Xenia stood before the men on their knees smiling at them. The rain had gone from a slight mist to a steady rain with occasional streaks of lightning followed by distant thunder.
“We don’t have much time to play before I need to attend to the SWAT team’s arrival. How would you all like-“
“Please! Let us go! We can give you money! Lots of it! All of us are extremely wealthy!” A man in his mid-fifties at the end of the row yelled out interrupting Xenia.
She glared at him with a scowl that none of the other hostages were envious of to receive, and the man who had spoken out of turn gulped and went quiet as she silently walked over to him.
She stood with her hands on her hips with a persistent scowl, “I don’t want money. I want power.”
The man sighed a sigh of relief and smiled up at her from his knees, “Power? Money is power! I can teach you. I would be grateful at the opportunity to teach you what power comes from immense amounts of money.”
Her scowl finally faded as a smirk appeared on her face, “Okay. Teach me.”
She snapped her fingers and pointed at the ground before her feet. The man scurried to position as commanded and looked up at her, “A wise decision. Money is power.”
Xenia then jumped forward wrapping her legs around the man’s neck as her feet dangled against his back and her strong thighs began to put pressure around his neck.
She played with his hair as he fell backwards onto the ground from the entire weight of her on his shoulders. Xenia laughed and yanked on his hair forcing him to look up at her, “Teach me! Teach me the power of money. Teach me how it is going to save you from my powerful thighs crushing your skull.”
She then pushed his head further into her thighs until her thighs encompassed his head instead of just his neck. She began to pulse her thighs together moaning in pleasure from the pressure applied to her pelvis and pussy.
“I just love having a man between my thighs. There is no better feeling.” She looked to the other hostages and smiled, “Especially when it ends with a bang!”
She began to scream and moan as she squeezed her thighs together with all of her force. Without the use of ki, Xenia’s legs were still more than capable of crushing a human skull. Her thighs inched closer together as the man’s skull began to warp under the pressure. Her legs were now close enough for her to cross her ankles and squeeze with all of her might.
She laughed and looked down at him, “Where is your power now?! Teach me! Show me!”
She then squeezed with all of her might, and his skull collapsed and exploded like a watermelon as brain, blood, and fractured bits of cranium went flying from the force of her thighs clamping down against his skull and cranial contents.
Brain and blood now covered the floor even flying onto some of the hostages. Xenia’s legs were also now covered in blood which she reveled in even taking a finger full of brain soup and licking it off her finger.
The remaining hostages looked on with disgust and horror. She had just killed a man easily with her thighs, and now she was enjoying the taste of her kill. She had made it quite clear how sadistic she truly was.
She stood up allowing the majority of the mess between her legs to fall or drip to the floor with gravity as she addressed the men, “I don’t want money. I want power. I want obedience.” She then pointed to another man, “You!”
She snapped her fingers again and pointed in front of her, “Now!”
The man scurried over to her and instead of looking up, bowed his head at her feet. She smiled down at him, “Good boy. I am in a foul mood now, and I need someone to cheer me up.” She motioned to her thighs and her boots, “Clean it up.”
The man looked up at her and then to her legs, “May I fetch a towel from the restroom? Or perhaps some paper towels at the very least?”
Xenia laughed, “No no no. You may not.” She grabbed his chin with her hand and firmly held his face forcing him to look up at her, “You may use your mouth, and you may kiss this mess up starting with my boots.”
The man was horrified as he looked down at her boots to see blood and brain; however, he didn’t want his blood and brain to be next on her boots. He knelt down on all fours and began to kiss her boot from to toe to heel.
Each of his kisses made contact with blood, brain, and even small shards of bone as he slowly moved along her black shiny boots. He began to inch up her boots moving towards her knee. As he moved up closer to her thighs, the amount of blood and brain increased disgusting him further.
The entire while, Xenia had her hands on her hips looking down at him and smiling. That is until the man started to choke and cough from the cleaning. Her smile turned to a scowl, and she moved her hand from her hip as a 9mm pistol with a silencer appeared in her hand.
She stuffed the long, black silencer into his mouth, “You need practice it seems. Suck on this barrel. Give it a blowjob for me. And you had better suppress that gag reflex of yours. If I’m not impressed then I am going to pull this trigger.”
She laughed maniacally, “I’ll be the judge of how talented a man you are at giving blowjobs. I’ve given thousands. I am more than qualified. Don’t disappoint me.”
The man awkwardly began to suck the silencer and barrel of the pistol slowly moving his head back and forth. After just five seconds, the last thing he heard was a ‘click’ as she cocked the pistol and then immediately fired it.
His head exploded outwards from the back spraying the men behind him with copious amounts of blood and brain matter.
Xenia shook her head, “The worst form I have ever seen. It’s as if he’s never sucked a cock before.”
The men looked at her with blank stares of horror as she surveyed them with a smile deciding who to choose next.
“You.” She pointed to a man in his mid-twenties, “You look like someone who can suck a cock. Impress me, and I may just let you go.”
She then snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground in front of her. The young man was blonde with an attractive and youthful appearance.
Without further instruction, the young man took the initiative immediately inserting the barrel into his mouth and bobbing his head back and forth on it even wrapping his lips around the barrel with proper form. The barrel was warm from the previous discharge, he could taste the soot, and he could taste the blood.
Xenia watched him and bit her lip moaning with him as he sucked on the pistol. She allowed him to continue for several minutes enjoying him pleasuring her weapon for her until she finally said, “You might be too good at this. Do you know what happens when you suck a cock too good? It might just explode in your face.”
She cocked the trigger back and moaned as she prepared to pull the trigger to blow his face off; however, just as she was about to pull the trigger, a massive 6’6” man in a tailored suit rushed in and yelled, “Master Vand!”
Xenia looked down and thought, “Vand?”
She turned around to face the gigantic man who had just entered and smiled at him, “Come to die?”
The man growled as he began to gather ki around his body with a small, thin yellow glowing layer of energy forming along the contours of his body.
Xenia laughed and scoffed at the man, “Is that the extent of your ki? What good is a bodyguard who can’t even summon enough energy to kill little ole’ me?”
The man pounded his fists together and smiled at her, “I am also a 6th degree black belt. My training allows me to withstand standard firearm bullets, a skill I call Iron Hide.”
He then flexed his body, and an audible noise could be heard as his muscles bulged and hardened, “I need no guns to kill you. I have enough ki to kill you. Lady or not, prepare to die.”
Xenia sarcastically put her hand up to her chest, “A 6th degree black belt ki user with Iron Hide? My my my. I am shaking in my boots.”
She dropped the pistol allowing it to fall towards the ground but disappearing before making contact. She then turned back to the young man still kneeling behind her, “Don’t move. I’ll be back to finish with you momentarily.”
She then whipped her head around to the bodyguard, “It’s been so long since I’ve fought a 6th degree black belt. Do me a favor and remind me how weak you all are!”
Xenia stood before the men on their knees smiling at them. The rain had gone from a slight mist to a steady rain with occasional streaks of lightning followed by distant thunder.
“We don’t have much time to play before I need to attend to the SWAT team’s arrival. How would you all like-“
“Please! Let us go! We can give you money! Lots of it! All of us are extremely wealthy!” A man in his mid-fifties at the end of the row yelled out interrupting Xenia.
She glared at him with a scowl that none of the other hostages were envious of to receive, and the man who had spoken out of turn gulped and went quiet as she silently walked over to him.
She stood with her hands on her hips with a persistent scowl, “I don’t want money. I want power.”
The man sighed a sigh of relief and smiled up at her from his knees, “Power? Money is power! I can teach you. I would be grateful at the opportunity to teach you what power comes from immense amounts of money.”
Her scowl finally faded as a smirk appeared on her face, “Okay. Teach me.”
She snapped her fingers and pointed at the ground before her feet. The man scurried to position as commanded and looked up at her, “A wise decision. Money is power.”
Xenia then jumped forward wrapping her legs around the man’s neck as her feet dangled against his back and her strong thighs began to put pressure around his neck.
She played with his hair as he fell backwards onto the ground from the entire weight of her on his shoulders. Xenia laughed and yanked on his hair forcing him to look up at her, “Teach me! Teach me the power of money. Teach me how it is going to save you from my powerful thighs crushing your skull.”
She then pushed his head further into her thighs until her thighs encompassed his head instead of just his neck. She began to pulse her thighs together moaning in pleasure from the pressure applied to her pelvis and pussy.
“I just love having a man between my thighs. There is no better feeling.” She looked to the other hostages and smiled, “Especially when it ends with a bang!”
She began to scream and moan as she squeezed her thighs together with all of her force. Without the use of ki, Xenia’s legs were still more than capable of crushing a human skull. Her thighs inched closer together as the man’s skull began to warp under the pressure. Her legs were now close enough for her to cross her ankles and squeeze with all of her might.
She laughed and looked down at him, “Where is your power now?! Teach me! Show me!”
She then squeezed with all of her might, and his skull collapsed and exploded like a watermelon as brain, blood, and fractured bits of cranium went flying from the force of her thighs clamping down against his skull and cranial contents.
Brain and blood now covered the floor even flying onto some of the hostages. Xenia’s legs were also now covered in blood which she reveled in even taking a finger full of brain soup and licking it off her finger.
The remaining hostages looked on with disgust and horror. She had just killed a man easily with her thighs, and now she was enjoying the taste of her kill. She had made it quite clear how sadistic she truly was.
She stood up allowing the majority of the mess between her legs to fall or drip to the floor with gravity as she addressed the men, “I don’t want money. I want power. I want obedience.” She then pointed to another man, “You!”
She snapped her fingers again and pointed in front of her, “Now!”
The man scurried over to her and instead of looking up, bowed his head at her feet. She smiled down at him, “Good boy. I am in a foul mood now, and I need someone to cheer me up.” She motioned to her thighs and her boots, “Clean it up.”
The man looked up at her and then to her legs, “May I fetch a towel from the restroom? Or perhaps some paper towels at the very least?”
Xenia laughed, “No no no. You may not.” She grabbed his chin with her hand and firmly held his face forcing him to look up at her, “You may use your mouth, and you may kiss this mess up starting with my boots.”
The man was horrified as he looked down at her boots to see blood and brain; however, he didn’t want his blood and brain to be next on her boots. He knelt down on all fours and began to kiss her boot from to toe to heel.
Each of his kisses made contact with blood, brain, and even small shards of bone as he slowly moved along her black shiny boots. He began to inch up her boots moving towards her knee. As he moved up closer to her thighs, the amount of blood and brain increased disgusting him further.
The entire while, Xenia had her hands on her hips looking down at him and smiling. That is until the man started to choke and cough from the cleaning. Her smile turned to a scowl, and she moved her hand from her hip as a 9mm pistol with a silencer appeared in her hand.
She stuffed the long, black silencer into his mouth, “You need practice it seems. Suck on this barrel. Give it a blowjob for me. And you had better suppress that gag reflex of yours. If I’m not impressed then I am going to pull this trigger.”
She laughed maniacally, “I’ll be the judge of how talented a man you are at giving blowjobs. I’ve given thousands. I am more than qualified. Don’t disappoint me.”
The man awkwardly began to suck the silencer and barrel of the pistol slowly moving his head back and forth. After just five seconds, the last thing he heard was a ‘click’ as she cocked the pistol and then immediately fired it.
His head exploded outwards from the back spraying the men behind him with copious amounts of blood and brain matter.
Xenia shook her head, “The worst form I have ever seen. It’s as if he’s never sucked a cock before.”
The men looked at her with blank stares of horror as she surveyed them with a smile deciding who to choose next.
“You.” She pointed to a man in his mid-twenties, “You look like someone who can suck a cock. Impress me, and I may just let you go.”
She then snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground in front of her. The young man was blonde with an attractive and youthful appearance.
Without further instruction, the young man took the initiative immediately inserting the barrel into his mouth and bobbing his head back and forth on it even wrapping his lips around the barrel with proper form. The barrel was warm from the previous discharge, he could taste the soot, and he could taste the blood.
Xenia watched him and bit her lip moaning with him as he sucked on the pistol. She allowed him to continue for several minutes enjoying him pleasuring her weapon for her until she finally said, “You might be too good at this. Do you know what happens when you suck a cock too good? It might just explode in your face.”
She cocked the trigger back and moaned as she prepared to pull the trigger to blow his face off; however, just as she was about to pull the trigger, a massive 6’6” man in a tailored suit rushed in and yelled, “Master Vand!”
Xenia looked down and thought, “Vand?”
She turned around to face the gigantic man who had just entered and smiled at him, “Come to die?”
The man growled as he began to gather ki around his body with a small, thin yellow glowing layer of energy forming along the contours of his body.
Xenia laughed and scoffed at the man, “Is that the extent of your ki? What good is a bodyguard who can’t even summon enough energy to kill little ole’ me?”
The man pounded his fists together and smiled at her, “I am also a 6th degree black belt. My training allows me to withstand standard firearm bullets, a skill I call Iron Hide.”
He then flexed his body, and an audible noise could be heard as his muscles bulged and hardened, “I need no guns to kill you. I have enough ki to kill you. Lady or not, prepare to die.”
Xenia sarcastically put her hand up to her chest, “A 6th degree black belt ki user with Iron Hide? My my my. I am shaking in my boots.”
She dropped the pistol allowing it to fall towards the ground but disappearing before making contact. She then turned back to the young man still kneeling behind her, “Don’t move. I’ll be back to finish with you momentarily.”
She then whipped her head around to the bodyguard, “It’s been so long since I’ve fought a 6th degree black belt. Do me a favor and remind me how weak you all are!”
