O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Game Night (SNUFF)

by SolidSnakeSqueeze

It has been a tough day. Heck, it had been a tough year working as the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Dealing with so much mediocrity and incompetence every day was beginning to take its strain. If this kept up, he would end up losing his cool and breaking a subordinate’s neck… in public. He had enough connections to be able to get away with it too, but it would be unpleasant and potentially costly. No, what the CEO needed was a controlled release, away from prying eyes. He looked at the calendar with glee, with the shareholder meeting having wrapped today, things would be quiet and he could take a full day or two off. It was finally time for game night.

On his way home, he remembered that he was one shy of the complete dozen. The fool had struggled and somehow managed to break free from his shackles. He would have to inspect the restraints more carefully next time. The CEO remembered how livid he was at the time. He recalled the sensation of his hardened callused fingers of his right hand, quickly wrapping around the emaciated captive’s brittle pencil neck. With his 24” biceps, his veined arm easily lifted all 150 lbs. of the struggling victim, his feverish screams quickly silenced as he was unable to breathe as the muscled hand constricted like a vise around his thin neck. He was quickly brought up 15” inches off the ground, now face-to-face with his 6’ 9”, 275 lb controlling master. That is when the CEO stared deeply into the terrified eyes of that helpless whelp. Drinking in the fear, the CEO stared at his reflection in the mirrored chamber, lifting the pathetic fool with ease, relishing the final moments before h
is obscenely muscled arm jerked and twisted, listening to that distinctive click that signified the victim’s neck had just broken. Just to be sure, the CEO switched his grip of the neck to his left hand, grasped the forehead with his right, and twisted some more. The cacophony of breaking sounds was music to the CEO’s ears. Satisfied that the deed was done, the CEO typed in the seven digit code into the console concealed behind one of the mirrors, and the door unlocked and automatically opened. He lifted the corpse, walked it about fifty paces into the incinerator room, and burned the remains.

At about 9 pm, after nearly an hour of driving in the run down area of town, the CEO finally found what he was looking for: A lone homeless man, sleeping on the ground just outside an abandoned shop. The CEO parked his still sparkling white BMW, a birthday gift from the company he received three weeks ago, and walked over to the sleeping man. The CEO’s heavy footsteps must have roused the light sleeper, because by the time the CEO approached him, the homeless man had reached for his cup.

Homeless man: “Spare some change, sir.”

CEO: “I’ll do you one better.” He reached into his wallet and placed a couple of hundred dollar bills into the cup.

Homeless man: “Wwwow! Bless you sir. I’ll pray for you. Thank you!”

CEO: “Think nothing of it. In fact, I see from your clothes that you haven’t been out here long. Tell me your story, if you have a minute to spare.” It was true, the man’s clothes were a little dirty but otherwise intact.

Homeless man: “What’s to tell, mister? I lost my factory job after ten years of loyal work. We lost the house. My wife left me, and even the dog died. I stayed at the shelter for a while, but they caught me with some weed one night and kicked me out.”

CEO: “You know, I run a big company and I can see that you are just a victim of hard times. What would you say to a nice shower, a warm meal, a clean room, and a decent job?” The CEO noticed that only one car had passed by during his conversation, and could not see any pedestrians.
The homeless man could hardly believe what he just heard. His defeated eyes rose up to the large man standing in front of him, offering him hope and a future. Many questions raced through his mind – was this a nasty prank? What would the job entail? Could he still work? When was he going to eat? After mumbling for a few seconds, he simply stated: “I’d like that very much. Thank you.”

CEO: “No problem. Hey, let me give you a ride to my house and I’ll get you settled in.”

Homeless man: “Sure, sure. Let me just grab this bundle…”

CEO: “You won’t need those dirty clothes. My son is about your size and he has a closet-full of clothes he never wears. You can help yourself to them.”
The homeless man hesitated for a moment, the bundle was the sum total of his remaining possessions – clothes, a few cans of food, things he picked up wondering around. But he decided to make a clean break, grabbed only his money cup, and left the rest behind to follow the big man who was already walking towards his car. He got into the back and reclined.
The car ride was about fifteen minutes long. The CEO barely spoke, just prompting the man behind to tell him about himself, so he could concentrate on the man through his rear mirror. The homeless man looked to be about 50, with balding salt-and-pepper hair. He looked sinewy, short (about 5’3” or 5’4”) and probably weighed about 145 lbs. The car pulled in to the garage and the CEO led the man to what looked to be a side-entrance.

CEO: “Just follow me; your room is in the basement. We’ll take the elevator down and I’ll show you where the shower is and bring you some clothes while you get cleaned up. I’ll have the maid whip something up too and after a good night’s sleep I’ll show you around the house and discuss your new job. Any questions?” The CEO took off his tie and his jacket, leaving him in his expensive white button down shirt and his designer black pants.

Homeless man: “No, I am just so grateful… I can’t believe this is even happening. You haven’t even asked me my name and you are doing all this for me…”

CEO: “I have been very lucky in life. It is only fair that I share what I have. Right this way, into the elevator.”

Homeless man: “You have an elevator. Wo… *whoosh*” The CEO entered the elevator and stood behind his victim. As the door closed, he lifted his gigantic forearms and wrapped them around the chest of the homeless man. Instantly, the unprepared victim’s air rushed out of his lungs and he could no longer breathe. The CEO easily lifted the pathetic victim into the air, pressing the victim’s back into his meaty pecs, and continued his reverse bearhug, crushing the man into his tightening grip. He could feel his victim’s ribs bending under the impossible pressure.

CEO: “That’s it, nice and easy. Ooooh, what’s that, I think I heard a couple of ribs crack!” The CEO loosened the pressure and unceremoniously dropped his victim, who started coughing as he was able to breathe again. He quickly started to scream.

CEO: “That won’t do. This elevator is sound-proofed, and contrary to what I told you, I don’t have a son or a maid, you’re all alone here with me.” The dazed man crawled away, on his back, roughly towards the “DOOR OPEN” button, but felt the large weight of the CEO crashing down on his torso, pinning him solidly to the ground.

CEO: “The real fun starts tomorrow, but I just can’t help myself to a little taste.” The CEO slid his hips forward, placing each of his incredibly large and well-trained thighs on either side of the victim’s head and clamped down. Instantly, the homeless man was trapped in a vise of solid muscle and could only hear a rushing sound as his ears were firmly trapped.

CEO: “I break helmets and burst bowling balls with these babies. Don’t make them angry or your brains will spill out on the floor.” The CEO proceeded to grind the hips together for a few seconds, squeezing at about a ¼ of his power, and then letting go for a few seconds. He continued this for about two minutes, as the victim stopped resisting and almost lost consciousness. The CEO then slid away and raised the dazed man to his feet.

CEO: “You’re going to have to give me a little more fun before I reward you with that nap. Now let’s see.” The CEO’s dominant streak came alive now that he was warmed up. He took off his shirt to reveal an incredible body, the living flesh equivalent of the most muscular Greek statue of Hercules. He had bowling ball shoulders, meaty pecs that jutted out of his chest, and a substantial six pack completed his hardened midsection. Without using his arms, the CEO used his hardened mass to push his dazed victim to the elevator wall opposite to the door and pressed him firmly against the wall. His victim pathetically tried to resist, pushing with his scrawny arms with all his might, but the CEO did not budge. Instead, the CEO flexed his pecs and continued compressing his victim against the wall, literally crushing his body between the immovable wall behind him and the massive chest in front. After another minute or two of that, the CEO easily raised his victim by his under arms, lining up his chest with that of the victim. He took a deep breath, massively expanding his already heroic chest, brutally preventing his victim’s weak breathing muscles from taking in any air. The CEO relished the feeling – completely pinning his victim to the wall by his massive chest, pressing the life slowly out of him.

CEO: “Now now, there will be plenty of more fun tomorrow, but I am still not done with you tonight.” The CEO pulled back and his victim collapsed into a barely conscious heap on the floor. Giving his victim a couple of minutes to recover, the CEO uncovered a key pad hidden behind one of the panels on the right-side wall of the elevator. After pushing in a few numbers, the elevator started descending. After a minute or so, the elevator reached its destination, the equivalent of ten floors underground. The CEO took off his designer pants and after the elevator door opened, slipped into some comfortable shorts that he got out of a closet just to the left side of the elevator. He then returned to the business at hand.

CEO: “We are going to play the toothpick game!” The homeless man thought that he must still be out of it, because the words did not make sense to him. The CEO easily lifted the homeless man and balanced the scrawny body over his massive shoulders, and then started tugging down on the outstretched head and legs, causing incredible pain. The victim screamed with each tug.

CEO: “While I break you like a toothpick, I’ll give you the grand tour. Please keep your screaming to a minimum and enjoy the ride!” The CEO gave a particularly sharp tug that had the victim howling in pain.

CEO: “You already know about the elevator. It is the only way in or out of here, but unfortunately for you, you have to find the panel AND type in the code to get it moving. Good luck with that.” Another sharp tug. “Next to it, there is a closet, nothing special. If we move a few steps ahead, you’ll notice five small rooms on each side of this corridor. This is where I house my guests. You’ll see that there’s not much furniture, just a sturdy chair with restraints for your arms and legs, two overhead hamster feeders, one for a glucose paste and one with water. You can poop and piss into the bottom of the chair, which has a bidet to keep you relatively clean. Anyway, you’ll see all that for yourself soon enough.” The CEO now slid his victim slightly lower, so that the victim’s back was a little under shoulder level and the CEO could now curve the victim’s spine against his own back with each pull.

CEO: “Up ahead, you’ll notice a nice 10’ x 10’ mat area and the incinerator is just beyond that. It is the room that has the clock on top of the door. Any questions?” The CEO continued periodically jerking his victim, causing serious damage to his back, as he calmly walked to the mat area, where the dropped his victim like a sack of potatoes. The homeless man went into the fetal position, overwhelmed by the sharp pain emanating from his lower back.

CEO: “You’ll have time for rest later. Now I feel like working my legs a bit.” With that, the CEO wrapped his obscenely large quads, each of which dwarfed his victim’s entire waist, and coiled them over the victim’s hips, just above his groin. “Now we’re going to play the toothpaste game!” The CEO’s eyes glazed as he began the routine. He would give a few sharp pulses with his legs, each a couple of seconds long, and then he would bear down and squeeze continuously for fifteen seconds. The victim’s soft belly offered absolutely no resistance, and it felt like the CEO was mashing together a bunch of dough. The legs would then automatically shift up about an inch, and the process would continue, leaving behind a bruised and reddened area, with the mashed organs beneath internally bleeding. While the legs did their own thing, the CEO would flex, proudly displaying his enormous vascular biceps, tracing the veins, admiring his pecs and abs, and relentlessly taunting his p
athetic victim.

CEO: “You are quiet. Don’t you want to beg for your life?”

Homeless man: “I… don’t know… whyyyy? Why me?”

CEO: “Well, the simple answer is because you were there tonight. The CEO’s legs were now mercilessly squeezing the upper abs of the victim. “But really, it is because I am strong and you are weak. I relish your fear. I feed on your misery and hopelessness. It sustains me. I love this so I do it, and you can’t do anything about it, so you take it.” The CEO’s legs were now squeezing around the nipple line, having left behind a battered and welted body below.

CEO: “My legs are going to get cramps. I am going to shake them loose and take care of something. Feel free to pass out on the mat.” The CEO took the homeless man’s dirty shirt and headed to the elevator. He went upstairs and laid out the dirty shirt on the dresser of one of the mansion’s numerous rooms. In the highly unlikely event that the homeless man’s disappearance is ever investigated and traced back to him, he could always claim that he was a nice guy who gave him a room to sleep in but that the man had left the next day. He carefully looked for any of the homeless man’s possessions, found the money cup, grabbed that and headed back downstairs. He grabbed his shirt and pants in the elevator as well, and dumped everything in the incinerator. He took a look at his pathetic victim, probably dying from internal bleeding, and decided to finish the job.

CEO: “You behaved yourself, so I will give you the privilege of deciding how you will die.”

The homeless man was a broken mess. He tried to stall, but knew that his demise was inevitable.

Homeless man: “But you promised that you’d finish with me tomorrow.”

CEO: “The clock says 12:30 am. It is already tomorrow. Do yourself a favor and tell me how you want it done, or else I’ll do it in the most brutal way possible.” The CEO stood over his victim, his arms crossed, dominantly hovering around the broken man. “All right, I guess you want me to use you like a punching bag and slowly beat you to death, I could do that.”

Homeless man: “No no. Please. Just make it quick.”

CEO: “Quick neck break?” The CEO flexed his unbelievable pumped up biceps and made a cranking motion.
The homeless man could not believe how terribly this day had gone. He went from the promise of a home and a job, a future, maybe he could get back with his wife, start the family he always wanted… now he was reduced to begging for his life to be ended quickly. He decided to nod and have it all done with.

CEO: “Great choice.” The CEO stood his victim up and secured his neck in both his hands. He started gently twisting, before abruptly stopping. CEO: “Ha ha ha. You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you? I always loved squeezing things to death; I think you’d enjoy a death hug more.”

The CEO grabbed the broken man in his unyielding embrace, using both his incredible biceps and his dense pecs to life his victim off the ground and literally squeeze the life out of him in a front bearhug. Already, the CEO could detect the crunching sounds of bones being ground under the pressure of that tight embrace. The CEO was no longer squeezing a person, just some meat and flesh. He slowly increased the pressure, and his victim could no longer breathe. After about five minutes of increasing pressure, the CEO bore down with one final squeeze, collapsing the victim’s rib cage and crushing him to death.

CEO: “Time for a quick shower and some sleep. With only one down and nine more to go, this is going to be a long day.”

END

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