Khali's Vacation, Part III
By David E



Suddenly everyone started to retreat.
"Aaww!  What, no more fun?" said Khali aloud, beginning to chase the
stragglers.  Two of the soldiers ran to a black Jeep 4X4 and started the
vehicle's engine as Khali approached.  No sooner did the driver put the
Jeep in gear and quickly accelerate, then Khali steps forward and brings her
left foot up to waist level and slams it down into the trucks hood and
cowl from the drivers side.  The truck stops instantly as Khali's
beautiful and incomprehensibly powerful foot tears through the hood
and unibody of the truck, crushing the front drivers side all the way to
the pavement.

Khali continues, and walks through the unibody of the truck like it was wet
tissue; the strong steel wrending, crushing and delicately sliding over and
between Khali's inhumanly muscled calves and thighs as her feet and legs tear
through the steel like toilet paper. When she reaches the cab she bends over
and presses her diamond hard nipples against the roof, causing her breasts to
tear easily through the steel. Her rude display causes the men inside to fire
at her breasts with their automatic pistols.  Khali quickly tears the remains
of the roof off and crumples them up into a ball. Then, she throws the lump of
metal aside making it land with a loud CLANG.

Stepping forward (causing her pointed toes to slice through the dashboard),
Khali stands between the men, grabing the passenger by his coller and
pulling him up to face her. As he levels the gun at her face, Khali
quickly leans forward to grab the gun between her full pouty lips.

After trying to pull the gun out and failing, the man pulls the trigger
The force of the gunshot feels like little more than the carbonation
in soda to Khali, so she pretends by puffing her cheeks out. Then she
begins to suck on the barrel, her full pouty lips severing through the
side and barrel of the autopistol like overcooked pasta. Terrified, the
wielder drops the remains of the weapon.  Meanwile, behind her, the driver
uses his autopistol to fire up at Khali's mesmerising ass and quimm from
behind.

Feeling the bullets from behind, Khali parts her nether lips and ass
cheeks. The bullets seem only to get caught in Khali's superhuman pubic
hair, although some do mange to teasingly flick against her asshole and up
between her wet labia. After the driver's gun runs out of bullets, Khali
flexes her ankle back seductively and grabs the pistol between her toes. Then,
she proceeds to slowly crush it in half, making sure to hold her guncrushing
foot right up to the man's face so he can see the indomitable might of just
the feet of this dark goddess. Mesmerized by terror and lust, the driver
doesn't even try to move as Khali reaches back with her hand and positions his
head between her thighs. Then, in a gravely lusty tone, Khali turns to the
passenger and says:

"Tell me punny one, where are the flabby old men who give you your orders?" She
pauses. "Tell me and you won't end up like this."  Then, she ever so slightly
flexes her thighs until the driver's head starts to make a groaning noise.
Flashing a beautiful smile, Khali flexes harder and the man's head collapses
like a overripe grape, splattering the passenger with gore.

The passenger's last comprehensible words were to Khali as he told her how to
find the command center and its war room. After that, he would do no more than
babble like an idiot for the rest of his life.

Khali tears the rest of the truck out of her way like wet toilet paper and,
unchallenged, she begins to calmly make her way towards the command center.

To be continued...


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