.
She raised a foot and slammed it down between Pam's spread legs,
stopping just short of her exposed pussy; neither girl wore panties.
Looking dominant, Carol then stood with her hands on her hips as she
slid the long heel on her black shoe inside the wet pussy lips of her
fallen friend. Pam moaned loudly and caressed the lean calf of Carol as
she wetly fucked her cunt lips with her shoe.
"Oh, fuck, yesssss...." Johnson hissed, eyes rolling in his head as
he beat off.
"Mmmmm, Mr. Johnson, would you like us to help you with that?" Carol
said, walking with Pam, arm in arm, to the desk.
"Yes, please, by all means," Johnson said, standing up, his fat cock
bobbing out of the zipper of his $500 Armani suit.
The girls laughed and pushed him back down in his chair, sitting on
the desk before him. They plopped their feet in his lap, Carol using her
right foot to slide up the side of his cock, Pam using her left. They
captured his oozing pecker in their foot grip and started jacking him
off, a two-woman foot job.
"Never...had this before...and I've had everything..." Johnson
hissed, looking down in amazement as the two beautiful women worked his
hard prick in their foot embrace.
"Mmm, never?" Pam cooed. "You, Mr. Rich Pants, never bought this?"
He shook his head, eyes closed, going with the impending orgasm that
would flood the girls' pretty shoes.
"Never?" Carol continued. "You, a man who can buy women to fight
each other, fuck each other, make each other come?"
Johnson twitched. His mind returned from his orgasmic state enough
for him to at least hear what she was saying, but not letting it go
beyond that. He wasn't thinking clearly, he was almost coming.
"You, who can fuck a tied-up woman who has just fought her soul out
for a few lousy bucks, you couldn't get at least two of them to at least
jack you off in their feet?" Pam said, as she and Carol squeezed their
shoes harder on the cock trapped between them, getting him closer.
Johnson's brow furrowed, his eyes still closed. He was starting to
think a little clearer, but his orgasm was close, too close, for him to
be rational at this point. He didn't see Carol reach down and pull the
cap off the heel on the shoe jerking him off, exposing the pinpoint tip.
His cock was a sheen of fluid, the precum soaking it.
"Gonna....come...don't...fucking...stop!!" he screamed.
Pam and Carol looked at each other and nodded. Just as Johnson
bucked his hips, a sure signal he was going to unload a jet of jizz from
his pulsating cockhead, Pam slipped off the desk and grabbed his meaty
cock firmly in one hand, steadying it for Carol, who raised her foot
high and slammed it down - the point of her specially sharpened five-
inch heel slicing easily straight into his cock hole, threading down the
prick tube, and skewering the base of his cock.
He couldn't scream. His eyes popped open, his mouth cracked wide and
nothing came out. He looked down where Carol Alt was holding her foot
steady, the heel of her shoe imbedded down the shaft of his cock and Pam
Anderson was holding his dick for her, and he couldn't scream.
"Hey, where's the cream filling?" Carol said, leaning into his
shocked face, inches away as she ground her heel into his cock.
The scream came, loud and high-pitched, but lasted only a
millisecond before Pam jumped up and clamped a hand over his mouth. She
bent him back in his big leather chair, his head hanging off the back,
Carol still impaled on his cock. She slipped her legs up and over his
head, encasing his face in her muscled assmeat, and standing on crossed
feet, putting intense pressure on his scissored skull. He screamed
again, but this time the vibrations of his efforts rippled quietly
inside Pam's suffocating rump. His trembling hands tried to rip Carol's
foot from his cock, but Pam reached down and dragged his arms back at a
brutal, awkward angle, pulling back so hard she dislocated his
shoulders. She let them go and they dangled uselessly at his sides.
"Bust his jaw," Carol said to Pam and Pam reintensified her inner
thigh squeeze until the hard muscles and tendons shattered the bones in
Johnson's trapped face. She let go the scissors and stepped off; he
couldn't scream now if he wanted to, his face wouldn't work to let it
happen.
"Finish it," Pam told Carol.
The dark-haired beauty smiled and pulled her foot from her shoe that
was imbedded in Johnson's cock. A ring of blood oozed out of the hole
around the heel of the shoe and ran down his prick, to his bloated
balls. She left the shoe there, his cock still hard, and it stayed up
straight, the empty leather bobbing at the end of his mangled prick. She
took the cap off her other heel now and lifting her foot, drove it
straight down through the hairy nut package of his balls, slamming it so
hard, it easily popped through the meat, the seat cushion, and stabbed
the heavy wooden base below. The impact was so severe, that the sole of
Carol's sexy black shoe pressed his nuts flat into the cushion, a geyser
of blood exploding from the wound. She slipped the shoe off and got her
bag, as did Pam. Both women cleaned up to leave, with Carol retrieving
another pair of shoes from her tote. They looked at Johnson in his
chair, eyes dead in his head, jaws shattered and purpose, and a pair of
expensive women's shoes imbedded in his cock and balls, his life ebbing
away in a river of red running down his chair to the white rug below.
"Boy, I hate losing a good pair of shoes like that," Carol sighed.
"Next time, we use yours."
The girls laughed and slipped out a back door.
Rollins jogged alone in the secluded section of the park, as he
always did. Helena and Eva followed, at a distance, watching to make
sure there was no one around. It was late in the day, near sunset. No
one was near. The girls jogged closer, then ahead of the middle-aged
businessman. They felt his eyes bore holes in their asses and for good
reason: They were barely covered. Helena wore tiny red running shorts
and Eva wore equally short and exposing white ones, their world-class
asses twitching with sweaty, hunching muscle as they ran. They looked
back over their shoulders and smiled.
"You like what you see, don't you?" Helena teased, taking pleasure
in watching Rollins try to catch up to them.
"Come on, old man, come on!" hissed Eva, keeping several paces ahead
of him.
"Old...man...my....ass..." Rollins huffed, groaning as they
approached a long hill.
The girls easily jaunted up it, darting into the bushes ahead of
him. As he rasped his way to the top, he stopped, bent over, hands on
knees, looking around for them. A pair of hands reached out and hauled
him into the bushes and down the far side of the hill, to the base of an
abandoned park building. They pushed him up against the wall and stood
facing him. He was breathless.
"So you caught up to us, huh?" Eva laughed.
"Mmm, what will you do with us now?" cooed Helena, her slate-gray
eyes narrowed in mock sternness.
Rollins laughed and caught his breath.
"You two...fantastic.." he said, eyeing them up and down, and
settling on Helena, "Hey, I know you...you're one of those pretty chicks
on 'Friends', right?"
Helena rolled her eyes.
"I always get that," she said. "No, I'm not. I just look like her.
Only prettier."
"Yeah, I'll say," Rollins growled, making a move toward Helena.
She grabbed his approaching wrists and twisted them up behind him in
a double hammerlock. She was face to face with him, smiling, her sweaty
tits heaving against his chest, her crotch pressed to his. She felt him
move.
"Oooo, what have we here?" she hissed, grinding her pussy onto his
stiffening cock. "You like, no?"
"I like, yes!" he exclaimed, going breathless again, squirming
against her strong hands. "My God, you're so powerful...never had that
before...Christ, it feels...."
"Good?" Eva added, standing to the side, running her hands up
Rollins' sweatpants-covered legs to fondle his big nuts and squeeze his
stiff prick as it pressed into Helena's crotch. "You like being
womanhandled, Mr. Rollins?"
He stopped moving, his eyes jolting open into Helena's.
"How...my name, how, uh?" he stammered.
"It's our business to know," Helena said through clenched teeth,
punching his arms up higher on his back until he winced in pain.
"Business? What do you ... hey, my arms, that fucking
hurts....mean?" he grumbled.
"We're killers," Eva said, squeezing his nuts now until he moaned
and struggled more. "We're going to kill you."
He looked down at the beautiful blonde with her hair pulled back and
the thin, wiry legs, then into Helena's eyes. No way, he thought to
himself, not if he gets the blonde's hands off his nuts.
"Wha...why? Who the fuck are you?" he growled.
"We're killers, paid assassins, and you, you dick, you are part of
the Gang of Five that will soon be the Gang of Zero, once we're done,"
Helena said calmly, pulling his arms up so far his back now she could
hear tendons grinding above his cries of pain.
"You...cunt!! You can't do this to me..I'm.....I'm...." he
stuttered.
"Rich? Powerful? Untouchable?" Helena said. "Oh, please, what good
will your money do you when we have you nuts stretched between two
trees?"
Eva looked up at Helena and laughed.
"We will?" the beautiful blonde asked.
Helena shrugged and smiled. "Just thought of it. Not bad, huh?"
Rollins moved hard against Helena. Eva stood and took his balls with
her, pulling them up and back between his legs. He screamed and then
went stiff with agony as Helena yanked up hard on his hammerlocked arms,
popping the shoulders free of the sockets. He slumped against her, and
the beautiful woman stepped aside, letting him crash to the leafy floor
of the secluded section of the park, face first.
Helena lifted a sneaker and slammed it down on the side of his face,
standing full on it with one foot, perfectly balanced as she ground the
other side of his face into the first. She switched feet, jumping from
one to the other, back and forth, pounding his head into the ground,
laughing. Eva quickly stripped his sweats from him, leaving him naked
from the waist down. She sat on his legs and grabbed his balls, twisting
them in her strong hands, both of them, separating each nut in each hand
and pulling them apart. He howled in agony under the pounding feet of
Helena who continued to dance on his head.
The pretty black-haired girl stopped dancing and turned Rollins'
face up. She slipped off one sweaty sneaker and started rubbing the
grimy toes into his face, up his nose, in his mouth, torturing him with
it as Eva continued to pump his nuts, squeezing each in her hands, like
she were milking a cow.
"Smell 'em," Helena hissed, popping her toes up his nose. "Smell my
toes!! We've been running all fucking afternoon waiting for you, they
oughta be nice and ripe by now!!"
Rollins groaned, unable to move, his arms flopping against the
ground like strands of wet spaghetti. His entire lower section was on
fire, the strong hands of Eva popping one nut in one hand, the other in
her other hand, back and forth, taking turns ruining his manhood.
Occasionally, she'd jack his cock to life, make it stiff, and then reach
up with her sneakered feet to stomp it down again. They were right, he
thought to himself, they were killing him.
"Good job, Eva, nice separation," Helena said, looking down at her
partner's handiwork. "Nice and swollen, both of them. This should be
easy. Get the twine, would you? It's in my pack. I always carry rope,
you just never know. Like today, for example!"
Eva jumped up and unzipped Helena's fanny pack while the beautiful
woman continued to knead Rollins' moaning face in her sweaty feet before
slipping back into her sneakers and walking around between his legs. He
slid them together, and she booted them apart. She signaled to Eva.
"Keep these open, hon," Helena said.
Eva sat on Rollins' belly, leaning forward and using her feet to
spread his legs. Helena smiled and nudged his tortured balls with her
sneakered foot. His cock stiffened, even in the pain he was suffering.
"Pathetic," Helena said, stepping back a bit and cocking her long
leg back. "All this agony and they still get stiff. Fucking animals."
She let fly her foot and the toe of her sneaker slammed meatily into
Rollins' nuts. He screamed a guttural, bloody scream as Helena powdered
his nuts again and again with her foot, the impact flipping his stiff
cock back where it banged off Eva's crotch, tickling her clit through
the thin fabric of her tight shorts. She smiled, eyes closed, and as his
cock softened, which it had to do against the pain in his nuts, she
grabbed it, keeping it hard, rubbing it on her pussy as Helena continued
the foot attack on his battered balls. After five minutes of constant
kicking, she stepped forward and flattened his nut package against the
ground with the sole of her sneaker, grinding it in the dirt. Then she
stopped and backed away, as Eva humped herself to an orgasm, mashing his
now-soft prick into her wet crotch. Helena smile.
"Get up, girl, there's work to do," she said.
They stood Rollins up and looped twine around his wrists, dragging
him over to a pair of trees about 10 feet apart. They strung the twine
tight around the upper trunks of the trees, his arms stretched tight and
out to the sides, above his head, shredding the already torn tissue of
his shoulder sockets and causing him to black out in agony. Eva dropped
before him and started sucking his limp cock, at the same time tying the
twine around his left nut, and then another length around the other. A
third piece she looped around his now stiff cock. Helena took the ends
of the ropes that held his nuts, and threw one over a tree branch to the
front and right of Rollins, the other over a branch to the other side.
The cock rope went over a branch directly before him. She managed to
gather all three in her hand and them tight, tugging at his nuts and
cock. He woke up, head lolling to the side, drool oozing from his mouth.
"Wha....?" he groggily asked, focusing on the Helena standing before
him, the ends of the ropes in her hand, and Eva at his feet, his stiff
cock working in and out of her pretty mouth.
"Wha...?" he asked in confusion, watching Eva blow him but wondering
about the ropes attached to his genitals.
"Finish him," Helena said, giving the ropes a tug that Rollins felt.
Eva picked up the pace and brought him to orgasm. Rollins tilted his
head back, oblivious now to the pain in his arms that were stretched
between the two trees. He blasted on huge arc of come deep into Eva's
sucking mouth and then she was gone, the feeling and the woman replaced
by extreme agony. His eyes shot open to see his feet swing up off the
ground, the two women hauling back on the ropes. The twine strung tight
around his nuts, each one, and his cock, which stopped spouting spunk
now, as they lifted him, by the prick and balls, completely off the
ground.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Rollins screamed in pain as his nuts ballooned up
against the rope, his cock swelling to twice its thickness as his entire
body weight was held up against it.
Eva ran around and untied the ropes holding his arms. He swung
completely upside down now by his genitals. Helena bounced him up and
down a couple of times, laughing as his gurgled screams were clouded by
the blood welling up inside his throat. The two girls tied the ropes off
to the trees and watched him swing by the cock and balls.
"Gimme a push!" Helena yelped, and jumped up on Rollins, wrapping
her arms around his waist, her rugged thighs around his neck and head,
squeezing the cries off in her scissors.
Eva giggled and pushed the two of them, swinging them back and forth
harder and harder, the rope cutting tighter into his cock and nuts. It
only took a few swings more before the rope slid together all the way,
exploding his balls in a mist of gory liquid, red and white; he hung
solely by the cock now until Helena jerked down on him with her arms and
legs and yanked his pecker free as well. He crashed headfirst to the
ground, and she rolled off him, a river of blood coursing from his
crotch where once his genitals dwelled. His nuts no longer existed in
any form; flattened bags of red goo lay on the forest floor in a pile of
leaves, and his rope-severed cock twitched in a shriveled lump nearby.
"Whew, quite a workout, huh, Eva?" Helena asked, stretching her foot
up behind her, loosening her quads for the return run through the park.
It was dark now. Eva looked around as they jogged off.
"Think anyone will bother us?" she asked Helena.
The sexy killer sighed as she jumped over the dead body of the rich
man in the fall leaves.
"I can only hope," she said, and the two laughed.
"Oh, yeah, baby, that's good, that's good, that's soooooo fucking
good," Marks growled, head back, his hands wrapped around the pounding
feet of Kate that were locked around his hard cock.
Kate had caught up with him in the coffee shop around the corner
from his office. He bought a cup and was on his way out when he saw her
sitting near the door, long legs crossed, her sandal-wrapped foot
bouncing sexily. She looked at him and winked. He stopped, made
conversation, and was now driving along in his car, Kate leaning back
against the Saab's passenger door, her feet in his lap, footing him off.
The soft soles of her incredibly long feet caressed his stiff cock,
taking him to the brink of orgasm. She stopped and smiled.
"No, don't stop, don't stop!" Marks cried out, running his hand
through his white hair, exasperated. "Please, it's not good for me!"
She laughed. "Got a bad ticker, do you? Is that it?"
She knew it was. He'd had three heart attacks in the last five
years. He was 55, smoked heavily, drank more, and ate all the wrong
foods. How he lived this long was beyond her, but one thing was certain:
He wouldn't live much longer.
She pumped his cock slowly again, and it oozed precum which coated
her feet, lubricating them nicely. As he wound his way through heavy
city traffic at the end of the work day, he nearly drove into other cars
from the joy.
"Gonna....come....." he growled.
For an older guy, he gave up a lot of nutsauce, Kate thought to
herself, as she watched a gallon of spunk ribbon out of his cock and
coat her endlessly pumping feet. She jacked him clean, unloading every
drop, making his softening cock slap against the comey mess of her foot.
He moved against the constant motion, trying to get her to stop.
"Please...that was good, but now it kinda hurts, tickles, you know,"
he whined.
Kate clamped down harder, staring into his eyes, pursing her full
lips.
"You'll come again," she growled, scissoring his cock harder in her
come-sloppy feet. "I say you will, you will."
He looked gamely back at her and drove off in traffic. Sure enough,
his cock stiffened again, miraculously. It felt good. But his chest
started to ache. In less than 10 minutes, she'd squeezed another good-
sized load from him, the latest mixing with the first layer of spunk
already coating her pretty feet. She kept going and he slumped.
"Please...I'm amazed you did what you did, but I can't take it..."
he said hoarsely. "Too good, it's too good...."
Kate smiled and told him to pull into a nearby parking garage.
"To the roof," she growled. "All the way to the roof."
He pulled up and parked in a far corner, where no one was around.
Kate continued to stroke his comey cock in her spermed-up feet. He
groaned in pain and pleasure and clutched at his chest, his head back,
eyes closed. He came again, a much smaller load, oozing out a watery
load to wash down Kate's tireless feet. Her sandals were completely
covered in come now. And she didn't stop.
"Please!! You gotta quit, I'm dry, no more, no more!!" Marks cried
out, hands on his head, his cock trying to wither in the comey juncture
of Kate's pumping feet.
Just then the back door of his car opened and Judit slid in.
"Buenos nochas," she said in her native Spanish tongue, putting her
pretty blonde head on Marks' shoulder, looking over into his startled
eyes.
"Friend of mine," Kate said. "She'll help you come again."
Judit sat back and lifted her legs to Marks' slumping shoulders. She
wore leather pumps which she slowly took off in his face. The lifelong
foot man could not deny the feeling of watching two slender, red-nailed
feet twist and flex before his eyes; his cock stiffened again in Kate's
feet. The women smiled.
"Mmmm, you like these feet, huh?" Judit asked sexily, turning her
toes back and forth before him, locking her slim ankles around his neck,
slowing the blood to his brain in her scissor grip. "Watch my toes, Mr.
Marks, watch them dance!"
Marks was so caught up in the sight of a beautiful woman's feet in
his face and another's jerking him off he didn't even notice that
perfect strangers knew his name. He humped up with his cock, reached up
with his hands and caressed Judit's dancing digits with trembling
fingers. He stretched his tongue out and barely tickled her toes with
the end of it. She laughed and squeezed with her ankles, cutting off
more blood flow to his brain. Stars swam before his eyes and his chest
burned. He didn't care. His cock rippled out another small load of come
over the churning feet of Kate.
"One more and we'll call it quits," Kate said, hunching her feet up
and down faster and faster, not letting his cock wither.
"Yeah, come for me, please, I wanna see," Judit said, rubbing her
toes into his face now, letting him lick and suckle them. "Then maybe
you can come in MY feet!!"
"No....please...can't..." Marks grumbled, but not stopping the mouth
work on Judit's pretty feet.
And again he came, with huge, hip-snapping motions on his part that
produced very little spunk. But as he did, as he labored through his
fifth orgasm in less than an hour, more orgasms than his cardiologist
recommended he have in a month, his heart throbbed and fluttered out of
control in his aching chest. Kate kept jerking, and Judit kept rubbing
her feet in his face.
"You said....that was it....please...heart...no...." he begged, face
ashen now as he slumped back in the seat, Judit's lean calves chewing at
his neck, squeezing the blood off to his brain.
"Die," Kate said, finally putting her feet down on the floor, a
stream of old come following them, staining the seats, his pants,
everything it touched. "Die, you murderer, die for all the girls you had
killed just so you could watch them fight and fuck, die you piece of
shit!"
Marks looked at her with fading eyes. The pain coursed through his
body, his arms, his shoulders, his chest. His heart was slowing, dying.
Judit squeezed her calves and what little blood was left flowing through
his body powered by a severely taxed heart was cut off. With a twitch
and a moan, he died.
The girls cleaned up, laughing, got into Judit's car and drove away.
Marks wouldn't be found until the next day.
Paulson was running fast for a guy his size and his age, Gabby
thought as he got ahead of her in the deep woods behind his house. She'd
come to his home, where he lived alone, and made a bogus pitch to him
about running an adventure program in which he might be interested, one
that involved rugged, muscular, athletic women like her chasing men
through wooded courses, catching them, and then having wild sex on the
spot. It was such total bullshit, Gabby thought as she was saying it, it
would be a miracle if she didn't bust out laughing in the middle of the
pitch.
But Paulson bought it because he was a guy, she thought. Put the
promise of sex at the end of any story, no matter how far-fetched and
extreme, and he'll buy it, hook, line and cock-sinker. That's the way
guys think: They don't. Gabby knew it and played it out.
So now here she was, chasing a big millionaire through his secluded
woodsy property, dressed in a shiny purple bikini (her uniform, she told
him, peeling off her street clothes in his house), with a blow-dart gun
that contained, she told him, paintballs. If she hit him in the leg, he
had to stop and succumb to her sexual wishes. If he got a shot in the
arm, he could keep going. Whatever body part was hit, he had to pretend
it didn't work.
"What a fucking loser," she sighed to herself as he took off running
through the woods, she in hot pursuit.
She waited by a clearing now, ahead of him. She'd circled around,
knowing he'd have to go by here and she was right. Aiming the blow gun,
she let fly a sharp dart. It hit him in leg.
"Ouch!" he cried out, his hand grabbing his calf. "Got me!!"
He looked at his hand expecting to see paint, even in the dark of
sunset. He felt liquid, saw a little red and assumed it was paint. He
ran off, laughing, ignoring the rule about playing that body part as
dead.
She smiled. In a minute, it would be: They weren't paintballs she
was shooting, but darts full of a powerful anesthesia, enough to render
whatever it hit, numb. She came around a corner and found him laying on
his back, dragging his useless leg behind him.
"Hey, what the fuck is this stuff?" he asked angrily as she walked
over by his head, blocking his escape.
"Anesthesia," she said simply. "Enough to paralyze you completely,
if I keep doing this."
She blew another dart into his other leg. He screamed; a minute
later, both hung limply, numb from the knees down. She laughed and
kicked them apart, pressing her foot into his crotch.
"You cunt, what the fuck are you doing?" he roared, using his strong
upper body to grab at her.
She wisely stepped back, loaded up the gun, and blew off two quick
shots, one into each biceps. He winced in pain and not long after, his
arms hung limply at his sides as he sat up, spitting anger.
"I'll fucking kill you, you whore!!" he screamed, his head bobbing
around on a torso spouting dead arms and legs.
"No you won't," Gabby said, pumping a quick dart into his face,
numbing it, rendering him unable to speak or barely blink his eyes.
Another shot to the back took him down. He lay, completely
motionless, every part of his body numb - except one.
"I know you can't talk, but I know you can feel this!" Gabby said,
peeling off his pants and standing on his cock and balls.
His eyes rolled in his head, the only part of him that could move.
Gabby separated his balls and stood one foot on each one, under each
instep, the top part of her feet scissoring his soft cock. She did a
little dance, twisting from side to side, pasting his nuts to the hard
ground beneath. Stepping back, she nudged his nuts back into shape,
swelling them up fat and proud, only to draw her muscular leg back and
slam it forward, her sharp toes crushing into his balls, popping them
painfully. She continued the testicle assault for five minutes until
drool ran from his paralyzed mouth.
"Gotta run, my man, getting late," she said, sitting down between
his legs, drawing her own legs up to her chest, cocking them into
position. "Say Goodbye to your nuts!!"
She drilled them forward, slamming her heels brutally hard into his
balls, powdering them as she blasted them repeatedly. Grunting, she did
it again and again, her quads pulsing with power from the exercise, her
heels finding their target each time, crushing his balls, driving them
back into his body, the sacks of meat bleeding internally and then
finally disappearing up inside the nut holes. Only his cock remained in
his crotch. Gabby laughed and stood up, grabbing a low-hanging tree
branch that hung over them with both hands. Squeezing his limp dick in
her clamped feet, she pulled up, stretching his cock into a thin fleshy
strand of anguished meat. Then she rotated, spinning around, hand over
hand, staying in the same place, but twisting that strand of cock flesh
into a twirled mass of knotted meat, thinner and thinner as she slowly
twisted it around. His closed eyes leaked tears that ran down his
paralyzed face; as his cock finally tore free in a shower of blood, the
sudden lack of tension flung it from the clamp of Gabby's feet deep into
woods. She dropped down and wiped her feet clean on his dying face
"Oh, hey, dumb fuck," she said, looking down at him. "There is no
company, no game, no sex. There is, or was, the Gang of Five. And you're
one less right now. You are dying, from the lack of blood that seems to
be leaving where your cock once was. Have a good night."
And she jogged off into the darkness, giggling as she stomped his
severed cock on the way by.
Suze stood in the ring in the abandoned warehouse. Ronaldo sat in
the seats. The beautiful, 5-11 killer strode around it, then to the
ropes, where she leaned on it, looking sexy in her black, low-cut dress,
black heels on sexy feet.
"Yes, I can get you all the girls you want, beautiful girls, very
sexy and willing girls, all trained in the martial arts, any time you'd
like, Ronaldo," Suze smiled into the darkness.
Ronaldo got up and stepped forward, his face on a level with Suze's
feet as she stood up in the ring. He stared at the open toed shoes, then
up her long, powerful legs, then at Suze's dark eyes. He smiled.
"I think we can do business together," she hissed, wiggling her
foot. "Now suck my toes!"
He looked stunned - and obeyed, putting his mouth to the exposed
toes sticking out of the open toes. She wore no nylons and Ronaldo's hot
tongue lathered the digits. Suze laughed and cracked open a cell phone
she took from her purse.
"Who you calling?" he asked, not taking his mouth from her sexy
foot.
"Oh, a few of the girls," Suze said. "I want to show you what we've
got."
Ronaldo was lost in the world of Suze's sexy foot, so much so he
didn't notice that she would dial one number, wait, then hit a single
button before calling another number. It was a pre-agreed upon code. The
girls would be here soon.
Suze took him to the center of the ring, sitting on a stool she'd
dragged there, crossing her legs. He crawled on his belly and continued
the suckfest on her pretty foot, then the other one. She laughed evil.
Suddenly, the ring was full, a beautiful assassin in each corner,
and one in the middle of each length of rope, eight in all, the eight
fresh from killing missions. They stood silently, watching Ronaldo
service their boss's feet. They wore only panties. Ronaldo finally
caught sight of them and jerked to his knees, startled. Then he smiled.
"Wow, they got here fast," he said to Suze, who stood up before him,
rubbing his head as she peeled off her clothes to stand in white
panties.
"They work fast, Ronaldo," she said, bidding him to strip. He did,
and stood up, his cock bobbing before him.
"Mmm, not bad, not bad," she said, grabbing it and walking slowly
around in a circle, taking him with her, eyes riveted to her. "It's
unfortunate the rest of the gang couldn't be here."
"Huh?" Ronaldo asked suspiciously. "Uh, what do you mean?"
Suze slid her hand to his nuts, grabbed them and kneaded. He winced.
"The gang, you fool, the so-called 'Gang of Five'," she continued,
crunching down hard on his nuts. "That ring a bell as I ring your's?"
He tried to pull away. She squeezed harder. The girls started
clapping their hands, in a slow, building rhythm, chanting "Crush
him...crush him....crush him...."
"I...I don't know what you mean," Ronaldo squealed, his cock
withering on her squeezing hand, sweat pouring down his panic-
stricRonaldo face.
Suze laughed. "Johnson?" she called out.
"Stuck a shoe in his cock and balls, boss!" Carol cried out from her
side of the ring.
"Rollins?" Suze asked, eyes still trained on Ronaldo, still
squeezing his nuts, still walking him in a tight circle.
"Hung by the cock and balls!" Helena announced loudly.
Ronaldo's eyes widened in horror. Suze's grip tightened.
"Marks?"
"Heart attack," Kate yelled. "But it started in my feet!!"
The girls laughed and continued to clap, faster and faster, chanting
louder and louder.
"Paulson!"
"He couldn't keep up doing the Twist with me!" Gabby hollered. "So I
got his cock off in my feet! Literally!!"
"NOOOOOOO!" Ronaldo yelled, pulling back, unable to escape as Suze
squeezed harder.
"Gang of Five is now the Gang of One," she said, mauling his nuts so
hard the meat oozed between her strong fingers. "But not for long!"
She spun around now, taking him with her, by the balls, once, twice,
three times, finally letting him go where he bounced crazily into a
corner occupied by Kate. She powered a long, thin leg up, connecting her
sexy foot to his balls with a brutal splat. He hit his knees before her,
face white. She grabbed him and lifted him up, latching onto his nuts
and spinning around like Suze had, letting go and firing him into a rope
where Gabby stood. She laughed and bent him over, clamping her muscular
thighs on his ears for a standing headscissors, and wrapping her arms
around his waist to lift him upside down against her chest. She dropped
to her knees, standing him on his head, and reached between his legs to
pummel his nuts with her fist. She let him go and spun him across the
ring, landing him with a thud at Helena's feet. The beautiful woman
lifted both feet, leaning on a corner post to do it, and slammed them
down onto his agonized nuts. He curled up in a ball, but she lifted him
by the nuts and spun him to the other side of the ring.
And so it went, back and forth, bouncing him from woman to woman,
who took turns using her hand, her feet, her knees, her shins, to
destroy his nuts before rolling him to the destructive ways of another
assassin. Suze watched, laughing, clapping with joy at each impact with
Ronaldo's savaged sacks of ruined nut meat. Judit and Eva double-teamed
him at one point, lifting him in their arms, spreading his legs and
ramming him, balls first, into a corner post, again and again until his
nuts were swollen to twice their normal size.
"Perfect," Suze hissed, directing the girls. "Bring him to me!"
The girls stood him up on the outside of the ropes, and twisted the
thick strands around each other, capturing his cock and balls in the
middle, the ropes brutally squeezing his genitals out and away from his
body. Suze had two girls hold her by the arms and she lifted her feet to
capture his cock, stroking it to life. He was barely awake from the
agony he'd just been through, but his cock stiffened.
"Fucking animals, that's all they are," Gabby growled.
Suze jerked him harder and harder, with the girls who weren't
holding her up clapping and chanting "Come! Come! Come!!"
In a few minutes, Ronaldo did - or tried to. Just as he started to
spurt, Suze slammed the sole of her foot onto the head of his spurting
cock, shutting off his orgasm, forcing his balls to swell more, and
brutally snapping his thick staff in half, a gruesome joint forming in
the middle. His eyes rolled in his head and he vomited, a river of
greenish, bilious puke erupting from his mouth and coating his chest,
just missing Suze. She got down and grabbed his hair, barking into his
face.
"And then there was the Gang of None, asshole!" she growled.
Stepping aside, she let the girls attack. One by one, each stood
before him and swung a foot up into his engorged balls, slapping the
meat brutally hard, bloodying them from the inside. All eight girls
went, each using one foot, then the other, several times, dozens and
dozens of life-threatening kicks to the balls that left Ronaldo barely
alive. It was Suze's turn. She stood before him.
"Just sharpened my nails," she growled. "See how it feels!"
She drilled her foot, toes first, into the swollen orbs of his nuts,
exploding them in a gush of blood and come, all over her lower leg. The
girls screamed with delight as she stood, grinding her foot into his
destroyed ball package, ruining them, twisting and pulling until his
testicles were flat, bloody pads of meat. She pulled it out with a
sucking noise. Other girls brought a bucket of water and towels to clean
her off. Ronaldo fell back, the rope still around his cock. He hung from
it, off the side of the ring, bleeding slowly but steadily.
"See ya, gang," Suze said to the laughter of the girls as they left
the ring.
It would be an hour before Ronaldo finally died.
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