Kali as White Destroyer

Rampant Destruction, Remorseless Violence. God's work. Revelation in action. The God-Queen speaks through her. Goes by Diane. Fatal mistake, he didn't know her. He saw her, but he couldn't recognize her. The end was slow, torturous, brutal. Her big body overpowered him easily, utterly unchallenged. Her mastery over him was so complete it was actually comical.
She wore nothing but a pair of lacy black panties and matching black patent leather high heels, and she was a vision of voluptuous perfection. What a woman! She must have weighed around 210 lbs., most of it legs, ass and huge breasts. She told him to go into the kitchen, light a burner, and stick his hand in the flame. He complied instantly. She just stood there next to him, laughing as the flame singed his skin well down into the flesh. He wouldn't dare remove it without her permission, so he just stood there screaming. Finally, instead of telling him to remove it, she just reared back and cold-cocked the poor fucker. I mean, laid him out with a roundhouse right. She is so strong, too. Her big arms and big body behind that punch knocked the living shit out of him. He goes down on the kitchen floor, nose bleeding badly and hand smoldering. The whole place reeked of burning flesh.

Then she pulled him up into a sitting position against the kitchen wall, and holding him in place by his hair, she hammered him with repeated knee and thigh bashes into his face, each powerful blow causing more blood to flow and more screams to go up. She finished off the flurry by thrusting her whole massive lower body into him, smashing his head into the wall with her powerful hips. He slumped over sideways, his body suffering violent paroxysms as she stood over him laughing and taunting him with severe verbal abuse. Those huge legs of hers smashing repeatedly into his face had caused extensive damage; crushed his nose completely flat, broken his jaw in 2 places, and knocked out his front teeth. The hip thrust had undoubtedly caused a concussion. Blood was pouring now as he spit first one and then another tooth out onto the floor. Unfazed at the nightmarish scene she was so handily orchestrating , she kept pushing the envelope.

-Get up!, she said. Are you gonna let a girl beat the fucking shit outta you like this? Get up, goddamn you!

Of course, there was already no hope of that. At the moment, all he could do was lie there writhing in mortal agony.

-Ignore me, will you? We'll see about that! Look up here, right now. Look at my fucking tits, asshole! If you get up here I'll let you suck on them. One minute on each one. Isn't that better than getting your ass kicked some more?

He managed to turn his head shakily as his body kept squirming and look up at her. Her breasts were huge, perfect torpedoes of the most sumptuous flesh, so beautifully shaped, so plump, so inviting. Looking into the bloody mess that was his face, Diane cracked up hard again, adding insult to injury with her insatiable propensity for humiliation. Unbelievably, his desire for her somehow enabled him to override the intense damage his head had been forced to endure. His hand still smoking, he continued to yelp as the violent throbbing persisted, but despite it all he miraculously tried to pull himself up, gripping first a drawer handle, and then the oven door handle to get almost as far as his knees. Diane continued to tease him mercilessly with those enormous tits, dangling them this way and that, just out of reach of his desperate, bloody lips.

Just as he finally got his feet underneath him and as the faintest hint of a grateful smile caught the corners of his lips, she laughed at him mockingly and drove him back against the wall, holding him firmly in place with her forearm jammed hard against his throat.

-Poor baby, she chided. Did Mama lie to her little baby?

With that she went back to work with her weapons of choice, her fabulous fat legs. She drove a big, powerhouse knee into his abdomen; not once, not twice, not thrice, but four devastating blows. On the fourth, she released him and he folded up like a wallet and crashed forward headfirst into the hard tile floor, throwing up violently as he went down. Those crushing leg blows had also completely robbed him of his breath. The combination of the vomiting spasms and the inability to breath caused him to make freakish squeaky gurgling sounds that were positively inhuman. Reaching down and jerking his pants down over his ass, Diane saw that his cock was fully extended, dribbling pre-cum in the throes of his agitated excitation.
-Yummy! she exulted.

She dropped down and began to give him the most exceptionally stimulating blow job he'd ever had in his life. The polarity of feelings within him was unbearable. Writhing, gasping desperately for breath, hand burning as though it were still in the fire, head crushed, jaw broken, nose broken and still spitting out teeth; in spite of all this his cock throbbed quickly to the point of explosion, and the expert sex Vixen, Diane, recognizing the moment, abruptly stopped, adding denial of orgasm to his long list of injuries. She laughed her sexy, witchy laugh at him, and as he lay there convulsing, she reached down into a cabinet and pulled out the largest pot she could find.

As she took it out, she swung it hard at him, bouncing a severe blow off his head with the heavy pot. Then, she filled it with water and put it on the stove to boil.

-You've got about 5 minutes, she said. 5 minutes to get your fucking breath back and be up to at least a kneeling position. And if you fuck this up, I promise I will fucking kill you and be done with it! You read me, you fucking slug!?

All he could do was twitch, bleed, and puke. Diane nonchalantly fixed herself a martini and relaxed at the nearby kitchen table with a cigarette. She crossed her outrageously hot legs, and dangled her glistening high heel playfully as she enjoyed her drink and smoke. The whole time her victim had been doing what her victims always did; writhe on the floor, bleed and make the most peculiar noises. It had gotten to be a habit with Diane to see how unusual the noises she could force out of them might be. Today, she cracked up at the squeaks and gurgling. But now, he was regaining his breath. That was all she needed in order to proceed.

She put out her cigarette and walked back over to the stove. The full pot of water was just reaching a boil.

-C'mon, she said. Get your ass up. Sit up, or I'm gonna make you wish you had never been born!

He couldn't quite make it on his own volition, but Diane aided the cause by jerking him into position by his hair. Breathing sketchily now, he was still in serious agony and as he looked up at her magnificent breasts hanging over him he started to cry.

-Shut up! she said, bitch-slapping him hard across the face.

There must've been one more loose tooth in there, as her slap caused him to spit it out. Bloody kernels littering the floor. Diane turned to the stove and the water was boiling furiously now. Ultra-scalding hot. She took two pot holders, and knowing that her subject would never be able to stand at this point, she told him to hold out his hands and take the pot from her. He appeared quite wobbly as he tried to follow orders.

-Take it, goddamn you! And if you drop it, it's over for you. I will fucking bury you in the yard if you don't do this right. Now take it by the pot holders and hang onto it, idiot!

He didn't know much at this point, but he knew Diane meant business. With all his remaining strength he held the pot of water, already sure of its purpose.

-That's it, moron, she said. Now, dump it over your head while I watch. And I mean every last drop of it!

Tears filled his eyes, blood and vomit drooled down his chin and taking one last look at those glorious tits, he followed her instructions. The scalding water washed down over his head and onto his body and there has never been screaming to equal this. He drops the empty pot to the floor and takes flight; rolling, spinning, flipping, flopping, freaking shaking, quaking and the whole time SCREAMING! Diane stood right over him, practically analyzing his agonized movements as she laughed and laughed. She laughed continually until she was in pain, and the whole time he never slowed down, gyrating around the floor like a spinning top; a severely bloody spinning top.

Diane fixed another drink and sat down with another cigarette, enjoying the spectacle of her creation. The whole time she continued to laugh and laugh at her victim's plight. His unspeakably frenzy lasted almost ten minutes before he finally came to rest heaving in desperation. Chuckling to herself, Diane tossed off the rest of her martini. She then walked over to him, laid down on top of him, dropped her massive breasts down over his mouth and nose, locked her arms behind his neck, pulled him in tight and finished the job.