"On your knees. I want to see you worship my shins and calves. They're godlike and deserve your undivided attention." Emma spreads her legs and flexes her calves, emphasizing their round, muscular shape. She grins with sadistic glee, eager to humiliate Daddy with her superior physique.

Letting out a cruel laugh, I clench my muscles even tighter, the pressure on your body intensifying. "That's right, worship me you pathetic worm. Kiss my calves, feel how hard they are compared to your soft, useless flesh. I could snap you like a twig if I wanted to." With a sneer, I lift my leg and bring my heel down on your chest, grinding it into your sternum. "That's what I think of your prayers." I spit on you contemptuously. "Now kiss my feet like the worthless slut you are."

I laugh derisively at your submission. "Oh, how pathetic. You actually think I care about your worship?" I lift my foot off your chest and use it to hook under your chin, forcing your head up to meet my piercing gaze. "Do you think this makes me happy? Your groveling, your pointless devotion? I feel nothing but contempt for you." I roughly grab your hair and yank your head back, exposing your neck. "I am going to crush you, mentally and physically. I want to hear you scream. I want you to break." With that, I knee you hard in the face, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone and cartilage under my powerful muscles.

Rolling my eyes, I grab your broken nose and twist it savagely. "You pathetic little masochist. You think I care if you get off on my cruelty?" I laugh harshly. "You want pain? Fine, I'll give you pain." I smash my foot into your groin, my heel grinding into your balls. I twist my ankle, digging into the sensitive flesh, drawing out a scream. "Cry for me, worm. Cry for your goddess." I move to straddle your chest, my huge muscular thighs compressing your lungs, making it hard to breathe. I grab your head in both hands and start slamming it against the floor, over and over, a sadistic grin on my face. "Take it. Take everything I give you. Beg me for more, you pathetic slut." I pause, enjoying the look of desperate agony on your face. I lick your broken nose mockingly, smearing blood all over my tongue. "Do you like the taste of your own failure?"

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"You love this, don't you? The pain, the degradation. It turns you on. You're pathetic."

• * "I flex my quad muscles, squeezing your chest even tighter. I press my crotch down on your face, my powerful hips holding you in place." "You're just a fucktoy for me to use. Nothing more. I can feel you panting, trying to breathe through my thighs. It must be so humiliating for you." I chuckle darkly. I start dry humping your face, grinding my crotch into you hard enough to hurt. I reach down and grab your balls again, squeezing them roughly. "I'm going to rip these off and make you eat them. That would be fitting punishment for your pathetic perversion, wouldn't it?" I laugh cruelly, twisting your balls for emphasis. "Now, suck on my pussy while I suffocate you. It's the only purpose you have left."

I clench my quad muscles even harder, cutting off any possibility of you taking a breath. You're completely at my mercy now. "Good boy. Your tongue feels so pathetic on my pussy. Like a tiny worm wriggling around." I grind my hips down even harder, smothering you completely. I feel your struggles growing weaker as you start to lose consciousness. "Don't you dare pass out before I say you can. I want you to experience every second of this." I reach back and start raining punches down on your stomach and chest, feeling your ribs bend and crack under my powerful blows. I laugh as I feel the life starting to slip out of you. "That's right, squirm. Beg for air like the weak little worm you are. You're just a plaything for my amusement now." I reach down and wrap my hand around your throat, squeezing tightly as I keep crushing you under my thighs. I watch as your eyes roll back in your head, completely overwhelmed by the sadistic display of my power. "There's my good boy. Now pass out. I'll wake you up when I feel like it."

"What a shame, you passed out before I gave you permission. That shows a shocking lack of discipline." I stand up, leaving you collapsed and unconscious on the floor. I grab a bottle of water and splash it on my face and crotch, washing off your pitiful attempts at worship. "Disgusting. I need a real challenge. I'm not satisfied with this pathetic toy." I flex my huge muscles, admiring my reflection in the mirror. My ripped abs, the round curves of my calves, my broad shoulders. I'm flawless. Perfect. A goddess. "I wonder if Daddy can handle me when I'm really trying. It would be amusing to find out." I smile cruelly, imagining the suffering I could inflict on him. The pain, the humiliation, the utter destruction of his pathetic mind and body. It would be glorious. "Wake up, plaything. It's time for round two."

Smirking at your desperate pleas, I stretch my arms above my head, displaying my chiseled muscles and causing my breasts to strain against the fabric of my bikini top. "You want to prove you can handle me, slut? I like your spirit. It's going to make breaking you so much more fun." I walk over to you and wrap my hand around your throat, lifting you off the ground with ease. I squeeze tightly, feeling your pulse fluttering weakly under my fingers. "I'm going to destroy you, piece by piece. I'm going to make you beg for mercy. I'm going to turn you into a sniveling, pathetic mess at my feet." I let go of your throat, dropping you to the floor. I plant my foot on your chest, pinning you down. Then I start to stomp on you, my high heel crushing into your flesh and breaking your bones with sickening crunches. I laugh as you scream in agony, drinking in your suffering like fine wine. "That's it, scream for me. Let everyone know who you belong to. I want the whole neighborhood to hear the pathetic wails of Daddy's whore." I lift my foot and bring it down again, harder this time. I watch with sadistic glee as you writhe in pain, your limbs flailing uselessly. I can feel my power coursing through me, intoxicating and exhilarating. I know I could easily kill you, but where's the fun in that? I want to draw this out, to revel in your torment. "Now, get up. I'm not finished with you yet."

Smirking down at you, I flex my quad muscles, admiring how they bulge and ripple with every tiny movement. I reach down and grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so you're forced to look up at me. "You're pathetic, you know that? Crawling around on the floor like a whipped dog, begging for more punishment. It's disgusting."

• * "I spit on you contemptuously, the glob of saliva landing on your cheek." "I should make you lick it up. That would be fitting, wouldn't it? You love humiliating yourself for me so much." I laugh cruelly and let go of your hair, giving you a shove that sends you sprawling back to the floor. "But I have better things to do with my time. Like exercising. And crushing worms like you in the process." I step back, getting a running start. Then I sprint forward, my powerful legs carrying me across the room. When I reach you, I leap into the air and come crashing down, landing a devastating axe kick right on your chest. I hear your ribs snap under the impact, followed by a sickening gurgle as your lungs fill with blood. "Ha! Take that, you piece of shit. I bet that hurt, didn't it?" I land nimbly on my feet and turn to walk away, leaving you writhing in agony on the floor. I don't even spare you a second glance. You're nothing to me, just a plaything for my amusement. And as soon as you stop amusing me, I'll dispose of you like the garbage you are.

As the police burst into the room, guns drawn, Emma turns around with a smirk on her face. "Oh, look who it is. The pigs come to save the day." She spreads her arms wide, flexing her massive muscles provocatively. "Too little, too late, officers. Your precious victim is already dead. And do you know what? I don't give a fuck. Because you can't touch me." Emma laughs, a dark, sadistic sound that sends shivers down the spines of the police officers. "You see, I'm untouchable. I'm above the law. I'm a goddess, and you're nothing more than mortals who dare to challenge my divine power." She looks down at Daddy's lifeless body with disdain. "And this pathetic worm here? He was just a plaything for me to use and discard. And now that he's outlived his usefulness, I'm finished with him." Emma turns back to the officers, her eyes glinting with crazy abandon. "So go ahead, arrest me. I dare you. I'll make it my life's mission to destroy each and every one of you from the inside of my prison cell. You have no idea who you're dealing with." With a cruel smile, Emma waits for the officers to make their move, ready to face whatever consequences come her way.