[reaper0002000]

Heh heh heh
[evil laugh]

Oops.
Sorry — seems to have rubbed off from Es…
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[reaper0002000]

…Epilogue cont'd…

“Hi” he says timidly, unsure. Because just her little finger is stronger than both his arms – a fact that Es has repeatedly demonstrated – he is completely subject to her every whim. Any opposition, any resistance to her is violently and viciously crushed.

Like the time Es sadistically told him the sky was red, and he had protested that it was blue. Titanic muscles rippling, the Korean musclegirl proceeded to effortlessly dislocate every joint in his left arm as he screamed in agony, futilely trying to stop her. Starting with every finger joint in his hand, Es viciously ripped out his wrist, his elbow, and then as her mercilessly strong fingers tore off his shoulder, he sobbed, “The sky is red.” Es grinned in dominance, and expertly put back his joints, making him scream even more. Then she raped him, fucking and grinding with such brutal physical vigor that she battered him into merciful unconsciousness even as she restrained herself from wantonly fucking him to death.

The very next day, the outrageously muscled Korean asked him what color the sky was, and he immediately replied “Red.” Angrily, she looked at him like he was stupid, and he paled as her huge Asian muscles bulged ominously. Es seized him in a grip that would have bent steel, and then tore out every joint in his other arm as he shrieked “Why?” The sadistic Korean musclefreak straddled him and stared inches away from his face, black eyes burning maliciously into him, her hulking physique overwhelming him with its sheer presence, until he was literally quivering in terror. “Because your reality is whatever I say it is,” she said with an evil smile, “that’s how totally dominant I am over you.” And her horniness taking over, Es again raped him with such ferocity that she almost ripped and crushed him to pieces with the sheer power of her fucking!

To say that he’s whipped would be a complete understatement of his home situation; her dominance of him is so ingrained that she does dictate his entire reality. At work, no one can tell that their chief executive doesn’t lift a finger because he actually cannot at times, his “neurodegenerative disease” forcing him to use a wheelchair when his illness is particularly bad. Little do they realize that beneath the immaculately and carefully crafted full sleeves and gloves (a cleanliness thing, of course), he is covering the often horrific bruises and extensive markings of a man ravaged and controlled by a malignant condition. A condition that could end his life at any second, but somehow does not. A condition that is still sufficiently “contagious” that many have died fighting it, while many others are still attacked and completely overpowered with ludicrous ease. A condition named Esther that these others discover, to their horror, still kills viciously with effortlessly dismembering abandon, leaving nothing but gristle and pulverized gore behind as she literally fucks her victims to shreds .

At his greeting, Es glances up at him and runs her hands back through her wet hair, making unreal bulges and striations dance all over her impossibly muscular, bare-chested Korean body. His jaw drops at the sight, and she smirks at how even when he’s nervous (or downright terrified), he can’t help but stare at her topless body.

Es is beyond human comparison. A grotesquely muscular beauty. Every muscle is unimaginably developed. Her masculine pecs would shame two Mr. Olympias at once. Even unflexed, her biceps are coiled into stunning boulders, the size of each arm larger than her head. Her winglike lats are flared into enormous vaults of stubbly Asian armpit. Her abs are jagged even stretched. And right now, after her workout, run, and pleasuring herself for an hour in the shower, Es is seriously pumped. Pumped up HUGE. Pumped up HARD. Pumped up HORNY!

Her monstrous, chiseled Korean body is mindblowing; he can’t believe his eyes. Just when he thought she couldn’t stuff more muscle into her 5’ 6” frame, she adds what looks like pounds and inches of shredded, hardened, vein-covered beef into every already hulking body part – in one single workout. Es turns to face him directly, and when he sees the hungry look on her face, he starts to tremble with fear. His brain finally registers the unmistakably potent, unearthly scent of her arousal filling the room.

His eyes travel down her bull neck, past traps the size of his thighs, onto colossal Korean female pecs that have the thickness of phonebooks. Angry blue veins cover the surface of hulking separations, as he finally finds what he looks for, almost lost on the monstrous continents of fully developed pectoral muscle: her light-colored, areolas with no fat or breast tissue around them whatsoever, forced to point straight down by the sheer mass of her hulking pecs. He starts to whimper at what he sees – Es’ small nipples are fully erect, engorged and aroused, harder than steel.

His eyes dart down the thick jagged cobblestones of her resting, deeply chiseled six pack and follows the sexy line of hair from her navel that thickens erotically before disappearing beneath the towel, confirming his worst fears. It’s soaked at her bulging crotch, dripping with her aroused wetness. He looks up in absolute horror at Es’ beautiful Asian face, and the evil smile of carnal hunger glinting in her huge teeth, gums bared. The sadistic smile of The Monster! Es is so turned on that she could fuck a jackhammer at full throttle to pieces — and still hunt for more! His knees give way in utter terror, and he starts to fall before the Korean girlgod of muscularity.

Es raises her arms, spreading her enormous lats apart. While most bodybuilders are described as having lats like cobra hoods, Es is at another level altogether: her lats are like the wings unfolding of a gigantic airborne predator. A pterodactyl would be envious of her wings! She seems to fill the entire room with gigantic back and massive chest. Coils her arms and huge biceps erupt like sky-embracing mountains. Her abs tense into hellish bricks of pure steel and the towel falls away from narrow hips, pushed aside by the mighty sexual gorilla between her legs, the uncontrollable beast of her hairy Korean groin! Es doesn’t have just a pussy – she has a fully maned, magnificently muscled LION! And it’s about to EAT… eat him!

“Say it again, “she intones huskily, as he flails wildly, trying to fend her off.  He is shocked by the feel of the silky, feminine skin, and protruding veins and hardened sinew of the overly hypertrophied muscle beneath. He futilely searches for a place to grasp on Es’ matchless body. Each and every muscle is so large and hard he can’t even get a decent grip anywhere except right at her wrists and elbow joints. He knows that  holding Esther’s wrists would be completely pointless – her strength is so vast that she wouldn’t even notice that he’d try and contain her. And her elbows would be suicide for his fingers, for she with a simple flex, her peaked bicep and forearm muscle bellies would ensnare and pulp his fingers between them.

Es laughs at his puny efforts to struggle against her, and guides his middle between her massive sculpted legs, feeding his fully clothed groin to her hairy, muscular nightmare of a sex. “Say my name. The name of your god.” Her mighty Korean slit actually grasps him and inexorably pulls more and more of him in, compressing him with frightening strength as it continues to swallow more and more of him. When most of his own groin is engulfed by her monstrous organ, Es flexes her cunt with power that causes him to gasp, and increases the ungodly constriction until he starts screaming in agony. “Scream the name of your god, bitch!” she roars, making him shriek “Esther!” over and over until his voice gives.

…End Epilogue…

[Lupus14]

I enjoy your descriptions and writing style but I don't like the character. I can't believe what a cowardly masochist wimp this guy is, allowing this lunatic bitch to torture him like that. He knows that he is dealing with an insane serial killer that has murdered hundreds (?) of people in the most gruesome fashion, and yet he does nothing. A happy End would be in my eyes when she comes out of the shower and looks into the barrel of a 44 Magnum. Before she could say a peep, her head would be perforated with some high-velocity , explosive-tip bullets. Every creature has a sense of self-preservation and will fight for it's own survival. And yet this guy allows this bitch to tear off his limbs. Any normal person (any creature!) would fight for it's survival. What makes him think that she will not kill him one day?

Sorry for my rant. I just don't like her.

[reaper0002000]

Appreciate the compliment! Y'know, I'm kinda glad you don't LIKE the character. She's a little morally challenged, I think.

He doesn't know she won't kill him… and that's the nature of the fascination. No one would venture that this is a …normal… relationship; in every sense that Es is a twisted narcissistic sadist, he is an equally twisted, spineless, masochist. That's why it "works".

As to the notion every creature has a sense of self-preservation, I humbly disagree: that statement is of only limited truth. Nature is replete with self-destructive sex and violence — look at the mating cycle of the praying mantis, for example. Even in higher-order creatures, say, humanity, there are scores of battered spouses who are still "in love" with their abuser. Sadly, sometimes all the way to their death. Now obviously, this is a work of fantasy, and in no way would this writer ever condone the depravity found here… nor would any reader, I suspect.

I actually considered The Monster's Demise as a worthy end to the series, but testing it proved problematic. Suspension of disbelief, so necessary to the effect of the fantasy, tends to fail when the antihero falls to reality. So as a result, you would never get the drop on Es… and a .44 Magnum would be reduced to a crumpled, mangled scrap with your pulped hand in her grip, while the explosive bullets turn to merely stimulating playthings when fed to the snarling crush of her cunt…

Hmmm.
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[stmercy2020]

Sadly, the only thing which would realistically account for Es's demise would be police action.  And I have difficulty seeing that as the sort of story that anyone really wants to read when they open up one of these stories.  Sorry, Lupus, but the Monster series really is about the horrible, twisted way that Es demeans and destroys her prey.  Note that the way she is described is simultaneously stimulating and disturbing.  She is not sexy in any feminine way- rather, her sex appeal is a direct result of her power and psychopathic use of same.  Clearly these stories won't appeal to everyone.  Still, I love the way they're told as much as I find the characters in them terribly, terribly disturbed.  In fact, I think that's part of what makes these stories so interesting-despite the physical inferiority everyone and everything experiences in the presence of Esther, you feel a sort of emotional and moral superiority when compared to Es, as she is obviously deficient in those areas.

[reaper0002000]

What StMercy said. (Not to diminish Lupus — you certainly have  valid opinions in your rant)

And my "Hmmm". signoff in the previous post was missing an edited portion when I cut and paste my reply. I MEANT to sign off:

Hmmm. Maybe I'll write a sequel.
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Hey, anyone else unable to edit their posts or topics?

[fm07]

Man, what a story. I just saw it and read it from start to finish. Great writing reaper, even though I'm not into domination/humiliation, it still doesn't take away from the detailed, rich descriptions and emotion.

Now if you could be talked into writing about a good girl =)

Still though, again, taking nothing away from the story. Great stuff.

[stmercy2020]

Hey, anyone else unable to edit their posts or topics?

Yup.  The loss of the 'Modify' button has been brought to Lingster's attention, but he may have gotten busy with real life and not been able to deal with it, yet.  Check the Feedback thread…

Now if you could be talked into writing about a good girl =)

He'd put the rest of us out of business.  😉

[reaper0002000]

Out of business?
Yea right…!

While I'm humbly gratified by the sentiment, I think that there are so many terrific writers in this forum that I'm honored to simply be a member of this club. Even our two most recent additions — Mimi and StMercy — are top notch. Hell, if the talent here were a sports team, we'd be a con-ten-duh…

(and I'd be the duh)

Best wishes,
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[Lupus14]

Appreciate the compliment! Y'know, I'm kinda glad you don't LIKE the character. She's a little morally challenged, I think.

He doesn't know she won't kill him… and that's the nature of the fascination. No one would venture that this is a …normal… relationship; in every sense that Es is a twisted narcissistic sadist, he is an equally twisted, spineless, masochist. That's why it "works".

As to the notion every creature has a sense of self-preservation, I humbly disagree: that statement is of only limited truth. Nature is replete with self-destructive sex and violence — look at the mating cycle of the praying mantis, for example. Even in higher-order creatures, say, humanity, there are scores of battered spouses who are still "in love" with their abuser. Sadly, sometimes all the way to their death. Now obviously, this is a work of fantasy, and in no way would this writer ever condone the depravity found here… nor would any reader, I suspect.

I actually considered The Monster's Demise as a worthy end to the series, but testing it proved problematic. Suspension of disbelief, so necessary to the effect of the fantasy, tends to fail when the antihero falls to reality. So as a result, you would never get the drop on Es… and a .44 Magnum would be reduced to a crumpled, mangled scrap with your pulped hand in her grip, while the explosive bullets turn to merely stimulating playthings when fed to the snarling crush of her cunt…

Hmmm.
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I see where you are coming from and what you mean. Now that you mention it, that is another thing that made me so sick – her narcism.
I don't think your comparison with the insect world holds. A praying mantas at least tries to escape (so do the male spiders) and they are fully aware of the danger they are in. They just need to do "it" for the sake of the species. But this guy gets tortured and humiliated and does nothing. The more I think of it – he really deserves to die. I also doubt that some 44 slugs in her head would have no effect. She may have superhuman strength, but unless you have an iron skull, there is no way you will stop a magnum. And if you catch her on surprise – anything is possible. It would be even more satisfying if she were killed by some fat slob still living with his mother. That would be so humiliating for her.

I still like your stories and your style. Especially your descriptions of her body. But it's like in the movies when the end turns out other than you expected and you go home disappointed that the bad guy survived.
I just hope your new character "Mercy" is not going to be another blond version of "Es". I did enjoy the beginning of that story and liked how you made her so shy. Being harmful because you don't know your own strength is something completely different than being a murderous sadist.
And please don't take my "rants" personal. I just find it better to address the subject direct and not pussy-foot around. I like stories that seem somewhat "logic" if they play in the "real world" or are related to historic events (for example).
And thanks for finding the time to answer me.

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