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Default Rite of Manhood 3: Revolution. F/M and F/F Deathmatches

More Rite of Manhood! How exciting
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The world went on.

It tended to do that. That was the problem with time, it didn't like stopping. It happened, and it kept happening, whether you wanted it to or not. For some people, of course, it stopped going on, but only for them. In general, things continued. Technology that was once purely theoretical became commonplace. The commonplace became outdated. The new order became an old one, and the old one became a fantasy. It could happen in centuries, or it could happen over the course of a few years.

Or, it could be a bit of both. For years, now, Betty had been the ruler of the world. Her abilities in physical and sexual combat had ensured it, and after many years, nobody would dare to challenge her. Which, frankly, was fine by her. She was tired of having to let people pretend that she could be challenged. She would still wrestle, of course, and, yes, she would kill when she did it. But it wasn't on the premise of a rite of manhood.

After all. You could hardly have a society that lasted very long with no men in it at all, and no man would ever have a chance to defeat her.

She was vaguely aware that, in some way, the manhood trials likely continued even today. She just took no interest in them. Weak boys who would never become men gave her little satisfaction today. She wanted a challenge.

But she had been growing bigger and stronger, advances in medical and athletic technology had allowed her to grow in height and muscle mass. Now she had 350 pounds on a 6'3 frame, that could overpower anyone alive.

She might not find a challenge again, but she would settle for, at the very least, people who had proved themselves capable of killing, even if she knew they would never defend themselves from her.

And fortunately, as the supreme ruler, she was plenty able to choose her opponents, and to choose the sentences of criminals. In her case, well, it was easy enough to choose a few people who were supposed to get a death sentence to come to her, and allow her to do the job. There was no pretense towards the matches being fair, of course, or some sort of way for them to escape or earn a pardon. There was PROBABLY a thing like that, she supposed, in technicality. After all, if someone is sentenced to death by wrestling, and wrestling doesn't kill them, that could be considered a rather convincing argument for a pardon. They would, of course, have to put her in a position where she would submit and grant one, but, well...
Well, that was unlikely enough as to be unthinkable. They were men, men challenging her, the queen, a woman who had earned her position by taking the lives of men who dared step up to her. And now, her position was undisputed. She supposed there might be some who could win some matches, maybe gain rank, but few would ever dare challenge her. She had slain a few women in the past, and none were willing to challenge her afterwards.

There was good reason for that. She was even crueler to the women than she was to the men - And as the men who were sentenced to 'challenge' her today were about to find out, she could be exceedingly cruel to the men.
Of course, she couldn't do it every day. Every day, there were crimes SOMEWHERE on the planet, it was a large planet, and besides, you couldn't have fun all the time, even if you were a planet's supreme ruler and god-empress. You really needed to pace yourself. It was like eating candy for every meal, she had to have some time to not do it, to make the chances to really let loose and feel a body starting to shatter and break down under hers that much more enjoyable.

But she could do it on occasion, which was what counted. She COULD do it when she wanted, when she needed to let off steam, when the pressures of fairly ruling an entire world became too much, and she wanted to simply, and unfairly, rule an entire life. Oh, she could have been more selfish with the world, but frankly, there wasn't much fun in that. What was the fun in doing things for your own benefit when it's an entire planet and they know you could kill them all? Really, you've already DONE what's for your benefit, you might as well just be a good ruler because it's not like anything is going to be as fun as the stuff you had to do to become one.

She could do it from time to time. She could do it when she needed to. She could do it when she wanted to. And finally, and this was very important, she could do it TODAY.

The fact that, at 63, she no longer needed to establish her dominance and prove herself meant she also no longer went out of her way to broadcast her victories to the world. Instead, today, she would wrestle in her favorite place to do it, a place that had seen more victories than any arena, and that had playsed host to her first kills. Today, rather than a grand battle in a sandy arena in front of an audience of fans and worshippers, she would simply do battle at home, in the home she had long ago lived in with her children, before squeezing and fucking the two boys to death with her superior, divinely muscled body.

There was just something so... Fun, so comforting about coming back here to finish men off. It reminded her of who she was, and of where she started. It reminded her of the true power that she could wield when it came down to it, how her muscular, destructive body was what earned her this position. She had grown stronger and more powerful every day, and with the modifications and genetic engineering, it could be easy for her to forget that, before all of this, it was her personal, natural body and skill that had brought her to the top in the first place.

She walked down the stairs of her old bassement, and saw the men lined up, ready for their destruction. There were five handsome, muscular men, who for all their power and incredible bodies, she knew would stand no chance against her.

But they were, naturally, handsome in their own way. None less than 5'10, and all of them rippling with muscle. They would, on anyone else, have been a threat. But not to a woman like her. To her, these were just prey, ready to be slaughtered when she was ready to slaughter them. Their bodies were smooth and hairless, she had ordered them shaved down, and their arms and legs, thick as they were, looked vulnerable in the light as the lights of the basement glistened on them.
She could probably break those limbs. Shatter them. Feel the extension of bone and muscle and sinew. Feel them stretch, bend, throb, and eventually, crack like fragile porcelain for her power. It was a level of power that was almost incomprehensible for normal people, the ability to look at anyone you see and know, immediately and instinctively, that you could destroy them any way you liked. And yes, she could bend the bones and overextend them, but that wasn't what she wanted today. Today, she wanted to use pure power. After all, so many big, strong men... It would be a waste of might to make it look like she HAD to attack the weak points, wouldn;'t it?

Her eyes continued to dance over the men she would be destroying, taking in each one from head to toe, evaluating them for everything, their potential weaknesses, strengths, fears, anything that would make her want to pick one for victimization over the others, just to get him out of the way.

"Alright," she addressed the line of men, their hands and feet bound. It wasn't necessary, of course, she was fairly certain even her guards could have killed them in a few minutes, and she certainly knew she could, but it was still important. It wasn't that it made them less dangerous. It was that it reminded them of who they were, and where they were, and why they were there. It was a reminder that they would not be leaving the room alive, and it was something they absolutely deserved.

Well.

Probably deserved, anyway.

She wasn't, technically, really sure what they had been accused of. And naturally, it was technically possible that, in fact, whatever it was, and however hard her inquisitors had worked to ensure they were not mistaken, they MIGHT just be innocent of the charges. They might simply be big, strong men, who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Maybe.

But whatever they HAD been, they certainly were big, strong men who were in the wrong place at the wrong time now. The wrong place was here, in her basement, and the wrong time was when she was in the mood to get the blood pumping through her body - And, not coincidentally, get it pumping right out of someone else's.

"Alright, men. You know why you're here. I'm going to kill you. It won't take long, which some people might consider a mercy and some might consider a pity, but frankly none of you look like you're worth the effort of taking a while. Now, are there any volunteers to die first?"

She could hardly pretend to be surprised that the men did not eagerly embrace her invitation. They knew what would happen, and, as the near-dead always do, were trying hard to extend those last few moments as long as they could. She never understood the instinct. They knew what would happen. Why torment themselves by letting the fear build, and watching the damage inflicted on the others before she stepped forward to destroy them? They knew what would happen, and it would happen either way. Surely, being the first to die would be a mercy, as they wouldn't be tormenting themselves with fear?

After all, if they tormented themselves, what was she going to do?

But very well. For whatever reason they chose, they weren't going to step forward, she would have to make the decision for herself.

She walked up and down the line, looking in the eyes of each one, sizing him up for his power and skill. She didn't think of herself as a particularly cruel woman. She just had her desires, and she had to fulfill them. And nobody could stop her. That wasn't cruelty, that was practicality. If they could stop her, she wouldn't do it. It wasn't her fault that every other man and woman on the planet was so much weaker than her, it was just relaity. The strong survive, and the weak who challenge them suffer and die for their hubris. It had been the way since the ancient world.

Her eyes settled out a likely one, a caucasian male, a bit like her sons. It would be a good little warm-up, a reminder of the fun she'd had in here in the past, before she had ascended to the throne and abandoned the idea of being defeated. She stopped in front of him, and stared in his eyes. He had the resolute defiance of a man who may know he's outmatched, but will never admit it. That was what she liked to see.

She continued to walk along the line, sizing up each male in turn, before she stepped into the center of the mats, where she had so many times in the past. A smile of anticipation played across her lips, and she could already feel her muscles tensing with the excitement and knowledge of what was to come. She stretched out her hand and indicated her chosen prey.

"That one," she commanded, "Release him to me!"

Her amazon guards stepped forward, and reached down to undo the man's wrists from their bindings. She smiled, she could see his muscles tense. He was going to come at her. She knew it wouldn't save him. She suspected he did too, but it wouldn't stop him. He was a man with enough pride in himself and desire to live that he knew he couldn't wait for her to come to him. Besides, if he was a killer, well, it would certainly explain him having a 'killer instinct.'
She waited as the guards bent down behind him to undo his foot shackles as well. She almost wished she didn't have to bother, it wasn't like she couldn't take five men at once. Then again, doing so would probably mean dispatching a few of them with quick punches or knees that pierced right through the skull, and as satisfying as it could be to feel bone break, flesh rip, and brain matter splatter out around her hand, she wanted to take her time with this one. It wasn't just about killing them, it wasn't just about proving her power or intimdiating the men. It was about having fun doing it.

Besides, she knew the battle was being watched live by her loyal subjects. She wanted to drag it out. She knew it wa sher power that let her strike them dead in a single blow, but some people might be foolish enough to think it was mere luck or a good 'rainbow' strike that had protected her.

The shackles of his wrists and legs fell away, and the man lowered his head like an angry bull, and charged. She smiled, this was exactly what she had been waiting for. He rushed at her, and she quickly stepped to the side, driving her shin against his, and grabbing at his waist. She lifted, she pushed, and she hip-tossed him right to the mats. She could hear the slight wince as the other man saw his back driven onto the hard ground, and she even saw him bounce just a little from the force she used to slam him on the surface.

The man was instantly a ragdoll, flat on his back his arms and legs spread. She loved the look of that, a man flat and helpless, it was where he belonged. Unfortunately, she couldn't enjoy it for too long. She had a lot more fun to get to, and he could still get up. At least right now. It would change soon enough.

She grinned, and tossed her leg over his head, quickly movingt to kneel, and then drop her full weight onto the man's face. She felt the low grunt as she dropped on him, his nose against her covered cunt, and smiled wickedly as his hands instinctivelky but ineffectively reached up to grab her hips and start to push on her. As if a man like him could push her off. But it wasn't truly an attempt at escape, just a survival instinct.

Well, she would fix that soon enough.

She dropped her hips down again, as if she was trying to smother him in her tight trunks. She wasn't naked yet. She would save that for later. She liked to put on a show, and let people see the dangerous woman she was before reminding them of how erotically icnredible she was too - And how that erotic power was easily turned against their fragile bodies. She was a goddess to them, a goddess to any man who she wanted to be. She felt him shudder and squirm beneath her might as she ground her groin on his face.

And then, she began to bounce up and down on him. She could see his head and hair just barely poking out of the cover of her massive, mighty thighs. She began to ride him as if his head was merely an annoying, brittle obstruction between her body and the floor, and she wanted it out of the way. After a couple bounces, she felt and heard a bit of give in him, as his bones broke for her.

She felt them crack, she heard them. She felt blood begin to drip out on her thighs. She knew that there would be a great deal more blood on them, soon, but for now, it was a lovely little taste. A little taste that would become a great ocean of viscous read once she really got her thighs around him, ocne she went from busting up his nose and his skull to shattering him like a ripe grape.
But she couldn't waste all day on foreplay. She had a man to massacre.

Which, though she didn't love to admit it, really would require her to get him weaker, at least a little. Not much, and certainly not for long. He was just a man, after all, little more than a toy for her to play with. His body was nothing but flesh and bone compared to her divine form. But she did, in the end, need to do at least SOMETHING to keep him still while she took control. Fortunately for her, even that could alwyas be made fun, made into a symbol of her power and victorious position.

She squeezed her legs tighter around his head. Not for the final crush, though she could have if she wanted to, but to show everyone how a real woman takes control when she needs to. Even the quick strikes to stun and transition could be vicious when she was the one making them. With cruel confidence, the wicked woman squeezed his head between her iron thighs, and pushed up on her calves. Her muscles bulged out as she lifted herself up, and then drove the helpless man's head directly into the ground, crushing him under her, crushing the back of his head on the mat.

Frankly, if it weren't for the mat, he would probably have been dead already. It was a testament to the resilience of the human body that he had even lived this long. Now, though, with his hands at his sides and his bloodied face trapped, she knew he wouldn't live much longer.

She raised herself up on her knees, looking down at the man beneath her. If it weren't for the blood dripping down hs body and the misshapen face, he would almost look peaceful lying back like that, eyes lidded like he was half-asleep.

It was almost - And ONLY almost - Cute, to see the man there, on his back, so helpless. With a motherly instinct that had, against all reason, not been subdued by the years of slaughtering her own sones (and those of every other woman whose sons she took a liking to,) she reached down, and slowly rubbed her hand along his cheek. It would probably have been a much kinder gesture, if there hadn't been shattered bone so close to the surface. As it was, it made the man groan.

Which, well, that was what she wanted. She had the instinct of a mother, but not a sweet and kind one. She had the instinct of a mother whose sons did well, or died. And they never did well enough for her.

She lifted herself up a little higher, and turned around, looking down his torso. She could see his body flat on the ground, arms and legs spread out, a perfect image of defeated manhood. She smiled, and lowered herself back down, settling herself, her groin and her thighs and her ass and her hips, right on the man's face. He gave a pained groan as she settled down, and licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come.

Then, she reached back, and grabbed at his hair. The man groaned again as her fingesr filed through his locks and gripped tight. She smiled as she held onto him, and grabbed the back of his head, pulling up on it to bury his head between her thighs. More pointedly, it meant burying his face against her thick ass cheeks. It was a place that every man in the world wished he could be - Until he remembered what happened to men who got there, at least.
A smug smile played across her lips. As much as she knew the man was terrified, a certain visible stiffness was growing down between her legs. She licked her lips as well. Oh, he had an impressive cock. She was sure it wasn't the most impressive here, she had an eye for those things, but impressive nonetheless. She reached down, and traced her fingers along the underside of his shaft. The man shuddered as she did.

She stretched her legs back out, crossed only at the ankles, to get ready to really crush him. Oh, she would pull him up there again, of course, when the time came. But for now, she wanted to feel every inch of his body helpless beneath hers. It was a feeling she relished, a man stretched out beneath her, shaking, body broken by her superior strength and skill, and knowing his life was about to end to her power. She leaned down over him. Her breasts pressed against his abs.

"You know," she murmurred, as she kissed his stiffening shaft, "You have a nice shaft," and then she chuckled, "It's almost a pity to waste it."

It was a ilttle bit of mock affection before she readied him for the end, a little bit of teasing before the total decimation she had planned. Her thighs pressed tighter around the sides of his head, pushing in on his ears. It was as if she wanted to ensure he could hear nothing but the blood that pumped through her legs. Soon, he would be hearing it alongside the tensing of steel-like muscles. She laughed at the thought, seeing his hands start to lift just a little, to try to push himself free. But after so much damage, the man beneath her wouldn't have been able to lift a cat, much less a full-groan, musclebound woman with a thirst for destruction.

His hands pressed right on her knees, and as soon as she felt the palm touch the underside of her leg, she stretched her legs out further, and squeezed.

"GGGLLLKKKK!" She heard a familiar grunting and gurgling sound behind her as the man in her grip began to realize his fate. She licked her lips, oh yes, this was what she wanted. The feel of his manly muscles helpless to defend themselves against her awesome body. The knowledge that she could end him at any time, adn the joy of waiting, of making him wait, head trapped, helpless, for ehr to decide to end him.

And she would keep him waiting for a little while yet.

She smiled, and gave a hard twist of her hips. IT was hard to balance this sort of attack perfectly, if she went too far, the victim died immediately, neck broken, but if she didn't do it enough... Well, then he didn't feel as much pain as she wanted, and that was a problem enough to not need further explanation.

She smiled, and then reached back, gripping his hair in one hand. The man groaned, as she released the hold for just a moment, pulling his head up higher. Then she raised her legs as well, crushing him against her ass, forcing him to bury his face in her tight-muscled ass and dripping, infamous cunt. The man himself could only groan as she forced his face to the mix of ecstacy and horror that was her set of delectable holes. He would have to appreciate the view, even if he didn't want to. But he would be helpless to survive the consequences of seeing it.

She pressed his head closer with her calves, and squeezed tighter, upping the pressure by the second. Stuck and groaning with hisf ace between a set of incredible legs, the man was too weak to raise his hands and push her off. He was too weak, even, to put his hands on her. They were just stuck to the ground, flat, as she forced him down beneath her. She didn't need a cock. This was her greatest pleasure, her greatest erotic joy, feeling a man dying between her awesome muscles.

Her body was a weapon, a pure image of muscle and power that could never be defied. Her thighs slowly tightened, a vice that would take the life of the man trapped between them, as she looked back over her shoulder, and saw him struggling, shaking, the top of his head turned purple from the crush.

And slowly, as she squeezed tighter and tighter, the purple got deeper. The man was shaking, now, not just struggling but shaking wildly beneath her. She couldn't help moaning in excitement, as she felt sweat drip down her legs and over his body. She reached down to rub her own breast as the man's body twitched helplessly. Her leges were getting a little darker, too, as the muscles bulged and pressed against the sides - In a quest to press deeper, press all the way through not only her legs, but his skull.

But she wouldn't do that quite eyt. It wasn't enough to just kill someone, she could do that any time she liked. She wanted to feel them suffer. The point wasn't just that they die, but that she live, live as the greatest and most powerful woman there was. She bit her lower lip as she thought about it, knowing that even this kill was, in its own way, just her teasing herself towards future pleasure, what she'd be getting later.

Not that that stopped her from enjoying it now. She felt tears starting to form on his cheeks, and then get longer. He was in tears now, and then a moment later, he was foaming at the mouth. His arms and legs began to twitch, as his unwittingly convulsing body shook under her, giving unwilling and ecstatic worship to the living goddess of flesh and muscle who had him trapped in her grip. He was sweating, crying, soaking through her trunks as she squeezed.

And of course, that wet spot was about to get much, MUCH wetter, as she finally decided he had had enough. Not because she was done torturing him and wouldn't like to subject him to more agony, but because she was fairly certain that by now there were blood vessels bursting and bits of brain shutting down, and she didn't want the pain to stop before he died. No, she wanted to be sure the last moments of his life were filled with as much pain and fear as she could force on him.

She looked back, laughed, and then started up another, harder squeeze. The pressure had been deadly before she started, but now, it was getting worse. The power was getting more and more destructive, the muscle was quaking. There was that beautiful moment that always came as the bone tried to put up the last bits of fight against her awesome thighs, as the body shook and twitched and it felt like this time, she MIGHT have to settle for just shattering the skull and driving it into the brain...

And then it broke. The man began to scream, but he didn't get the chance. Her thighs were larger than his head, and in only the merest fraction of a second, they had gone from being slightly apart, to being flat against each-other. The effect on his head was expected, as it went from being a solid obstruction to little more than bloody, gooey paste stuck between her legs.

And it continued to get wetter between her legs, too, as the feeling of his head shattering and smashing flat made the mighty woman groan and orgasm, her body shaking from the pleasure of knowing what she'd just done. The man underneath her had fought for his life, and been unable to stop her, been unable to even hint at approaching stopping her. She'd crushed him, and she loved the feeling of warm, viscous blood dripping down her legs. It made her feel powerful. It made her feel beautiful.

It made her feel like she should show the others what it looked like.

Slowly, she stood, the red blood pouring down her thighs like a viscous waterfall. She smiled, and looked back at the men as they stared in shock and fear at her bloody legs. She had just ruined a man, taken his life as easily as she would throw around a training dummy, and now, there was nothing but blood and a headless body on the floor. She stood tall, and raised her arms up, flexing her biceps and her thighs, making the men look at the sheer power of the woman who would take their life.

She was power, she was dominance, she was fury and fear and sadism incarnate. She was eevrything these men could never be, the living avatar of physical and sexual perfection. She saw how they gazed at her in shock and awe, and a little smile played across her lips.

She kneeled down, stretching one leg out to the side to let the blood drip more heavily, slightly moving herself to rest on the other one, bent, and repeated the flex, her muscles standing out against her taught flesh. Her eyes flashed as she saw the men groan, all of them staring in awe, all of them clearly aware of what she could do, and all of them clearly terrified of her. As they should be. She kept her eyes on them, and flexed again, her muscles seeming to triple in size.

"G-Guhhhhhh!!" That got the reaction she wanted. One of the men, clothed only in tight white underwear, suddenly had a thick, dark, wet patch dripping down the front of his trunks. The men on either side of him shuffled away, well aware that a sacrifice had been chosen, and not wanting to stand too close, lest they catch her eye and her mind change. She smirked as she saw the helpless man, knees shaking, clutching the wet patch as if he could hide it from her.

"That one!" She said, indicating the whimpering form of the unfortunately out-of-control man. He was tall and muscular, but compared to her, and especially now with his body quivering in fear, he looked weak, and as brittle as a stick. She stepped forward, and grabbed him by the hair. He cried out in pain, and she pulled him forward, pulling him onto the wrestling mats as he shuddered and tried to clutch and defend his cum-soaked groin.

The vicious dragging and forceful attack was somewhat muted when, while preparing him to be taken down to the ground, the young man quite unintentionally took himself down for her, falling helplessly to the mats in front of her. She looked back at his legs, stretched out behind him. They were still bound. It was, of course, her doing that she'd forgotten to order them unbound. That did not, however, mean she would take some type of responsibility for it. Oh no, anything she could use to blame and punish the man, she would.

She grinned, and looked down at him as his body was lain flat-out in front of her.

"Oh, trying to get out of it, are you?" She demanded, and raised her foot to deliver a powerful stomp tot he back of his knee. She felt the bone shatter as she forced his knee down to the mat, she heard him scream as she twisted her foot, breaking and torturing him even more as he was helpless to stop her, just as helpless as all men were. She laughed wickedly as he groaned, his face already bruised, his bound hands had been unable to stop his fall to avoid it.
"Weak, foolish little man!" The wicked woman laughed, "You're helpless here, look at you, lying like that. You can't even get on the mats and die properly!" She snarled, and he just shuddered, lain flat out and helpless before her might.

Oh, but he was going to get a good lesson in dying, soon enough. He was going to learn it the hard way. She smiled, and dropped her hips down, straddling the young man's back. He was pinned under her, now, under her awesome weight and muscle, with her legs spread out around his torso. She licked her lips as she looked down at him. Oh, he was so helpless, so stuck, so defenseless before her. She slowly ground herself againstt him. Once again, it wasn't time for sex YET, but that didn't mean she wasn't getting off on what she was doing. Besides, it was only fair, he had. And now, she was going to make him pay for the privilege.

"You like strong women, do you?" She mocked him, reaching down and wrapping his hair around her fingers. He just groaned as she did, rubbing in her power, showing him and the men behind him both what she could do. She knew the men behind were probably struggling with their own excitement, by now. They were watching her slaughter a helpless young man, one of her favorite pastimes, and they were going to see just how viciously and effectively she could do it when she knew he had done something that was worth killing him for - Like cumming while looking at her body, taking pleasure from her form without permission.

She yanked back on his hair, "I said, DO YOU LIKE STRONG WOMEN?!" She demanded, yelling in the helpless man's ear.

It was clear that there was no answer that would save him, but tthe little part of the mind that refuses to accept such facts, that refuses to sit down and die no matter how much easier it would be on everyone, struggled to figure out how he could respond which would, at the very least, minimize the pain. He shuddered, and after a few more seconds, he nodded frantically - Or as frantically as he could with her hand in his hair, which admittedly was a small amount of movement and a large amount of pain as he tried to avoid his hair being yanked out by the roots - And admitted it.

"Y-Yes! I... I love your body!"

"You worship my body?!" She demanded.

"Y-yes! Yes, I worship my body! Your body is my goddess!"

"Oh, really," she said with a sadistic tone in her voice, "Then BOW BEFORE YOUR GODDESS!"

And with that, she slammed his face down on the mat, driving it to the floor. The mat may have protected their bodies a little from slams or trips, but it was no protection or padding at all against a woman actively trying to drive a man's head into the ground, the sort of level of force one might expect to be used if she wanted to break all the way through the cement floor of the basement.

She didn't break the cement with his skull. But she did break the skull. She heard it crack on the impact, and felt his body twitch beneath her.

Oh, it felt so good to have a man like this, trapped beneath her mighty muscles, her legs crushing in on his body. It was the greatest feeling she could imagine, she was squeezing down with her thighs, pulsing them, and shoving his face to the mat. She rubbed it up and down the plue mats, letting the rubber seem to grip and pull at his skin as she did. It was agony. She knew it was. That was the point, it was agony that was earned by any who defied her.

She worked her hips against his back, taking pleasure in how she used his body beneath her. Taking pleasure in the way his muscles felt against her groin, and how the way he squirmed and struggled to escape made him work his back on her crotch like it was a beautiful, sensual massage. She could practically moan at the feeling of so much helpless male power beneath her, but for now, she held off. It wouldn't do to look too vulnerable or excited around the future victims, lest they get ideas.

Instead, still straddling his back and holding his head down with one hand, she raised the other hand up, showing off the size of her impressive biceps which she was using to destroy the man beneath her, and looked back at the other men.

"You see this?" She laughed, "You see what happens to those who disappoint me?" And then she gave them a wink, "Watch closely. The lesson is only beginning."

She brought both hands off of his head, and raised them above hers, showing off the long, rocklike extent of her powerful back muscles. The men were impressed. They had to be. They would likely be punished if they weren't, but besides, how could anyone NOT be impressed by witnessing so much power and dominance in one place? There wasn't a man alive who wouldn't be in awe of this perfect image - At the very least, not if he wanted to remain alive for much longer.

And oh god, she KNEW her back muscles were massive, they were incredible, she knew that as well as anyone else, and she knew the men were just in awe of them as well. She made them flex, watching as the muscles contracted and the whole skin undulated. The effect on the men was immediate. They moaned and groaned, getting more and more excited as they watched her. And as they did, she squeezed the man beneath her with her thighs, feeling his ribs crack beneath her and the life being forced from his body.

"I am your queen! I am your goddess!" The powerful woman declared, watching ropy loops of veins pulse along her legs as she kneeled and locked him in a vicious bodyscissors, the smooth curves of her biceps swelling for the appreciation of his companions as his face and body began to turn purple under the cruel attention of her mighty legs. She laughed as a tear down his face, so faint and helpless. But the destruction was not yet complete, her victory had not yet been fully savored.

She was straddling him now, but she had a better idea. She looked down at him, and laugehd, "Alright, boy. If you like my body so much, if you find me so erotic, if you think you have the RIGHT to take pleasure from my presence... Why don't you show me just how gorgeous you find me?" She asked, and with a vicious laugh, she rolled to the side. Her legs pulled the man with her, putting him first on his side, and then, with little more than a quick twist, forcing him on his back as she lay with her legs around his midsection.

And she moved them lower, lower until her bulging thighs and calves pressed against his cloth-covered groin, her ankles rubbing back and forth as her powerful legs doubled up on his midsection like a python gripping its victim. She felt his cock swell against the muscle, and saw his eyes widen. She looked at the other men, smiling slowly.

"It is time for this man to show his devotion. It is time for him to give his life willingly to his goddess!" She declared, again in that low, powerful tone.

She moved her hips slightly, rubbing back and forth, feeling the pleasures of his suffering as the bulge in his pants pressed against her muscle. "Know that when you give me your seed, I will give you your death. Let your cock sacrifice your life to your queen!" She commanded, and started to squeeze. She didn't rub her legs b ack and forth to massage him, she didn't need to, she had power far greater than the ability to give pleasure. She had the power to make men climax for their own destruction.

His cock was so hard, and yet, not nearly as hard as her mighty iron leg muscles. She felt him between her legs, his body began to twist and yank as she forced it to follow the curves of her legs against his groin. And then, he tried to get free. The foolish man tried to twist his hips against the hold, but there was no escape. She simply continued to squeeze, crushing his midsection, crushing his torso, crushing the life and power and pride from the helpless man between her legs. She laughed at his helplessness, she laughed at the panic on his face as he pushed weakly with his arms and tried to twist, but her grip was like a statue this man was a weak fool. She twisted him left and right, making his body follow, and with her hands wrapped around his chest for extra pressure, the man could only push weakly against her domineering presence.

"P-Please!" She heard the man moan, and she let up slightly. He was close to tears.

"I can take your life... Or let you live... You are nothing compared to me," she told him. He shook his head and let out a hopeless cry. She tightened again and he was very close to fainting. She smirked as she showed everyone just how helpless he was, him included, reminded him he would never escape. Her mighty muscles wrapped around this feeble creature and slowly shut off his air supply as she cruelly laughed at his predicament. She knew his cock would humiliate him one last time, humiliate him by proving to everyone he would prefer to cum for her than live.

"Look at this helpless man!" She commanded the others, reaching down to slap his weak cheek. A light slap from her was like a blow from a hammer delivered by anyone else. The man's teeth were send flying, blood poured from his mouth, and he groaned. She looked to the others and loudly smacked him again while applying a small pressure with her legs, torturing him for the view of the others. "Do you see how weak men are? I own your life, I own your deaths, and you will die at my command, just like this one! Every... Last... One... Of... You!" She tightened her hold, shaking him in warning for a moment before breturning to simply crushing him slowly as he weakly tried to use his hands to push her away.

Her legs were a perfect torture chamber, squeezing and twisting the man. She raised an arm to show off her awesome biceps once more, to let her gorgeous back and arm muscles play over herself as her wicked thighs made the man squirm. She could kill him now. She could kill him any time she liked. But she WANTED to make sure that everyone saw her, and more importantly, she wanted to reminde herself that she could, in fact, kill him whenever she wanted. It could be now. But it didn't HAVE to be, if she didn't want it to. This was her decision, her life to end. She looked down at him, with a cruel and confident smile playing across her lips, the smile of a woman who has the power of a god in her hands - Or, perhaps more accurately, her legs.

"Look at my body, little man!" She commanded. He stared helplessly up as blood and drool dripped from the side of his mouth. "Look at what you will die for, what you worship so much you will end your own life for it! Do you see the power of my beautiful body? I could kill you with a finger, I could kill you in a second. But I'm making YOU make the decision," she laughed, and rubbed her breast, thinking about how perfect it was, how awesome it was, to know that a man was squirming like a worm under her power. So many had died like this, but it never got old. She could feel the fear falling over the men watching, as they slowly started to realize just how much she enjoyed drawing out their torturous deaths. The first one had, in its own way, been warm-up. She wanted to make sure every one was different, every ending memorable, and every little bit of life she stole was unique and destructive.

She looked back at the other men, fire in her eyes. She saw them jump back in fear, one stumbling thanks to the shackles confining his movement. She licked her lips, "What do you think? Do you boys like STRONG. WOMEN?" She punctuated the last two words with powerful squeezes, squeezes that let her feel the man in her grasp buck and twitch in helpless deference to the godlike power of the woman who had him trapped in her mighty thighs.


And more than that, it let her feel the man beneath her's cock buck and twitch as well, as if it was already preparing to give up its creamy life fluid - And the associated man's life. She looked down at him, and saw his head rolled back, his eyes closed as he tried to hold off his in-cumming demise. She smirked, and gave another few pulses. These weren't the light, butterfly-like pulses of a muscle-fetishist's thigh massage. She didn't need to limit herself to that. She didn't need pleasure, she killed and fucked with pure musclepower. She smiled viciously as she felt him deep inside start to throb, as the man's whole body started to shudder in terror as his body seemed to realize how close he was to a vicious, deadly finish.

It was such an amazing feeling when they started to really realize the trouble. Oh, he'd been beaten, he'd been battered, but she knew it was only towards the end that a man would finally come to accept that, against all beliefs he'd ever held, he could, in fact, die. It was one of the greatest pleasures of her life, the moment when, shaking and covered in sweat, they'd stare into her eyes, and finally come to accept that she did, in fact, have the power to end their life. That she was truly more powerful than anyone they had ever encountered. She truly was the goddess of their lives, she was the one who would end them.

And oh, how erotic it was. Erotic to them, and erotic to her. It was this moment which the whole struggle was about: Giving up the ghost, and becoming nothing before her. And oh dear God, it was hot. It was worship, worship better than any god ever had. It wasworship not of some sort of imaginary god, but of the knowledge that the person near them was truly, undeniably, greater than them. Their whole lives, petty things like money, houses, cars, clothes, even children had been lived at her own discretion.

"Yes!" She cried, leaning back enough to let him and everyone else see her in all her muscled, sweaty, powerful glory. She leaned back so even the men behind her could see her breasts heaving with her barely restrained power, see the passion in her eyes. "Look at this! Look at me! All of you! This is the body of your god! This is the body of a woman who is in shape, who can snap your necks like twigs if she wanted to! A woman capable of having any man, of killing any man! You are all weak males, and I am the perfect image of muscle and power!"

The man beneath her groaned, and she smiled at the sound, knowing that soon, she would end it. Soon, she would end his life, she would end everything he ever was. Just with her mighty legs. Her body was living perfection. Muscles rippled underneath her skin, even under the skin of her thighs, and every moment they shuddered and pulsated with life, with energy, like a rolled up inferno of power just waiting to explode outwards in a supernova of death.

"And there is only one appropriate response to feeling the touch of a goddess!" She shouted, "Show them what it is!"
She gave another, powerful pulse of her leg muscles, and felt the man's already stiff cock grow even harder against her rocky, veiny legs. She felt him trying to stop it, but by now, she knew it was inevitable. The orgasm that would end his life was coming, and she wanted it. She wanted him, every last man here, to know their place. Worshippers! Victims! Toys for her to flex her muscles upon! To end their lives at her own discretion!

And then, the man's cock exploded, cream spurting out of its tip and landing against her muscular legs. She laughed, powerful, loud and booming, as his cock, his body, worshipped her with one final effort, more spunk landing against her powerful legs. And she looked down, and crushed. She felt his cock, still cumming, get crushed by her powerful legs. The man screamed as she kept flexing them, crushed up against his pelvis, the bone snapping and breaking under the strain of her muscles. His bones shattered into pieces as her thick, powerful muscles smashed into him. His eyes rolled up into his skull and he screamed, blood spurting out around his broken pelvis as his bones sliced up into his organs and arteries.
Her legs met, slicing the man in two as his body was smashed between her powerful muscles. Blood gushed forth, completely soaking her, before she released her muscles and watched the two pieces of meat fall to either side, the man going into violent spasms as blood erupted from his sliced pelvis.

The other men were watching in shock and horror as blood oozed out from the man. Even he looked shocked. He was, somehow, still alive, still conscious. She smiled, standing tall, letting the blood drip from her thighs. As thick and crimson as it had been before, now it was even wetter and wilder, more vivid and extreme. Her perfect form was splattered with cum and seed, and the man at her feet was screaming, his legs separated from the rest of his body, guts pouring out from his ripped open stomach.

She looked down at him as he lay, bisected, still alive in front of her. She smiled cruelly, looking down at his shaking, gore-dripping body. He seemed to not understand what had happened to him. Then, she raised a foot up into the air, as he saw her bold, powerful muscles ripple under her thick skin. She stomped down. There was a splintering noise as his skull shattered under her foot. She wriggled her toes, feeling his brains and gore squelch between them. She pivoted on her foot, turning with the brains, laughing as she began grinding them into the floor with the ball of her foot.
She stared at the watching men, and then raised her arms and flexed. Her biceps swelled up, throbbing and on overdrive from the fighting, blood rushing to the muscles, her veins popping out prominently. They watched in horror as she used her other foot to kick the body away from her, as blood and guts spattered the floor. Some of it got on her foot and shins. But she could see they were aroused, too.

And then, as she stared at the two men, she noticed a problem.

Specifically, that there were only two men. There should have been three. The third, despite her guards, had managed to get away. She couldn't blame the guards, of course, her destruction of the man was a truly glorious event. And besides, the door to the basement was locked. She smiled, "Oh, look at that. It looks like one of you's scared of me, aren't you?" She smirked, and crossed her massive, muscular arms in front of herself. She slowly prowled towards the shaking men. Two of them, anyway, while out of the side of her eye, she tried to figure out how this man had escaped. She couldn't see any outside help, just the two terrified men and herself. Still, one of them was missing... She glanced at them, prowling, watching their wide eyes and fear.

"So... Did either of you see where he went?" She asked sweetly. Those two men would know the punishment for disappointing her. Well, of course, the punishment would be what would happen anyway, she would be killing these men one way or another, but she could certainly get creative. The amazon guards smiled as they saw her size up the men, saw how her body glistened with muscular threat. It was a reminder of what she could do, of what she would do to anyone who would dare defy her. Even her bodyguards were transfixed, eager to see what she would do.

But the man couldn't have got far. There weren't many places to hide, after all, it was a basement with a mat on the floor, and nothing else. She smiled, rubbing her breast idly and looking at the two men, seeing fear take over their minds. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw a little bit of movement, a little bit of inconsistency between the shadow and the wall, that told her where the man she was looking for had hidden himself. She smiled, groping her breast, and then darted to the side, under the stares, where the man was hiding.

Her fingers grasped onto the man's hair, and pulled him towards the mats. She heard a loud, shocked groan as he tried to push her hand away, but she would allow no defiance, here. She was in charge. She was queen. She was the goddess. She heard him groan in pain, her hand pulling him by the hair towards the mat. Trying to escape had earned him the next death, before the others, it had earned him and she would enjoy tormenting this man. His feet were kicking behind them as he tried to escape, while she yanked his hair as if his scalp was a handle she could use to carry his body. She dropped him on the ground, where he collapsed onto the mat, crashing into it. The three massive amazon guards stood behind the two victims who were, for now, grateful not to have drawn her attention.

"So, weakling, you don't want to fight?" She said with a smile, "You don't want to be here, huh?"

"I-I-" the man started.

"Oh, you think I'm too rough, do you?" She teased, "Well. I can be gentle, you know. I can be kind. And if you find me too rough, well... How about I go for nothing but a little kiss. I won't throw you down. I won't get my arms around you. We'll just stand here and I can hold your head and we'll kiss," she smirked.

The man shuddered, and she smiled. She knew that he was looking for the catch, but she was also pretty sure that she had disguised it. Either way, she didn't wait for an answer, she just dove in and kissed the man, driving her tongue deep into his mouth, holding his head against her face and stopping him from escaping her attention. Even her kiss could be cruel, overpowering him with vicious oral muscle, twisting and pushing and keeping him stuck against her. It was simultaneously a makeout session and an oral torture, as the man's breath was cut off by her tongue and he struggled to breathe through his nose with her filling up his oral cavity.

His hands raised to her breast, trying to push himself aaway, but she had him trapped. Her tongue twisted and twirled inside of his mouth, her hands holding his head so he couldn't escape no matter how much force he exerted ion her breasts - Breasts that, she knew well, were as impressive and powerful to the touch as any other part of her body.

She felt him trying to get away, and she just KNEW what he was trying to do. The idiot man was just going to try and struggle against her, to try and escape. No man could succeed, no man could stop her from proving her dominance. Oh, but he didn't even know what he was reallly in for, what this kiss would soon become. She sucked his tongue into her mouth with so much force it was straining at the base, hertongue twisted around his like a snake's as she pushed it down his throat. He struggled for breath, but she wouldn't let him go, her hands kept his head in place so that he couldn't move away from her dominating stance.

She kept kissing him, twisting her tongue around his, cutting off his breathing and keeping him powerless in the lock of her lips. And this wasn't going to end, no, not while he was still breathing. She wouldn't stop until he was dead. Not just dead. His body broken and his skull shattered by the force of her power, his life extinguished by the hammer of her mouth, her hands, her tongue, her body. His life was going to end by this kiss. He was going to die, for her pleasure, for her ego, for her pride. He was going to die by the grace of his queen. She controlled his life, and his death, his body, his heart. And right now, unfortunately for him, his head.

So weak. A stupid, pathetic man with raw strength that couldn't even get close to matching hers. Strength mattered so much to men, and yet in the face of a true Amazon such as herself it meant nothing. Her tongue continued to bash into his, her lips still wrapping around his in a kiss so tight that not even air could pass through the connecting points, her hands keeping his body in place, pressed to the side of his head and his temple. She laughed, pushing the sound into his mouth as her lips bit down for a moment, digging into his tongue with her teeth. She rolled her hips against him, feeling his large dick push against the amazing abs she had worked so hard to build. She felt his cock down low, too, pressed to the cleft of her cunny. Fucking hell, this felt so good. She was a goddess. She was a queen. She was a woman in control of her body, and the life of the pitiful worms in front of her.

He was shaking, squirming, struggling to breathe, struggling to live. It would be so easy to break his neck with her bare hands, but that would be far too kind. She didn't want him to leave this world with a broken neck. She wanted him to feel the full extent of her might.

But if he thought he was suffering now, well, she ahd a lot more agony in store for the man as she continued to kiss him. Shew knew he would be feeling it, now. The sides of his head pushing in, the skull deforming under her grip. Oh, yes, this was the true power of a goddess. She saw the shock in his eyes, as he went from just struggling against the force of the kiss and to get the oxygen, to realizing what exactly this wicked woman had in store. Her hands tightened about his head, and her wonderful, powerful glory shone through as the sides of his skull began to push in towards one another.

Oh, not shattering, no, not yet. She was takinmg it slow. She was making him ffeel every rough, wonderful moment of her sheer strength as she deformed the hard bone and cartilage of his skull. His face grew red under the pressure, being deprived of oxygen and even blood by the aggressive kissing and cruel deformation of his skull. She would make him yearn for it to shatter in her hands.

She heard a gasp of shock as the watching men realized what she was doing. The twist of her fingers, the pressure of her palm, the deformations of his skull,they had come to see what it was she was planning. Even her amazonian guards made a sound of subtle approval, impressed by her torture, and her confidence that she could pull off this peculiar form of execution.

He struggled, and strained, and tried to escape. She gripped his skull, digging her strong fingers into his temples. Her thumbs, resting comfortably on either side of the bony ridge above his eyes, began slowly pressing inward. The eyes themselves were squeezed tight with terror, but his hands began lashing out. He started punching her in the shoulders, the belly, even going for the throat.

But nothing could stop the vicious attack she was pressing into his skull with her thumbs. He coughed, the air driven from his lungs by the heavy thrusts of her fingers that sent him into gagging fits. His mouth was forced open as her hands deformed the soft bone of his cheeks, and then his jaw. He could take it no longer, and lodged a desperate scream that was smothered by her lips. The pressure kept building. The bone wasn't cracking, but she could tell from the way he was beginning to drool that he surely would soon wish it would. Her lips pushed harder to his, now, and she drank in his helplessness as he struggled and twisted against her. She was in charge. She was a queen, dominating her subject for the crime of trying to deny her the pleasure of a kill. Punishing him for not accepting his role as prey for her passionate hunger. She was a goddess, and that meant no less than a display of dominance through a slow, forceful crushing of his skull.

His eyes began to widen as she felt spiderweb cracks start to form beneath his skin. Her thumb met some resistance as it plunged inward, and she quickly pulled it back out, then moved to cover up her tracks. He twisted in pain for a moment, his hands clamping on the sides of his head. The blood began pooling around his ear now, spilling down from the side of his head, and starting to mix with tears. Oh god that was a glorious feeling, a glorious sight. His bones were already starting to cut into his flesh, his blood making a desperate bid for freedom from the increasingly confined space of his head.

She broke the kiss for a moment, and dragged her tongue up his cheek, tasting the blood that was starting to come through from his head. She let him have one shuddering breath as he fought to regain his senses, before trapping his mouth with her own again. His mouth was full of blood, now, and the only thing he could do was choke on it and die. His hands reached up, trying to push her away with his palms on her forehead, but she was too strong, too powerful. She was the goddess of this world, and she would not be denied her sacrifice. She would not be denied the pleasure of taking life from those she deemed unworthy of it. This was her world, and the others merely lived - And died - Within it.


His body was shaking, his blood was pouring from every orifice it could. Mouth, nose, ears, even eyes were coated in crimson, the skullcap of his head was thinning with cracks spiderwebbing out from her thumb. She didn't need to see the bare bone to know what was happening, it was all too apparent from the muffled screams that were growing wetter and weaker as blood poured down his throat. The noises he was making...oh God that's good. That's so damn good! It put all other sounds to shame.

She loved feeling and seeing all that blood up close. But there was destruction left to bring, today, and she couldn't let the gory mess stain her perfect visage too much before she was finished with her remaining two victims. She still had two sacrifices left to make before she had finished this. So she kept up the crush... But lifted him off the ground, away from the kiss, and held him dangling by his now purple head from her hands, legs kicking and arms reaching up to try to free himself from the grip of his cruel queen.

She laughed as he dangled, laughed as he struggled against her grip and pleaded as best he could with garbled sounds that were two altered by a bloody mouth and pressured brain to even near comprehensibility. Her laugh echoed through the basement room as the scent of blood filled it, the twisting, shaking man desperate for escape. But whatever thoughts his brain could still muster must surely know that there was no escape for him now.

A wicked grin spread across her face, and her biceps began to swell. The time to end this man had come. She felt her finger tips pop as her arms bulged with intertwined ropes of muscles, adrenaline pumping into them and readying herself to squeeze the life from him. There was no coming back from this grip. She watched his face pale and his eyes push out as she watched the shape of her hand begin to bulge out his face as it pushed in. There was a gasp of impressed shock at the way her biceps seemed to triple in size as the muscle-goddess flexed and bulged, ready to smash his skull and end his pitiful life.

It happened slowly at first, the bone pushed in, the cracks grew larger and longer, and then, with one last mighty swell of her biceps and flexing of her forearms, the man's skull shattered. She felt her palms connect with each-other in the area his brain had once been, as the blood seemed to burst from his shattered skull in an almost geyser-like spray. His cheeks, his temples, even his jaw were now nothing more than bits of shattered skull covered in a thick layer of quivering brain-matter and blood.

His headless body fell to the floor in front of her, and her arms separating from one-another as she heard the man's body thud on the basement floor. His body still twitched as residual muscular spasms went through him, but now it was over. He was dead, this sheep had been led to the slaughter and now lay in a pool of its own blood and life fluids.

She looked down at the corpse in front of her, her skin prickling with the excitement that graced her body. She wanted more. So much more. People didn't appreciate how hard it was to rule a world, how badly she needed the release of ending a few more lives in a quivering mess with her mighty body. She looked up from her victim to see the sheer amount of blood, gore and smashed skull that had been released. The bone was now little more than oozing fragments as blood started to pool slowly from the corpse... And that's when it hit her.

She looked down at her hands, at the red covering them, at the fierce power emanating from her flexing muscles, and then it really hit her. She was PERFECT!

She turned to stare down at the other men, the men who had just seen the consequences of defiances. Two left. Two more men to be slaughtered before the day was done. One of the amazon guards stepped forward to drag the broken body of her previous victim off the mat. It wasn't like she needed guarding from such men anyway, she was the threat. If anything, they were there to guard the men from her appetites growing too large and choosing to break two at once. Not that it would be harder for her to do, she was far more powerful than these pitiful weaklings, but because it would mean she wouldn't get the pleasure of these slow kills, and the last ones would be drawn out even further and more painfully in order to sate her bloody desires.

She smiled, and kept her eyes on the two terrified men. Her arms were massive, every inch of them bulging with rippling muscle, her fists clenched. The men's eyes went even wider as they stared, transfixed by the visage of this massive warrior monster of a woman.

"This is the last thing you'll see, men," she rumbled, her voice rumbling like thunder as she moved forward, a step at a time, approaching the two whimpering men. "You are nothing but meat to me. We are the predators, you and I. I will prove how strong I am, and I will feast on your flesh." Her breasts were moving slowly up and down with her breaths, rising to meet the men as she finally finished closing the distance. "Understand your role, recognize my power, and embrace the fact that I am about to rip your skin from your body. And now," she looked down at the two men, her muscles swollen, her glare imperious and uncompromising, "it is time for you to die."

The two men trembled, and a sadistic smile passed her lips.

"But let it not be said Ia m a ruler who does notcare for the wishes of her subjects," she chuckled, "I will allow you to choose which one of you will die first. You will be granted a death few have ever been awarded. If perhaps one of you impresses me by willingly stepping forward and volunteering to be my tribute, I may just sate myself on their body and let the other go."

Of course, she wouldn't. That much was known to any who knew her. Yes, it was a possibility, but in truth, no man had ever been satisfying enough to spare another victim. She was not a woman prone to leniency.

The two men looked up at her in horror, seemingly paralyzed by her dominance. The men were shaking. They looked to each-other, and tried to back away, but the guard behind them kept them locked in position. They couldn't do anything but stare up at her, and gaze upon her rippling musculature. Her smile grew, as she watched them squirm as they contemplated the awful choice set in front of them.

"What's wrong, boy? Cat got your tongue?" She laughed, "Are you boys afraid? You don't want to make a little deal with me? Perhaps save your companion's lives?"

The two of them kept staring back and forth, from her to each-other, and the seconds kept slowly passing. She knew they wouldn't volunteer, there was that foolish self-preservation that all men had deep in their bones. Fools. Weaklings. Nothing but prey. It was why she could never be satisfied with one, and had to bring so many to their deaths. She was superior to any man. That's what it came down to. Superiority and inferiority. As the one who could kill anyone, she had the right to exert her dominance. The right to end any life she liked, and even here, the fact that they were crimilnals more an excuse than a deciding factor. Their deaths were for her pleasure, that was all.

She stepped up closer to them, until her breasts were practically pushing against their weak pectorals, her height nearly to the point where her lips were almost brushing against theirs as she breathed in their faces. The two men kept looking at each other, as if waiting for the other to make a move. She slowly licked her lips, tasting the blood on her face as she stared at their terrified, weak faces. They were so powerless in her grasp, so easy to control. So much flesh to be sundered from the bone. So many parts to tear off and devour. How lucky they were to be taken by a woman as mighty as her!

Not that they seemed to appreciate the honor.

She bared her bloodied teeth like a monster from the deep as she gazed hungrily at her prey. They dared to look down on her, the fools! Soon, their eyes would be rolling in their sockets as she gorged herself on their frail bodies. She would drink their screams as she tore them apart. She smiled, and flexed her muscles. She felt her biceps flex, inhaling, filling with power, as her prey watched in horror and amazement.

"You had best make up your minds," she told the men, and flexed her muscles. Her thighs bulged, rippling like coiled snakes. Her biceps flexed, streams of hard flesh flowing under her skin as she lifted her arms. The curves of her pecs rose and fell quickly under her skin, dancing as she breathed in deeply, enhancing the size of her tits.

"You do not want me to be the one to choose," she warned them, "I will not be kind to either of you if you force me to pick."

She stared at them, the fingers of one hand slowly flexing and extending, feel the power in her fingers. Every inch of her body was perfect, down to the fingers, down to the toes. No flaws, every bulge and ripple of hardened muscle in perfect harmony. Men were supposed to worship her perfection. They should beg to die before her, to have her grace their presence with their inferior forms. They were nothing compared to her! They deserved what was coming to them.

"I'm giving one of you a chance to volunteer. If you don't, I'll pick for you, and neither one of you will like that. I am your goddess. I command you to volunteer. Do not defy me, worms. Your flesh is nothing, your lives are nothing."

She laughed, as the two quivering men turned their heads away, too scared to look at her divine beauty, too scared to look at her wrath, as she glowered at them. Even her guards seemed frightened, they tried not to show it but she knew fear when she saw it, knew it and loved it. It was her sustenance, it was worship, It was due to her. And of course, that fear was what was stopping them from volunteering. As foolish as it was. But she couldn't help just moaning in excitement at the fact that these men were too frightened to face her, even knowing it would save them from worse pain in the future. Knowing their lives were forfeit, they were too paralyzed by their fear, too frightened of her power. It was intoxicating.

And no matter how many times she told them what would happen, they still would not accept her offer. The consequence of death was inevitable, but the knowledge of what would happen was too much to bring them to open their mouths, even if it would mean a faster, less brutal death. At the very least, it might - MIGHT - Save them from having their corpses desecrated by the furious goddess after they were destroyed at her hands. But no, they stood there, unwilling to take the one action that might save them from further indignity.

Yes... Yes! Her victory would come, and soon! Her power would tear them to shreds. But for now, she stood there. She let her fury grow. She knew she couldn't expect them to surrender, but every second she waited was a second more that she wasn't getting to indulge in her passion, wasn't unleashing it upon her prey. The more she waited, the more vicious she would be once the time came to unleash all this destructive muscular fury on her victims.

And so, willingly, she let it grow. She could have told them the time had passed and she had made her mind up at any point, but instead, she let the fear sink into their bones. She let her nostrils flair, she felt like a bull penned in a cage, waiting to be unleashed on the outmatched matadors she was eager to gore. She even felt her foot moving, pawing at the ground like the wild beasts she was so similar too. Her eyes were fire, her muscles iron, her presence like a living, unfettered weapon of warfare.

Finally, even she could wait no longer! She snarled at the men, and made up her mind. She stepped forward, reached out, and grabbed one of them by the hair, pulling him forward. She saw a small breath of relief from the other, as if this would let him live a little longer, as she dragged his companion to the mats. She would punish both of them for making her wait. She might have had the right to take action any time, the right to doa nything she wanted. With muscles like hers, muscles that shined and bulged and rippled, bands of iron wrapped in the mixed leather and velvet of her flesh. There was nothing she couldn't do, no right, no wrong, the only morality was that which she decided. As a queen, she ruled her world, and these subjects of hers were about to learn that lesson again.

She dragged the man towards the mat, already soaked in the blood of the three men who had been ruined on it before him. She laughed as she threw the man to his back, admiring the fear in his eyes as he realized that she fully intended to have him on the bloody floor, leaving him no chance to survive at all. He had delayed too long, he had made her wait for her feast, and now, she would ravage him, destroy his very manhood, on a literal and metaphorical level. She could feel her arousal dripping, she had to have him, she had to make him hers, and now! She bared her teeth, a vicious beast that even her own guards feared, her muscles bulging, flaring with power under her flesh.

She watched as the man crawled away, his body looking weak and vulnerable as she stalked him. She wasn't going to leap on him quite yet, she liked seeing men back away. She liked the fear in their eyes. She liked the weight of her body as it stomped on the mat, approaching the man who backed away from her. He stank of terror, anticipating her, afraid of her pressure, he was nearly whimpering like a puppy as he scurried away from the queen of muscle.

"Nowhere to run, boy!" She snarled. He looked up at her, trembling. She loved this. She wanted to see him destroyed. She wanted to see him ravaged. She wanted to hear his screams, begging and pleading for her to stop, and the fear in his eyes as she prepared to slay him. She wanted to see his tears pour down her cheeks. Once, a man had died of fear just watching her approach. His companion had suffered an especially brutal death as she took out her rage on him, beating his head into a bloody display that his body couldn't take, ultimately left a soulless corpse, ready for the worms and maggots to feast on.

"P-Please!" The man begged, "P-Please, att least let me take off my chackles! P-please let me take them off, s-so I can be a more worthy sacrifice!"
She doubted he truly meant it, but the words pleased her. She glared at him, but nodded, letting him do as he asked. After all, if he would show her that deference, she would let him - If only to ensure she could more enjoyably destroy his body soon after.

She waited. She was powerful. But for now, even if at her own choice, she was being made to wait to exert that power. It would hurt him that much more when she destroyed him, but he at least impressed her by asking to improve his status as a sacrifice. That was the only thing that would at least convince her to give him these extra few seconds. It made her pleased when men knew their place, even if the words were untrue, she knew what they meant. She knew that it meant even he accepted, on some level, that all he was was a sacrifice to a goddess of muscle.

And she let him stare at the muscle that would kill him as she looked down on him, raising her arms and flexing. He drank in her rippling biceps. He drank in her thick, bulging veins. He drank in her triceps, the three large muscles that connected to her arm, unlike any other creature on this planet. She saw his shaft begin to swell, growing slowly but surely, as his mouth hung open, staring at her sculpted body. It was just another delay, of course, he was watching her instead of stripping off the shackles, but she enjoyed knowing her body was so glorious she could make a man willingly extend his torment just to see it. She flexed her quad muscles, watching his cock turn purple.

"Why don't I remove some of my clothes as well," she smirked, and reached down, slipping her fingers into her gore-soaked trunks. She peeled them off her body with a single movement, revealing more of her thick, bulging muscles, and then flexed, showing him the power of even her awesome vaginal muscles. His cock answered the only way it could, semen spurting out and covering his face with the proof of his weakness.

And then, as she stared down at him, enjoying his worship, she suddenly heard a movement behind her. Had she not been so enjoying watching this, she would have responded with a quick turn and driven her fist through whichever fool dared to assault her, but she didn't have the focus. Instead, she waited a moment too long, and she felt the arms of the man who had been behind her reach out and wrap around her throat.

Betty growled. The arrogant, impudent fool. To attack a goddess was to make the gravest of mistakes, but to attack her in such a way? To leap at her from behind, as if she was a common weak woman who could be ambushed? The fool had no idea how mistaken he was. She did not bother struggling, instead choosing to just focus on those thick forearms that had locked around her throat. She reached up and began to pry his fingers apart, setting one hand atop the other, then twisting her hands so that the man's fingers were bent inward slowly but surely crushing his own hands in the process.

"You disgusting, pitiful, inferior little worm," Betty growled, feeling him react in pain as she crushed his hands, feeling his bones snap and crack, his roars barely audible over her mighty roars of dominance and power, "How dare you assault a goddess such as myself! You should have waited your turn, you weak slave! I will destroy your body for your arrogance, beat you to a bloody pulp of broken bone and dust!"

She drove her elbow into his stomach,f eeling the ribs shatter from the blow, and easily forced him backwards. Then, she turned, glaring at the man who dared to ambush her. His eyes were still wide in shock as he grabbed at his broken rib, trying to force air through a cracked chest. She growled, furious, and stepped towards him. He screamed feebly, backing up desperately, before he felt something behind him. He tried to turn but she was already leaning forward, grabbing his hand and twisting it angrily, forcing him to cry out in pain as she shattered his wrist.

"I had a feeling one of you would volunteer eventually," she said with a dark chuckle, "You just couldn't resist it, could you? Couldn't resist trying to take me down from behind as I dominated your friend here. I bet you secretly thought that it would be enough to kill me. That you'd somehow manage to finish me off. You're very, very stupid."


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He opened his mouth to answer, but she cut him off with a blow to the stomach, hard enough to tear the lining and send blood and bile flying through his mouth. She followed it up by wrapping her hand around his throat, and lifting him in the air. His feet dangled limply, kicking desperately as she held him aloft. He began to scratch at her hand uselessly, until she reached up with her free hand and wrapped it around his neck as well. She squeezed, slowly but surely closing the vice like grip, until she saw his face slowly turn blue. Then, she slammed him into the mat once more, satisfied as he coughed up blood and spittle, and lay helpless on his back before her.

And then, as if she was an animal, she leaped on him. She dropped her naked body on his, her cunt against his abs, and glared at him, straddling the man exhausted on his back. She bared her teeth, and snarled, diving her face in to bite at his neck like a rabid, vicious animal. With her free hand, she grabbed a fist full of hair, yanking his head up and forcing him to look into her eyes.

"You are a slave, bitch! You live to die at my hand, that is your purpose and nothing else! How DARE you try to kill me? To defend yourself? No, you are nothing but prey! Your sole use in life is to entertain me! You would be wise to remember that!" she growled, her hot breath blowing through his hair into his eyes.

She growled, her fingers digging into his face as she drove her fist into it repeatedly. The man's nose shattered from the blows and quickly turned from being a light shade of pink to a deep shade of crimson. He screamed as his nose collapsed, but they were barely audible through the booming punches that she planted into his face. She rained blow after blow after blow down onto him, hitting and punching and smashing her hand into his face so quickly that it was barely even punches at this point, just wild assaults. He collapsed backwards, but she kept driving her fists down, using her entire body weight behind each blow.

She moaned, her pussy flooding. Fuck, she loved the feeling of power, the feeling of dominance, of control. It was one of her favorite things, and she could barely contain herself right now. This man had tried to treat her like she was a regular woman, and she was loving the feeling of destroying him utterly and absolutely. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to coming just from grinding her pussy against his abs, the thin layer of sweat that had built up there helping to create a pleasing sensation. It felt amazing as she moved, moaning in pleasure as she started to bounce her body up and down. Her tits shook uncontrollably every time she slammed her weight down against his body, even as her fists continued to bludgeon his face. The wet slapping sounds of her fists driving into him filled the room, mixed with his pained screams and pitiful grunts. It was a symphony of violence and sex that was only beginning.


She shook uncontrollably as the feeling of pure power, the joy of domination raced through her mind like a drug, spurring her on to even greater heights. It felt incredible to her: every thrust, every slap, every punch, every grind, and every blow sent a surge of raw pleasurable delight rushing through her exalting body. She was might and muscle incarnate, she was power and beauty, she was a warrior. And she was in heat.

But pleasure to an amazon like her was torture and horror to those who seek to oppose her. It filled her with more energy and power than she'd ever felt, it drove her into a frenzy of domination.

She saw him raise his hands, trying to cover his face from her blows. She laughed, not slowing her blows. She didn't have to. She just kept pounding her fists into his face, not minding striking the arms, they were no match for her strength. Every punch that hit his arms just lead to a crack or breaking bone, crippling him with the power of her wrath, leaving him unable to cover his face. Instead, he just took blow after blow, unable to defend himself any longer, grunts and screams escaping his lips with every breaking bone.

She was growing more and more breathless as she kept throwing brutal punch after brutal punch into her fists, beating the absolute hell out of his face, as it turned from a face to a barely recognisable blob of meat. She could no longer make out any specific features on his face anymore, just a mess of gore. Oh god yes, this was beautiful, this was perfect. Only his low groans let her know that, thus far, he had somehow survived her beatings.

"Yes! Suffer!" She screamed as she let out an especially hard punch into his face, breaking through what was left of his lower jaw. He groaned as teeth and broken bone shards fell from his mouth and landed on the floor with a clacking noise. The blow didn't just make him shudder, though, she shuddered as well, shuddered from the pleasure of this brutal domination over him. This was the most wonderful feeling she knew. She was ruining him, and she was giong to cum while she did it.

"Yes, you little weakling. THIS IS WHAT A GODDESS IS! I'm no bitch! I'm a FUCKING GODDESS! And you are nothing! NOTHING!" She screamed, her fists a wild flurry of broken bones, spurting blood and gashed up flesh in his mangled face.

"Yes, you little weakling. THIS IS WHAT A GODDESS IS! I'm no bitch! I'm a FUCKING GODDESS! And you are nothing! NOTHING!" She screamed, her fists a wild flurry of broken bones, spurting blood and gashed up flesh in his mangled face. The crumbling mess of his face oozed blood like a sieve, but her punches were too quick and strong to keep up with, so blood was spewing forth from his mouth as well. His groans and shudders from the overwhelming force of her fists were music to her ears.

Oh god, her arousal was growing, now, too. It was growing fast. Betty loved this, she loved being in charge, she loved being on top of a helpless, weak man. Her desires were overwhelming her now, she writhed and moaned as she kept striking him again and again. She was glad her guards could find the strongest men alive to bring to her, because she needed them to be strong enough to survive the vicious beatings she dished out. Her breath grew jagged as the moisture in her sex went from damp to drenching wet. His abs beneath her hand were like solid stone, the perfect thing to grind her pussy against as she kept attacking him. The doom of his writhing screams was music to her as she went wild on top of him. Her wetness kept building and building with an intensity she had never felt before.

"AAAAAHH! YES! YES! I'M COMING! I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" She screamed, forcing her crotch into his stomach and feeling the intense waves of lustful, female arousal as her muscles kneaded and pulled on his lower belly. She gushed her juices from her groin like he gushed his from his battered face. She groaned in ecstacy as her legs tensed, she grit her teeth as all her muscles tightened, and the waves of lustful pleasures made her shudder. She kept beating him until her orgasm had stopped, leaving her gasping on top of him.

And his body flat and broken. She smiled as she looked down at the broken corpse beneath her, her fist still clenched from beating him. "You should feel honored, little peasant. Not everyone gets to see a goddess shake with pleasure against their bodies."

She heard a last groan from the man, and looked down at him, a cruel smile spreading across her lips.

She raised her hand, and kissed the knuckles, then raised a hand and plunged her hand straight through his skull. She felt the spongy mass of his brain beneath her hand. It was a feeling as glorious and erotic as you could possibly imagine. She held her hand there for a moment as he died, savoring the feeling of his body breaking down and giving up the ghost, knowing that she was the one who forced this upon him. Then, she pulled out her hand, and looked at the destruction she had wrought. The man's skullcap had been caved in, bits of his brain were leaking out and clumps of it hung out of his head, dangling from her fist like some kind of grisly Christmas ornament.

She leaned in, and licked the dripping mass of neurons and tissue that hung from her knuckles, enjoying the thick, arrival taste. Oh yes. She had made the right choice. He had had the nerve to attack her, and now, she'd had a good orgasm before the last few moments of his wretched life ebbed away. And her next victim? Oh, he was going to be just as fun. She could just tell.

It was time to move on to her next target. She slowly raised herself to her feet, reveling in the pain that came with the action. Her muscles felt like glorious strands of twisted rope, strengthened and developed after an arduous workout. She could feel each and every fiber of her gorgeous, perfect muscles working in unison as she took each step forward. God, her muscles were beautiful. They were perfect. And she could see their beauty enhanced with each and every movement her body made. Muscles tensing and straining. Bicep, quadriceps, and tricep muscles all standing out in beautiful definition as the smallest movement of her arm or leg sent ripples of pleasure through her body.

She turned to look at the man she was about to take down for the final round. He stared back at her, fully nude now, she could see his stiff erection standing at attention, and the mix of longing and terror in his eyes. Oh, yes, it was clear he wanted her. But he knew, just as she did, that she was a predator, and he was her prey. He would be conquered. He would be ruined. She smiled, and raised her hand to lick the blood again, taunting him with the knowledge of what she had done to his predecessor.

She looked over his body. 6'3, just like her, and likely around 250 pounds of muscle. She could tell already she had saved the best for last, he was easily the hottest of the five. Massive, handsome, and so completely helpless against a woman like her. She wanted him. She needed him. Or at the very least, she
needed to destroy him.

She slowly stepped forward, her massive muscles rippling with each step. She licked her lips as she looked over him, knowing that this was going to be her finest conquest yet.

"Hello, handsome," she practically purred, her voice oozing sex, as she looked at him with hungry eyes. She knew he wanted her, despite the danger, and that just turned her on even more. She began slowly circling him, looking him up and down.

"Oh, I just want to tear you limb from limb," she murmured, "drown you in your own blood. Oh, you just look so fucking appetizing," she laughed, loving the terror in his eyes, the fear and arousal that dripped from his pores. He was just panting slightly, his forehead beaded with perspiration over the knowledge of what Betty was about to do to him. She could see the fear in his eyes as she grabbed and squeezed his throbbing cock, a low moan of pain escaping his lips as he winced at the sensation.

"Mmm, you like that feeling, don't you, you little bitch?" she laughed, "My body has made me a goddess, you are nothing but prey to a true and glorious image of power like myself," she continued, pressing her hand against his chest massaging his thick pectoral muscles with her fingers.

His muscles were hard, rocklike, just like hers to the touch. She knew they could become less so in time, of ocurse, she knew they would be nothing next to her by the time she was finished here, but for now, she wanted to admire the sheer physique she would be dominating. She didn't know if it was true that he was a killer before he was brought to her, but she hoped he was. It would be a shame if a body like this had never been used to its full extent, if he was some meek office worker mistaken for a criminal.

And his shaft was impressive, too. It would almost be a pity to destroy it. If there was anything left of it by the time she was done (doubtful, of course) she might have a mould made so she could enjoy the memory of this cock in solid, undestroyable pink platinum, or some other super-durable metal after he had passed. She could appreciate a well-built man, even if she wanted to utterly destroy him.

"Mmmm, thick. Stiff. Handsome. I like it," she purred, "I don't often find men who are so... WORTHY of being around me. These others were just appetizers, but I can see that the main course is going to be filling." She laughed sweetly, pressing her body closer to his, grabbing his hand to bring it up to her breasts,making sure he could feel the thickness, the beauty, the firm, gorgeous power and yet the strength that lay in the pecs beneath them.

"You know, handsome, you're one of the few men I've had down here who really had the sense to ask to participate. You're one in ten. Most of the men I've captured just beg, plead, and cry. One man tried to bribe me with millions of dollars in gems and gold. As if I don't own everything. Heh. I owned him, too," she leaned in, and dragged her bloody tongue and lips over his neck, following it along his jawline, and then pausing to nibble his earlobe as he whimpered softly. "I do so love a nice ear. I could just... Eat up a man with a good ear," she laughed, "Mmm, you're a gorgeous man, you know that?”

She leaned in, and pressed her bloody lips to his, kissing him dominantly and intensely as she could, her head tilted to one side so she could run her tongue along his lips, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin as she ground her sweaty, bloody body against his. Oh god it felt good! He was so strong, so big, so masculine! She could feel the rippling in his chest as she ran her hands across it, yes, ruining this one would glorious.

She drove her tongue deep in his mouth, exploring his oral crevasses as he groaned and tried to push her away, his hands on her breasts, trying to force them off. But she did not allow anyone to 'force' anything to her, she was in charge, and she just wrapped her arms around him more to kiss him deeper, more forcefully. He squirmed and struggled as she dominated his mouth with her own, running her hands through his hair and twisting it in her fingers, pressing her nails into his scalp. Still he twisted and turned, but she refused to let him go, instead crushing her tongue down his throat.

She rolled her hips, her naked cunt against his cock, feeling the heat and iron hardness, wanting it inside her. But for now, she was waiting, letting herself anticipate the pleasure. She could feel every ridge and vein of his manhood, she was going to take it deep, and hard, and break it and him with her power. She looked him in the eyes, slamming her tongue down his throat as she groaned, grinding her groin against his with a twisting motion.

Then after a few more moments of aggressive bullying and forced tongue-bullying, she gripped his head tight and pulled him off, staring into his exhausted eyes. He was panting, wheezing, moaning and groaning. She licked her lips, savouring the taste of his sweat and blood, and smiled.

"God, you're one gorgeous piece of meat," she said, "I love men like you."

He stared back at her, groaning, shaking from the struggle.

"D-does that... Mean... You'll... B-be... Slower? T-take it easy, l-let me live?"

She laughed. Oh, these men, always so hopeful.

"No," she smiled, "Oh, no, you pitiful, weak little toy of a man. You're going to die tonight. I will ruin you, I will fuck you dead and shatter your body beneath mine. You think I'm the sort of woman who'll let a man like you live? Let ANY man live?" She laughed, shaking her head. She stared deep into the man's eyes, running her hands down his flexing muscles, smiling as she gripped his thick, muscular arms. There was so much power in this one, so much muscle, so much strength.

"No," she told him, slowly, savoring his fear, "Oh, no, that won't let you live. In fact," she laughed, and leaned in to whisper her delicious threats in his ear, "It just means I'll enjoy killing you that much more."

She smiled, and suddenly reached out, wrapping her arms around the man's chest, picking him up. She pressed her fingers into his broad, muscular back, feeling his strength under her fingertips. She suckled on his neck, pulling him close, hugging him tightly. His muscles felt powerful, but they were nothing, absolutely nothing to her trained body. She growled as she squeezed, feeling the muscles compress under her arms. His arms, his hands, his claws tried to push her away, but her strength was absolute, and she knew he felt the coil of her power. She laughed a sticky, sweet laugh in his ear as she squeezed his body against her own.

"Oh yeah, fuck, you're big but you're going to die here tonight," Betty laughed, kissing his neck, kissing and biting his muscular neck, grinding her abs into his stiffening cock. "A big, meaty dick for me to fuck."

She rubbed her belly against his member, licking her lips.

"Just...meat. To be fucked, to be pulverized, to be molded, to be crushed, to be ground...into a fucking puddle of flesh..." she reached her arms round to his ass, squeezing the rock hard globes, digging her nails into his cheeks to tear at the powerful musculature, feeling it bounce and ripple as she attacked it. Her bearhug was so tight she could feel his chest trying to cave in.

"Fuck, yes. You're mine tonight, bitch. Tonight I'm going to ruin you. Fuck you up. Fuck you inside out. I'm going to wreck your body in ways you couldn't possibly imagine."

She laughed, pressing down on him, her bicep straining and pulsating as she pressed the air from his lungs, digging her fingernails into him. His pecs twitched, his abs tightened and trembled under her assaults. She moaned as she felt his body starting to give way, as she felt him starting to weaken and break under her unstoppable strength.

Of course, she wouldn't let him die yet, no, she was going to torture this man in her arms. She loved breaking ribs and compressing lungs, crushing and suffocating her lovers. She took a deep breath, smiling as she felt him start to sink into unconsciousness. She needed him to be awake, she wanted him to scream, to feel the horror of his body being destroyed by this brutal, massive muscle amazon. She dug her thumbs into his sides, awakening him with the sharpened agony of power pressed on just one point, while she continued to keep him from breathing with her stranglehold of his waist.

She laughed as he wheezed and groaned, his body shuddering in weakness as the last remnants of oxygen left his body.

"I love doing this," she said, purring into his face, "I get so fucking wet when I break a man."

But the sweet mercy of oblivion would not yet take him. Not yet. She wouldn't even let him pass out. She had him on the brink of unconsciousness, but only the brink. She felt his chest rise and fall in a ragged rhythm, desperate gasps for air as his lungs cried for oxygen. She could feel the meat of his pecs pressed up against her, she could feel his heartbeat race as it sent blood rushing to feed his muscles, preparing him for whatever vain attempts at survival he would soon try.

She counted to three in her head, and then pressed down on him again, feeling him go from wheeze to gasp to pant and then to choke. She laughed, holding tight as she felt him try to move, try to squirm and try to find some manner of escape.

"Too tight," he tried to say, his voice drowned out by her chuckles and the sound of crushing bones. She smiled, and lifted him in the air, taking a pair of steps backwards, carrying him, and then sending him flying over her head with a suplex, his back crashing into the ground.

"I'm the queen of the fucking world," she laughed, feeling drunk on power.

"You're a monster," he groaned through gritted teeth. She laughed. As if that wasn't the same thing. She was a fucking monster. Letting a man live this long was fucking monstrous, when she knew what she would do. He was groaning, clutching his injured back, looking up at her as she stared down at his gasping body.

"That's right," she said, "I'm a monster. I'm a villain. And you're the poor little innocent who just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Isn't that unfortunate?" She laughed, crouching down, one hand on his throat, the other on her knee for support. She leaned her body weight against the struggling figure as she smiled, "Oh, yes. So unfortunate. At least for you. But for me? I am going to have SO much fun with you."

She licked her lips, looking deep in his eyes, thinking of how good that stiff cock would feel inside her. It wouldn't survive the night, neither would its owner, but she would enjoy breaking both. It was her right, as ruler, as monster. He looked up at her with terror in his eyes, knowing what would happen. His body heaved, but offered no resistance.

She reached down with one hand to grasp his shaft, and slowly angled it up towards her cunt, letting the precum leaking out of his cock guide it into her.

"Everyone's watching this. Everyone's going to watch you dying," she purred, loving the sound of that word: dying. "Everyone's going to know you paid the price for..." She paused, and then laughed, "Well, for whatever it was you did that got you sentenced to this," she said. Finally, the head of his dick touched the entrance to her cunt, and she lowered her ass down, feeling her pussy slowly stretching past its usual bounds to encompass his rod.

"Fucking HELL, you're a big one," she groaned, slowly lowering her ass. Fuck, she felt so full as her cunt ate the man's cock up.

Then, she wrapped her legs around his, and stretched her legs out. She laughed as she felt his legs stretch, tense, the ligaments struggling as she kept his legs held out, away, and tortured him with her legs. While her cunt swallowed and surrounded his cock, her legs forcibly spread his legs out, stretching them so his calf, thigh, and groin muscles all strained with unending pain. The stretch, of course, pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her hungry cunt, sending shivers down her spine as pleasure erupted in her.

She smiled sadistically as he struggled, rolling, squirming, trying to escape the pain, the pleasure, trying to keep his life. He wanted out. There was no way she would be letting him live.

But, for now, she kept his legs held out and apart, stretching his legs to the point of breaking if he kept struggling. She rolled her hips, fucking his rod with her pussy. She forced him to enjoy the wet, tight, velvet embrace of her hungry cunt, as she tortured his legs, the grapevine hold stretching him to his absolute limit.

She laughed and stretched his legs out, out, to their absolute limit, her heels digging into his calves and holding him down. With every pump of her hips, she changed the angle, which not only rubbed his cock against her inner walls, but also stretched his legs, muscles, and ligaments to their absolute limit. He was strong, yes, but she could see the agony she was inflicting on him, the twisting of his face and groans, the rolling of his eyes, the clenching of his teeth. She twisted his wrists in her hands, forcing her weight on to them and pinning him down. His wrist bones cracked as she ground them together. He screamed in pain, but she didn't let up, thrusting and grinding as his screams melted into sobbing moans, unable to comprehend the agony she was imposing on him.

"Oh, yes, you're mine, you pitiful worm. You may be big, you may be tough, but you're nothing compared to my muscle. My body is perfect, and you are nothing compared to it." She gloated, as she kept pumping her hips into his, slowly turning from harsh fucking motions to simple, slow grinding against him as she stretched his legs out further and further.

"I'm beyond human, you fucking weakling. I'm an apex predator. SCREAM!"

With that, she stretched her legs wider, increasing the stretch to the point where it shouldn't be possible, but through muscle control, flexibility training, and sheer strength, she accomplished it. He did as she commanded, scream, and he did, bursting into tears as his body contorted in ways humans weren't meant to. But she didn't relent, she kept pushing, kept stretching, kept torturing the man until his muscles tore, until she felt his body breaking apart.

She felt his hands on her sides, pushing her, tried to free himself, but she kept going. He was nothing but a toy for her, something to be dominated, pressed, and crushed. He tried to push, but her holds were solid and she kept going. She felt herself nearing climax, didn't care for it, only increased her torture of her prey. As he pushed, she grabbed the back of his head, forced it forward, and smashed it between her massive tits, suffocating him as she slammed herself up and down his shaft. He tried to scream as the air was forced from his lungs and into the skull-cracking squeeze of her tits. As she felt him weaken, she brought her other hand up to join the first, circling her arms around his neck as she jammed his face into her massive cleavage, crushing the man's head between her tits and nearly breaking his neck with the brutal hold she had.

He was fighting for freedom and life. She loved it, feeling the thrill run through her body. He was so big, so strong, but compared to her, so helpless. She felt herself filled with a bestial energy, unable to stop herself as she continued to suffocate the life out of her prey. Her massive tits dwarfing his head, slowly turning the skin red as she cut off the blood flow to his brain. But still she didn't let up, she was a goddess, after all, she didn't have to obey the petty limitations that held lesser beings back. She could do whatever she wanted, and right now, she wanted to crush this worm's skull between her breasts and cum on him as he died beneath her.

Oh, he could struggle, in fact, his struggle was what she wanted. It was why she loved this so much, the fight for freedom and life, a person's desperate struggle as they reached their limits. She loved the way their bodies tensed, the veins bulging in their necks and the puffs of air coming from their open mouth. She loved crushing a man's skull and hearing the sounds of bones breaking and crunching as she leaned into her hold, wringing the life out of men.

Or in this case, hearing the sound of his desperate attempts to breathe. And she let him have just enough oxygen for now, just enough to not pass out quite yet. She would have so much fun with him first. He was struggling, twisting, trying to escape, but her hold was too strong. She loved it. She LOVED how he sounded, how he looked, the feel of his muscles and flesh, the sense of his power being slowly squeezed out of him. It was all too perfect.

Just like the feel of his cock deep inside her, thrusting in and out as he lay pinned beneath her was perfect. His struggles only made her want him more, and she let out a gasp as his cock ground inside her at her will, pulling back and then forcing its way deep into her muscular slit. The weight of her body grinding down onto his shaking manhood with delicious pressure as she clenched and relented with every roll of her hips. Fucking hell, she loved this, she loved how he struggled to breathe against her tits, she loved how he looked with her cleavage stuffed into his face like this. Her plaything, her fuck-toy, how he squirmed and arched his back as she ground herself into him.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes, I love this!" She cried out as she rode him down to the ground, assaulting him with her body. Fucking hell, he was so strong but she was everything a woman should be, just as tough and twice as deadly, more than a match for any man. He was strong, but nowhere near her. He was a weakling compared to her strength. He was nothing, despite his muscle, despite his size, he was nothing to her beauty, to her strength. His bulging muscles were nothing compared to her hard earned muscle, the width of her back, the cuts of her shoulders, everything about her screamed strength compared to his pathetic ribs and shaking legs.

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[Hello Everyone. Hope you enjoy this next piece of the story. More to come soon.

I have recently had a change in my medication. This is not a bad thing. In fact, it is the best thing that has happened to me since... Frankly, I don't know. Moving in with my girlfriend, getting engaged, and now this. I feel like I have been asleep for years, I'm seeing things I didn't notice before, my world seems like it's suddenly... Well, something I'm a part of. So many of my struggles are recovering. I lost the better part of a decade to whatever the hell just happened.

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She wanted him to cum, wanted to milk it out of him. His head rocked back and his mouth opened up as he tried to gasp for breath and scream in pain at the same time. She could feel his cock trying to pulse and throb with his desperate heartbeat but her cunt was not releasing it yet. Her cock was pinned within her vice like pussy, being ruthless to his desires. She was going to cum, he was going to cum. Fuck, she wanted to feel his seed spurt deep within her when she did.

Yeah, he had a big dick. It felt good, but brute strength was the real power here, and he was just a toy thanks to her pure muscle mass. She felt his leg muscles tensing, he was getting desperate for life. Fuck, his legs were stretched, the bones would be close to breaking point now. His trapped legs were shaking, bones grinding against one another. He was built, but she was sculpted, chiseled from solid marble into her current form. She ground down onto him and smashed her weight on him, felt his dick spasm within her, and cum flooded her hole. She felt the thick, creamy jizz start to ooze out around his dick, feeling it coat the mouth of her womb. She felt his wet tears on her breasts, dripping down the cleft just like his cream dripped down the cleft of her cunt.

It didn't make her orgasm, but it got her close. Her muscles tensed, and as they did, she forced his head closer to her breasts. She felt the bone compress against her chest as she did, the skin ripping as she violated his weak men's bones for her own pleasure. His skull was breaking, deforming as it was pushed into her breasts. It made a squishy sound, like a ripe melon being crushed on concrete. It shocked her for a moment, the wetness that she felt as his blood and his brains started to coat her breasts. The white that coated her thighs and red that coated her tits was incredible. It made her body look like an image of pure muscle and feminine dominance.

But she still wasn't done. She still hadn't cum. She rolled her hips down into his beaten, battered body, spreading her thighs wider to rip his from their sockets. The blood and brain matter stained her skin, but it didn't matter, she just loved the feel of a man's blood and seed on her. He died, but she just felt more alive than ever. She felt every muscle in her body locking and releasing, her heels crushing the bones of his legs as she stretched them wide; she lifted her upper body and then slammed with all her female muscle onto his weak shell of a once-powerful male body.

And finally, with a loud and erotic cry, she spread her legs so wide the ligaments tore and even the flesh ripped, about ready to pull his legs off with her own, and she came. Her juices spurting out over her defeated male foe, she slammed her hips forward with as much strength as she could muster, smashing his legs and molding the bones into pretzels. Fucking hell, it felt good. He was breaking, and she was reaching an apex of pleasure she'd never known before. She felt herself gushing, felt the joy of her muscles tightening around his weak form. He was just a toy, a weak, broken little plaything for her to destroy in any way she wanted.

Her body continued to shake through her orgasm, sweat pouring down her naked body. She was absolutely drenched in sweat, blood, and sex. She could feel the sticky, warm fluids drip down the inside of her legs as she stood tall. She fucking loved this, but as she looked down at the crushed body beneath her, but it wasn't enough. Fuck, she wanted more. She NEEDED more. And yet all her victims were down. She could go after the guards, they wouldn't stand up to her either, but no. No, she wanted to push on with this, she wanted to to do more, if only the weak little fuckers hadn't escaped their torment by DYING. The nerve of these boys to die, when she had so much MORE arousal left in her.

She roared, and flexed her muscles once more,, yelling as she smashed her fists into the stone floor of the fort. She wanted to feel weak men beneath her fists, she wanted to feel their spines shattering as she flexed harder. She wanted more pain, and more pleasure. God DAMN it, why wasn't there anyone else here for her to fucking kill?!? Why did their bodies have to be so fucking WEAK that she wasn’t able to get the pleasure she really needed out of them? Fuck, she wanted power, she wanted to wrestle and crush and kill, and here she was instead dealing with breaking and shattering bitches who couldn’t handle a few puncues!

She glared down at the helpless These men were nothing, they'd been pitiful and weak. They wasted her time, fuck, she was still so horny! She was pissed, pissed that she'd run out of victims, pissed that she wasn't able to do any more. Fuck! She reached down and slapped at her cunt, clawed at her tits, it still wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed MORE! She looked at the bodies strewn around her, glaring and snarling. Weak. They were all weak. They were all unworthy of her glory, unworthy of her power, unworthy of the privilege of getting their bodies ruined and lives ended at her hand. She was the true, glorious queen here, and she would ruin them all!

She loved the violence, she adored the aggression, she needed to do more. With a roar, she lifted the two bloody bodies up and pressed them against herself, pressing her naked, bloody body against the other two, feeling their warm blood streaming down her chest and coating her, feeling how their corpses bent and cracked as she hugged them against herself, wringing the life from them, feeling her muscles ripple and bulge with the thrill of the hunt, and the kill, and the pleasure of slamming two corpses against herself. Fuck, she was so fucking turned on right now. She needed more of this. Fuck, it felt so good to be strong. It felt good to be a queen.

Their bones were cracking and bending beneath her mighty bear hug, their corpses mangled from the sheer strength of her muscles as they were pressed against herself. Fuck yes this was good, so fucking good. Being queen was the best thing she could ever imagine. It felt so good to be on top of the food chain. The pain, the violence, the strength she possessed was intoxicating, addicting. She was just ruining their corpses, and her arousal was growing again, she loved it! God, she was going to fucking cum as she crushed their weak and shattered bodies. She twisted and turned, feeling the corpses break and snap under her muscled form, her cunt rubbing along their broken arms and legs and torsos, moaning as she felt the absolute ecstasy building within her cunt.

Fuck yes, fuck yes, she was going to cum! She could feel it. The release so far wasn't enough, but this might get close. The muscular but broken bodies of her latest prey were like the best feeling cock she'd had in years, decades, since her sons. Fuck, she needed more. She heard the snap of bones, the muscles were shredding through their skin. God, yes, yes, it was so good. Her cunt was drenched in blood and pussy juice, her muscles straining, bulging against the two corpses she held against her as she rubbed her cunt up and down the two dead things, feeling bones shattering beneath her overwhelming strength, feeling her muscles grow ever larger and stronger with every brutal act of violence, and the fucking pleasure that accompanied it all as she gave into her bloodlust.

And she came, oh god she came. She was screaming as she felt her muscles crushing and tearing the dead things, twisting them with her immense strength. Her juices trickled down her thick, meaty legs as she pressed against the corpses, her strength tearing them apart with every move she made. She had been built for this, she lived for this. She was made to dominate, made to be a warrior, made to conquer. There was no other way to describe this, it was her purpose, it was her only purpose. She growled and moaned in ecstasy, feeling the corpses give way under her strength, she could feel her muscles crushing them and small bits of flesh tearing with appreciative joy that she had such power.

The bodies soon swelled, and then burst like overfilled water balloons, turning into a large mess of gore and broken bits that was caught in her massive spurt of golden honey. Her thick ropes of solid honey smeared across the walls as she pushed her arms through the now mangled bits of skin and muscles that were once the lower half of two men's bodies. She moaned, feeling her muscles bulge, as with a single motion she twisted her entire upper body, sending blood flying and spattering across the room.

The crushed, bloody mess that was once two men's bodies fell from her honey and blood-soaked arms, falling lifelessly to the floor as the ichor dripped from her strong upper body. Fuck, yes, this felt amazing. She loved seeing the carnage she could create, loved the feeling of strength and power that came with this. She was a warrior, a fighter, a conquerer. Her entire life was spent in battle after battle, constantly showing her strength. And it felt amazing.

She looked at the broken forms as they dropped. They didn't even look human anymore, they just looked like chunks of meat, smeared with blood, ichor and honey. Her honey. Her strength. She chuckled and flexed again, letting her awesome muscles swell and sweat drip off her as she licked her lips. She loved this, loved every moment of it.

But she couldn't revel in this all day. She smiled, and turned to the cameras that were watching, flexing another time for the men and women watching at home, blowing a kiss and letting them see how the blood dripped from her awesome body. She was in control. She could feel every single person who was watching her right now, envying her, admiring her, wanting to be here, right now with her as she crushed the five men dead. She knew her guards were lucky to see it, to actually be here to see her kill.

She looked directly into the camera and slowly licked her lips, tasting the blood that had just spattered there, and the coppery, salty taste sending a shiver of bliss down her spine. "I am the perfect warrior. I the queen of your world, and you are all my subjects. You are weak, pathetic and worthless, and you should feel honored that you get to bask in the glow of my glory. You want to see more, don't you? Don't you?" She laughed, "Well, too bad. Soon, you may get the chance, but for now, I must clean my body from this filth and prepare for my reign to continue. Bow to the queen of the world!" She spat, grinning as she turned and walked out of sight of the camera, still laughing.

She would have to clean herself off, of course. As much as she loved the sweat and blood, she had to keep herself in shape, and that meant wiping off the nasty ick that came from crushing the weak. Just thinking about it made her want to go do it again, but she had time. Lots of time. Time to relax, and then rule the world. There would be time to do this again later, to pusnish those who dared to oppose her, who dared to call themselves worthy of her attention. As opponents, as victims, it didn't matter how, she was the superior to all. This was herw world, she decided who lived in it, she decided who died in it. She was the final judgement, there was no appeal of her muscle’s verdicts.

She slowly ascended the stairs, her legs quivering slightly. She could feel her thick,massive thighs busting with muscles, she always lost control over them first when she pushed herself like this. Still, she was tired, covered in blood and other bodily fluids, and she knwe she would need to be at her best for the next part. Still, she savored the feeling of her muscles, working, bulking, being swollen with power and strength. She would miss it while it was gone, but it always returned, and she loved it all the same.

She stepped into the shower, cascades of water pouring down her body, washing the filth off herself. The filth of the men who had challenged her, who had died in service to her glorious body. Yes, they had given up their life for what she knew was, in its own way, a noble cause. She smiled as she thought about it, thought about all the power she had, thought about what she had done to those men, and the way she had proved herself once again as the ruler of this world. It was her queendom, her domain as a goddess, and those men had been nothing more than peasants, sacrificing themselves for their great queen. They may not have known it, but that was all they were, it was all they were good for. Their lives were meaningless except for the way they served to glorify her might.

She felt the water sluice over her skin, down her chest, flowing over her breasts and abs, coursing down her bulging quads and hammies, down her thick, powerful legs. She breathed slowly, taking in the feeling of the water pouring over her queenly body. Oh god, yeah, this was the life. She was in charge of the world, she was the goddess, the queen, the ultimate arbitrator of all that was beautiful and good!

Of course, the thing that was most beautiful and good was her, so that was a given. She reached out to turn the water higher, to get the temperature just right. God, she was in such a good mood now. It was a pity couldn't do this every day, but then again, she wanted to have a surviving population to rule, didn't she. She smiled at the thought. If there was anything she would change, she just wished more people would be willing to fightt her, to actually ASK. It was so much more fun to crush those people who thought that they actually had a chance, rather than those who knew that they were beaten before the fight even began.

She shook her head, shaking out the water from her hair. She had enjoyed that, but she had other things to do. She stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. To her surprise, she saw one of her amazon guards approaching her rapidly, holding a phone.

"Your majesty," she said in surprise, "You have a challenge. She says she's a mother of three sons, she wants to... She wants to take you down. She's concerned for her son's safety."

Betty smiled, "Oh, she should be," she smirked, "ESPECIALLY after I beat her."

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Kathy Morris was not a giant of a woman the way the queen was. She was tall by the standards of most women, of course, she was six feet and had an excellently athletic runner's build. But she wasn't quite a giantess of unheard of proportions, she wasn't built from rippling muscles. On a practical level, it didn't seem like she had any distinct advantages over the queen, who had so readily accepted her challenge.


Kathy stood in the hall outside the arena, waiting. She knew she didn't have the power that the queen had, or the size. Hell, she wasn't even the tallest woman in her office. She probably didn't have the reach, or the raw strength. Even among her friends she was never the strongest. But she had something the queen didn't have. She had a reason to fight. She had her sons, and though they didn't yet understand the danger that the queen posed, she would make sure that they would have a future where they could be more than victims. More than just a taste for an immortal hunger. She would save them from that horrible fate, the fate that awaited all men in this queen's world. She could hear the buzzing of the crowd waiting to see the battle.

She tried to ready herself, she tried to psych herself up. Remember what she was trying to accomplish, Remember that she wasn't here just for her own sake, but for the good of humanity. She wasn't here to kill the queen so she could take her place as a ruler, but rather to end the monstrosity of this situation once and for all. She would be a liberator, freeing this world from a tyrant. She had to believe that. And if she did, she would be able to destroy the queen, she would be able to put an end to this reign of terror and destruction once and for all. It wasn't going to be easy, but she would do it.

She thought about her sons, about the sacrifices she had to make for them. She would do everything in her power to see that they would live a better life than the one they had been born for. She would save them. It was the one thing she knew she had to do, she couldn't keep them safe from the world, no, but she could keep them safe from this bitch queen.

It wouldn't be easy, of course. Things worth doing rarely were, if they were easy to do, someone would have already done them. But if they were worth doing, you could do them anyway. Even with the massive advantage the other woman had in size and musculature, Kathy was going to do this. A mother's love is a powerful thing, it can lift trucks with one hand, it can swim oceans, and perhaps, this time, it would be able to crush a tyrannical queen who had for too long been the scourge of the men in this world. She knew the eyes of the world were on her, the men and women of the world had packed the arena to see what even she would have guessed, had she not known herself, would be a one-sided beatdown of a challenger.

But the key to victory was to go in knowing - Not assuming, but KNOWING - You would win, and then daring the world itself to prove you wrong. The queen seemed to love battle, but she relished challenge. Kathy didn't WANT challenge. She just wanted victory - And she had to go into the battle assuming even that wasn't a want, but an inevitabilty.

She flexed in the mirror, trying to psych herself up for the match. She had trained for too long to lose. She knew that to anyone else, her muscles awould be impressive, her body would be an intimidating sight to see. But that was, well, anyone else. And this was going to be the queen, a muscular monster of a woman with broad shoulders and a bust to match. She had the body of some ancient viking warrior goddess forged from raw dominant muscle. A work of art in its own way, but she used it to harm. And Kathy would use her own body, much smaller though it might be, to protect, to heal, and to save. Save the world from the vicious bitch.

And to tell the truth, it was an impressive body to do it with. Toned, sleek, firm and strong. Her muscles rippled as she psyched herself up, waiting to be called into the arena. Waiting for the moment of truth, the moment she had been preparing for for so long. The moment when she would step out into the arena that had hosted the queen's ascendance, and try to undo what had been done so many years ago. She thought about the men who had died in the queen's grip, and let that fury fuel her drive to win. She clenched her fists, the very thought making her muscles flex involuntarily. Today, the reign of the cruel warrior queen would end. Today, she would put a stop to the torment. She didn't add 'or die trying.' She couldn't even consider that.

She waited, eagerly and excitedly, for her entrance to the arena. She knew she would be called to go first, the queen didn't like to let her opponents see her until it was time to fight. And it helped to make them even more intimidated when they finally saw her in the flesh. She understood why, the muscle that lined the woman's body was on a whole different level. Even Kathy was impressed just by the pictures, but seeing her up close and personal would be an entirely different matter. Kathy wouldn't be scared, but she would definitely be respectful. She heard the announcer's voice boom over the loud speakers that she had been waiting to hear for so long.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we now present the main event of the evening. Introducing first, standing at a mere six feet tall, the challenger to our glorious queen, Kathy!" The announcer called, and there was limited cheering. There was some, because they knew what a tyrant the queen was, but it was limited, because, once again, they knew what a tyrant the queen was. Kathy stepped out of the tunnel, and started down the aisle towards the arena, and confidence was going to be the key here. She had to look confident, fearless, and ready to fight. If they thought she was scared, or nervous, or anything other than focused on the fight ahead of her, the queen would sense it. She wouldn't allow even a hint of weakness cross her mind.

She stood in the center of the arena, one hand upraised, and. She took a breath, and felt the air still around her. Quiet filled her mind, after the chaos of the march to this moment. The crowd quieted in anticipation, waiting for the fight to begin. She watched the entrance. She knew the queen would want to make a grand one, sghe wouldn't just come out here and start the fight. She would make Kathy wait, make her watch as she entered. She would try to make Kathy feel like the weakling that most people - All except Kathy - Believed that she was. She almost felt sorry for the queen. Almost. Because while she knew nobody here truly believed she would win, she also knew everybody here but herself was wrong. She would win. She knew it in the pit of her being, in the core of her heart. She would win. And when she came out, she would learn that fact in no uncertain terms.

She felt the sand beneath her feet as she waited, watched, prepared herself for the match to come. She felt her skin prickle, and rise as the crowd screamed. She felt her heart begin to beat louder than it had been, and she felt blood flood through her veins. This was it. This was the moment she, everyone had been waiting for. This was the moment that would change everything, and she was the catalyst for it all.

"Come on, you bitch," she growled to herself, "I'm right here."

And then she heard it. A rumbling sound, as if an earthquake were coming. She knew this was all for effect, the queen wasn't a literal giantess after all, but it was still impressive. It was like the approach of the tyrannasaurs in the old film Jurassic Park, shaking the ground with its approach. Special effects or not, it was intimidating as hell.

The audience cheered, now, louder than they had for Kathy, but with less passion. She understood. They were cheering for a woman who they believed would kill each and every one of them if they didn't show their appreciation for her. It wasn't a cheering of love, or adoration, but of fear. They were terrified of her, just like everyone else. Well, almost everyone. Everyone but Kathy, who would show them there was nothing to fear. Not anymore. Not after today.

The doors were lifted, and the queen entered, her body obscured at the moment by smoke and the rolling door, but it was still an incredible sight. IF anything, it was more impressive thanks to the smoke. She could just see the impressive 6'3 sillhoutte of the woman, her perfect hourglass figure on display. Kathy could make out the muscles even in shadow, the shoulders broad and strong, legs thick and powerful. How many men had she snapped in half over those legs? How many people had she killed with those thighs? With that strength, it was no wonder that this woman had conquered the world, she seemed to be built for it.

The smoke lifted a little more, and now she could see the details of the woman. Theyw ere as intimidating as she had thought. More so. They were like a statue painted by a mad muscle-fetishist, all rippling lines and contoured curves. The abs resembled someone had hammered out a steel plate and put grooves in it for good measure, the swirls of the woman's mass of abdominal muscles mixing with the linear perfection of the others. The arms were little better, solid bicep peaks sitting on top of a pair of cannonball shoulders, veins popping out not from size, but from pure muscularity, the kind that comes with training until the muscle burns. And then there was the facial features, stern and Imperial, with sharp cheekbones, a sharp brow and a hard nose.

Oh, yes, this woman was muscle through and through. She was all power, all rock and vascularity. Kathy's desire was piercing and stiff, she had never been that attracted to other women, but something about her was turning her on. It could have been her musk, wafting around the air. It could have been her raw physical form, like a statue carved from marble. It could have been anything, all Kathy knew was she wanted to bow down and worship this woman.

But she wouldn't. She was impressed, she was aroused, but she wouldn't bow down. Not even to this idol of strength. She caught a glimpse of the woman's eyes, green and steely, narrow and piercing. She knew that gaze. It was the gaze of a killer, the firm and intent stare of someone who had brought countless pain and dealt out death from a young age.

Kathy took a step forward, the arena was was hot, the sun was blazing down like judgement on her, the sand was warm under her feet, the brilliant blue skies empty and endless, with only a few puffy white clouds drifting past. It was, she thought, very much like the arenas of ancient Rome seen in old movies. She supposed it had probably been based on those, when it was first made. It was, after all, the stadium for an empress to enact her justice on those who dared to challenge her dominance. Perhaps that was the point to remind her of her place, the punishment would be severe if she failed.


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Not to her, no. Worse than that. Itt would be a severe punishment of her sons, who would be forced to take her place if she was defeated. She could hear their terrified screams in her mind, the knowledge of what Betty would burning in her mind like a flame. This sadistic bitch had killed her own sons, killed them on their 18th birthdays by wrestling them to death. She had crushed countless men with her body, fucked them, destroyed them. Kathy felt the pangs of desire in her loins burn, a mix between terror and mortal lust.

The muscular queen glared at her, and Kathy saw her muscles tense as she prepared to spring. It was like her whole world had transitioned to slow motion as she saw Kathy getting ready to lunge at her. She could see the tension in the calves, the way her knees bent just a little, the way her muscles in her thighs looked like they were carved from stone, the way her glutes contracted to aid the movement. It was like the super-slow-motion images of opjects in motion, of a bullet shooting an apple or a brick going through a window pain. Kathy could see everything in Betty's lunge. Muscles rippled, sweat gleamed, everything built up to this point.

And then in an instant it went from slow-motion buildup to instantaneous and even shocking violence, as the massive woman lunged and launched herself at Kathy with terrifying speed. But because of that extra moment of warning, Kathy was ready for the lunge when it came, and she tensed her own muscles, ready to dodge to the side. She knew it would have to be at the last moment, she knew it would be a dangerous maneuver, but everything about this situation was dangerous, and she had to take this risk or else she would be defeated. She steeled herself, and then lunged in one movement.

It very nearly didn't work. If she'd hesitated even a moment more she would have been caught, crushed and killed by the horribly powerful wrestler. But she dodged at the very last moment, as the massive arms whooshed past her and the wicked queen stumbled forward past her, shocked by Kathy's ability to get out of the way of an attack most people would have been frozen in fear by.

But Kathy ahdn't been frozen byt he attack, and she wouldn't be frozen and wait for the result of her missing, either. She had to act fast, she could see that, and so she lunged with a strength she didn't even know she had and slammed into the massive back of the worlds strongest female. As she did, she reached out with her arms and wrapped them around Queen Betty's throat, pulling her head back as she jumped in the air, her far smaller body coming down on top of the much bigger one.\

And she started to squeeze, pulling Betty's head to her chest and wrapping her legs around the much bigger woman's waist in a deadly embrace. She pulled back as hard as she could, her muscles straining, and though she doubted the match could end so soon, she had to do her best to at least put the alpha in as much danger as possible as fast as she could. She had to establish that she wasn't a woman to be taken lightly. Only if she did that could she ever hope to save her sons and all of the men and women of her world as well.

She leaned back as far as she could in the hold, as far as she could without falling off, and tried to crush tighter. She could tell that Betty wasn't expecting this, her reaction was slow and shocked, and her motions sluggish as she stumbled, Kathy's arms still locked around her throat, legs still around her waist, fighting with all she had to stay on and not get dislodged, but she kept pulling back as hard as she could. She kept pulling back for all she was worth, feeling her muscles burn and the veins in her head start to throb painfully.

It did take a moment for Betty to recover and get ready to keep fighting. That was good for Kathy. What wasn't good was that when she finally got her head together long enough to start dealing with the smaller woman on her back, she struck with a vengeance. Incredible, wicked muscles drove her rock-hard elbow into Kathy's ribs so hard it almost sent her flying off of Betty's back from the impact. She was sure a rib must have been broken, at the very least bruised, and it took everything she had just to hold on and not scream in pain.

But to her credit, she managed to hold on. Her grip was like a vise, and her body burned with the intensity of her effort, but she held tightly even as agony raced through her body, refusing to allow the larger woman to dislodge her no matter how much it hurt.

And then she felt another bash of that powerful elbow against her, and this time, she was sure her ribs broke. She heard the snap, she felt the impact, she could feel her torso muscles start to tear away from the broken bones inside of her and she screamed, crying out as the blow sent so much pain rolling through her that she was forced to release her deadly hold. She groaned as she dropped to her feet behind Betty, but the mighty woman wasn't done with her yet, she drove her elbow back agaian, slamming it right into Kathy's head. The impact made her see stars, and knocked her back, knocked her flat on her back on the ground.

Stars were still dancing in her head as she looked up at the massive woman towering over her, seeing the cruelty and malice in the older woman's eyes shining through as she stared down at her like a monster looking at its next meal. Betty wickedly licked her lips, and she could see her saliva dripping down onto her exposed cleavage, shining in the sun.

It was a truly frightening sight, to see the cruel mass of humanity that she was up against. To see a vicious killer staring down at her like a wolf staring down at a sick and weakened deer, ready to feast. Betty was smirking down at her, a cruel smile that gave her no respect, no dignity, only a threat of pain, to her and her sons.

"I was hoping for something better than that," Betty told her, shaking her head. "I expected better from someone so bold as to challenge me, but I can see I I was mistaken in thinking you would be worth my time. I should end you right here," She said, and then laughed, "In fact... I think I will!"

And with that, she kneeled down, straddling Kathy's torso, and raised her arm to begin slamming it into Kathy's face. The downed woman only barely got her hands up in time to deflect some of the punishment, it wasn't easy, but it was enough to protect her. Protect her if not from the pain at the very least the death, as she pushed the blows aside enough to keep her skull intact, gritting her teeth through the shattering pain she felt. It still hurt, though. She could feel a glancing strike that barely grazed her cheek was still strong enough to knock teeth loose, hitting hard enough to break bone and leaving her face aching. She could feel the welt rise and swell as blood started to run down her face.

Betty had fists like hammers, and she was unafraid to swing as hard as she could. It hurt. Kathy felt like every inch of her face was bruised, broken, and she knew she had to escape. She couldn't take this sort of punishment for too long, her deflections were working well, for now, but they were a short-term solution to the long-term problem of being trapped in the ring with this vicious bitch who wanted her dead. She had to find a way out.

Moment after moment, beat after beat, blow after blow Betty slammed her fist down on Kathy's face, crashing it and crushing it, but it gave her a burstt of adrenaline. Once again, time seemed to slow down, and she watched in horror as she saw Betty's arm raising up over her, preparing to crush her head into a bloody mess and end the fight right there. But she also saw in that moment a hint of how she could escape. She saw how pulling her arm back left Betty's neck exposed. It was a difficult move to pull off, but she knew it might well be her only chance. She took in a deep breath, her lungs filling with air, and then she lashed out, trying to drive a knuckle into the older woman's throat!

It hit, and she felt the satisfying crunching of her throat being crushed under her fist. It would probably not be enough to stop a vicious bitch like Betty, but it was at least enough to slow her down. In fact, it was enough to make the massive bitch temporarily collapse forward, falling over Betty's prone body and pinning her to the canvas. She could feel her breathing, preparing to get back up, and knew she had to act quickly if she wanted to get out of this. She grunted, and reached up to grab the woman's shoulders, pushing her off of her and onto her back. She knew it was a feat just to get the big amazon bitch off of her, the crowd fell silent as they saw that she had been straddled and struck but survived. They gasped as they saw that perhaps, just once, a challenger had a chance.

Kathy groaned, she knew she wasn't going to be able to press her advantage now. It was unfortunate that she couldn't, she knew chances like this were rare, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. her body was too exhausted, she had to get up, and get back to her feet before she was struck again. She groaned once more, before rolling over, pushing herself up to her knees, and then slowly standing to her feet once more, struggling to stand in the sands of the arena.

It was a struggle, but she managed to get to her feet, and looked down at the woman beneath her, trying to think of what she could do. Dropping down, stomping, ground and pound - Any of the standard attacks all had the same danger- THat the big bitch would rise up and grab her again. She couldn't afford to be off-balance, and it was always possibel that Betty was playing possum, waiting for her to drop her guard. She had to find a way to attack without getting off-balance - Or at the very least, a way to make sure Betty would be off-balance too.

In the end, she decided that perhaps the best attack was no attack at all, let Betty get up and try to counter her when she did. To hurry the process along, she looked down at her, and whiped some blood from her lips.

“Come on, bitch, stand up, just you try and hit me, I'll drop you in a second," as she looked down at her foe, "You're fucking nothing, you hear me? Nothing!"


As she had hoped, it got the reaction she was looking for. The beast stirred. betty llooked up at her. She wasn't quite rising up to the challenge just yet, she was still on the ground, but her fury was clear, her desire to punish Kathy for daring to challenge her. She could see those eyes burning a hole into her soul, could feel the burning heat of the woman's anger. But that was what she wanted, she wanted her pissed off, she wanted her ready to kill and willing to sacrifice everything in the pursuit of victory. It would mean the bitch could make mistakes.

She watched as Betty carefully got one leg under herself, starting to rise up to her feet. Kathy grit her teeth as she watched the woman slowly start to get back to her feet and get ready to strike. She had to wait for the perfect moment as Kathy started to push herself up, she had to wait for the perfect time to strike. If she was even a second early, Betty would be able to counter. If she was a second late, Betty would be ready for the strike and she'd be left there helpless again as the woman tore into her. No, she had to get this just right.

She waited and watched, trying to pick the perfect time, the crowd was impressed, and she needed to feed off that, to see to it that the moment she struck would be a gorgeous display of violence that would be seared into their memory forever more. She smiled as she saw Betty rise up, just barely off balance for a moment as she got back to her feet, and she stepped forward, leaping in the air to deliver a crushing kick to the side of the head.

The good news was sshe hit. But there were two bits of bad news. The first was that the strike was nwohere neara s devastating as she was sure it should have been, it was hard, and so loud that she could have sworn it was echoing on the arena walls, but it wasn't enough to take her down. It was barely enough to knock her head to the side.

The other bit of bad news was that just as she struck, Betty reached up and clutched her ankle. Shew as getting countered, the sadistic woman who had outwrestled and killed so many had her grip firmly on Kathy's ankle. Kathy looked up in shock as Betty smirked, a confident smile that told her all she needed to knwo about the danger she was in. Oh, she could hitt hard, but no person in the world, man or woman, could hope to hit as harda s the musclebound beast before her - And she trained to handle the same sort of punishment that she could dish out. It might have been excessive in the minds of some, but it was clear here and now that it was worth it. It was what let the cruel queen catch the kick and have her challenger helpelss and staring back at her. Her eyes were cold and cruel, the eyes of a predator. Anyone could recogize that, even a woman like Kathy who had trained and prepared for this very motion. The queen was a wild beast.

Betty could hav gone for a vicious low kick to her groin, slamming her foot into the cleft and crushing it like she did to the balls of men who displeased her - Or even simply had the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She She could have raised up a kick of her own, counter Kathy by proving whatever Kathy could do, Betty could do better. She could have done a lot of things, but to Kathy's surprise, she didn't choose any oof the options that would have allowed her to bring this battle to a close right there and then. No, she was looking to prove her strength, and to make sure she did, Betty pulled Kathy forward and kneeled down just a little, ensuring she could scoop the mighty woman up into a powerbomb position.

Kathy was shocked. Shocked, but a little bit satisfied as well. It seemed the sadist queen was getting pissed off after all, if she was so eager to end the match with her crushing defeat like this. It meant that despite all the fury and dominance, Kathy's mind games were paying off. It almost made up for the fact that she was about to get hoisted up onto the shoulders of a 6'3 musclebound amazon and have her body driven to the ground and her neck shattered with the force of the impact.

Almost.

Well, not that close to it, really, but it was at least a consolation.

Kathy felt both of those hands close around her waist, large enough that her fingers overlapped on the other side. She grunted as she felt those hands hold tight and then lift, pushing her up into the air and off of the ground, putting her in the perfect position to be a victim to many, many vile acts. There would be no delicate dipping her down, no, this would be a violent and cruel crush of her body to the ground. Kathy grunted, she knew she needed to find a way to counter it, but she would be damned if she could figure out what it would be, there weren't very many effective counters to being lifted in the air and sitting on a woman's shoulders.

So she did the only one that even came close, as she spread her legs out to each side for a moment, and then closed them back in around the back of Betty's neck. She looked down at her as like she was watching a film or a TV show of the incident rather than actually participating in the sexual warfare occurring in the arena. She could see the woman's ehad between her thighs, she could see her glaring upa t her with fury. She knew the only hope she had wuold be for the woman to to get beat in the crushing hold, knocked out or her neck snapped. She doubted there would be many more chances after this, and the one thing that Kathy was sure she could outdo the other woman with was her thighs. She was a runner, after all, she had thighs that were perfectly designed for anything, and anything included a crushing battle to try to squeeze a woman's head between them until it burst like a ripe grape.

Or possibly until it burst like like the men who she had sqeuezed to death on that broadcast, the broadcast that had convinced Kathy of just how important it was to overthrow their sadist queen. Betty had ruled for too long, she had ended too many lives and made a mockery of their corpses, and now, now it was time for her to get the punishment she so richly deserved for all of her crimes.

This was the day of reckoning for the cruel queen who had ruled them fort oo long.

At least, so Kathy hoped.

In truth, she didn't know, and it was pretty clear that she was not doing the level of damage to the other wrestler that she would need to in order to really put her away for the count, and that meant that she was just going to have to try to figure out something from here, before the vicious bitch managed to recover and start to make a comeback. She could see her face starting to slightly change color from the crush, which boded well for Kathy, but at the same time she could she a growing rage in those eyes that worried her, because at the moment, she wasn't doing nearly enough to smash that fucking face in for good. Which meant that she might be the one on the receiving end of the smashing.

No matter how hard she tried, Betty wasn't going down, which meant that, sooner or later, Kathy was. Until then, she just squeezed, trying to overwhelm and overpower the awesome woman whose head was crushed between her mighty thighs. In fact, even as her face was turning purple and her eyes bloodshot, Betty was still managing to force her thighs up and push against her, fighting back the only way anyone could despite being in a very dangerous position, with her head trapped in between powerful legs of a wrestler who knew exactly what she was doing with them.

Of coourse, that was only SORT of the only way anyone could fight back. There was another method, one that hadn't occurred to Kathy, and one that once she felt its consequences, she certainly wished it had. The massive bitch just charged forward, and smashed her back into the rocky wall of the arena. It stunned her, made her grunt and her head roll abck, and as she was stunned by that, there was just enough time for Betty to reach up, grab her hips, and throw her against the wall.

Kathy's back hit the stone hard enough that it did a number on her spine, and for a moment she cuoldn't move much at all, she could only stand with her back against the wall and look back at the cruel woman who was stepping slowly towards her. Once again, she felt like an animal being stalked by a wolf, trapped and unable to move, waiting for the inevitable end.
She watched as her opponent approached, a hunrgy and sadsitic look in her eyes telling Kathy that she was ready to torture her, to make her suffer before she killed her. The queen had been challenged, her authority had been questioned, and she was going to put the usurper down with neither mercy or nor forgiveness. Her eyes shown with sadistic intent, and her lips curled back to reveal teeth that yearned to taste the hot blood of her prey. Kathy was helpless to move, she tried, but her legs wouldn't respond to her commands. She could only watch in terror as the massive, powerful she-wolf approached her, marching forward to deliver on her threats.

But she didn't run, she didn't cry for mercy, she didn't scream or beg. She watched as her foe came at her, if she was going to die, she would do it with dignity, the dignity of a true amazon. Of course, that didn't mean she would go quietly. She hissed at the massive woman whose eyes were set on her jugular, watching as the queen approached, and opened her mouth to speak one last time before sending her to ne next world. "You're going to have to work for it..."

Betty's arm shot out, and one massive hand wrapped around Kathy's throat, and she felt herself being lifted off the ground, staring into those cold eyes. "You dare to taunt me before you die?"

She let out a pained chuckle. "I'm not the one doing the dying here."

"Oh really?"

I... Will... D-defeat... You..." She said, struggling to get each word out.

"With your bare hands?" The massive woman said, before laughing loudly. "You and what army?"

She glared down at the other woman, trying to test out her body, feel if any of it was recovered enough that she would be able to push her away, and to her surprise, it felt like she could. All of her strength? She thought so, but it was unlikely. But at the very least she could fight back against this monster, surprise her, and get out of this vicious hold. She grit her teeth, swallowed, and looked back at her opponent.

"Just me," she said, and then raised a knee, slamming it against the other woman's chin with a force that surprised even her. She heard Betty's chin crack from the impact, she felt the massive woman's grip loosen from amazement, and followed it up with a kick to the chest, one that would knock Betty back to the center of the arena, back to where she'd begun. She barely kept her balance as she landed on her feet, but just as she had predicted, the blow to the chest had winded the massive woman, giving her a small break that she needed. IT wasn't much of one, but it didn't need to be. It was only a second of wind, and yet, in this case, it was all she needed. It was all she had been looking for, the few moments that would give her a fighting chance in the fight.

At the beginning, she'd dodged an attempt to grapple by Betty. She suspected she should probably feel ike this was a compliment that Betty would be the one avoiding a fair grapple this time. And maybe she would have, but unfortunately, she was too busy being grabbed, and lifted up in the air by Betty's massive arms. One hand reached under her groin and the other wrapped around her waist. She knew exactly what was coming next, as she'd seen it used countless times by the massive Queen on her many slaves. She was lifted up, grabbed, and then turned upside down and thrown to her back, thrown hard to the ground by the mighty woman, her own body weight adding to the momentum of her turn, causing her to skid across the sand backwards.


She groaned, she'd been right about the throw, and now, she was stuck. The way she had slid on the sand, it felt like skin had been torn from her back, her ass was stinging from the impact, and she was lying on her back in the sparring area, looking up at the sky and at the woman who was approaching her, muscles bulging, and a look in her eye that was just as hungry for death, domination, and destruction as she had ever seen it. It was, in its own way, arousing to see so much sweat dripping off such a powerful body, but she didn't have time to enjoy the image, she was too busy worrying about how to survive whatever was coming next.

"So," Betty said with a smile as she paused over Kathy, looking down at the downed and outmatched woman, "Are you ready to see the true power of a goddess? I'm about to show you, adn everyone else in this world, what happens to the people who are so foolish that they think they can stand up to me. I will be the goddess now, I will be the goddess tomorrow, I will be the goddess forever and there's nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me!" She declared with a cruel laugh.

Kathy was in awe at the powerful smell that had suddenly, now, invaded her senses. It was the scent of sweat, and of sex, and of power. She looked up and could only watch as she got a good look at that hungry, muscular cunt hanging over her face, leaking the thick juices of a powerful woman that was ready to fuck. Or, as she'd learned from her time watching the public broadcasts of the queen's victories, a woman ready to kill. She wasn't sure which it was going to be, but she had a feeling in her stomach that told her she would soon learn firsthand.

She could only watch as, slowly, the cruel queen began to drop her hips, her dripping cunt lowering itself down towards Kathy's frightened face. There was a new smell in the air, one of a strong, musky perfume. But Kathy was not going to let it overwhelm her. She just watched as that hairy cunt was brought closer like a guillotine's blade. Soon, it was just inches away from her face. And then, it was on her.

The juices dripped onto her face, thick and sloppy and stinking of power and, most of all, femininity. There was something intoxicating about those thick juices dripping onto her face, polluting her mind with their scent. No man had ever oozed that much juice when she'd gone down on him, and this was a woman who hadn't even cum. It was so... Powerful.

The powerful mound of muscle pushed down on her face, the weight of its owner pushing her down to the sand. Fuck, that was hot. But she didn't have time to think about how hot the bitch was, she was on top of her, and she knew that was dangerous. At this point, it was just a question of how the wicked queen would inflict the danger on her.

Betty didn't have to wait too long to get her question answered. She felt those tree-trunk-esque thighs suddenly reach out and wrap around her head, starting to push in on it. She wasn't sure, but she suspected that Betty could have just ended it right there. But they both knew that wasn't what either wanted. The idea of a match like this ending with a simple lucky slam and squeeze was unthinkable to both competitors, they rejected it outright and were determined not only to win, but to make damn sure the other woman knew who had won.

She felt the thick thighs start to push in on the sides of her head. Betty was rolling her hips along her face, aroused grinding of juices into flesh as she would occasionally wiggle her wet cunt lips along the sides of her face. Her body felt overwhelmed by the powerful woman on top of her as she was slowly being subsumed, even as those thighs started to dominate as well. Both headscissor and facesitting were hodls that mixed dominance with a humiliation. The sensuality and sexuality of the moment was twisted and perverted in a way that was working its dark magic on her, the submission turning her on and the threat of being made to submit utterly intoxicating her mind with visions of destruction.

But no, no! She was here for a reason, this wasn't just about her or even power, no, this was about protecting her sons. She couldn't let herself submit, she would not bow her head like a good little bitch to this evil cunt, she had a role to play. Besides, being th edominant was so much better than beinga submissive, and even as the power and pressure of the woman's thighs around her skull grew, Kathy was getting more and more eager to defeat her. She kicked her legs up, and wrapped them around Betty's skull as well.

Now, to the shock and awe (and no doubt arousal) of the crowd, Betty and Kathy were locked in a mutual crushing hold, and what made it even more shocking and notable was that because the two women were proud warriros, neither one of them would be releasing the headscissor until they had a victory.

Leg against leg, thigh against thigh, muscle and bone against muscle and bone. The wicked drama of the two women on the grounds fo the arena were soon rchoing with the sounds of these two warriors aaaaas of their grinding sinews. They twisted and turned trying every possible way to gain leverage, both keeping an iron grip on the other's head to make sure they didn't let go and give the other an advantage, even for a moment.

It was so thick, so strong, so enduring. There was no doubting it, these two were much alike. But at their heart they were also different in some way. They were entangled in a battle of full body strength against full body strength, each one fighting for their position, their power, and ultimately, fighting for what they believed was theres. To Betty, it was her position as queen of the world. To Kathy, it was her family and her role as a mother. No matter how many times they each twisted to gain the advantage in that struggle for power, they were always brought back down to the primal core of what it was they wanted most.

And so, for a moment, neither of the mighty women could speak, or even think about speaking. They couldn't think about anything except the awesome power of the person whose skull was between their legs, and the struggle to dominate that person. She could smell the arousal of the woman whose juices were dripping down in front of her and on her frace now, and likewise, as she watched and smelled it ghet wetter and wetter, she had all the proof she needed that the other woman was in a position of just as much erotic power and excitement as she was.

That spurred her to keep fighting, even as the pressure grew, and she began to see stars in her eyes like little fireflies dancing around. The pressure, the power, the muscle - It was all so much, so powerful, and yet so beautiful. Just like the rocky legs that were inflicting it.

Fuck, she could tell that she wasn't the one winning this right now, though. The more she lay beneath her and tried to squeeze down, the more she felt that her own powerful thighs and legs seemed to be weakening. The pressure was making it hard to think about anything, she was startring to hear a high-pitched whining sound in her mind that some part of her brain recognized as essential to her thoughts and wellbeing starting to slip away.

No, it was more than just that. It was more than something essential to her thoughts, she was getting crushed right to the core. She was getting defeated. Betty was on top of her, her awesome ass pressed up against her head, her juices dripping down onto Kathy's face, and she was going to win if Kathy didn't find some way to change that.

She was getting squeezed. Pulsed on. Crushed.

And she heard a crackling sound.

Not a loud one - Or at the very least, not one that she suspected was loud outside the confines of her head - But a sound that she knew meant a lot more than just a loud noise. It was the sound of her skull beginning to break, and it came alongside the strange and yet somehow undeniably recognizable feeling of her head being carefully compressed out of shape, like a soccer ball when it gets stuck under the wheels of a car. Slowly pushed down on, feeling the sides and front bend out, becoming nothing but a broken popped mess in t he face of superior force.

But she was determined that unlike the socceer ball, her skull wouldn't pop. She would stand up to this bitch, no matter how car-like and unstoppable her awesome thighs felt. She could take it, even as the cracks grew larger despite her struggle and unwillingness to lose.

Kathy suddenly squeezed down tighter. She had determined she wouldn't lose, and she would be damned if she went back on her word now. This wasn't just about survival, or even about pride, it was about keeping her word - Her word to herself, and to the rest of the world. She suddenly pressed forward, and crushed her thighs harder around Betty's skull, even shaking her hips just a little to make sure every inch and ounce of potential pressure was brought to bare against this sadistic bitch.

She heard muffled grunts and groans as suddenly, it wasn't Kathy who was struggling for her life, it was Betty. She squeezed with all she had, adding a few quick licks between her legs if she dared, trying to utterly dominate her - And somehow, it seemed to be working. Betty was being beaten, and the crowd gasped in shock as the queen began to struggle, clearly reaching down to try to grab Kathy's legs and pull them away from her skull.

Even Kathy was impressed, but she didn't have time to revel in it.

"Just... Break... YOu arrogant whore..." She growled, more angry than ever. She was not going down without a fight. Betty was struggling, twisting, trying to pull her head free, and she was finally in control. She was finally in position to dominate and control the cruel cunt who had done so much damage. She was going to win. FUCK it felt good! It felt so good!

Betty's arms suddenly went limp, her breathing unsteady. KAthy knew she wasn't entirely finished, it would take more than this to finish off a massive beast like Betty, but she knew she would be able to end it, now. She bucked her hips up, and twisted, turning her body. The unconscious woman was heavy, several hundred pounds of muscle and flesh didn't roll over easily, but with a few tries she did, and Kathy was able to take her position on top, with her legs stretched behind her.

Her RIGHTFUL position! She belonged here, not that bitch Betty, and she would prove it as soon as she pounded that bitch's skull into nothing but mush. For now, she needed a moment to recover after rolling her. Turning a massive woman over and getting on top of her was no easy task, and even as she celebrated, she knew that she would need to get her breath back sooner rather than later if she wanted to take advantage and finish the cunt beneath her off like she desearved.

Kathy could feel her heart beating in her chest, beating fast and hard. It was almost over. It was just abotu finished, and she was finally going to end the sadistic bitch. Here! Now! HER! She was going to finish this cruel woman off with her mighty, rocky thighs and leave her a broken corpse beneath her, worthless as anything butt human trash, her sons who would have been the only ones who would morn her dead at this cunt's own hands.

She smirked as she looked back at the outstretched legs of the defeated woman beneath her, at the way that her hands fell flat to the mat. As massive and impressive and powerful as Betty was, she was also a true vision of physical opwer, and it was almost a shame to put something like that out of commission for good.

But only almost, after what Betty had done, it would easily be worth a price a thousand times higher to put an end to the cruel reign of this sadistic killer queen. The time had come, the moment of truth. She'd fought hard, she'd won, and there was only one question left. A question that, in fact, she had wondered about herself.

Could she actually take a life like this?

It turned outl, she didn't need to worry. Yes, she could. If it was a bitch like Betty, yes, she could. She looked back, and smiled.

"Bye, bitch!" She grunted, and then crushed, squeezing her massive thighs around the downed wrestler queen's skull. The other bitch's skull suddenly contorted and cracked like a hammer had been brought down on it. It was done. Her great rival was dead, and there was little else to do but enjoy the spoils of her victory.

And holy FUCK did it feel good. Holy FUCK was she horny, goddamnit, she understood why this wild woman was so cruel, the feeling of taking a life with one's own thighs was absolutely intoxicating. She laughed, and started to roll and twist her hips, feeling how horny she'd got from the act of crushing the cunt's skull to paste with her awesome thighs.

Even if it hadn't been for the blood and brain matter that now stained her flesh, Kathy would have been soaking wet. She almost came just from the feel of the bones giving way under the force of her thighs. She growled, and continued to roll her hips, fucking her own strong leg like a cocksleeve made out of thighflesh, but she couldn't get off. Fuck, she needed more, more! She could barely hold herself back from bringing out another foe to wreck like this bitch had so many times.

Slowly, with arousal and pleasure and gore dripping down her thighs, she barely managed to force herself up to her feet, and stand on wobbly, soaked legs, raising her hand in victory. The arena burst out into a wild, uproarious cheer as she stood, feeling the aftermath of her victory dripping down her thighs. She had won, she had ended the reign of the cruel queen. She had ended her, as if she had never been. The bitch's head was gone, her face would soon be forgotten, it was now nothing but a smear of red between Kathy's thighs.

She was a new ruler, now, a ruler who would be kinder, and more gentle, and who wouldn't kill at will, who wouldn't end lives for her pleasure. No matter how hard, no matter how FUCKING hard it was right now to avoid doing that, seeing how fucking gorgeous her thighs, how powerful and strong they were, seeing how easily she crushed a skull under her powerful legs. And also seeing how fucking wildly, mindblowingly pent up she was with a level of arousal that she could only barely control and reign herself back from taking a second life.

Unfortunately for the announcer, not taking a life was not quite the same thing as not jumping someone. The announcer stepped forward, holding a microphone in her hand, and began to address the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the new victor, and thus the new queen of the world, the grea-AHHHH!"

Kathy didn'tt give her a chance to finish the sentence, in a single catlike motion she leaped, and jammed her pussy right back down on the woman's face, screaming with victory. She began to grind and roll her hips, pushing the other woman down on the sand, and humping her like a possessed animal. She threw her head back and moaned while she road the other woman's face into the ground, smearing it with pussy juice and moaning, forcing her to taste her arousal and the blood that had been stained all over Kathy's thighs. She felt like a beast, she looked like a beast, but fuck it she NEEDED this right now, she needed it so badly, she had to get off, she was so fucking horny it felt like she would burst if she didn't slam this woman down and grind all over her face. Grind a little harder, grind a little more, push it a bit to the side. Fuck, yes, right there, right there, that was it! Fuck YES that was it, that was it, fuck, she was going to cum! She was going to cum like a fucking freight train all over this woman's face, yes, she was going to, she was going to... OH GOD YES!

"FUCK YEEEEEES!" She screamed out her arousal and excitement to the world around her, as her juices gushed and poured out over the announcer's face, until they were practically about to drown the bitch. It was so much that the woman's face was beginning to me obscured by the torrents of pussy juice and blood. It was like an ocean between her legs, a cummy, bloody ocean.

And finally, after so long, she began to calm down, letting her juices drain out and leech into the announcer's clothes and skin. She stood up, looking at the downed woman, and the corpse next to her, and picked up the announcer's microphone.

"This!" She said, "This is what the new order is! My order! Those who would harm others, who would harm those around them, who would harm my sons, THIS!" She pointed to the body of Betty on the ground, "Is their fate. They will die on the sand or in my home or anywhere else I choose, because I will not allow the level of injustice that this cruel cunt allowed to continue, and if no-one will put a stop to it, I will. And as for anyone else, for those who simply defy or question or denounce me..."

She pointed to the gasping and blood-covered, but clearly still bleeding woman beside her, "Well, that's their fate. Because I am a just, and fair, and even-handed ruler," She smirked as she looked at the shaking woman, and then looked up to the crowd, "But hey. A girl's gotta have fun, right?"

She laughed, and the crowd did too, a luxurious laugh brought on by relief they were no longer subject to the cruel whims of their previous queen.

"AND NOW!" She announced joyously, "CHEER FOR ME!" She smiled, "OR BOO! OR, FUCK IT, YELL YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR! THIS ISN'T A TYRANNY OF MUSCLE ANYMORE, THIS IS A QUEENDOM FOR ALL!"

She raised the microphone high to catch the joyous yells of the crowd as they echoed through the arena, though she didn't need to, this much joy could be heard for miles and even registered as an earthquake in some of the more sensitive equipment. The onlookers clapped and whooped with joy, some hugging, some crying from happiness, and all just relieved to know that finally, the reign of the cruel cunt who had killed and tore her way through them all for so long was over.

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[Well, goodness, that was an exciting time wasn't it! Fear not, more stories coming soon as I catch up on all the work I temporarily failed to exist for (for several years, basically)

Hope you all had fun! There's a prequel in the works as we speak]
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