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The ruler of Outworld was a cruel woman. A half-Tarkatan clone of a princess named Kitana, Mileena was a monstrous woman who had been named as the sole heir of Outworld's previous ruler, the evil Shao Khan. An expeditionary force had been sent to Outworld from Earthrealm, and he'd been a part of it. The goal was only reconnaissance, but things had fallen apart. His friends had been mowed down, and he himself had been captured. Desperate, he'd tried to think of a way out of it, when he remembered the Outworld tradition of trial by Kombat. With nothing left to lose, he had challenged for his life. He was a fighter, after all, and he hoped he'd do better in a straight up battle than in an ambush.

That had gone according to plan. He hadn't even been surprised when Mileena chose her bodyguard, a Shokan named Sheeva, to fight him instead of herself. What had surprised him was the fight she chose. Rather than a straight-up battle, Empress Mileena had chosen a sexual one. The fight would be simple. If her bodyguard forced him to orgasm, he would be defeated, and executed then and there. If he managed to force her, he would be declared the victor, and allowed to return home. He didn't like the idea, but it was his only hope.

Shokan were huge creatures. Their dark skinned bodies had the look of rock or clay, too uneven to be humans, with four massive arms. In her own way, though, Sheeva was beautiful. The two faced each-other, nude, and he would have been a liar if he denied that he was aroused by the form of his foe.

Her yellow eyes narrowed. He may have been enjoying her body, but he got a suspicion the feeling may not have been mutual, since she wasted no time charging him. The ground shook as the seven foot woman attacked, all four arms outstretched. He tried to duck to the side, but her upper right hand reached out to grasp him. All his momentum stopped in an instant, and she pulled him back like a rubber band. His face pressed up to her chest, her two upper arms burying him against the bountiful but freakishly firm breasts. He gasped for breath between them, until he felt the lower pair of arms reach down and grasp his full balls. He only needed to wait a second before her hands confirmed his worst fears. The mighty shokan warrior began crushing his nuts in her huge, three-fingered hands. He screamed in agony against her breasts as she tortured him.

The agony made him wretch, but it didn't dull the fact that he was still face to face with beautiful round breasts, his cock rubbing against the powerful abdominal muscles of this woman. She continued to crush him a few seconds more, before she let go, and the agony began to fade from torment to horrific memory. The respite would do nothing to free him from the fleshy prison of her tits, but at least his mind was no longer clouded with the agony of her crushing his balls. And as the pain fell to the past, her fingers began to trail along his cock, teasing the shaft. Whether because of the emotion of the situation, the proximity to her breasts and pussy, or relief from his release, he was rapidly reaching his full arousal in the Shokan warrior's brutal hold. The denial of breath beginning to bring darkness in on the sides of his eyes, his mind raced for a way out of the flesh and bone prison that was Sheeva's body.

It turned out, he didn't need to think of one. At least as far as getting a breath went, she yanked his head from her tits. As he slumped against her, gasping for air against her shoulder, he felt her upper arms slam together across his shoulders. They crashed in, pulled, and he was lifted into the air. It was more of a throw and catch than a simple pull. She released his shoulders, tossed, and caught him a second later around the lower chest. The boulders of her arms compressing his ribs, as he rested his head against her shoulder. Still, with barely a second's interruption, her hands worked his cock. With only three fingers, and not dextrous ones at that, all his instincts told him that she should be horrifically unskilled. But she still manipulated him with unseen skill. Pleasuring him below, and punishing him above, her vice making his ribs creak from the compression.

From afar, it may have looked like a lover's embrace. But that idea would be thrown out by anyone capable of taking a couple steps closer, seeing the look of pain and fear on his face, and the sadistic smile on hers.

He knew he would have few chances to escape. His breath driven from him once again by her cruel crushing, he had to act now or never. His legs were dangling from the ground, and his arms bound by her hug. But he still had his head. He reared back, and slammed it forward, into hers. He knew it wouldn't hurt, not enough to let him escape yet, at least, the thick skulls and internal horns of the Shokan meant he likely felt this more than her. This was as much to surprise and confuse her as anything, and at that, it did its job perfectly. She let out a gasp, and when her mouth opened to do so, he struck with the speed of a cobra. He pressed his face to hers, adding a mockery of a kiss to the mockery of their embrace, and chomped on her tongue. Even the flesh of her skin was too hard for his weak bite to damage effectively, but the tongue was another thing entirely. The taste of blood filled his mouth, and her gasp became a scream.

He latched on like a pitbull, chewing on the muscular woman's tongue. Her arms fell from his back and cock, but he didn't fall, grabbing onto her and holding himself up, now, arms and legs wrapped around as he chewed on her tongue, teeth digging into muscled flesh. Her arms fell on him, striking blow after blow on his back. The pain only made him try to grit his teeth to take it, adding torture to the tongue trapped between them.

Yet he would still always have the same weakness, and after a few seconds, she seemed to remember. Muscles capable of lifting lions with ease sent her fists crashing into his crotch. Now he was the one screaming, and letting go of his opponent. Bolts of pain shot through every inch of his body from his groin, and he lay collapsed on the floor, grabbing his balls, trying to massage the pain out of his cock.

Bent over, head down, arms between his legs clutching his injured organ, he was in no place to stop whatever plans she had for him. He didn't even see it coming until two gargantuan arms clasped around his legs and yanked them out from under him. His hips fell to the ground with a thud, and he looked pitifully up at her. She seemed content to just stare him down mockingly.

He waited a few seconds, almost a full minute, for the pain to dull enough that he felt capable of moving under his own power once more. He pulled his arms back under him, his knees as well, until he had at least forced himself to a crawling position.

That must have been what she was waiting for. As soon as he was on his hands and knees, she was as well, kneeling beside him, facing down his back, his head near her hips, and her arms wrapped around his lower body. Two powerful arms yanked his legs open for her, pinning his calves to the ground with her entire body weight. One thick-fingered hand grabbed his balls, and massaged, squeezing only slightly, at a slow, pulsing rate. A second reached to his shaft, stroking it to its full hardness once more. His breathing came heavier, as she manhandled his cock and balls with the confidence of a woman as proud of her sexual experience as her Shokan heritage.

With one hard pull, he found himself upside down in her arms, staring down at her massive three-toed feet, held helpless in the air as once again massive muscles began to crush him. Her upper arms wrapped his belly in iron, sinews of muscle squeezing in. Her arms fighting his abdominal muscles and winning easily, shredding the powerful strands with her compression. Her lower set squeezed tighter on his chest, his ribs bending quickly in the shokan warrior's grasp. Her head bent low, and he felt a long, snakelike tongue wrap his cock and pull it into the confines of her mouth. The suction on his shaft tormented him with arousal, her arms with pain. The compression of his chest and stomach, combined with his awkward position, kept him from taking a deep enough breath to function. Each shallow gasp was driven out of him with crushing force by her arms, and his helplessness punctuated by her dripping mouth lapping at his cock.

His life depended on his ability to keep from cumming. But the muscular beast was intent on preventing it. His cock grew stiffer by the second for her oral administrations, while the crushing force of her four arms kept him helpless. His arms dangled below him, helpless to fight back. He squirmed in her arms, needing to do something before her skills drained the cum out of his balls. Taking the deepest breath the living vice he was trapped in would allow, he lashed out, raising his hand behind him as quick as he could, getting a handful of Shokan pussy and squeezing tight. She began to drip more of her juices against his grip, the muscles of her pussy churning even on the outside. The breath draining from his body, he gasped for air, and his lungs filled with the smell of her aroused cunt. He squeezed tighter, hard enough to bruise a normal woman. But Sheeva was like an Earthrealm tank, and only moaned erotically into his cock, stiffening it further in her mouth.

He knew he would need to get out of there if he wanted to win. Trying to resist was all well and good, but an awkwardly stretched groping would never beat a determined and skilled cocksucker, and his life was on the line. Using an ineffective strategy risked being brutalized by the beastly woman. Her pussy opened wide, he slipped his fingers in, pinching and teasing lightly. Her juices flowed out over his hand and wrist, her dripping cunt muscles flexing on the welcome intruder. So, he made himself less welcome. Grabbing at her inner walls, he dug his fingers in and tore at her wet silk lining. Once again, the firm defences of the Shokan proved ineffective when you got past the skin, and she groaned like every other woman would as he crushed her cuntflesh. Then he yanked, trying to rip her pussy out. Her pained groans became a scream, vibrating his cock in her throat, but enough to force her to drop him.

The pair of them fell to their hands and knees in a pile. She was quick to react, but he was quicker. He leaped on her back, pulling her over, and grasping onto her neck to choke her once more. The force of it rolled her onto her sides, as he pulled her neck to his forearm and squeezed. The flesh and muscle refusing to give way at first, but a second pull of her neck against his chest, and he had her gasping once again. His body meshed against hers, the ridges of her back ground on his swollen cock. His arms around her neck were clearly her top priority as her three-fingered hands tried to pull his arms from her, but they lacked the dexterity to free herself. Gasping against his constriction, she rolled forward again, on her hands and knees. As he'd hope, she freed both dripping pussy and puckered asshole for his cock.

He chose her pussy, his powerful shaft thrusting into the wet, dripping hole, he yanked her neck, driving saliva from her mouth with the force of his crushing arms. He battered his hips to the warrior woman's, his cock filling her cunt, until she suddenly squeezed, stopping him in his tracks. He gasped, her inner muscles were as skilled as her outer ones. Paralyzed by the shock of her pussy squeezing on his cock, she was able to grab his arm and pull it far enough from her neck to allow her to speak.

"D-did... You really... Nnngg... Think.... That was a... Good idea?" She taunted him, "My cunt will... Tear the cum from your balls... I hope the men I hear.... Ahhh... Say that my pussy is worth dying for... Are right... Because you will be."

Her hips started rolling back and forth, but her soaked pussy held him tight enough to stop him from escaping. The rolling kept him moving, but she didn't move even an inch off his shaft. Then, to his surprise, her pussy began to move. Her soaked walls squeezed in on him in long, slow pulls, like nothing he'd ever felt. He'd been in tight women, but ones capable of such internal dexterity? That was new, and he could do nothing but moan as he felt it for the first time.

"What's the matter... Surprised?"

He couldn't get an answer out. His arms fell slack at her sides as she continued to milk his shaft inside of her. There wasn't much of an answer to give in a situation like this. His life depended on his being able to handle this woman, and so far, he was scraping by with a bit of massaging, while she had sucked, jerked, and was now fucking the hell out of him. Desperation fell, and he grabbed her, trying to extract himself from her soaking, grasping hole. Her lips opened and closed around him, his gasps came heavier. He could feel the cum churning in his balls, eager to escape and fill the gorgeous woman in front of him with his seed. The ache from her past abuses was almost fully gone. Nearly gone, but not forgotten, and the abuse of her packed pussy on his shaft was almost painful, and every bit as forceful as her brutal beating of his balls had been. Her cunt was insisting on him giving up, surrendering his seed, and his cock twitched in pleasure as he fought the tide of orgasm. He had to pull out before she took him out, and with one last yank and the squelch of her juices, he did.

His shaft stood out before him as he withdrew, dripping the warrior woman's arousal and his own pre. She was tossing him around, sexually and physically, his few attempts at fighting back proving a futile effort beaten back in seconds. The pre dripping from his shaft was every bit as much a sign of weakness as the blood that she tore from more traditional opponents. Even just staring at the nude Shokan at this point had him tempted to bend over and spurt his cum on the ground. She was a vicious vision of sexual slaughter, her thighs seeming as soaked with his juices as hers. She rounded on him with the look of a lioness coming in for the kill.

She leaped forward, her arms reaching for his thighs. Instinctively, he caught her in the sprawl, forcing her head down and not allowing her to take him to the ground. But he did feel her warm, saliva-dripping mouth surround his cock. It seemed there was more than one way to skin a cat, and her suckling began once again. The suction around his cock making the cum churn in his balls. Two of her arms reached between his legs to massage his balls, making them fill faster with cum. His thick shaft twitched eagerly for her mouth, and she continued to moan around his rock-hard shaft. The second pair of arms reached around for his ass, rubbing his powerful ass cheeks, feeling him up, but more importantly, holding him still. Holding him trapped in her mouth. He needed to find a way to fight back against the four-armed sexual warrior.

The effort involved lying flat on her back, his head close to her ass. The scent of her hot, dripping pussy wafted up to his nostrils, he could almost taste the sweet juices between her legs. Even lying totally flat, his head pressed just to the small of her back. Her shoulders, muscles designed to operate four powerful arms, ground against his abs. His chest on the back of hers, he could feel the incredible force of the woman beneath him, swallowing his cock. It was tempting to feel dominant in this position, as his arms wrapped around her waist, pressing his forearms to her rock-hard core. His cock twitched, eager to release his pent-up arousal, held back only by the knowledge that doing so would lead to far worse than simply a disappointed lover. It would lead to his execution, likely at the hands - Or, more horrifically, mouth - Of the empress who still watched them from her throne. He took a deep breath, and reached into Sheeva's pussy, the skilled, warm walls reacted immediately to his presence. She tried to milk his fingers the same way she had milked his cock, in long rhythmic waves of dripping muscle. His fingers wouldn't budge, but that meant little when it came to stopping his fingers and their desperate dexterity. Each pinch and pull inside her got him a groan in reaction, each groan vibrating along his cock, making his balls bounce in her hands, and urging him to fight harder. He knew he was making progress. He just feared it might be too little, too late.

He was slowing her, pushing back against her. But her momentum could not be denied. Her tongue lapped along his shaft, surrounding it with muscular, sexual, dripping force every bit as trained at ruining men as her pussy was. Her arms on his waist gripped him tighter, pulling on him as she rolled her entire body back and forth on his cock. Her lips twisted at the base, her tongue internally teasing along his length. Her mouth was giving him the fucking of his life. Quite possibly the last. As good as it felt to massage her pussy, each tiny movement meeting with huge response from the giant shokan warrior... Satisfying, but a reckless choice. He needed all the cum he could keep from her, and he tried to pull her off. She held him paralyzed, unable to escape from the glorious suction of her mouth. Even posturing up, pulling himself back from her cunt, he had no chance of forcing the giantess of a woman to back off. This position, intended to protect him, seemed likely to end up destroying him. With his cock against her face, it left him too vulnerable to her attentions. He tried to force himself to his feet once more. It was difficult, but she didn't seem to mind. As long as she kept her hands on his ass and balls, she was willing to let him do so in any position he wished. He tried to back off, though, and she crawled with him.

His hands pulled on her hard head, fighting against her milking mouth, but it was a fight he wouldn't win. Three hundred pounds of pure shokan muscle was intent on keeping that mouth on him, even as he backed up. He neared the far wall of the throne room, afraid of what would happen if he got all the way there, with nowhere to run. It turned out, that wasn't what he needed to be afraid of.

Before his back could touch the wall, her hands cupping his ass went from pressing him in, to lifting him up. The ground fell away from his feet, as, without ever letting him out of her mouth, she pulled him up onto her broad, powerful shoulders. He gave a long and low groan, as she was driving him dangerously close to the edge. She held him immobile, nearly seven feet off the ground, with her powerful mouth closed around him. Another minute, if that, of this treatment, and he'd be blowing his balls down her throat.

His cock was desperate to give her its cum, just unleash the pressure. But he knew the consequences of doing that would be too great. No matter how pleasurable this woman's body was, he would need to deny himself. He would need to deny her, or he would be literally torn apart by the wicked women of Mileena's court. His life flashed before his eyes as his cum rose in his balls. He went from merely pulling at her head, to striking. Fists flew, hitting her cheeks, face, the horned top of her head, yanking her ponytail. Nothing was effective enough to tear her from her prey. Finally, sure his cock was only seconds from it final explosion for her, he raked her eyes, and she screeched in agony. His thumbs dug into the soft jelly of her eyes. Attacking her soft bits had been the only thing that had succeeded for him today, though as his experience in her pussy had shown, even attacking those head-on could lead to abject failure of his manhood to control its payload.

He was lifted once more, this time from his purchase on her shoulders, and out of her mouth, higher into the air. Then she swung him down with the force of Shao-Khan's hammer, slaming his back onto the hard floor. The brutality set his body on fire, he was sure he'd heard a rib snap at the very least. He groaned on the ground, looking up at the giant of a woman standing over him, glaring down at him.

"Why don't you just give in?" She growled at him, "Your orgasm would be beyond comp-AHHHHHHHH!"

He lashed out with his foot, interrupting her taunt with a swift kick to the cunt off his back. She collapsed on top of him, her thigh falling on his cock, and nearly setting him off there, held back only by gritted teeth and determination. She was down, now, but down with her body fully covering his, the muscles of her thigh rubbing on his cock's underside. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"Your will to live is impressive, human..." Her voice was soft, teasing, erotic, "The Shokan need great warriors. I will give you the honor of impregnating me... Your life will end, but your legacy will live on through a race of warriors."

With that, she dragged herself up his body, the heat and wet of her pussy dragging a trail along his thigh. He grabbed onto her shoulders, pushing on her

"Wait, I don't want..." But she was an unmoving rock, and one hand stroked his cheek, the other beside his head, one on his stomach, and the last gripping his shaft and lining it up to her cum-hungry cunt.

"I didn't ask you what you wanted... You fought hard. But you lost. I take what I want from my enemies. I want your cum."

She slid down his cock, engulfing him fully once more. The wetness of her pussy, the heat of its muscles as she squeezed him a few times. He was helpless, and looked up at her in terror. There was... Not affection, in her eyes, but perhaps satisfaction. He had fought harder than she expected.

"Don't... Please... Don't kill m-ahhhhh!" This time he was the one caught off, with her grasping inner muscles pulling on his cock, her hips rolling against his. She settled down, and began to pull on his shaft. Tears began to fall from his clenched shut eyes as he put all he had into fighting back the rising tide of cum. He felt it starting to leak out of his cock.

"I don't have a choice." His shoulders pressed to the floor, he felt two more hands around his neck. "And I wouldn't choose differently. There's no higher joy than killing another warrior..."

Cum was already dripping out into her pussy. Her hands squeezed in on his neck, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His balls bounced, cum churned, and her pussy punished his resistance, beating his stamina down. He could think of nothing else, thoughts only of the muscled woman and her crushing cunt filled his mind.

"Except perhaps baring his children, raising them, and using them to destroy his homeworld!" She squeezed in on his neck, and he cried out for her now but couldn't get the breath past her crushing hands. Her pussy strangled his cock like her hands strangled his neck, both of them too tight to survive, both of them about to take his life from him. Tears fell heavily from his eyes. Every thought of holding back countered by a squeeze from her pussy, eaten alive by her lower lips.

The massage below continued, tearing away his resistance, and finally, she leaned in, and pressed her full black lips to his, rolled her hips up and down once more. Her tongue snaked inside his mouth, wrapping up his in one go, moaning in his mouth, and then... She squeezed. It was all over in a second, in one go, she crushed his tongue in her, pulling on it like she wanted to yank it from his mouth. Her hands crushed in on his neck, he heard a crunch through the agony. And her pussy squeezed his cock. There was nothing left to hold back, his stamina was destroyed, he cried out, and came, seed spurted into her clenching hole.

His body spasmed and bucked below her, the knowledge that his orgasm doomed not only himself, but likely future generations as well, hitting home even as he came. His seed spurting out in her pussy, cum washing back out onto his thighs. The contractions of his balls continued, twitching and shooting more seed out with each pulse, until finally her milking cunt could force no more from him, and he collapsed back beneath her.

"Finish him." The voice of Mileena commanded. Her grasp on his neck didn't release, but she pulled away from his head, and grabbed the sides of it. She wrenched, twisted, bones shattered, the pain rolled through his entire body as she decimated his spine with her twisting. Finally, she lifted her pussy off him, and in one yank... The majority of his pain disappeared, replaced only with the agony in his neck and inability to breathe. He blinked, and looked down in horror.

They say that the human mind can live even after being decapitated for a few minutes. That statement, it turned out, was true. She'd lifted him clean off his body, his head dangling outside of it. He looked in horror, and could swear he could see the satisfied smile of Mileena behind her veil. Finally, his head was slammed down, between Sheeva's legs. The cum dripped out of her cunt, his defeat dripping on the floor. The last thing he saw was her powerful pussy slowly flexing, opening and closing between her legs, as she shoved his decapitated head against her cunt.

Fatality.