Going To The Dogs
by GJ



Dear readers: This is a story of fiction and any names, situations, locales
and descriptions are purely made up. Any coincidence to real life is just
that.

Going To The Dogs

I came back to the land of the living gradually. Some scent...rather a feral
smell pulled me up from my pain-torn unconsciousness. As my neurons announced
that I was awake, I immediately felt the intense pain in my gut, my limbs and
my ribs. I coughed up red and black goo that shot all over me. I began to moan
as my body sent messages to my brain about the extent of my injuries.
Basically I had been beaten to a pulp...well almost. You see, I felt no pain
as yet in my face. Odd, how odd, I thought as I heard a very seductive voice
say, " Welcome to the land of the living, you piece of shit. You have been out
for quite some time. I have saved the best part for last. I am dripping with
anticipation just thinking about it."

Looking up, I remembered now what had transpired. Before me stood the most
beautiful woman I had ever set eyes on. She was covered in sweat, and
blood...the blood being mine. She had been hired by a rival to remove me
what's the term..oh yes...with extreme prejudice. This cold, calculating
killer was systematically breaking me to bits. She did it in such a sexy way
though...looking at it dispassionately.....any man might trade his life for a
few moments of hands on with Olga. She reminded me of that Russian female
bodybuilder with the initials SO, who has huge biceps and a very shapely,
muscle-packed bod. Her dark, shiny hair was matted with sweat and looked
bleached in places from the various drippings from my body. In addition, I
could see a thick sheen of perspiration dripping from under her arms, ass,
pecs, huge quads, calves and abs. I was so hard. But, how could that be
possible? I was barely alive.

Olga, my destroyer, lifted my face up with one gloved hand. It felt leathery
and yet had a steel quality to it. She began examining my visage like a
surgeon before the operation. Satisfied, she informed me of my fate. "You see
wimp boy...I have hurt you badly. Can you feel this." She pressed on finger in
my crushed abs and a flume of black bile shot out, like an oil well geyser. As
I moaned and soiled myself even more, if that's possible she
continued......"There remains only one thing left to do. My instructions were
that you were to be unrecognizable should you ever be found. So I am going to
deconstruct your face to the point that it will take DNA to figure out who you
are."

I knew this was going to hurt, reallllllll bad, so I tried with...."Please
don't...I beg you. I won't tell a soul who did this to me. I will do anything
if you will go easy on me." Olga shook her beautiful head and laughed. "Well,
since you begged me, tell me what to break on your face first." Looking up at
her I thought for a minute...well I guess my nose after all, it can be reset
and heal. "Thank you my Mistress( she liked when I said that). How about my
nose, break it." I gave her my best pleading look of all. "AWWWWWW, poor
fellow...so you want me to destroy that cute nose, well ok then. " She took a
bag and placed it over my head. It had two holes to breathe with. Then she
adjusted her steel-like fists and said....Lick my underarms dry. I am so hot I
might miss and break your cheek or your jaw." My long tongue began to lick her
very salty armpits and even her bi peaks. In no time I had a raging hardon and
in a few minutes my face was full of her sweat. I now smelled like a lion in
heat.

Running her hands under her arms, satisfied...she began. She raised up my jaw
and held it on her right fist...like a shelf. She pulled back her other arm
and flexed it. I watched its peak dance with power. Then I came with such
intensity that I moaned. It was then that Olga blasted me in the nose with a
straight punch. I heard my nose shatter and soon that bag over my head was
almost filled with red, yellow and mucousy colors. Olga drained it off in a
bucket near my broken feet. She simply pushed my head down into it. My broken
body actually could double up on itself as I drained my nose juice. Soon, that
bucket was fill. I was light headed and almost gone. Pressing in on the crater
that had been my proboscis....I could feel the broken shards of bone penetrate
my brain. From then on, in a twilight state, I heard all the bones in my face
break, one by one.....my eye sockets, my jaw in twelve places, my cheekbones
and all my teeth were blasted out of my mouth as if by some explosive
suicide-bomb.

Olga continued to shatter me until the bones were dust and my juices had
dripped out, neatly. Then she rolled up my body in my Persian rug and brought
me to a meat packing plant where I ended up as dog food for her assorted dogs
that she kept on her property as watch dogs.

As she fed them ME, she laughed and joked with..."Guess he really went to the
dogs, hey my cute doggies."