The Delicious Destruction of Peter
Modified by Men Out Of Their Minds
Shawne physically destroys a man, breaks ribs and ...

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My date stood me up, so I stalked a new woman. I'm in the tall, 
athletic females, long legs, big breasts and so; sometimes these 
women were even taller than me. But that didn't matter at all if 
they turn out fancy in bed.

  So I bumped into her 'by mistake' and we made conversation. One 
thing led to another and we ended up in her house. She seemed to 
be a real fuck, yet something taller than me. But real men don't 
let chances go by, do they?




Once there, I told her that I liked athletic women, but that no 
woman could ever dominate a man unless he wanted her to.

  She got really pissed off and undressed her upper body, wearing 
only the skintight denims and black high-heel stilettos. Till now 
I had only recognized her superior height and lovely face. Working 
her body out of her disguising furry sweater sprayed her perfume 
in the air. I was mesmerized by the scent but then I got the shock 
of my life:

  Shawne, stripped to the waist, revealing a body of incredible 
muscularity, yet sexy femininity. She had a perfect hourglass 
figure, broad shoulders and a slim muscle-ripped abdomen. And her 
pair of globes were fantastic full rounds defying gravity; young, 
big, healthy melons to suck and suck and suck.

  But she was more. She had brawny arms, every male bodybuilder 
could dream about. Her legs were like columns to support a 
skyscraper, enormous muscles, but also graceful in sight. And they 
reached from sky above down to earth, completed by her extreme 4- 
inch-heel, black stilettos. She left visible notches and craters 
in the floor while moving. What a view!

  "I'll show you how easily this woman can dominate a man. 
Especially a skinny puke like you..."

  She then flexed her massive arms.

  "I'm rough, tough, and mean, baby. My big muscles are hard as 
steel and I like to use them to destroy men."

  She flexed harder.

  "I like to strip a man naked so I can see the effect that my 
fists have as I pummel his outclassed body. Then, after I've 
softened him up with my fists, does the real fun start."

  She flexed more harder.

  "I like to slowly wrap my immense arms around his broken body 
and smash him up against my big chest. The feeling of holding a 
petrified naked man in my muscular arms and crushing him into 
screaming submission is unbelievable! It's a lot more satisfying 
than sex."

  She flexed even harder.

  "Sex is satisfying to the man as well as to me. When I 
physically destroy a man, only I get the satisfaction. He gets 
nothing but the pain he deserves!"

  I stared in disbelief at her incredible muscle posing.

  "I like to feel a man's body collapsing against my big breasts 
due to the raw strength of my arms. Feeling and listening to his 
ribs breaking is pure ecstasy to me because I know that my massive 
muscles are causing his torment."

  Her nipples protuded. "Nothing turns me on as much as watching 
the bruises grow and the blood flow while my big female muscles 
tear a man to pieces. Except listening to his cries of agony and 
his pathetic begs for mercy as my fists rip into him!"

  She twinkled at me. "Your eyes telling me how hard you want me." 
She let her words sink.

  "Now, there's nobody here but you and me, and I'm feeling real 
mean tonight. I'm going to rip you up, and break you into little 
pieces!"

  She assumed another flex.

  "But, little Peter, it's going to take a while. I'm going to 
drag it out so I can really punish you. I'm going to take my time 
between punches so you can feel the real effect of each one. I 
want you to feel the pain physically, and the terror emotionally, 
that my overwhelming strength is going to inflict."

  I gulped aloud, eyes widened fearfully. 5 minutes ago I wanted 
her to fuck, but everything turned.

  "I'm going to show you where the next one will land. Then I'll 
wait before I throw it, so you can squirm in fear, waiting for the 
terrible misery that my muscles will cause. And, all the while, 
I'm going to make sure that you know that a female is slaughtering 
you." She blew me a kiss.

  "Your sweet soft body is mine, Peter. All mine."

  She looked down on me.

  "So, I'm going to take it... my way. Then when I'm done pounding 
it, which will take a long long time, I'll have lots of fun with 
that cute little cock and those nice tender balls of yours."

  She chuckled and her breasts began to rock slightly, then 
standing firm and hard as before.

  The muscle-bound woman reached over and ripped my clothes off: 
the various pieces of clothing simply disintegrated under her 
power. I tried to resist as best I could, but she was unstoppable. 
She laughed derisively at my frail efforts.

  "No, You asshole, that's an expensive shirt..." I protested. 
"What..."

  In less than six seconds my clothes had been turned into a pile 
of rags at my feet. I was whimpering in fright as the Amazon 
speculatively eyed my nakedness and my rigid hard-on.

  She pointed at my crotch. "I'll rip that, too."

  Anxiously I covered my penis. "No!"

  She laughed like a rolling thunder: "This is really going to be 
fun! Your little muscles won't ever be able to stand up to this!"

  She slowly resume to flex her huge biceps in front of my face. 
Her mocking laugh only added to my fear as her biceps once again 
grew into huge mountains of man smashing granite.

  "Imagine, Peter. Imagine what these babies can, and soon will do 
to you. See how big they are."

  I only saw her mighty biceps. "They're 23 inches now. 23 inches 
of raw, man destroying muscle that I'm going to use to impose 
hideous amounts of debilitating pain upon your pathetic body!"

  She let her words fill the room. Her biceps swelled into my 
mind.

  "I'm not as strong as I look. I'm stronger." Her mountain bicep 
swelled and swelled. "A lot stronger!"

  I saw the pulsating blood in her veins. She watched my fear.

  "Oh, man, Peter. Are you going to be hurting..." she chuckled.

  I fell to my knees in front of her. I was quaking in fright. I 
was in so much terror that my body was covered with sweat and I 
was hyperventilating.

  "Oh please Shawne! Please don't do this. I know that you're 
stronger than me!" I begged her; tears of fright and humiliation 
flowing freely. "Don't hurt me, please! You're too strong for any 
man!"

  She looked down at me with contempt. "What a fucking wimp!"

  Shawne bended over to me, her tits closing in.

  "Try to be a man. Try to fight me. Pit your tiny muscles against 
mine! I like it when I get some competition. I might even take it 
easier on you! Come on, asshole! Fight me to fuck me!"

  She rose again and flexed her arms menacingly.

  My throat constricted in fear. I crawled over to her and wrapped 
my arms around her huge thighs. I rested my face against the demin 
cladding Shawne's granite quadriceps, sobbing in complete 
subservience to her. I was totally humiliated by the act of 
cringing in front of the woman, but she was so muscular and seemed 
to be unbelievably cruel that I would do anything to save myself 
from her savage power. All my thoughts to fuck her were gone and 
replaced by anxiousity.

  She stood above me, reveling in my fear. Shawne loved the fact 
that a naked, full grown man cowered before her. She knew and 
luxuriated in the fact of her muscular dominance over me and the 
abject terror that her massive muscles caused.

  "Poor little man. You know that you can't stop me, a woman, from 
smashing your pitiful body. You better be afraid! I have the 
strength and the will to pulverize you. I'm going to get a lot of 
satisfaction from your fear and your pain."

  She wrapped my hair around her fingers and lifted me easily to 
my feet and markedly slowly to the level of her breasts... She had 
the power to lift a car.

  "Ohhh..." I squealed.

  "Yes, Peter, there you are. And I'm going to love listening to 
your cries of agony as I mangle you."

  I cried in pain and she laughed again, while rubbing her big 
breasts and erect nipples against my quivering chest.

  "If this hurt you that bad, you're in real deep shit, asshole. 
By the time I'm done with you, lifting you up by your hair will 
feel nice compared to the other things that I'm going to do."

  She let me dangle a heartbeat.

  "Like this for example!" Shawne buried her fist deep into my 
gut.

  "Aaauuugggghhhh! ...oh God!" I screamed as incredible pain 
exploded in my stomach.

  Shawne cruelly snickered and let me drop to the floor. "Felt 
that love tap, didn't you, limpdick."

  I rolled up into a fetal position as the terrible pain rolled 
through my body. I was oblivious to anything except for the 
horrendous pain that the busty muscle woman's punch had caused.

  She let me lie on the floor for a few minutes until the pain 
started to abate. Then Shawne lifted me, again by my hair, to my 
feet and up to her breast level.

  She said nothing, frozen in her movement.

  "Here we go", she announced.

  She slammed me against the wall. Before I could slump down, she 
pinned me to the wall by ramming her forearm against my face. I 
tried to push her away with both of my hands, but her one arm was 
much stronger than my two combined.

  "What's the matter Peter. I thought that all you men were 
stronger than women. Your pipe stem arms can't even budge me. You 
are pathetic, little one."

  Shawne then started rubbing her big chest against mine again.

  "Do you like this, Peter? Do my big, hard breasts turn you on?" 
asked the beautiful sadist.

  She grabbed my prick and began to rub it. I began to get hard as 
she manipulated my prick and kept rubbing her beautiful breasts 
against me. Ah, tits, I love them... even this pair of my cruel 
tormentor.

  Suddenly, her grip became excruciatingly painful. At the same 
time she started pulling on my cock very hard. I moaned in agony.

  "What's the matter big boy? Do I hurting you?" She twisted my 
cock savagely. "I'm not your mom and also not your girlfriend."

  She bend my cock up till I screamed murder.

  "I'm the woman that's going to turn you into mush. I could pull 
this right off of your body if I wanted to. And, I just might 
later. Then you will be cleared from any sexual arousement and
harrasment."

  She bend it down. "Shall I continue now?"

  "Nooooo! Please, not! Arrrrrrrrrr..." I stammer in agony.

  Shawne bend it upward again. "Why should I? This is a useless 
body part of your great species calling self males."

  I was near fading out by the pain she inflicted.

  "Well, later, little." She let go of my cock and pulled her 
chest away. "Later I will take it from you."

  I shivered, quivered, fixed by her brawny arm, unable to control 
my body motions.

  "No objection? Tell me, Peter, what's on your mind? Where's your 
wish to fuck me now?"

  She released her forearm and simultaneous grabbed my throat in a 
grip of iron. "Speak, 'lover'."

  I looked down her mountainously muscled arm to her massive 
chest. Her big outthrust breasts rode high on top of layers of 
rock hard muscle. Her iron grip around my throat didn't let me 
hardly breathe. I tried to speak, but my voice croaked.

  "Shawne, don't..."

  "You didn't take my first punch very well. Lets see how you do 
with this one." Shawne then drilled me with another devastating 
blow to the same spot as her first one. Another explosion of 
unbelievable pain engulfed my abdomen.

  I couldn't scream or fall because of her torturous grip on my 
throat.

  She laughed cruelly right in my tear filled face. "That one was 
a very soft one, Peter. Imagine what a full strength one would do 
to you."

  My brain jerked.

  She babbled on: "I love my punching power. It hurts you weakling 
men so much, which gives me so much pleasure."

  She then made an X with her fingernail on my rib cage. "This is 
where the next one will land. I'm going to wait for a while to let 
your pain subside, and to let you sweat. Or maybe you want to 
wank?"

  Shawne finally eased of on her grip on my throat, allowing me to 
get some much needed air. I was moaning piteously and begging her 
for mercy.

  The sadistic woman just kept a cruel grin on her lovely face as 
I totally degraded myself by my weakness. She pushed her hard 
nippled breasts against me once more.

  "What happened the last two times I did this?"

  She then ripped another devastating blow into me, right on the 
spot that she marked earlier - I heard, and felt my ribs cracking. 

  "Auugghh! Oh, noooo! Oh God, no!" I screamed again as the 
horrible pain once more tore through me.

  She spat. "It takes real muscle to hit this hard. Not little boy 
muscle like you have!" 

  Shawne drew another X on a different part of my chest.

  "Here's the next target, Peter baby. You're going to feel how 
hard I can really punch."

  I looked at her huge, rippling muscles through my pain wracked 
eyes. Sweat glistened on her rock hard body, making her immense 
muscles appear even more formidable, yet desireable.

  "No, Shawne, no!" I blubbered. "I can't take any more. I'm hurt 
too much! Please! Stop please!"

  The muscle-bound sadist grinned cruelly. "Why should I stop? I'm 
just starting to have some fun. You haven't even begun to suffer 
yet."

  She breathed. "Besides, my big muscles need a workout. And what 
better workout can I get than by using them to crush your weak 
body."

  She began to rub her firm breasts against me. Her hard nipples 
dug into my yielding flesh. I started to shake in uncontrollable 
terror.

  She laughed aloud as she cruelly sent her pile-driving fist 
directly into my X marked ribs. Crack!

  When her blow landed, I felt my ribs disintegrate and another 
huge explosion of pain detonate inside me. I screamed in agony. 
The pain was even more terrible than from her prior punches. I 
wanted to roll up on the floor, but her powerful arm still held me 
upright. I was vaguely aware of her sadistic laughter as the 
horrendous pain spread through my chest.

  "That was one of my better jabs. The next one will be a true 
power punch. I'll put some real force into it -  then you'll know 
what pain really is."

  She slowly marked another X on me with her sharp nailed index 
finger. This time, on my abdomen.

  "Yeah, baby. I'm going to wait awhile, until you recover a 
little. Next I'll rub these big tits against you again. Then, it's 
hurting time!" 

  My level of fear increased tenfold. The big busted muscle woman 
had me in fear for my life. I looked down her thickly muscled arm 
which held me up. It was as solid as a steel "I" beam and just as 
strong.

  She slowly began to bring her bulging breasts closer to me. I 
looked at the firm mounds of flesh with terror.

  "Nice and big, aren't they? Just like my muscles!" She rubbed up 
against me once more. Her nipples felt like daggers as they pushed 
against my skin. I began to sob uncontrollably in abject fright. 

  Shawne chuckled wickedly while I quaked in dread next to her. 

  Suddenly she delivered an unbelievable blow into my stomach. Her 
fist actually hit my backbone, so powerful was her punch. She 
released her hold on my throat and dropped to the floor, puking 
violently.

  My agony defied description. The pain from this one punch was 
easily twice that of all the others combined. I was coughing up 
blood while my body twitched and spasmed from the trauma of the 
buxom Amazon's battering blow. I writhed in misery for what seemed 
like an eternity. The inconceivable pain would not abate. It 
rolled through me in wave after wave of debilitating agony. 

  Shawne stood above me, luxuriating in my distress. "Suffer 
Peter. I want you to feel this pain forever. Remember that a 
female is causing your torment."

  She giggled. "I'm not done yet! There's going to be a lot more." 

  I looked up at the muscle-bound woman who stood dominantly above 
me. Her bone-breaking fists were planted firmly on her hips. 
Massive slabs of hard deadly muscle covered her entire body; 
especially her huge arms, broad shoulders, and thick chest. Her 
large proud breasts stood out defiantly from her mighty chest. The 
mere sight of them sent waves of terror through me. 

  Shawne's beautifully innocent face belied her sadistic persona; 
except for her eyes. Those eyes burned with cruel intensity. I 
could see her raw hatred for me and contempt for my weakness in 
her eyes as she watched me writhing in mortal anguish. I knew then 
that there would be absolutely no mercy in her. The powerful 
Amazon would continue to batter my helpless body into oblivion, 
using her huge muscles to sadistically inflict more and more pain 
on me...

  My cries of pain slowly changed to those of terror as the 
realization of my impending doom sank in.

  Shawne smiled cruelly. "Now you know, don't you. You know that 
what you've felt so far is just a warm up for the real punishment 
to come."

  She stepped closer.

  "I'm going to see just how much pain the human body can absorb." 
She bend down. "You, on the other hand, are going to feel how much 
pain the human body can absorb."

  She grabbed my hair, and roughly pulled my face up against her 
chest. She rubbed her firm tit against my bloody mouth. I was 
quaking in fear of her breast! Each time the Amazon rubbed her big 
tits up against me, horrible pain would soon follow, caused by her 
incredible muscles.

  Shawne was laughing quietly as I shivered in fear. She placed my 
hand on her massive bicep. The feel of her arm was incredible. 
Shawne's biceps were huge, thick, mountains of pure muscle. But, 
the most astounding thing was the unbelievable hardness of her 
arm!

  Shawne's colossal muscles literally felt as hard as rock under 
her tawny skin. Then, she slowly flexed her arm.

  Shawne's already huge bicep peaks grew even more massive as the 
buxom young woman bent her massive arm. Incredibly, her huge 
muscles also got harder, much harder! What had felt like stone 
before, now literally defied description. Her muscles were so 
incredibly dense and hard that they could have been made of steel!

  My hand involuntarily roamed over Shawne's titanic biceps.

  She pushed her firm breast harder against my mouth and whispered 
in a sexy tone: "I'm going to crush you into oblivion with my 
arms. I'll squeeze in on your puny chest until your ribs shatter."

  The urge to suck her nipple kept me alerted, my aching cock 
began to stiffen once more.

  "But first, Peter I'm going to rearrange your face."

  My level of fear multiplied. In a fit of pure panic, I flailed 
around in a futile attempt to escape the Amazon's embrace. And my 
erection got harder.

  She laughed derisively at my feeble efforts. She grabbed my 
hair, pulled my head away from her breast, and roughly slammed my 
face against her steely pectoral muscles.

  I screamed in agony as my face smashed into the woman's armor 
plated chest, breaking my nose. She pulled my head back and smiled 
sweetly at me. Then she rammed me against her again.

  I whined pitifully as my damaged face again struck her muscular 
chest. Blood was flowing freely from my smashed face. Shawne 
sadistically ground my shattered face against her chest, coating 
it with my blood. The pain was horrible as she mangled my face 
against her awesome muscles.

  My stiffen rod collapsed - pain overrode lust. "Mercy..please 
mercy!...Oh God, ....stop!" I begged weakly.

  "Fuck you, worm! I'm having way too much fun!" She smashed me 
into her big chest two more times. After the second one, I passed 
out.

  I came back to consciousness slowly.

  I hurt all over. Shawne's muscles and fists had battered me 
beyond belief. Blood had dried on my ruined face. My ribs burned 
from her driving blows. The pain in my stomach was incredible. 

  Shawne's sadistic punches had surely caused internal injury. 
Each wave of pain made me think of her big breasts rubbing up 
against me. My fear of the young, busty, muscle woman returned. I 
began to weep, knowing that she was going to return and punish me 
some more. The vicious woman would not be sated. She would use her 
awesome strength to carry through on her promise to crush me into 
oblivion. I was in abject terror of the Amazon, but I could not 
escape due to the damage that she had done to me.

  I could only lay there, in pain, waiting.

  "Well... Little limpdick finally woke up." she snapped. "Look at 
you: crying like a baby. Just like every other poor excuse for a 
man who comes up against me."

  She walked to me. "I'm going to bust you up now. Try to be a man 
and give me a little fight!"

  She reached down, and by grabbing the nape of my neck, roughly 
lifted me to my feet. Shawne turned us so that we were facing a 
mirror. The images that I saw will forever be burned into my mind. 

  I was about five inches shorte than the woman. I did not compare 
to the Amazon. Where I had thin, beanpole arms and legs; hers were 
mighty mountainous limbs of pure power. My bandy chest and pot 
belly looked ridiculous next to her massive chest and flat, 
muscled abdomen. Shawne had beautiful, tanned, and unmarked skin. 
Mine was pale, sweaty, and battered. My nose was smashed flat. 
Both of my eyes were blackened. My ribs were caved in and bruised. 
And my stomach was a mass of ugly purple-red bruises.

  She was standing proud and powerful while my head hung down in 
shame.

  "Macho man doesn't look too good, do you Peter? Look at those 
bruises! I bet your tummy is pretty tender and sore."

  Shawne took me closer and pushed her big breasts up against me. 
I began to shake violently in terror. 

  She smiled cruelly at me and buried her left fist wickedly in my 
damaged gut.

  "Oh God!...Aaauugghhh!...Aauuughh!" I screamed in mortal pain, 
while dropping to my knees.

  Shawne followed up by driving an incredibly vicious shot to my 
kidney. I was again in agony, rolling on the floor, and puking 
blood.

  Without waiting for my pain to abate, the sadistic manbeater got 
me up in a sitting position. She got behind me, placed her knee 
against my back, grabbed both of my wrists, and pulled them back 
behind me. Then she lifted them up, towards her.

  "What I did earlier just made you hurt. Now, I'm going to do 
some real damage." She cruelly lifted my arms higher. "I'm going 
to wreck your body; one part at a time. I'll keep you awake so 
that you can see and feel the destruction of your body!"

  At the same time, she brought my wrists together. The added pain 
was indescribable! I could feel my shoulders stretching and 
tearing as the savage female pressured her vicious hold.

  Shawne pushed her knee deeper into my back, increasing my 
torment even more.

  "Mercy! Oh God! ... Stop! ... Pleeease!" I cried weakly.

  The Amazon relentlessly continued to increase her vicious 
assault. I began to scream as the hideous pain mounted.

  "Cry you weak little shit. Scream, as a woman demolishes you!"

  Tendons and ligaments audibly snapped. I made feeble moaning 
sounds. I was too weak to scream. 

  Shawne laughed in hilarity, loving the fact that her powerful 
muscles were destroying me. She pushed my arms up higher, causing 
even more damage. She pushed me down flat into a surfboard hold.  

  With her foot planted on my back, Shawne started to savagely 
pull on my wrists. It felt like my arms were being torn off my 
body.

  "Pleeease.. Pleeease" I whimpered.

  "Beg me, Conan! Beg this powerful woman to stop the pain!"

  I begged her, I grovelled, I pleaded. All the while, she just 
laughed and kept up the excruciating pain.

  Finally, after an eternity of torture, she released me. I laid 
motionless, in terrible agony. She grabbed my hair and pulled me 
to my knees.

  Pulling my head back, she smiled down at the broken features of 
my face. She put her other hand on my jaw. Pulling on my hair and 
pushing on my jaw, Shawne bent my head, neck, and spine back 
wickedly. Leaning down over me, the Amazon kept pushing me down. 

  "I could snap you like a twig. Your fate is mine for the 
taking!" she hissed.

  I looked up at her, in terror. Her enormous arm muscles bulged 
out in bold relief from the strain of her excruciating hold on me. 

  My neck and back were in horrendous pain as they approached the 
breaking point. I was in fear for my very existence. The muscle- 
bound woman was easily strong enough to kill me.

  My ruined arms hung uselessly at my side. I tried to beg her for 
mercy but - her grip on my jaw was too powerful. All I could do 
was gurgle. Tears of pain and fear flowed from my eyes.

  "Weakling! Just like all men! You're as weak as a worm compared 
to me!"

  She let go off my jaw. I slumped down but, her grip on my hair 
kept me from falling to the floor.

  "Don't worry, Peter. I'm not going to kill you now. I want you 
to feel more pain. You can't feel pain when you're dead!"

  She pulled my head against her stomach. Even through my agony, I 
was amazed at the feel of her abdomen. Her flat ridged stomach was 
as hard as steel. She rubbed my shattered face against her rock 
hard, muscular stomach.

  "Ever felt muscles as hard as these?" Shawne cruelly asked as 
she pulverized my face. My broken nose started to bleed again, 
coating her muscles with my blood.

  Seeing this only caused her to grind me harder. "This is great. 
I could do this forever", she gloated as she ground my face into 
mush.

  Shawne finally let me drop to the floor. I could hear her 
laughing quietly, satisfied with herself. She left me alone with 
my pain for about an hour.




Shawne returned, and - wasting no time - lifted me to my feet in 
one go.

  She wrapped her massive arms around me at the lowest part of my 
rib cage. They felt like steel bands, engulfing me in a trap of 
pure muscle.

  "Now you're going to feel how strong I really am."

  Pushing her big, hard nippled breasts against me, she whispered: 
"I'm going to break every bone in your chest. I'm going to do it 
slowly, one at a time. I'll make sure that you stay awake to feel 
every bit of the agony that my muscles are going to cause."

  Slowly, agonizingly, she increased the pressure. Her arms 
constricted my rib cage in an awesome display of pure muscular 
power.

  I was crying gallons of tears and moaning in agony as the 
terrible pain slowly increased. My bottom pair of ribs finally 
gave in to the woman's cruel strength and snapped... I screamed in 
agony.

  Shawne let me slide down in her arms until my next pair of ribs 
were exposed to her powerful grasp. She repeated her savage 
assault with the same result. I was coughing up blood on her armor 
plated chest as she tore up my insides with her terrible strength. 

  It took her an hour to complete her sadistic task of smashing my 
chest. She could have done it in about five seconds, but she 
wanted me to suffer. And suffer I did, as the busty muscle woman 
slaughtered me with a vicious display of cruel power.

  All the while that she was destroying me, she taunted and 
degraded me verbally. When she was finally through, she let me 
fall ignobly to the floor.
                                                          
  "I'll be back later to finish you."

  She spat as she once again left me alone with my misery. My dumb 
ears catched the fading click-clack of her stilettos.




Shawne returned and pushed me onto my back.

  I looked up at the Amazon who had easily crushed my rib cage 
with nothing but her muscular arms. She put her bare foot on my 
balls and began to press down.

  "Off we go. It's time to get rid of this", she proclaimed.

  A new wave of horrific pain engulfed me. I moaned and screamed.  
I begged, pleaded, and cried for her to stop. Ignoring my pleas, 
she sadistically increased the pressure.

  She had that cruel smile on her face while she mangled my 
gonads. "Say goodbye to your manhood, asshole!"

  Her laughter filled my ears. "You acted like a ball-less coward 
in front of me, so I'll make you one."

  Shawne lifted her muscle-bound leg and with one terrible stomp, 
she smashed my balls under her black high-heels. Blood squirted, 
flesh ripped - the shock of the blow made me pass out.




  I awoke here in the hospital. The doctors say that I'll probably 
live. No-one told me about my body or my genitalia. Is it even 
there or am I crippled?

  I don't have the guts asking the nurse to lift the blanket: she 
looks so innocent and beautiful. She's an angel send to my 
recovery. I am grateful with the situation. Everything is calm and 
arranged, clean and warm. The medical machines keep me alive and 
the nurse is attentive in service.

  Here she comes again checking my pulse. I could see her 
cleavage, she has some broad shoulders and a familar way to move.

  "Hi, Peter. It's me, Shawne. Did you miss me? We can still have 
fun with that what's left..."

  Help me, god!






Men Out Of Their Minds 2000