Dorinda Part 1 




Dorinda was a female boxer. Her speciality was beating her male opponents to a
pulp. I crossed her one day, not responding fast enough to her command.
Therefore she took me to her gym. She was a beautiful, desirable woman, in a
blue bikini. Her muscles rippled everywhere, especially her huge arms. She had
a tattoo on one bicep and rings on both fists, for more crunching power. She
ordered me to kiss her large, hard, pumped muscles. I complied and she told me
to kiss each one and then lick the sweat off each, in turn. I even licked the
sweat from under her arms, thinking she would spare me. Her underarms had a
very feral smell, not unappealing at all.

"Stand up, I want to test your jaw ", she commanded. As I did so, she punched
me with an uppercut, using minimum power. She heard a crack and saw a visible
fissure along my right jaw. "I love men with glass jaws", she teased. "You are
a wimp, I didn’t even hit you hard!" Blood began to drip out of my mouth and
run down my face and begin to pool on the floor. Dorinda ordered me to lick it
up. I did and pronto.

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Dorinda saw my aroused state. Her woman scent was a combination of sweat and
steel and very strong. It was turning me on. After she hit me, my eyes crossed
and I grew harder. Dorinda was amused and began to laugh. "So you like being
beaten to jelly by a beautiful, muscular woman, eh"? I nodded, finding it hard
to talk. "Tell you what, I will break your jaw in as many places as I can.
After I have demolished it and it has fall in pieces to the floor, I will use
you as my toilet slave." That got a reaction, alright.

Dorinda placed my jaw on her biceps and began to squeeze. She could hear bones
breaking in my face. "I will crush your jaw in my massive biceps, like a nut.
She alternated each arm, wanting to work them out equally .The sweat from her
immense arms burned as those killer guns continued to compact my jaw. Soon the
floor was covered in my blood, saliva and jaw juice. Dorinda ordered me to
lick it from her arms and off the floor. I managed to do that very painfully
owing to the fact that she had dislocated my face. She tasted wonderful, a
combination of saltiness and raw power.

Next she told me she was going to use me as her own personal speed bag, bare-
knuckle style. She informed me that when I was done, my teeth would decorate
her floor and she expected me to pick them up, all 32 of them, and place them
in a baggy for safe keeping. She was going to make a necklace out of my enamel
offerings. First, I had to kiss and lick each huge fist, and beg her for the
privilege. I did just that, getting blood on her steel-like knuckles. "Lick it
off now!" was all I heard, and I made sure ever red drop was removed.

She smiled at me and positioned my face just right and jabbed me three times .
The first connected with my face on the right side. The second followed
immediately on my left and the third hit home right in my mouth, dead center.
The effects of those punches were immediate. With just three medium punches I
began to spit out all my teeth, one at a time, like little white mints, one
after the other on the floor. When finally, the 32nd tooth landed on the floor
, Dorinda got a plastic bag and I had to scoop them up, bloody strings and
all, and put them in the zip lock bag and close it so that green strip was
visible.

Dorinda had been my dentist that afternoon having perfectly extracted all my
teeth. She inspected her handiwork, noting the wonderful job she had done. By
this time I was almost out, acting like a drunken sailor on shore leave. "You
may not pass out unless you get permission from me wimp boy!" It was truly
difficult trying to concentrate with the intense pain I was experiencing.
Somehow I stayed awake. I felt like I was going to explode with the most
intense orgasm.

Noting the time, my Muscle goddess began hitting me with full face shots, one
after the other. One could hear the crack as they landed. The only other sound
was the drip, drip, drip of blood splashing on the floor. Each time she broke
my jaw she counted . I could feel each of her punches, see them too before
they struck . Her knuckles were like huge assault weapons. After each punch, I
felt the most intense pain imaginable. Yet, could it be......yes I was fully
aroused again. I could hear an audible crack as well, like a big oak tree was
falling after being chopped down by some huge female lumberjack ( or is it
Lumber Jill?). In slow motion the punches glided home. I remember her sinuous
arms as she alternated with right and left uppercuts, crosses and hooks. Beads
of sweat ran down her underarms, biceps and chest. My head bobbed back and
forth like on some invisible wire.

When she got up to six, she stopped and walked completely around me, noting my
condition. She also noted the big wet spot on my shorts as I had ejaculated
into them with the most intense orgasm of all. She then came up real close ...
so close I could smell her. Using only her thumb and index finger, she binged
me on the center of my jaw.

The result was truly amazing, as all the fissures created by her punches
became one, and my entire jaw bone shattered and fell in pieces to the floor.
Dorinda had performed a perfect jawectomy. My eyes were shut tight and I
swayed back and forth from heel to toe, like on some storm tossed sea, but I
never passed out. "Good boy, you were very good and although you bled out too
much, you may now pass out. " And so, that is how I ended up on her floor in
my own blood. It permeated my hair, clothes and body. It especially created a
red goo, when mixed with my semen stained pants. I never even heard her say,
"Sleep! When you finally do wake up, I will train you to be my toilet slave
.Lacking a jaw and teeth should prove very beneficial for my purposes."

(To be Con’t)