Helene 2
By Kata
The thunder-thighed enforcer is back again for a more personal mission.


There's people in this world who's mere presence can fill a room. Something
about them just occupies space. Helene is one such person.

Standing only 5'3, her confidence gave her the aura of someone twice her
height. She strode into the room, her long dirty blonde hair flowing behind
her, her icy blue eyes fixed on her target. He was 6'3 and built like a tank
but it meant nothing to her as she got right up close to him and stared up
into his eyes. Anyone with a brain could see she was angry, but the man, Sam,
cracked a smile. Her fist hit him in the solar plexus so hard and fast that it
barely registered initially. But with no air suddenly entering his lungs, his
face turned red and he collapsed to his knees. Now he was looking up at
Helene, the tables turned. She wore a dark grey trouser suit. The blazer was
cut in a way that flattered her body, the shirt she wore underneath was also
quite form-fitting. The trousers were wide-legged and flowing. She currently
wore no shoes and her toes barely peaked out from under the trousers. With one
hand, she forced Sam's head downwards and lifted her left leg up. She
straddled the back of Sam's head before slamming her leg down into the side of
his skull. Sam's body jolted from the impact of her 30" thigh. Now she began
to apply pressure, without even crossing her feet, she just tensed her
colossal legs, allowing the quads to pump up, squeezing the side of Sam's
head. He groaned in pain from the forces being applied, his hands reaching to
the back of Helene's clamped legs and trying to pull them apart. If he could
even move them a fraction, he felt it would be some relief. But there was no
give in the smooth iron muscles. With his jaw grinding, being popped open by
the pressure, Sam let out a yell of agony. Helene smiled to herself and opened
her huge legs, allowing him to crash to the floor. "What the fuck ... " He
spluttered as his eyes followed Helene. She moved around like tigress,
stalking her prey. In her eyes, he was already dead.

Sam looked to get back to his feet, He'd gotten himself to his knees and
planted the palm of his hand on the desk. Helene watched and then walked over
before he could get all the way up and punched the back of his hand. As his
body automatically responded, he involuntarily lifted his hand from the desk,
which caused him to fall back into a seated position. Helene ducked down and
grabbed his ankles, tipping backwards. Releasing his right leg, she lifted his
left and straightened it out. She then stood to the outside of his body, and
wrapped her right leg around his left, making sure the back of her knee was
bent but pressing firmly against his kneecap. Holding his ankle tightly
against her right hip so he couldn't escape, she very slowly rose from her
slightly squatted position. Her 30" quads powered upwards drawing her knee
back against his. Soon there was a popping sound as his joint began to
collapse, his ACL and MCL tearing apart from the force. Sam screamed as Helene
rent the ligaments to shreds before carelessly dropping his leg.

Helene walked calmly around where Sam lay until she stood over his head, a
foot placed on each side. She delicately lifted her right foot, her bright red
nail varnished toes barely poking out of the flared trousers she wore. She
stroked it down Sam's cheek and gently across his lips. "Hey lover, would you
like to suck my toes." She taunted him, her voice dripping seductively. Sam
couldn't keep his head straight and him mouth involuntarily opened. Helene
pinched her trousers at the knee and gently raised her trouser leg. Slowly she
slid her foot into Sam's mouth, inch by inch. He hadn't noticed at the time,
but her foot was wider than expected and with a high instep, it filled his
mouth alarmingly quickly. Once she'd jammed her foot in as far as it would go
without causing damage, she took a deep breath and pulled her trouser leg up
further to reveal her huge 20" calf muscle. Fear filled Sam's eyes. "Are you
ready for this lover?" Sam was screaming, but it was muted by Helen's wide
foot. Slowly, she curled her toes down against his tongue, as if to grip it
and pull her foot deeper into his throat. She then straightened them, reaching
further back before pulling with her toes again. Now her heel was jacking his
jaw open wider. He grabbed at her ankle to try and force it back, but it was
useless. As a punishment, she pulled her toes upwards, her massive calf flared
out and her toenails scratched the roof of his mouth. She made sure to tear
the inside of his mouth up as she flexed them back down again. Now, as he
gagged on her foot, with only her heel outside, she begam to stretch her toes
apart, widening her foot more. Sam made horrific noises, but no-one would hear
him with a mouthful of foot. Helene rocked her weight forward a little driving
her toes deeper into his mouth until she was past his tonsils and scraping
against the back of his throat. Then, with a cruel smile on her face and her
icy blue eyes boring through his soul, she lifted her left foot from the
ground. Her entire weight was now driving through Sam's mouth as she sharply
twisted her hips. Her foot spun in his mouth and tore Sam's jaw to pieces.
Tendons ripped as bone and teeth shattered and blood sprayed across the floor.
Having completed a 180 spin, Helene slowly withdrew her blood-soaked foot from
his mouth and allowed it to drip over his face.

Sam had been groaning in agony for a few moments, his hands clutching at his
ruined mouth whilst Helene had paced around the office, leaving a trail of
one-sided footprints on the floor as she went. She stood behind the desk for a
moment and saw Sam's phone lying there. She tapped the screen and saw there
was an unread message from "Kat", the woman she suspected Sam had been
cheating with. She gave a sad little nod to herself and walked back around to
where Sam had now pulled himself up to a sitting position. She waved the phone
in his face, "This is why you're on the floor lover." She said in a cool,
matter-of-fact tone, tossing his phone to him. He tapped the phone and saw the
waiting message, but the phone wouldn't unlock with facial recognition
anymore. He shook his head wildly, as if to try and deny what Helene was
thinking, but he couldn't talk, his jaw wasn't functioning anymore. She
reached down and snatched the phone from him and tossed it across the office,
then she sat down in front of him, lifted her left leg and placed her foot
against his chest. With ease, she pushed him onto his back and then scooted
forward some more, hopping up to sit on his crotch. She then reached her left
leg out and playfully slapped her foot across Sam's face, then she brought it
back, this time the top of her foot connecting with his already shattered jaw.
She repeated it again and again, each time, Sam let out a little moan before
she stopped and instead gripped his nose between her toes, curling them
downwards so he was held tightly. He could still breathe through his mouth,
but the pain was incredible as Helene twisted her foot one way then the next
until she grew bored of it. She rolled her weight forward and stood up, still
holding his nose and, once she was on her feet, she lifted her right foot off
the ground so that her left foot now drove down into his face, the balls of
her foot were stood on where his upper teeth had been, now that section of his
mouth was being subjected to Helene's full weight and it wasn't holding up,
slowly collapsing under the pressure. She smiled as she heard tiny cracks
happening in his face. Suddenly, she hopped off.

Walking back around the desk, Helene took off her blazer and draped it over
the back of the chair, her broad shoulders and back pulled the fabric of her
fitted shirt tightly. Helene wasn't incredibly ripped, but she was clearly
powerful. She didn't need any specific training in how to fight, over the
years of being an enforcer, she'd figured out the best ways to hurt people
using her strength. She could develop insane amounts pressure and torque on a
victim's body just that power alone. She'd also discovered that she was a
sadist, causing pain turned her on, and she could feel that happening now. She
took a long slow breath to try and bring herself down a bit, getting too
aroused now would possibly end Sam's suffering too soon for her liking. Slowly
she moved back to where Sam had now managed to get up to his feet. Helene
smiled, and leaned back against the desk, watching the damaged human in front
of her with mild amusement, like a cat playing with its prey. Sam staggered,
swaying a little as he turned to see her. Helene knew it would take very
little effort to put him back on the ground if she so chose, but she was
enjoying seeing him rocking back and forth on one leg as he tried to figure
out his next move. He looked at the door, but he knew he couldn't get to it,
his left leg couldn't take any weight. Helene decided it was time to make her
move. She paced over to him and stood so close to him that that she could feel
the breath from his ruined mouth on the top of her head. She stepped her left
leg out and to the side of Sam's remaining good one ad then slowly coiled it
around, finally planting her toes on the ground on the inside of his foot. She
smiled up at him before moving her leg a little deeper in, allowing her foot
to come up and slide across the front of his shin. Now she started to
straighten her leg, pushing her foot down towards the floor. The sheer power
caused Sam's knee to buckle and, with no other leg to balance on, he fell to
his knees. Helene took his head in her hands and pressed it against her
crotch, taking in a deep breath as she did so, her arousal becoming harder to
control. She gave a little shudder of pleasure and her muscles flared. She
knew she couldn't hold herself back much longer. She pressed his face harder
against her and he moaned in pain as his already wrecked jaw was crushed
against her tightening body. Helene turned her back to him, her massive round
ass, firm and powerful now in full view. She straightened herself up fully,
"Watch this my lover." She said coolly. She took a deep inhalation and her
back began to expand. Her shirt, already stretched by her bulk, was now being
pulled apart, after a few seconds, the first pops could be heard as the
stitching gave way. At the top of her breath, she spread her arms wide. Sam
couldn't see, but he could hear buttons pop off across her breast. Then she
exhaled, slowly, trying to keep some control over herself. She rounded her
shoulders and brought her arms in front of herself. Her lats swelled to an
incredible size. Sam's eyes were wide with fear as Helene's pale skin began to
erupt from the fabric. It seemed like an endless ripping sound as the shirt
gave in to the increasing muscle mass of its owner, the centre of it shredding
down her spine until it was in half, only the collar, surviving around
Helene's neck kept the shirt in place. She turned back to Sam, ripping the
collar apart with her hand to allow the shirt to fall, revealing her naked
upper body, her breasts round and hardened in her arousal now. She was making
a purring sound, her lust mixing with the rage she had felt when she first
entered Sam's office. She stalked over to him and placed her hand on top of
his head, gripping it firmly she began to rotate her wrist, forcing his head
to move around. With sudden force, she pulled his head to her as at the same
time she thrust her pelvis forward slamming the two together, the impact made
her gasp with sexual energy, whilst Sam grunted in pain. She pushed his head
back again and continued to turn it until, SLAM! Again she rammed his head
into her groin. "You see lover, I could literally kill you with my pussy if I
chose to." She said seductively, the purring mixed with her usual voice. She
shifted his head around again, SLAM! And again, SLAM! One last time, this time
she went through a few more rotations, drawing out her own anticipation, SLAM!
This time she held him there, grinding him against her as she brought herself
pleasure. She tossed him aside before she got too close to orgasm, Helene had
no intention of finishing him with this. No, there was a more tortuous fate
awaiting Sam. Still in her trousers, Helene began to rub herself through her
clothing. The shudders that her arousal brought made her thighs flex. Her
quads involuntarily expanded, her claves flared outward. Helene let out a gasp
as she felt herself getting turned on. Another shudder sent waves through her
muscles, her legs pushed out against the fabric of her trousers. She slowly
moved herself over to where she'd thrown Sam. Standing over him, she began to
lower herself. Her thighs expanded further and her clothing hit its limit as
the seams started to give way. The sounds of stitches popping grew louder and
were replaced with ripping noises as her massive 30" quads expanded to their
full size. With her pale skin bulging through the tears in her trousers,
Helene reached for her belt and tore the buckle off. She flexed her abdominal
and pubic muscles, and the waist of the trousers exploded. She tightened her
glutes and her firm round backside began to swell before shredding its way out
of the fabric. She was heading into a frenzy as she rocketed back to a full
standing position and allowed the tattered clothing fall to the floor,
stepping out in just her black lace g-string. She stretched her arms above her
head, her hips swaying seductively as she let out a moan of pleasure. Slowly,
she opened her eyes and looked down at Sam. She felt her anger rise to mix
with her lust again and reached down, grabbing him by his belt and pulling him
up between her gargantuan thighs. She slammed her legs against his hips to
hold him in place. She couldn't cross her ankles beneath him, but that didn't
matter, she was more than strong enough to hold him in place. "It is time to
break you now, my lover." She said softly, an icier tone to her voice than
before. With him still trapped between her legs, she bent over and reached her
arms underneath his and hugged his back. She held him firmly, not crushing
him, but tight enough that he couldn't wriggle free. And then she began to
rise. Using her legs to keep his hips and lower body in place, she pulled his
upper body up with her, stretching his spine. Sam screeched inhumanly as he
realised what was happening. Helene kept rising upwards, her lats engaged and
flared out as she slowly continued to stand. Sam's eyes bulged and welled up,
tears streaming down his cheeks as his devastated jaw hung slack, anguished
howls emanating from it. His spine was being ripped apart, literally being
severed. Helene was breathing in short, angry bursts. Soft growls coming from
her throat as she tore her victim in half. The growling grew and mixed with
the horrific noises coming from Sam. Helene felt her pussy getting wet and she
shuddered again as she felt a wave building inside her. Her upper body had
reached a 45-degree angle, she was halfway to fully standing and she began to
tighten her arms around Sam's chest, adding extra pressure to his already
dangerous situation. She slid her heels closer together and then moved her
toes to join them. She did this twice more until her feet were almost
touching. She then began to straighten her legs more, there was a crunching
sound as Sam's pelvis started to break up. And then, having tightened her hold
upon him, Helene continued to, very slowly, very deliberately, rise up. There
was a new sound adding to the mix of Sam's cries and Helene's increasingly
loud growls, that of sinew and muscle being stretched beyond their capacity.
Helene's eyes closed, the intense mixture of animalistic lust and pure rage
driving her to new levels of power and violence. Sam, unable to form words,
looked up beggingly at her, but she was too lost in her own mind to even
register him. Her lats expanded as her arms grew tighter around Sam's chest.
Her thighs compacted his pelvis even further as she was able to inch her wide
feet closer together. The growling became more intense as she felt his spine
finally coming apart. Inside, she felt the wave of an oncoming orgasm hit its
peak. Her eyes burst open as she first let out a gasp of air and then it hit,
the wave came crashing down. Helene roared in a furious ecstasy, and she
rag-dolled Sam's upper body, rending his spine apart, each vertebrae popping
loudly as the orgasm ripped through her. Every muscle in her curvaceous
powerhouse body flexed as hard as she could. Her arms seemed to sink through
Sam's ribs, shattering them and sending the shards into his lungs. His
destroyed mouth coughing up a stream of blood. As wave after wave of orgasmic
rage flowed through her, her massive thighs ground his pelvis to dust, her
gyrating hips tearing apart any remaining ligaments in his lower back.
Gradually, the frenzy subsided. The once proud and powerful man was now just a
sack of shattered bones sloshing around in his blood. As Helene released him,
Sam's corpse hit the floor with a sickeningly wet thud. Helene took some deep
breaths before walking around the desk and sitting down. She reached out for
the phone and dialled a number. "Hey Harry, I'm gonna need a pick up and a
cleaning crew to Sam's office."