Dental Hygiene
by GJ




Dear Readers: My obligatory cop out states that this story is a work of
fiction and any characters or situations which bear resemblance to anyone
living or dead is purely coincidental. GJ

Dental Hygiene

I always had this "thing" for incredibly muscled women. The bigger the better.
In a bar, one night, I heard these two guys talking. "Hey did you hear about
that female dentist? I hear she is huge. I think her stats are something like
lat spread of about 48", killer thighs at about 28", biceps and calves almost
16" too. She is known as the Extractor because she has these huge fists that
are like wrecking balls. She once knocked out a guy's teeth with one punch.
Now how about that shit!" Well, needless to say , my little soldier began to
stand at attention immediately. I walked over and began a casual chat with
them, even buying a round of drinks. Casually, I "pumped" them for info on
this incredible woman. They handed me a card with here name, address, and
phone number. After that I split and went home and wacked off just thinking
about those huge muscles and what they could do. Have you ever done that dear
reader, wacked off thinking about some extraordinary muscle goddess?

The next morning, being Saturday I got up bright and early, had a huge
breakfast with sausages, eggs and lots of toast with butter. Ok Ok, so I am an
overweight glutton with about 12" biceps. I called the number on the card and
soon I was talking with the fantasy woman of my dreams. I made an appointment
right before closing. For the rest of the day, I played some mixed boxing
videos, especially getting hard when one blonde, incredible woman, knocks out
some fat guy and he ends up out cold in her pool, dripping blood. God, I came
buckets viewing that one.

About 4 PM, I entered her office. It said," Extractions and Reconstructive
Surgery Our Promise ", now wtf did that mean. Soon, the most beautiful vision
I have ever seen entered the waiting room from the examination suite. She was
so incredible, that taking one look I shot my load in my jeans. She had blonde
hair, strong jaw, a smirky- I can kick your ass smile , and the numbers seemed
about right that my two former bar buddies had bragged about. I think her
calves were more like 16" and her bis too. Anyway, she had on a white smock ,
sleeveless, with a zippered neckline, which was, I am happy to say,
three-quarters unzipped. I got a look at her full, tanned breasts and her
short smock came about 2 inches below her cootch.

She came up very close to me invading my "personal space". As she came near I
made several observations. The first one astonished me as I saw tufts of hair
under her arms. In addition she exuded a feral quality, emanating from her
pits. She was wearing very short black leather gloves. They were unique in
that they had sheer material encasing her knuckles. Each one was huge. I
imagined the damage that any one, or all of them could do to me. They could
turn me into jellied ooze easily. In my reverie, I heard her say, " Hello I am
Mistress Liz, how do you do." She extended her hand and I took it. Still
smiling, she squeezed it and the effect was instantaneous. I felt unbearable
pain and heard the bones crack and splinter. I began to cry and moan.

Mistress Liz took delight in my suffering. "Suck it up, wimp! You soft babies
make me sick to my stomach. Now shut up because I need to do my preliminary
exam on you. " Then she pushed me into the examination chair and adjusted its
height until she was satisfied it was just right. Explaining what was to
follow, she told me, "I am going to check for any weakness in your mouth and
jaw. Don't move! " She came up so close to me that I could smell her animal
sweat and see it dripping, cascading down her pits. Then she lifted my head up
unceremoniously, and placed it on the peak of her bicep. I became light headed
just being that close, feeling that engine of power. I couldn't help myself, I
was so hard and precum oozed down my leg. Suddenly Mistress Liz flexed, and
her melon-like bicep compacted my jaw with a vengeance. I heard a crack, and
blood began to run down my mouth with river-like intensity. Some of it got all
over her smock and even under her arms, dripping from her hairy, sweaty pits.

I could feel her probing my mouth and jaw moving it in several directions,
causing greater pain with each movement. Finally, stopping she assessed my
condition aloud with " Okay, you have a several malocculsion and your teeth
will need to be extracted as well as a full jawectomy. My fee is $10,000, so
give me your credit card and I will run it thru." I handed it to her gladly
for then she would stop this torture. She walked away from me and I got a
great view of her incredible muscular ass. She actually flexed her glute
muscles and her smock ripped down the center, exposing her sweaty ass crack.

I laid there, in that chair for who knows how long. I kept drifting in and
out. After awhile, I came around. It was the pungent order of sweat and steel
that woke me. I failed to notice that my Mistress had a steel band around her
other bicep. Flexing it close, I saw that band begin to expand and then crack.
After three flexes it's bonding gave way and it split in two and landed loudly
on the floor. "Hey, stay awake, see that is what a jawectomy is like.
Something for you to look foward to, you puny worm."

Mistress Liz began to tell me about the procedure that I would undergo. First
she would extract my teeth and then remove my jaw. "Ok lets begin", she told
me. With that she adjust the chair so that my body was lying in a prone
position. After stepping on a switch located by her foot the headrest move up
to just the precise angle. Satisfied, she was ready to commence. But, before
she could I blurted out, "How about an anesthetic, Mistress" She looked at me
in astonishment and laughed. "Why, I have a powerful anesthetic in my fist but
you had better not go out or I will deal with you in a most harsh manner. Dear
reader, do you know the name of the old song that has that lyric in it, sung
by many famous female singers?

Now, with resolve and gusto, my Mistress pulled back her right fist and looked
me in the eye. I was shaking uncontrollably. I could see each huge knuckle. I
could see the fine blond hair on her arm and bicep. Then I saw a fist
traveling like a jet towards my mouth. I felt intense pain and I heard my
teeth collapse as she followed thru with her punch. Fifteen of my teeth were
knocked out and they slid down a waterfall of blood and mouth juices to land
on the floor.

I began to wail uncontrollably, "You knocked out my teff, Oh God!" I dimly
heard in response, "Yes, and now I will knock out all the others", then a
sinister laugh. Mistress Liz turned my face to the opposite side and held up
her other fist. "Kiss it for good luck, hahaha." I complied ,dripping saliva,
blood ,and tooth fragments on her leather clad wrecking ball. She then pulled
back and hit me on the opposite side of my mouth. I was pushed back into the
chair as the remaining teeth exploded outward landing on the floor like pieces
of buckshot. I was also out cold.

Remember, dear reader, her admonishment to me when I first got into the chair?
Well, this Amazon "dentist" was incensed that I was out cold, not following
her directions, her edict. She began to slap me several times, spraying blood
against the walls of her examining room. When I came to, she pulled back her
fist and hit me square on the nose. I thought that punch had sent my once
noble proboscis into my brain, but Mistress was very careful not to do that.
My nose was split right down the middle and shards of bone began to ooze out
and run down my chest. Then she hit me in my right and then left eyebrow. In a
matter of seconds, they swelled and like eggs about to hatch, split open and
spewed forth torrents of gore and eye juice. I began to moan with the most
sever pain I had ever imagined.

Having her anger assuaged, this woman of pain lifted up my jaw and rested it
on her other bicep. "Now I am going to finish your procedure, you weakling."
She rested my jaw exactly on its peak. "I hope you enjoy the privilege
afforded you, because after this you won't have a face left." Then she
compacted my jaw and my check bones and began to slowly flex it up and down,
up and down. After several flexes, and thru experience, she stopped . Lifting
my head up, she said one word, "NOW". At that precise instant, my jaw split in
half and fell to the floor amongst the other ooze, gore and body parts and
fluids. Of course I was done for, and yes, dear reader, as my jaw broke, I did
manage to shoot my load into my shorts, just before I expired.

I never did hear her say, CUT!" I never did see my two drinking buddies from
the bar appear from behind a secret hidden door. I never saw the video
equipment surreptitiously hidden there. I never heard them say,
"Congratulations Liz, this video will make us millionaires, you do incredible
work". I never saw Liz, raise her huge bicep and adoringly kiss it as she
smiled and thought about all that money she was soon to rake in.