Dorinda  

Part 2 




As I lay in my own blood, fragments of bone, bits of teeth, semen and assorted
other messy, oozy, and distasteful liquids, Dorinda was doing curls with 75
pound dumbbells. As she gazed into the posing mirror, she began to flex her
granite biceps. The mirror reflected those arms and much more. A very
pronounced vein ran down each arm, like a river sending blood to engorge those
pumped- up beauties. Dorinda caught a whiff of herself, and decided that she
wanted me to give her a very extensive tongue bath.

Racking those weights easily, she walked over to me. She was sweating buckets
and that sweat helped to outline ever muscle, every curve on her body. Her
bottoms were stuck in the crack of her incredible ass, and sweat pooled down
her back as well. Looking down at me in disgust, she lifted up my head using
my now matted, filthy, and red- tinged hair. I was still out, and although she
had given me permission to pass out ,after she had knocked out all my teeth
and literally fragmented my jaw, I was still bleeding three hours later.

A muscle goddess lacks patience when she wants something, and so it was with
Dorinda. She looked careful into what was left of my face, and noted that I
was turning gray. My mistress correctly understood my plight. I needed blood
fast or soon, that red liquid would all be gone from my body’s reserves. She
got on the phone and called her friend Renne, a huge female bodybuilder and
boxer who literally had 19.5" arms. Renne promised she would be right over and
soon the doorbell rang.

Renne was ushered inside. She was wearing a muscle t shirt, cut off at the
sleeves, and a pair of biker shorts .It was a hot day outside and this
African-American female of awesome proportions and beauty was dripping wet.
Assessing the situation quickly she told Dorinda what needed to be done.
Dorinda went to the medicine cabinet and brought back some tubing and 2 long
needles. After affixing one pointed piece of metal to the tubing, she handed
it to Renne. "Watch and learn how this is done for when you hit that hard, you
will need to know this technique. I once performed this very same thing on
three men at once, after I had beaten them all to pulps."

Taking the needle in hand she plunged it deep into my nasal cavity. Satisfied
it was sitting in the correct position , Renne took the other end of the tube
and inserted the second needle into her bicep. Actually, it was in the biggest
vein found on any bicep, anyplace, anytime. Renne had a very sexy tattoo
running around the circumference of her arm and the needle rested on a single
part of the colored barbed wire tat. Then, as Dorinda looked on, her friend
began to flex her incredible bicep up and down. Her blood could be seen
leaving her arm, traveling up the tube and into my nose. After pumping for
fifteen minutes, the two muscle goddesses switched place and Dorinda began to
flex and feed me with that red, life- giving juice.

A half hour later I was awake and sitting up, light headed but alive. My face
was soaked in female muscle sweat, and I could smell the muscle fragrance that
is unique to female superwomen. I looked up at both my benefactors who had
saved me......but for what purpose? My eyes almost bugged out when I saw
Renne, for she had these massive arms and quads that were 31". Dorinda was
still pumped also, looking so beautiful."She looked into my eyes and laughed
as some blood dripped out of my nose and down my pink stained shirt."Now it is
time for your toilet training to begin.