Give Me A Break
by GJ
                                                     


Dear readers: This story is purely a work of fiction and any names,
characters, locales, or identities that correspond to actual people, living or
dead , or real life situations, are strictly coincidental. Enjoy GJ

Give Me A Break

Karen Steele was a hit lady. She resembled a famous female bodybuilder with
the initials GD. Her stats were as follows:

Height - 5'7"

Weight - 182lbs.

Hair - platinum blond

Eyes - blue

Chest- 47"

Biceps - 18.5"

Waist - 25"

Quads - 29"

Calves -18.5"

Ok, now that I peaked your interest, Karen was in the demolition business. No,
not that kind, where things get blown up....the kind where things get
destroyed. She specialized in pulverizing men who had been unfaithful to their
spouses/ girlfriends. Once she was hired by the revengeful spouse or
girlfriend, these hapless losers all ended up the same way.....very dead and
very unrecognizable. If their remains were ever found, it would take DNA
testing to find the identity of the pulpy remains.

My girlfriend, Simone was a real looker. Long legs, model type. Lately I was
growing tired of her. I longed for women with muscle...women who were stronger
than me...who had huge muscles that I could worship and lick on. I hired
several to go the "session" route. I tipped them a lot to make sure I always
had a happy ending. I even set one muscle goddess up in her own apartment. In
return she had to make sure that I was, and I believe the term is, "used and
abused." Simone could never understand why I would appear at her door with two
black eyes, or once in a white a broken cheekbone or jaw.

My luck ran out one day. It was summer time and I was driving to my "secret
rendez- vous". I needed to lick hard, powerful, sweat dripping female biceps.
I needed to feel my face being crushed on those mountainous peaks.
Unfortunately for me, Simone happened to see me and followed me to my special
haven. She saw my muscle lady, let's call her Christine, open the door and
yank me inside. An hour later, beaten thoroughly, I emerged with a huge smile
on my broken face. It was then that she formulated a plan of attack.

Spreading lots of money around( actually my money), Simone acquired the name
of a hit woman that specialized in corporal deconstruction. Her name was Karen
Steele. Her base fee was $50,000. Any subtleties required additional fees.
Simone, one very jealous bitch, wanted me removed literally...... turned into
a very wet, red spot on the floor. She paid for me to appear to have this
terrible car accident, where I went through the windshield of my car at 120
mph. The tab would run $75,000. Simone didn't care, after all she had access
to my bank account( ok so call me a stupid prick).

It was not long after the money changed hands, that Christine was visited by
one very powerful woman, selling muscle supplements. Poor Christine put up a
valiant struggle, but to no avail. She ended up with her jaw broken in six
places, all her teeth punched out, and assorted other damage that turned out
to be quite fatal. It just so happened, that I was on my way to visit
Christine, as I had this deep yearning to be gutted by her powerful fists. My
huge cock was poking through my pants, eager for sexual release.

Carrying my small bag with a change of clothes, as I invariably ended up a
bloody mess, I rang Christine's doorbell. Checking my appearance in the mirror
adjacent to the elevator, I turned back expecting to see my very tall muscle
woman. Instead I glimpsed, for the briefest of moment, this huge fist coming
at me. Then this incredible pain..then nothingness. I awoke twenty three
minutes later.

My face felt like it had been caved in( little did I know what was coming).
Rich red blood was still streaming out of my shattered nose. Looking out of
unfocused eyes, I first laid eyes on Karen. She was not only huge, but
amazingly beautiful. Her hair, naturally curly and very blond, offset a strong
yet captivating face. As I tried to clear the mucous membranes of cartilage
and now caking gore, Karen smiled down at me and picked me up by my hair in a
one- handed grip. I was raised five feet above her 5'7" frame. It was then
that I heard her speak. " Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Jones. I
see you are trying to breathe through your nose. I wouldn't if I were you. I
broke it in three places with my number two punch. Breathe slowly through your
mouth and stop dripping red nose juice on my arms. That really pisses me off."

God, she was so strong and I could detect a cloying scent of sweat and
phemerones . My dick began to rise. "Now, why do you think I am here, Mr.
Jones?", asked my Destructoress. As I tried to speak, blood keep dripping down
making me choke. Karen slapped me once and a huge blob of bloody snot flew
against the beige wall next to me. "Try again, and do respond now." I did, and
in a hurry. "You are here to beat me up? Is that it?". Karen tenderly ran her
huge hand over my face. "Actually, NO... I am here to beat you to death. You
know Simone of course...she hired me. There will not be much left of you after
these babies get to work." With that she flexed her right bicep first. It was
bigger than my face. Then she held me with that arm , and repeated the move
with her other huge slab of power.

I tried to speak but started gagging. Karen laughed and said," I understand
you like gutting...well you have never been gutted the way I will do it." Then
her fist rammed into my jelly belly. As it did she twisted it and held me in
the air with just that arm. I began to spasm. She gutted me five more times
then dropped me. Even before I hit the ground I began spewing forth chunks of
intestine swimming in a black red bile sauce. I also shot a powerful load of
cum onto my leg. I was covered in it.

Slowly, seductively, Karen squatted over me , dropped her sweat stain fragrant
shorts and pissed all over me. As she did, she sighed with contentment,
enjoying her complete dominance over me. Finally after a couple of minutes,
all that gore was replaced with Muscle Goddess nectar. I awoke in a sea of
pain. It was then that Karen informed me that she was going to work over my
face.

We were going to play a game that she had invented. It was called "Give Me A
Break". It worked this way. Before me were five boxes made of plywood. They
each had a number painted on it. I was to enter each box, from the back, never
seeing the number affixed to the front of the container. So for example, if I
chose the end box, it might have a ten on it. That meant that Karen would hit
me with a number 10 punch. The number corresponded to the power that she would
use to deliver the punch.. A number 10 was always lethal. It would explode my
face as if I had been shot point blank with an elephant gun. My job was to
find the boxes with low numbers....get it?

I crawled over to the boxes and went ennie meanie miney moe, and entered that
box. I had to stand up tall. Karen couldn't see me. She had to guess where my
face was at. I prayed it was a number one. Oh please let it be a number one!
"Stand tall, and turn your face. I can't see you but I will strike my target,
have no fear. Karen knew how tall I was :5'11". She stood up and threw her
punch. It went through the wood demolishing it. It connected with my jaw
easily breaking it. Blood began to shoot out of the splintered wood. I stood
there unconscious. Looking at me, still covered by the wooden box, Karen
counted..."1, 2, 3". My body obeyed and I fell face first to the ground
breaking it to smithereens. I shot another load of cum into the air this time,
on may down. "Not bad, Mr. Jones...you lucked out...that was only a number two
punch. "

I awoke eighteen minutes later. Teeth dust and mouth fluids covered my face.
"Ok, nap time is over...time for round two. Clean your mess off my fist, now!"
I licked her bloody mallet of a fist and came again. This time the boxes were
made of brick. I crawled in and wobbled on shaky legs. I was slightly bent
over as I heard Karen say," Ready or not here it comes." Then measuring me for
a punch, Bammmmmmmmmmm. It connected with such force, it broke a hole in the
thick box, knocking out all my teeth with one punch. My face looked like it
had been caved in. I stood up , again dripping in my unconscious state. I
never heard Karen say, "OK, 1 , and 2." I collapsed. Karen examined me and
smiled. One or two more rounds of "her game" and I would have the desired look
that she wanted. A true artist...with her fists. Oh the box had a number
three, as I am sure you were dying to find out.

The game lasted two more rounds, ending with another win for my now very
sweaty muscle bound killer. I was virtually beaten to glue... a red thick
paste which was then reduced even more to a runny red syrup. Her fists has
beaten all the spunk out of me as well. I was shooting blanks towards the end
of the game. Simone inherited my fortune, Karen received her fee and a hefty
bonus. In the end both women "hooked up" and moved in together. Simone always
wanted a " real man" anyway. She got that power and beauty as well. Now Karen
only plies her trade when the spirit hits her.