StrongGal’s revenge

The guards cries for mercy and pathetic whimpering were only frustrating her more. After what he’d done to her he deserved justice and she deserved to enjoy it. StrongGal twisted her foot, grinding the mans balls into his pelvis. He squealed in pain as she felt his soft flesh between her toes.

“How do you like that? Maybe I’ll just neuter you now, get it over with. Answer my question. Did you cum in my mouth? Or were you one of the ones joking about putting a baby in me?” She withdrew her foot for a moment to allow him to catch his breath.

“I.. I came in your mouth.” He gasped each word and cradled his crotch. “Ahhhghh” he screamed as StrongGal delivered a crushing stomp to his groin, squishing his hands in the process.

“What’s the matter? You don’t like when I play with your dick and balls? Take of your fucking armor.” He complied slowly, removing the bent metal and carbon finer plating. “Let’s see how fucked up your balls are now.” StrongGal picked up the helmet he had discarded and crushed it between her hands like paper. “If you’re not careful I’ll do the same to you.” He moved quickly despite his injuries removing his pants and jacket and boots. He slid his underwear off gingerly and StrongGal pouted seeing that his balls were only a little red.

“Please, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t kill me.”

“Killing you would be against my code. I haven’t decided on castration yet though. On your knees bitch boy.” He complied, dropping to his knees in front of StrongGal. His head was the perfect height to stare directly at the smooth outline of her coochie. He couldn’t help but admire the way the latex hinted at the puffy lips.

“Disgusting, salivating over me like this even while your life is in my hands. Are you getting hard? Put that thing away!” She smacked the top of her foot against his drooping balls with a loud *pap* and he keeled over, howling in pain. “Shut the fuck up!” StrongGal straddled his face, her thighs pressing against his ears. “If you don’t convince me your worth something, I’ll pop your head like a melon.” As if to demonstrate StrongGal flexed her thighs and the muscular flesh began to compress the mans skull. He cried out, the blood rushing through his ears as he felt his skull straining under the pressure. She relaxed her thighs and the pressure relented.

“Please, please I’ll do anything.”

“That’s the idea.” Strong Gal stood and slipped out of her new suit. “No point in ruining this.” The guard was too scared to move as he watched her peel off the suit to reveal her shredded body. She stood over the man’s chest and dropped once again to her knees, pinning his arms under her shins. He felt the heat emanating from her coochie, he could smell the sweat and a faint sweetness. The pain in his arms faded as his hands went numb. StrongGal hovered over him for a moment, watching as fear and a hint of something else flashed across his face.

“Don’t you dare enjoy this. I still haven’t decided if you make it through today.” She said frustrated. She dropped down, planting her puffy lips directly over his nose and mouth. Her thighs bulged, pressing against his head and locking him in place. She could feel the soft cartilage of his nose crinkle as she rocked her hips, crushing his face into her womanhood. She lilted her head back as she allowed herself a moment to enjoy the feeling. Her nerves were as sensitive as anyone else but her threshhold for pain and intense durability sometimes required a little extra force to be applied for her to really feel it. She could feel the man begin to shift beneath her, attempting to breathe from under her crushing weight.

“Having trouble breathing? Keep wriggling little worm, I need to know you want it. You’re going to have to work for every breath.” She sighed as she started to grind her hips, using the bone and tissue of his face to massage her clit and the sensitive insides of her pussy lips. Her victim was kicking now, attempting to free himself from the smothering mass of muscle that was currently suffocating and crushing him. A wave of pleasure rode through her as she felt him struggle. As he started to grunt and groan she felt the vibration of his voice tickle her tight little bundle of nerves. She felt his movements slow just as she was starting to get into it. She knelt forward and he gasped for air, coughing as he did so.

“I’m going to sit back down now and I’m not sitting back up until I finish. I don’t give a shit if you suffocate, it’s better than you deserve.” Before he finished coughing StrongGal dropped back down and began grinding against his face. She felt a warm pressure against her and realized he had stuck out his tongue.

“Look at that, you do have some survival instincts.” She grabbed his hair as she undulated back and forth. The feeling of power and the pressure and warmth between her legs was intoxicating. She closed her eyes and pressed harder until she could feel his skull strain between her legs.

“What a way to go, face deep in a super heroes pussy. Most men would kill to be in your position.” She let out a soft moan as she felt her pleasure build. His tongue fought to keep contact with her clit as she ground back and forth across his face. The precum made it easier to drag herself against him and she let out a deep groan as she got close. She could feel him starting to struggle again, his breath running out. This spurned her on even more and she continued her pace as he started to kick and his body convulsed trying to find an angle where he could breathe.

“Hold fucking still!” StrongGal squeezed her thighs tighter against his head and the feeling of almost crushing his skull sent her over the edge. She cried out and her body shook as the orgasm wracked her insides. She doused the mans face with her cum and she squeezed him before releasing and falling back a bit. He hacked and coughed between her legs as StrongGal recovered, her juices still splattering across his face in spurts and dribbles.

“Not bad G-man. I almost crushed you.” StrongGal rolled off of him and gathered herself. She looked down at her victim as he sputtered on the ground. His face was red and covered in her orgasm. He was breathing normally but seemingly slow to recover. To her frustration she looked down and saw the tentpole in his pants.

“What the fuck? You enjoyed that?” She kicked him in the ribs lightly. “What the fuck is wrong with you. You little bitch, you like getting crushed while I grind on your face? What do I have to do to make you suffer?”

He didn’t reply out of fear. He wiped his face but didn’t get to his feet, his body was a mess of bruises and broken bones.

StrongGal felt humiliated and couldn’t bear the sight of him.

“What’s your name bitch boy?”

“James.” He wheezed.

“Well James, you better hope I don’t see you in the next training session.”

Strong Gal stormed out, carrying her costume in her arms, not even bothered by her nakedness as she picked her way over the bodies of her other training dummies. James watched her muscular back and bouncy ass walk away.