My Best Birthday Ever
For your 18th birthday your very wealthy and famously cruel (to men) aunt “Wet and Windy Undies Wendy the Wicked WimpWrecker” and I (Suffer My Ass Stacy StudSquasher) have organized some male strippers for you and your close girly friends here in this ball gowns bash hall tonight.
And here they come …. WHOOOOO! Big cheer. The male dancers enter.
There’s about 40 of them, all at once, all body builders who can’t stop showing off how great they think they are. Music. Dance. Chippendale clothing comes off. Very big cheer. A few of the girls are fondling the meaty pecs of their favourite dancers. The music ends.
Now in honour of the birthday girl, who today on her 18th birthday earns her nickname, “no mercy missy” we have organised some games to combine three of Krissi’s favourite things: ballbreaking, triumphanlism, and deflowering men.
Very big cheer. WHooOOOOOOOOOOO!
Krissi has brought her eleven bestest closest cutest girlyest friends with her for this wonderful party tonight. They all stand up to applaud and cheer.
So to ensure that none of our male strippers get any idiotic ideas, like being an I-won’t-play sourpuss, leaving early, or mistreating our birthday party girls, we have hired the help of :
PLEASE GIVE A WARM WELCOME … TO … TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO …..
THE GREAT, THE WONDERFUL,
A THOUSAND MEN HAVE FALLEN PREY TO HER AMAZING MUSCLES:
MUSCLEDEATH MOLLY THE MANGLER. Very big cheer. WHooOOOOOOOOOOO!
I SEE SHE’S BROUGHT A FEW OF HER FRIENDS ALONG TOO (FREE OF CHARGE), JUST FOR THE FUN: PLEASE WELCOME ALSO ….
DONNA DAMAGE THE DESTROYER OF DORKS. Very big cheer. WHooOOOOOOOOOOO!
SHE BOASTS A WIN-LOSS RECORD IN THE FEMDOM LOW-BLOW CAGE MANBUSTING RING OF TWO HUNDRED THIRTY NINE MEN CRUSHED AND NO LOSS …
MESS HIM UP MANDY. Big cheer YEEEEEAAAHHHHH
ALSO, …..
LIGHTS OUT LISA. Big cheer. WhoOOOOOOOOHHH!
JENNY JAWBREAKER. Big cheer. WhOOOOOOOOHHH!
VAGINAL VENGEANCE VIKKI VICTORY. Big cheer.
THE FACEBUSTING FAIRY FRANCEEN. Big cheer YEEEEEAAAHHHHH
ONE ELLE OF A BEATING BY THE BODY OF A BOULDER MISS BITCH THE BRUISER. Big cheer.
KNOCKOUT NELLIE NOSEBROOK. Big cheer. WhOOOOOOOOHHH!
WANDA THE WIMP DISPATCHER. Big cheer. WhOOOOOOOOHHH!
AVENGING ANGEL ANGELINA ANGRYFISTS. Very . Big cheer YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH
PUMMELIN PIGTAILS PAMELA PUNCH . Big cheer YEEEEEAAAHHHHH
LETHAL LEGS LILLY Big cheer. WhOOOOOOOOHHH!
KILLER KITTY KAT KER POW THE CRUEL. A mix of cheers and semi-boos.
AND the BONE BREAKING BITCH BIANCA BICEPS. Big cheer. WhOOOOOOOOHHH!
This lineup of ladies forms a two-row wall that so fully blocks the exit that nobody will be going in or out under their watch.
It looks like VAGINAL VENGEANCE VIKKI VICTORY would like a volunteer …. For a demonstration? What? No volunteers? You want MUSCLEDEATH MOLLY THE MANGLER AND THE BIRTHDAY GIRL TO CHOOOOOSE?
MUSCLEDEATH MOLLY THE MANGLER walks along the line-up of terrified male dancers, choosing a volunteer. She was about to make a selection, when a man she had just walked past suddenly ran out and dived between the legs of the many muscle girls guarding the exit. He had nearly made it through the first pair of legs, crawling, when one of those legs, which actually belongs to MESS HIM UP MANDY came down hard on his back, trapping him there and ending his run. This allowed VAGINAL VENGEANCE VIKKI VICTORY to grab him by his hair, pull him onto his knees, pull his face up to her crotch, flick her skirt over his head, scream “LICK, WIMP. LICK LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT” He reacted instantly with dedicated all-the-way-in tonguemanship.
Now MESS HIM UP MANDY started leaning her mighty leg against the back of his head, pressing it ever deeper into Vicki’s vengeful vagina as he kept licking and tongueing harder and harder, until finally his whole head went in, where it was to stay, for as long as she can get enjoyment out of it, which is always about half an hour longer than the male can possibly survive in there . Looks like VAGINAL VENGEANCE VIKKI VICTORY is already having intense multiple orgams. His flailing arms became a bit of a nuisance though, so PUMMELIN PIGTAILS PAMELA PUNCH had to break them, and tie them together.
The birthdaygirl Krissi has chosen a “volunteer” out of the line-up, a chap she really didn’t like the look of. “Get rid of him first” she pointed with her eye lashes. She thought: “The best way of stopping anyone further from trying to escape will be to make this scumbag kiss the ass of MUSCLEDEATH MOLLY THE MANGLER”, a brilliant idea, “until the ass defeats him.” The scumbag is first prepped by LIGHTS OUT LINDA, who punches him so hard in the chest that five ribs snap like breadsticks, sending him to his knees. Big cheer. WhoOOOOOOOOHHH!
Then JENNY JAWBREAKER blows a kiss at him, pulls her underwear all the way off her long, long legs, leaving her panties-less! , tears the underwear into a fascinating new shape, then wraps it all the way around the back of the head of the wimp and around the back of the large crotch area of MUSCLEDEATH MOLLY THE MANGLER. She then tightens it, so that the amount of air between the face and the ass is soon reduced to zero. Contact is made. Squish goes the nose, as pressure builds on the rest of his face. And as the kneeling wimp is given the chance to deliver a thousand kisses, like he really means it, if he ever wants to walk again, and he has started kissing, just then SQUISH! MUSCLEDEATH MOLLY THE MANGLER HAS MOVED HER BUTT-MUSCLES, COMPLETELY CRUSHING THE HEAD OF THIS SCUMBAG BETWEEN HER ASS CHEEKS TO DRIPPING MULCH.
A collective gasp of shock from the birthday party girls is soon tamed by Suffer My Ass Stacy StudSquasher explaining that “by the way, I have done my research, and these scumbags have earned their lesson here tonight, through mistreating way more women than can be forgiven.” which is instantly believed and accepted by all (the girls).
Both she and aunt “Wet and Windy Undies” Wendy the Wicked WimpWrecker quietly select volunteers out of the line-up to spend the rest of their pathetic lives kissing their deadly asses, while several of the birthday party girls find the nerve to go and touch up the crotch areas of the men they fancied most.
AND NOW THAT the introductions are over, let’s play a GAME. WHOOOOO! Big cheer.
Now girls. Let’s see how many of these worthless male strippers you can catch, take down and put a cream-pie in the face of before the music stops. The target is five. Each one you catch is volunteering to be in the next game. In groups of 2, you need to make sure that your selected target ends up on his back, with a cream-pie in his face and two girls sitting on top of him. Are you ready to play? YEEEAAAAHHHH!!!!!
The music “All the things I wanna do to you” starts and before long, most of the girls have already jumped onto a male, pinned him and subdued his head underneath them. They are now ready for their creampies.
Oops, it looks like this one will regret having run into the enormous WANDA THE WIMP DISPATCHER …. If he lives to. It looks like she and AVENGING ANGEL ANGELINA ANGRYFISTS will have to teach him about looking where he’s going. AVENGING ANGEL ANGELINA ANGRYFISTS reaches out and grabs the stumbling fool, then WANDA THE WIMP DISPATCHER pulls his head in between her legs and presses her two legs together, tighter and tighter, until his head explodes like a grape. Hah, funny. Life’s full of surprises. I bet he wishes he hadn’t turned up for work today.
Meanwhile “Wet and Windy Undies” Wendy the Wicked WimpWrecker is thoroughly enjoying rubbing her creamy white ass from side to side on her chosen male’s face and Krissi’s BIG sister Suffer My Ass Stacy StudSquasher is laughing with joy as she bumps up and down with intensity on the face she had chosen out of the line-up as her seat for these games.
Before long, all 6 pairings have successfully captured, felled, pinned, creampied and sat on the face and chest of one of the strippers, thus volunteering these helpless wimps to be in the next game.
Well done girls! Very big cheer. Aunt “Wet and Windy Undies Wendy the Wicked WimpWrecker” starts, pausing to release a long airy fart into her suffering victim’s face underneath “Now girls. For our next game we are going to blindfold our male volunteers. They are each going to have to find their way through a gauntlet of playful girls to these chairs at the corner of the room.
The birthday party girls all pull off their undies and put them over the head, face and eyes of the creampie covered male volunteers.
But we don’t want the other males to fall into the temptation of shouting too much help in this game, so I have asked a few of my close friends to come and “look after” the other males during this game. Please welcome …
A THOUSAND MEN HAVE FALLEN PREY TO THEIR ENORMOUS ASSES, none have survived to talk about it:
IiiiiiIIIIIIIIIT’s THE THOUSAND TON TERRIBLE TRIPLETS TORI, TANYA AND TATYANA, INDIVIDUALLY KNOWN AS THE SKIRT OF SORCERY, THE SHIPWRECK SIREN AND NO SURVIVORS STACY THE STEAMROLLER SOFASSON. ALONG WITH …. THE CUTE KISSER CRUSHER KELLY CARNAGE, MOUNT MOLLY MELONS, , PRETTY PAULINE PANCAKES, HEAVY HIPS HEATHER, LETHAL LIPSTICK LOLA LARD, EVIL EVELYN THE EXECUTRIX, AND THE FACESITTING FAIRY FIFI FACE FART. Six of the strippers break her fall, or was it an accident? Probably not. That’ll hurt in the morning guys. Actually that makes quite a cosy seat for her to stay on. These ladies are so heavy that nobody even attempts to cross them. They lie where the big girls point and prepare to kiss ass as it descends down on them, coming to rest full-weight on their faces.
My goodness me. Look what’s in store for them. These ladies must weight on average three times more than their victims. I bet once those colossal butts come down on you, you will be quite aware of it, whispers Krissi’s friend to her.
AND LAST BT NOT LEAST THE ASS IN YOUR FACE AVALANCHE AMAZON AMANDAS ATKINS. To make sure the other males do not help their blindfolded colleagues too much, all these very large ladies take a seat on the faces of the shocked male morons. One by one they settle down on an upturned Chippendale face, sitting comfortably on their cushion boys, rubbing their creamy white asses all over their comfy new face seats.
Under these heavies, none of the spare males will make a sound or waste a breathe on anything other than what they should be: kissing some big’ass, while slowly passing out, AGAIN AND AGAIN.
The blindfolded are up and ready to go: They are made to walk as ones in different directions .
When the music starts, six blind mice stagger carefully around the room. What these blind mice don’t realise is that these chairs are now in use, behind walls and walls of impenetrable muscle. They won’t be found. But it won’t make much of a difference, as the six buffoons first walk into birthday girl No Mercy Krissi and her eleven girliest friends, who giggle as they knee these six wimps painfully, and repeatedly in the groin.
The knees keep on flying in, leaving all six in agony, only to receive yet more knees to the groin, so much so that Krissi christens her friends: Naughty Knees Nora the Nutcracker, the Gloria the Gorgeous Gonad Grinder, Relentless Reetta, Bianca Ballbuster, Evil Evilena the Executrix, CastratrixCassandra, BadAss Buffy Ballbuster, Million Kicks Millie, Lethal Lipstick Lola, and Claws of Death Claudia. One of the hapless males loses his entire blindfold from one of these hard kicks, which makes him a rule-breaker for having no blindfold, so MUSCLEDEATH MOLLY THE MANGLER and ANGELINA ANGRY FISTS are sent over to take care of him. In a series of punches, taking turns, his teeth and bits of face go in all directions. Well, rules are rules, and breakers be broken.
The pain of having their balls grinded in the girls clenched hands (who could not resist the urge to finish them off) leaves the volunteers knocked out and de-balled. The girls cheer, giggle and high-five each other.
Hm, it seems none of the males have made it to their goals, says Wet and Windy Undies” Wendy the Wicked WimpWrecker, thoroughly enjoying unifying her creamy white ass with the many times passed out inhabitant. She pauses to release a big brown wet fart onto him, then wiggles from side to side on her chosen male’s face to spread its juices in good and well. And well done girls! Big cheer. WhOOOOOOOOHHH! YOU ARE NOW WORTHY OF YOUR NEW NICKNAMES AND OF MANY A BALLBUSTING JOB ON THE CURCUIT, BELIEVE ME, MY CONTACTS CAN KEEP YOU BUSY BUSTING BALLS FOR A LIVING FOR A LONG TIME .
A group of maintenance men in dirty engineers overalls casually push two large booths into position in the middle of the dance hall. The booths are hidden behind individual red curtains.
Now for the next game, the dunking booth, we will need 2 more volunteers.
The maintenance men stride away, clapping the dust off their hands. They are captured in mid stride (to a big cheer. WhOOOOOOOOHHH!) and taken behind the curtains by PUMMELIN PIGTAILS PAMELA PUNCH , LETHAL LEGS LILLY, KILLER KITTY KAT KER POW THE CRUEL and the BONE BREAKING BITCH BIANCA BICEPS.
To make sure the other males wait their turn, I will keep them under the big fat heavy girl’s butts. I have allowed them all to swap wimps, and have arranged for YET MORE TONNAGE to go on their faces IN THE FORM OF WEIGHT BELTS.
The curtain is opened, revealing the maintenance men now thoroughly tied into seats that are dangling precariously. Next to them are basketballs and very large plate targets. Under them is a pit full of deadly musclebabes, waiting for their prey to fall into the pit of doom.
Now let’s allow the birthday girl the chance to go first. …
C’mon Krrrrrrrrrrissi! big cheer. WhOOOOOOOOHHH
The curtain rises. We see that two of the meatheads have already been strapped to a chair, in a booth, dangling precariously over the pit of musclebabes.
She picks up a beanbag, aims it at the large target just inches away, and puts it down again.
What’s the matter? Asks aunty, leaning forward in puzzlement (which makes her ass even more heavy and the man under her go oof!).
But then, Krissi picks up the (much heavier and easier to aim) basketball, and from a distance of about half a meter from the huge target she shoots,
She scores!
The target moves in, thus making the chair fold in and the man sitting on it fall to his doom.
YEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! She and many jump for joy. Crash goes the chair the man falls into the pit and within seconds 20 of the deadliest girlfists in the world START PUNCHING HIS FACE INTO OBLIVION, SLAMMING THEIR FISTS HARD INTO THE RAPIDLY BREAKING FACE. They turn his head into a non-recognisable misshapen ball of redness – with all his skin and much of him now stuck to the walls or the various fists.
and Krissi’s BIG sister Suffer My Ass Stacy StudSquasher is laughing with joy as she jumps up and down with joy and intensity on the now bruised, reddened and stretched face she had chosen out of the line-up as her seat for these games.
Who else wants a go? All: me, me me …
Soon the same is repeated with each of the girls from the birthday party getting turns to throw the ball, and each time another captive plunges into the pit of deadly ladies:
First BadAss Buffy Ballbuster
She shoots,
She scores,
The target moves in, thus making the chair fold in again and another man fall to his doom.
YEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! Many jump for joy. Another male is face punched into oblivion.
And again …
Crash goes the chair … yet another man falls into the pit and within seconds 20 of the deadliest girlfists in the world turn his head into goo – with all his teeth and his nose stuck to the walls or the various fists.
And again … now Million Kicks Millie
She shoots,
She scores,
The target moves in, thus making the chair fold in again and another wimp falls to his doom. Mr stripper’s face turns into a gory mess in seconds, as they pound away at it.
YEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! Crash goes the chair …. As 20 of the deadliest girlfists in the world turn yet more male strippers into a gory mess, as they pound away at it.
Now who wants another go? All: me, me me …
And now Evil Evelin has a go and again …
She shoots,
She scores,
The target moves in, thus making the chair fold in again and another sobbing moron falls to his doom. Mr stripper’s face turns into a gory mess in seconds, as they pound away at it. That was fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!
“Well, girls, let’s give the last remaining wimps a little incentive, shall we? Each one is brought back to life, cleaned off a little, pulled to his feet by the musclebabes. A mug is carefully placed on each one’s head. If they can take just three kicks to their balls without the mug breaking, they are free to go home right away. But if they fail …. They must forfeit their balls.
Now for our final game of the evening : AAAAAAHHHHHH the collective sigh of all the girls we ask all the meatheads who currently have a huge ass resting on their face to please rise ready to play this last game.
The Birthday Girl aims for man’s nuts. She shoots, she scores! WHAM! Krissi’s KNEE GOES DEEP INTO HIS BALLS, CAUSING A RUPTURE. AAAAHHRGHHH! The mug falls off and breaks. Alll cheer and celebrate the girl and how good she has done. So the Musclebabes move in and crush all that’s left of his balls to paste in their palms. Rules are rules. Fun for all!
More mugs to go on more heads. All are lined up and ready. Now keep completely still, and remember what happened to your colleagues over there.
So does another, Cassandra the Castratrix has a go. WHAM! That was quite a knee to the balls. The mug falls off and breaks. Alll cheer and celebrate the girl and how good she has done.
Meanwhile another of the Musclebabes moves in to crush what’s left of his balls to mush in the womanly palms of her mighty hands.
Then a whole row of girl aims for man’s nuts (Naughty Knees Nora the Nutcracker, the Gloria the Gorgeous Gonad Grinder, Relentless Reetta, Bianca Ballbuster, Evil Evilena the Executrix, CastratrixCassandra, BadAss Buffy Ballbuster, Million Kicks Millie, Lethal Lipstick Lola, and Claws of Death Claudia). She shoots, she scores! WHAM! MANY A KNEE GOES DEEP INTO HIS BALLS, CAUSING RUPTURES AND CRUSHAGES. The Musclebabes move in to crush what’s left of this line up of balls in their hands.
The next girl aims for a man’s face. KEPOW! SUCH A HARD PUNCH THAT THE JAW CRACKS. The mug falls off and breaks, so does another stripperman. Again, the Musclebabes crush his balls in their hands.
So does PUNCH! Mug goes smash. Another of the Musclebabes crush his balls in her hands.
One survives a face slap from the youngest and lightest.
Then one of the musclebabes steps up to take care of him. POW! SHE HITS HIM SO HARD HIS NOSE GOES FLYING ACROSS THE HALL. The mug is still on his head through, the youngest returns and delivers the hardest of knees to the groin in the history of the world. The mug falls. 4 Musclebabes step in to crush his balls in their overlapping clasped palms.
So the last few left are done in by the musclebabes themselves. K.O.s are achieved. Teeth go flying. Noses g flying. Lips are shattered. Entire faces are turned inside out.
All cheer. YEEEAAHHHH!!!! Well done, girls, you won! And what fun we had!
WELL DONE GIRLS! IT LOOKS LIKE YOU BEAT EACH ONE OF THESE MUSCLEHUNKS, on your very first try. WWWHHOOOOOO!!!!! Huge cheer. And tough luck, boys. It looks like you ALL lost your balls, no winners among you today.
One of Krissi’s friends steps forward. Million Kicks Millie: I’m from the TV company and I have news for you, having just recently had a successful femmerevolution at the tv company head office thanks to THE MUSCLEBABES: You all have starring roles in our great new TV show that starts next week Friday, FemJusticeCourt.
On Friday afternoon:
We are midway through the tv show, a kind of femdom evolution of people’s court. The guests are stepping onto the stage in 60 second intervals, each with a man they have nominated for a bruising.
“I caught him in my house going through my panties” Did you call the police? Asks the show’s host, our beloved birthday girl from the other night “I said I caught him” she points at a booth hidden behind a red curtain. The curtain opens to reveal currently struggling under the combined weight of 3 BBWs: THE THOUSAND TON TERRIBLE TRIPLETS TORI, TANYA AND TATYANA, INDIVIDUALLY KNOWN AS THE SKIRT OF SORCERY, THE SHIPWRECK SIREN AND NO SURVIVORS STACY THE STEAMROLLER SOFASSON… …. And … (I guess we’re not going to be hearing his side of the story) her creamy white ass on his face, so now I am going to ”
“I saw him looking at my six year old girl” the accused is struggling unable to speak underneath THE CUTE KISSER CRUSHER KELLY CARNAGE, MOUNT MOLLY MELONS, and PRETTY PAULINE PANCAKES, her creamy white ass on his face…. So now he is going to lose his balls forever, as I will squeeze them in my little motherly hands.
“he forgot our anniversary” her creamy white ass on his face “NOW HE’LL HAVE TO EAT MY SHIT FOR A WEEK”
“He called me ugly” says a gorgeous cute little blonde girl, (probably lying out of jealously that he had went on to dating other girls after her) “he also said he wasn’t seeing anyone else, but look at him now” and points at a red curtain that lifts to reveal the football team captain, currently struggling under the combined weight of 4 BBWs: HEAVY HIPS HEATHER, LETHAL LIPSTICK LOLA LARD, EVIL EVELYN THE EXECUTRIX, AND THE FACESITTING FAIRY FIFI FACE FART … …. And … “so I am going to wreck his face”
A very very large woman who can barely walk comes in: “He said I am lardy and over weight” and points at a red curtain that lifts to reveal a member of the school chess team wimpy male with ….’s her creamy white ass on his face “so I am going to take his final breath myself while 8 other BBWs stand on his chest.
her creamy white ass on his face
“so and points at another member of the now severely depleted football team “so
“He wanted to leave me for a younger woman” …
and points at another member of the football team
And now we move on to the bad manners section of the show. To the audience: Folks you could learn something about manners here, so pay close attention please.
“Let’s just say they all deserve to be here”
It was our first date and he wouldn’t pay
He didn’t hold the door open for me
He didn’t take my suitcase or my hand as I came off the train
There was a puddle and he didn’t go lie in it
The Aftermath of Femmevolution (2014)
It happened very quickly:
On the 11th May 2014, several groups of hunters come under attack by bow and arrow, at the same time, in various countries. A rain of arrows descended from the trees above. The deer (and bunnies) escaped their pursuers safely; the hunters are pinned to the ground by arrows that have gone through their clothing. The once fearful small brigades of testosterone-fuelled hunters find themselves on their backs, looking up at the gorgeous eye-lashy whites in the eyes of the beautiful girl militias. One high-heeled foot of these cruel vixens emerges between the legs of the pinned, followed by a mischievous smile and then a good-night kiss accompanied by a heart felt kick to the nuts.
12th May: The world reacted in a polarized way: Males around the world, including world leaders react with disdain, minded to destroy these female militia groups, while females around the world unite in support of the bunnies, the deer, the elephants, all things furry and in support of the militias who have appeared to act as their protectors. This was the final straw: The male dominated governments of the world had failed to revive the economy; and most rapes never resulted in a criminal conviction. Enough was enough. Secret meetings are convened all over the world by both sides.
13th May (the day of the Femmevolution): An unforeseen chain of events results in decisive surges by well-prepared, girl groups – all the world’s major armies are overturned. By the end of the day, all significant military might in the world is now in the hands of females alone. Most males who had been active in politics or the military are ‘captured’ until their fate has been determined.
14th and 15th May 2014: Laws are passed world-wide, barring males from political office, barring males from owning land or company shares, barring males from voting (while empowering the females) and, in all countries, bringing in new court systems, in which the word of a male is automatically annulled if a female states otherwise: In the new court system, every accusation a female makes against a male results within 2 seconds of the trial commencing in a final judgement in favour of the female and in instant physical punishment for the male. It is now assumed that women are always right, and that whatever she says is what happened (she also determines how many kicks to the balls he should have and how else he should be punished further).
Skipping forward to 8pm on the 4th August 2015 (chosen at random):
The National Theatre is performing the interactive play ‘How We Kicked Them Out’ for the 105th time. The show is sold out. It has been so popular that three performances per day (in all major cities of the world) have been necessary for many months now. In every performance of the show, the chauvinist men start out guarding some female prisoners (anti hunt militia), and the walls are slowly moving together, threatening to crush the girls in the cells. Then through a series of clever tricks, distractions and sexual seductions, the girls manage to overpower some of the guards and to seize the central controls to all the cell walls and to all the male’s fancy guns. With the guns neutralized, it is only a matter of time until all the males have been overpowered in painfully hardhitting hand to fist and hand to high-heeled leg combat and pinned to the ground by the unstoppable rising cute and fierce girls. The entire all-girl audience piles up on the last of the males, ensuring their defeat and then having some fun with shoving some freshly girl-slit wiped tissues in their pinned-down and forced to open mouths.
Outside the theatre, yet another peaceful all-male demo is raging, opposed to who cares what. Thousands of girls who had been passing by or in the theatre come gushing toward the column of males, quickly snatching each one up and taking them all away. The laws permit any female who witnesses such a demo to take one of the males, administer punishment and keep and do whatever she wishes with him for 2 months, before he becomes the property of one of the local sororities who run all the businesses and establishments. He might end up in the theatre show, being repeatedly defeated (three times a day) by the re-enactments of the Femmevolution, or he might become a manwhore in one of the many brothel establishments run by these sororities.
Back in July 2014 the last of the male police units who ever tried to intervene in opposition to total female dominance met a similar fate as the girl raids took it down.
23rd April 2015:
We visit one of these establishments at random . It is a kind of brothel: Clients first spend 20 minutes punching the living daylights out of a male wimp while sitting on his chest, just to stamp their authority over them and to ensure obedience. A great deal of damage is done to the face of the wimp in this stage, and it is not unusual for an average wimp to have more than 30 bookings a day, each booking consisting of a female or a group of females demanding total sexual satisfaction. Then the remaining 40 minutes (plus often more, as clients are not to be sent away displeased ) are either spent in some form of violent sex, some form of violent face-rubbing, or some form of violence of another form.
If a male should fail to completely please a client, or generate any form of complaint, he is immediately sent to the ‘torture dungeon’ to be taught through a series of bone-shattering strikes from a muscle diva never to stop short of doing everything a woman client may want. Some clients like to jump up and down on a male’s face; others like to act out their fantasies of defeating several male ninjas in battle at once, others like to make one wimp lick her out while another suffers beneath her, a paper plate full of her poo pressed into his face that is also being sat on full-weight by the girl, as she screams orgasms from the tongue in her vagina.
Let’s now continue the tour of this fine establishment: In addition to the above chambers of pleasure and pain there is also a restaurant, in which the menu also includes a number of happy endings for the client, from the tongue service by a handsome meat head while you dine option to the ‘all you can smother’ buffet of expendable useless small-penis wimps.
There is also the library: Each girl has chosen a book or magazine to read, and now selects a ”seat ”, planting her cotton briefs covered rear on the upturned face of a ‘servant’ to receive extra pleasure while she reads.
Now on to the movie theatre, where “free refills” means a fresh new wimp’s face replaces the old one every time your current seat passes out or expires under your scrumptious goddessly ass.
Now upstairs we go to the hospital, where injured girls are given injured boys to play with as they get better and healed, while the boys just get battered and squeal.
Also upstairs is the school, where most of the classes are actually practice sessions on how to defeat and damage males, with girls getting LOTS of practice every day, while the boys get to ‘volunteer’ to be the attacker or target. Also in the school, when the girls sit down to do their exercises and their reading and writing, the boys will only ever either see a girl’s ass sitting on his face or see the girls fresh poo while she sits on the paper plate, pressing it into his face. All male teachers, caretakers and principals are also used in the above ways by the girls, by their mothers and by the female teachers, all day long. “If you continually kiss my ass while I sit on you all day long, and do it well, then maybe I will not smash your balls today, if you are lucky” a parent sets an example for the pupils to follow - she has chosen a male teacher for this. He will not need to worry about talking any more. He will be doing nothing else for months to come, other than kissing butt until he passes out.
If you look around the area around this establishment, you see further similar schools and establishments a plenty. You also see homes (each one inhabited by a kind of dominatrix), offices (also run using a principal of beatings, facesittings and severe punishments for the males at all times), factories (also run using these principles), utility buildings, cafes, brothels (also run using these principles and using male wimps who are there to be used and punched continually day and night without rest, regardless of injury), barber shops (in which each seat contains an upturned male face to pleasure the clients), etcetera.
Every day in each waste management or recycling plant, fun is had by all: The newspapers are full of happy victorious pictures of gorgeous women, including on both covers, so the entire newspaper has a sexy female feel to it. Lorries full of collected newspapers arrive at the entrance bays of the newspaper recycling plants. Lines of men wait to have all these newly arrived papers shoved into their clothes, under their necks and into their underpants. So many are stuffed in that the highly aroused lines of men have a real struggle on their hands to walk, pain-steakingly toward the drop-off area. They never make it there, as those who do not fall prey to avalanches of piles of newspapers falling unexpectably onto them from above and completely burying them under tons of soft sexy pleasure are mown over by a gentle push from teasing girl staff who know that sucvh a fully loaded male can not get up again. And then they awaken, buried in large numbers in a pit of comfort and sexy newspaper on their skin feelings, only to realise that they are now under the floor of the theatre. Pushing down up above are the many girls in the theatre enjoying another good takedown and takeover.
In all the toilets of these buildings, males are positioned in such a way that each drop of golden girly shower and each delightful plop of fresh female turd is guaranteed to fall right onto an upturned wimp’s face, some of whom will then be forced to eat and drink all such treacles and muck cakes until nothing is left of them, which can be quite a challenge in busy buildings with up to a thousand visits per cubicle per day. But if you fall behind, you will be punished hard.
There are trains and buses, in which the upturned male face is in-built into the seat and will pass out if your stop does not come up before this can happen
When elections are held, they only serve to determine how easily males can be used up and killed, as opposed to other forms of punishment that do not diminish their numbers so quickly.
When sports are played, there is always a lot of hurt dished out: The most popular teams sport , TackleBall, consists only of one team of females tackling and then continually and severely beating the male team (regardless of which team is in possession of the ball at the start of the play). Points scored through touch-downs are multiplied by factors that are determined by the degree of carnage after each play. The overall table is only decided by margins of win. 407 to 0 is the average final score here. And then there’s some other sports that are very popular, such as
8th October 2014 in the big stadium:
Xena Warrior Princess and Wonder Woman stand in the ring, high fiving each other after having just taken down 10 male opponents and left each one KO’d, with a broken nose and with severe bleeding in the crotch area. The referee raises the victors’ hands in triumph, as Xena Warrior Princess and Wonder Woman place one foot each on the chest of a defeated opponent. Each defeated opponent is then pulled into the seating areas, and disappears under the sitting bottoms of a large number of enthusiastic female spectators. Many of these have a girl’s cotton briefs clad bottom on his face when he awakens, others will have the same, but with a layer of fresh girl poo and a paper plate in between the face and the bottom.
Next up is a rodeo game, in which men are made to run across a confined space, with no hope of achieving anything other than being caught in a rope being skilfully swung by a cowgirl who then flips him over and hog-ties his arms and legs together. Then, still wheeling from this, the gorgeous cheer leaders (now tackle ball stars) Trixie and Lucy come out wearing big soft girly pink large padded boxing gloves. A few seconds later, each male’s face has been turned inside out.
He lies KO, covered in a mess of red lava that was once his face; she has her hand raised in victory while placing a foot upon his chest. The crowd cheers in appreciation and in praise. Then, just when it seems to be all over for the hapless small-penis expendables, a mother emerges with her 4 young daughters, and under her guidance the girls learn how to drive mallets, meat tenderizers, cheese graters, rolling pins and garlic presses all over their rapidly breaking bodies.
Then in the next match 4 colossal BBWs, Mistress AMEN von Squash (aka the Ass that Mangles and Eats Men), MegaButt Megan, Steamroller Stacey, and Manhunt Mount Mandy make short work of turning 4 scrawny wimpy opponents into minced meat, then flattening them like pancakes under their wonderful bodies. What made these c olossal BBWs particularly amazing was the way they entered the ring still wearing their opponents from last week upside down with the faces buried in their asses as they walked. When they dropped them in the middle of the ring, it became very clear that these ladies have spent the ENTIRE week from beginning to end sitting on their faces uninterrupted, with even the week’s worth of feces having hardened and stayed in their pale and drained faces.
This week, the colossal 4’s first 4 opponents are completely wrecked, their rib cages broken and flattened like a grape as a matter of showcasing their incredible strengths, weight and capabilities. The second 4 wimps are beaten and pinned, but not completely broken, because their defeated bodies, like many others that night, are then traditionally donated to the sororities and the establishments so that as many women as possible may get pleasure from them (This same exact fate also befalls most of the other wimps used as male opponents that night, all easily beaten by the likes of Megagirl, Mount Molly, Gigantica, Doomsady Dora, Pancakes Patty, Kiss My Ass Candy, No Survivors Natasha, Bianca the BallBuster, Maureen The ManSquasher, Two-ton Tori, Lethal Lisa, Mount Assmore, Colossal Coleen, Warship Wendy and Avalance Amy). Yes, a lot of defeated males will be dragged away as the night goes on to be put to good uses.
Having seen the fate of the previous 4, their next opponents try to run away, only to run into all kinds of deadly BBWs (such as Two-ton Tori, Lethal Lisa, Mount Assmore, Colossal Coleen, Warship Wendy and Mount Molly) or a keen to grab a hold of them and take them down crowd of girls, wherever they may try to run to. The next 4 are lead out to face the colossal 4. Having seen the fate of the previous 12, these 4 fall to their knees and surrender, begging for mercy. What they end up getting instead is a hand full of hair face slamming introduction to a BBW’s butt, followed by ropes and material going around attaching them to the big butts. A dramatic drop to the ground (with male faces cushioning the landing) leads to the final three count of the evening. All males in the building who have not been in the ring are also jumped on and captured. And the colossal 4 leave, as they always do, wearing 4 males, one face buried in each victorious BBW’s ass.
Back on the 7th May 2014 the first such night of action saw the debut of many of these unbeatable large ladies in the first of many nights of no male triumphs and no female setbacks This particular date deserves a special mention also because some very, very nasty men who really mistreated, abused and deceived women prior to this were suddenly put into their rightful place, under a woman. One of them went into his match with Colossal Coleen with a 13 wins and no losses record. He was about to get a world title shot, but this never happened, because not only did Colossal Coleen beat him, but with her and Mount Molly sitting on him, no less than 268 other women came down to record a 1-2-3 count, leaving him with a 13 to 268 win loss record, several broken bones and no chance of a title shot (or any form of release from the sororities and later from the establishments) – Justice is served and everybody lives happily ever after.
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The fans were nearly out of control when the announcer finally got things started.
“First up! Making her way to the ring, the current sexfight champion! The one hundred and sixty pound walking mountain of pure, barely-legal muscle, Amber the bodybuilding teen!”
Amber skipped to the ring, blowing kisses (and making more suggestive gestures to some) as she went. She was dressed in casual clothes of a short tank top and cutoff jeans, showing off her carved body. Her abs glistened with oil and sweat in her midriff.
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