Kelly: For our first game this evening, I am going to let each of you guess exactly how much in kilogramms I can lift with this rippling and deadly right arm of mine. If you give the same answer as any other person before you, or no answer, or no number, or one with a decimal or fraction in it, you are out. Otherwise, the furthest answer from the correct one wins instant elimination from the game. I will start at THIS end. What’s your answer, wimp?
Wimp 1: 430
Kelly: That’s ridiculous! No human being has ever lifted over 300 kg with one arm. For that, I’m afraid, I’ll have to eliminate you from the game.
Buckets of sweat poured from the wimp’s face as he saw the enormous Ludmilla (Age 24, 6 foot 2, 195lbs., 18"bis, 32"quads, 17.3" calves, 46" chest) approach. Ludmilla grabbed him by the balls and squeezed until all the contents of his testicular sack were completely mulched. Then the last thing he saw was Ludmilla recoil her fist and WHAM! All went dark for him. The punch was so hard that his head came off and rolled across the room, past all the others, leaving blood stains all over the floor.
Tina: That’s 2 out, 41 wimps remain.
Kelly: Now wimp number 2, what’s YOUR answer?
Wimp 2 (with a very nervous, panicky voice): 200
Kelly: wimp 3? Wimp 2 breathes a sigh of relief.
Wimp 3 (also in a panicky voice): 210
Kelly: wimp 4? Wimp 3 breathes an even bigger sigh of relief.
Wimp 4: 215
Kelly: wimp 5?
Wimp 5: 220
Kelly: wimp 6?
Wimp 6 (also in a panicky voice): 215
Kendra: STOP! We have another elimination!
As Jazzmon was standing nearest to wimp 6, she took the opportunity to administer the disciplinary this time. She approached wimp 6, explained to him why his answer was not valid, gripped his shoulders in her massively powerful hands, drove a knee so hard into his testicles that one was squashed like a grape and the other was sent into his kidneys from the impact. Then came the punch. He saw it coming, but there was nothing he could do…. POW! His face was also squashed like a grape; his head was turned inside out; all the head matter was falling to the floor … and then came the 2nd punch that REALLY finished him off and got gore all over Lady Jazzmon’s fists of steel.
Tina: Well that’s 3 out, 40 wimps remain
God, if you had been there dear reader, and seen what I am envisioning in My mind, you would have certainly shot your cum straight up into the air by now. Imagine, three hardbodies,
mashing those wimps up like they were made of foam.
They flushed, hot, dripping and scented with sweat, sexual desire, feminine curves and youth.
The scene was very much the same as the remaining wimps were made to guess how many inches the bicep arms measure at full-flex. One wimp got eliminated for failing to give an answer within 4 seconds. A 2nd got eliminated for muttering a ridiculous number (only six). Erica and Laura completely turned these demise-deserving idiots inside out, leaving them dead from having all their organs pulled out ad exposed to the naked air.
Tina: Excellent work, ladies! Now that’s 5 wimps down, 38 to go, I mean remaining.
Ludmilla: Now you vimps at ze end who heff not het ze chance to play yet, Guess what I age I was venn I killed my forst wimp?
There were 9 wimps left who had not played the guessing game. Two of them guessed numbers greater than 21 (the correct answer was 6), and so these were the next to be eliminated. But before she dispatched them, Tina announced that wimps 2,3,4,5,7,8 and 9 would have to guess exactly how many teeth in total would be loosened and go flying from when each of the 8 ladies punches one of the 2 wimps in the face with a jab or an upper cut. That’s 2 wimps suffering a total of 8 punches. How many teeth?
The first three to guess thought around 40 to 44, whereas the other 5 all guessed the numbers 68 to 72, as there are 36 teeth per mouth, and as Ludmilla and Lady Jazzmon delivered the 7th and 8th punches to the face of the eliminated, it became clear that those closest to 72 would survive, as the entire mouth of one wimp came out and went flying and the whole head, or what remained of it, ultimately came off the other wimp, both of whom had already suffered large tooth loss from EACH of the earlier punches. Tina?
Tina: Well that’s 5 wimps down, 2 about to go (wimp 2 and wimp 3), and 34 left in the game entering round 4.
Erica decided to let the remaining 34 men guess the number of words that wimps 2 and 3 put together would scream all in all as first their balls are squeezed to paste by the lovely Kendra and Kelly, and then they are taken down for a legscissors and have their ribs slowly crushed between the all-powerful legs of Laura and Cindi, wholoved to squeeze their victims with either muscle group.
Four more men were eliminated this time, in reverse order: one for giving the same answer a 2nd time (method of elimination: Jazzmon’s face crumpler punch), two for taking too long (method of elimination: having their head crushed to mulch and gore between Tina’s and Ludmilla’s legs), and one for complaining that it was not fair to make them guess this (method of elimination: groin crush followed by a lethal facesit, all courtesy of the lovely Kendra). Your verdict Tina?
That’s … erm, let me count the bodies … NINE WIMPS DOWN, 34 TO GO
Laura: Great. Now in the next round, these 10 lucky wimps at the other end of the line will have the opportunity to, well actually they are called upon to compliment us on our magnificent bodies and to BEG us to totally destroy them with it. Two short sentences only. Maximum 16 words, minimun 10. No repeat wordings. If you don’t sound like you mean it, you’re eliminated! And the 3 worst and 3 best efforts of the 10 are eliminated. How’s that?
Kelly: Oh, what a FANTASTIC idea. So we all get to judge, the three most pathetic efforts are, well deserve to be turned to mush for their puny efforts … and the best three? Ah yes, they get the REWARD of getting their wish granted here and now. Fabulous!
The butt-tapping machines and the presence of no longer 8 but now 11 beauties bursting with muscle they just can’t wait to unleash made it rather hard to concentrate, but an effort was made nonetheless.
Then the 6 winners and losers were selected, and the three ladies who had just newly joined, Lucinda, Leanne and Sarah-Jane were introduced.
Lucinda: Hiiiiii boys! We’ve come to join in the fun!!!
As they had missed out on some man-smooshing already, each of the new ladies was given the chance to demonstrate their bodies, skills and techniques to the room-full on two of the newly eliminated men each.
Lucinda opted to show off her deadly skills by doing one in with an inverted neck breaker that snapped her newly castrated wimp’s spine in two, and the other had his face pushed up against her ass and crushed his head to pulp by clenching her butt cheeks together.
Sarah-Jane lifted one man in the air and snapped him in half over her knee, breaking his back like snapping a pencil. The other had the pleasure of licking her vaginal clitoris, only to end up getting his head crushed between her thighs when she got too excited.
And Leanne introduced herself to the onlooker wimps by doing a bicep pose that crumples one wimp’s face in like a broken lamp-shade, while the other was laid on his back and forced to inhale her sweaty ass aromas and to kiss the ass that would ultimately take his life, and kiss it lots.
Lucinda: For the next game, we have decided to get the remaining 28 wimps to fall to their knees and ALL kiss our heavenly asses. Each one of you must really kiss each one of our asses, that’s 22 butt-cheeks each, and do it with devotion. Any that don’t do it with the required level of worship and subjugation WILL be eliminated!
No! Hang on, started wimp 11, you said at the beginning that there would be five or six rounds to this game. Five or six! This is the 7th round of the game. That’s not fair!
Lady Jazzmon was again the closest. She took one step towards him, her muscles so ripped that the nearly made the air in the room explode. Her skimpy clothes were torn to shreds just from the rage that was building up inside her. Her fist was coiled back and then launched so hard into wimp 11’s face that his entire head exploded upon impact, sending gore flying in all directions and leaving little more than a stump from his neck-bones as all that was left of his head.
Kendra: We lied. Who said life was going to be fair?
Laura: And this game has just gone into over-time !!!!
Erica: Are there any more protests to lodge? Or is everyone in agreement that the game go into over-time?
The remaining 27 wimps all fell to their knees and all did such a good job of kissing those butt-cheeks that there wasn’t really anything to eliminate any of them for, so three or four wimps were chosen simply because they had been the ones who had been situated nearest to the outburst wimp, and as wimp 11’s mumblings were SO bad, the punishment for this HAD to be DEATH for at least 4 more men!
So while three of the chosen wimps came forward and offered their heads, and before this, their balls to the waiting Laura, Leanne and Cindi, one wimp disgraced all by suddenly trying to make a run for it. Such foolishness does not go unpunished! He was so distracted by seeing Lady Jazzmon and Ludmilla make a lunge for him, and Laura, Leanne and Cindi all finishing off the other 3 “volunteered” wimps off with lethal headsquashings between their legs, that the fool ran straight into Cindi who lifted him up with ease and brought him back.
This time he offered no resistance, as Sarah-Jane reached for and squashed his balls, Erica shoved the biggest spade handle you’ve ever seen in deep into his ass, and then the other nine lethal maidens each broke a bone, starting with his hands, feet, legs, ribs, then ultimately, he was allowed to kiss the fists of Lady Jazzmon and Ludmilla before both were recoiled and WHAM! made his head explode.
Now back to Tina for the count please.
Tina: Let me see, … oh well, let’s just count the number of wimps left to play with, shall we? 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,…. 23 left to do!
Laura: What do you mean, left to do? What do you mean, 34 to go and now 23 left to do? I know it’s what you’re ALL thinking, well let me break it (get it?) to you: no more than 2 of you worthless wimps will enter this room alive, as tonight we play SQUASH THE BASTARDS! HAH-HAH, HAH-HAH!
Kelly: The next game, for the ten lucky selected wimps, is to stand up straight and keep as still and as quiet as possible, while our ladies begin to crush your testicles …
One wimp protests that this is not fair – he is the first to get his balls squished in the unforgiving rock-hard hands of the big ice maiden Ludmilla. She then recoils her fist to finish him off and punches his face in so hard that his front and back skull walls meet, and all that was in between drops to the floor in a messy puddle and pile.
The remaining nine of the volunteered fair little better, as ALL get their testicles COMPLETELY SQUASHED to mulch, and for either screaming or twitching during this game round, the ladies are left with no choice but to execute each one of them with a muscular combination of moves, one by each of the keenly waiting ladies. Tina?
Tina: That’s 30 down and only 13 left to mulch, squash and crush.
Kendra: Wonderful! In this next game, the one of the three wimps I choose to play this round who flinches the least and glances praises my way the best while I shove these enormous broomsticks up their asses survives. Any questions? No, good.
In the end, the three she chose all did well with glancing praises at her, but none of them was able to survive the deep, deep penetration of the broom-stick (ALL THE WAY THROUGH THEIR BODIES AND UP TO THEIR NECKS!) Too bad! Or should I say three kebabbed!
The final 10 men were offered the privilege, honour and reward of massaging the ladies’ feet, then also their breasts, and their muscularly ripped chests, and then licking their clitorises to orgasm.
Kelly: Any tongue slaves that don’t do a good job, do not fully devote themselves to us and offer themselves up, well … you know the drill!
As it happened, none of them failed. All passed with flying colours, bringing on orgasm after orgasm and delighting the ladies.
Unfortunately, four of the ladies, Ludmilla, Laura, Cindi and Leanne got SO excited in the passion of it that they locked their legs around the male’s heads, pulling them in closer, leaving them unable to escape as one of them dies from not being allowed to get any air while pleasing Leanne with his tongue; two of the tongue slaves were crushed between the mighty legs of Cindi and Ludmilla as the aroused muscle babes could not suppress their reflex reaction as they came with intensity in the faces of their wimps, and a 4th one DROWNED in the love-juices that came all over him while also being snapped in half as Laura instinctively grabbed a hold of anything and everything she could as she came with such intensity. We must distinguish here that Lumilla’s wimpy tongue slave’s head exploded between the most ripped, muscular and strong legs in the world! bringing on more pressure from left and right than any male skull can withstand! whereas Cindi actually ended up shoving her tongue slave’s entire head into her vagina, which is where he died. Of all of the above.
Kelly: Shall we be gentle and let the remaining 6 wimps go now that we have had our fun with them and now that we are sexually satisfied?
All remaining wimps breathe a sigh of relief and look to Lady Jazzmon for her answer … but instead of an answer, all 11 ladies laugh, histerically. Kelly: yeah, right … as if! ‘course we’ll make them die. It’s what they’re FOR!
The remaining six men were drawn muscle girls more or less at random … ok, they were chosen by their opponents, just like they had been in the previous round.
Kelly: tug-of-war time! I love tug-of-war time!
Laura: whichever man loses his tug-of war the quickest, and by loses I mean is pulled in, punched over and then has his face sat upon by his triumphant opponent, loses.
Sarah-Jane: ready steady go!
Within 2 seconds all six wimps had been pulled across the line, punched over, losing countless teeth and broken noses or swollen lips in the process, and it was up to the ladies to decide which should be the quickest and which the slowest to sit cozily down on her defeated opponent. It mattered not how many of the wimps that were defeated the most quickly to eliminate and how many to keep in the game, as the final round was announced to be a killer: the game was that each male would have his ribcage slowly squashed between the two powerful legs of a muscle lady. The quickest to break loses, and is of course eliminated, whereas the wimp who survives a few seconds of this then gets the added pleasure of also having his face pushed in by her divine hands.
Kendra: Yes, that’s right. We LIED when we said that (up to) two of you would survive all the rounds. We KNEW we were never going to let ANY of you escape our lethal wrath. And [backgound noise = several wimp’s ribcages and also faces giving way from the squeezing] we’d especially like to thank you all for being such good sports this evening [crunch!], such gentlemen, and for all those lovely compliments you gave us [crunch! splat!], and the orgasms, and we especially liked the way you all AGREED to play with us, signed the waiver and organ donation forms [crunch! = second to last wimp went pop! while other ladies examine all the remains for anything big enough to squash], and all gave your bodies to us to play with and break and destroy. Let’s do it again tomorrow night, same time same place, just as we do it every night and have been doing for over 6 years now, with over 800,000 wimps squashed so far [final one goes crunch, pop and splat!] and over $1 trillion raised for good causes such as those confidence rebuilding, self-defence and culprit wrecking sessions for rape victims, beaten wives and, well any chick who fancies some man-crushing really. Well, done ladies! [the two who had escaped death by lying there with broken ribs and a broken jaw pretending to be dead after earlier rounds also went crunch! pop! and splat!] High fives all round. You ladies were FANTASTIC! once again.
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