Dorinda  Part 4  The End




Dear Readers: In case you are wondering all characters in Parts 1-4 are
fictitious and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. Hope you enjoy.
The Author

For those of you who will recall, I had just cleaned the massive, incredible
butt of the Superwoman known as Renne. I owed her this and so much more, for
she had virtually saved me from exanguination by using her biceps as blood
donating machines. Her scent, her extreme muscularity, and beauty all
converged in my mind as I ejaculated onto her massive quads. Renne began to
deride me as well as my Mistress Dorinda who was so close at hand, I could
smell her cloying perspiration in my flaring nostrils.

Both women now incensed, had death in their eyes, MINE. Grabbing me by my
neck, Dorinda lifted me up like some pathetic puppy dog. Both women decided to
finish me off by passing me back and forth to each other as they rammed their
unbelievably huge steel-knuckled fists into my body and face. I had a strong
suspicion that this time, no amount of transfused blood would save me.

Since Dorinda had me in her clutches first she turned me around and pulled
back her fist and sent it flying. It seemed to move towards my face like some
missile hell bent on destroying its target. Suddenly, it loomed up in front of
me and connected with my left eye. I could feel the eye socket collapse and
could hear the sickening crunch. That side of my face went completely numb as
I heard Renne say "My turn."With that her strong arms grabbed me from behind
and turned me viciously around.

I saw her determined eyes, with the one eye that still worked. As she pulled
back her fist, her immense bicep grew and GREW right before my one terror
stricken eye. I could see that arm, with perfect café au lait skin , taut and
lethal. Her sexy vein protruded and pulsed with POWER as she pulled back her
fist to strike. "Time for a matched set, dirt wipe. Look at my fist, kiss it
reverently before I hit you." OHHHHHH, I did. I kissed it and licked it
lovingly. I knew this was going to really hurt. BAD!

POWWWWWWWWWWW! Her fist connected with my other eye. Renne hit me so hard that
I flew backwards. The force of her punch had literally embedded me in the
concrete wall of the room. I had a matched "set" alright, plus a broken eye
socket and some busted ribs as my body impacted with the unyielding wall. My
pain threshold had disappeared and now I was on fire, whimpering like some
small animal sensing its impending doom.

Dorinda walked up to me in the most provocative way, shaking her glutes and
smiling. "Soon it will be all over, shhhhhhhhhhhhh, it will be okay. Look at
me." I tried, oh how I tried but I had no eyes to see with. I raised my head
as best I could. I could sense a brush of wind and could even smell her
underarm as she pulled back her fist. Her punch landed above my eyebrows,
splitting my head open like a melon. Soon I was covered in blood.

"I think I heard this far away voice, Yes it was Renne’s voice say,"My turn."
I knew this would be it, the coup de gras as they say in French. I was so
beaten, so weak, so ready that I turned my face, or what was left of it up
towards that sound. "Remember what I said I would do if you didn’t follow my
instructions to the letter?"I couldn’t remember what 2+2 was by now, let alone
something that happen a few minutes ago.

Renne looked at me and then at Dorinda, as if to find validation in her face.
Dorinda nodded her assent as Renne pulled back that fist, that man killer
which had no pity nor remorse.I could feel Renne’s palm raise up my jaw
slowly. The one conciliation I did have was that hand would be dripping in
assorted gory juices by now. As her hand drew back, I prepared myself.
Suddenly I remembered where that punch was going. I was right, of course. And
so were you dear reader. That punch, with all its muscle behind it demolished
my nose sending shards like buckshot into my brain. Splattttttttttt! As I sunk
down, sliding slowlyyyyyyy down the wall, I could have sworn I came for the
very last time in my life.