She Just Eats This Stuff Up
by GJ



Dear Readers: This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to those
people actually living or dead, actual situations or locales, is purely
coincidental. Enjoy MANGA!

She Just Eats This Stuff Up

I guess you want to know something about me. I am twenty-eight years old, with
some decent muscle. I always had a thing for super muscular women. You know
like 6', 180 lbs, 45" chest, 20" bis and 30" quads. Oh and they had to be
facially beautiful, not roided out. You know what I mean. They should also be
very good with their fists. Get the picture.

So, for the last year I have been working with just such a woman. She reminds
me of the FBB with the initials RT. She is from Italy, just like my darling
Maria. Yeah we work together. You see we are scam artists. We just bilked some
rich dude out of 1.8 million and we were headed to Brazil to live out our
lives in luxury.

Maria is ripped. You can see every vein in her arms, abs and legs. In
addition, she keeps in shape by knocking out anyone who will pay her for the
privilege. She has done some contract work for "certain" people as well. Her
trademark is that she never leaves anything left of her victims. She beats
them to red silly putty. She once destroyed five guys, all over 250 lbs within
five minutes. She squeezed two in her huge biceps, two with her legs and the
last one was pulverized by using her huge glutes. It was messy but effective.

The really cool thing is, I am so turned on by her. Her animal scent as she
works out, curling 150lb bb, or 65lb dbs. She can squat 525lbs as well and leg
press 1425 lbs too. The best thing though, is that if I ask her, she will
punch out my lights for me. It gets her so hot to think I am coming, as she
pulls back her huge, iron fist and perhaps breaks my nose or jaw or even
cheekbone. She has done this so many times that I don't recognize myself,
after all the reconstruction on my face. She makes me lick her bloody fists by
lifting my head up, pulling out my tongue and using it to clean her arms,
boobs and neck.

Oh, we ran into some bad luck. Our hired Lear Jet Gulf Stream, crashed on a
small island somewhere near the coast of South America.. There was very little
food, just what they had in the fridge and some bottled water. The pilot and
his co were killed as well as the cute cabin attendant named Gretchen. Too
bad, because she had some ass.

Maria was able to rip apart parts of the plane, and made a lean too, our
domicile . She even ripped out seats and made us a comfy place to sleep.
Within a week she was so bronzed. It must have been her swarthy Italian
heritage. I, on the other hand, was not doing so well. Part of the seat
collapsed on me and broke five ribs. I know I was bleeding internally as well.
I was coughing up blood by the gallon. I had reminded me that once I had seen
Maria gut some guy using uppercuts. When he died, he bled out in a lake of
gore. It sure turned Maria on because we fucked all night until I passed out.

Now you have the picture. But there is more to come. Eventually we ran out of
food. Maria was keeping me alive by using a bamboo stick she had sharpened.
She put one end on the peak of her bicep and the other in my mouth. As she
flexed her blood would flow into me. It was not a claret by any means but it
did keep me alive. I didn't have much strength but I would cum as she flexed
over me saying, "Drink my weakling lover. Look at my bicep. Watch it , see the
vein as my blood flows into you."

There came a time when I realized I was not going to make it. We both knew
that. Maria came to me with sad eyes. She had just come from training. She had
fashioned a wall of rocks and was beating them to dust with kicks and punches.
I could smell her sweat and see her now dark hair growing on her pits and
legs, saturated with it. I could smell her even before she got to me. My dick
began to twitch. I was almost out when she kneeled down next to me and gently
raised my head up to her right armpit and gave me a whiff of her scent. My
eyes opened immediately. I moaned as she gently laid my head back down.

The time had come. We both knew it. Maria, with tears in her eyes, smiled and
shook her head. I nodded. We communicated in non-verbal fashion. She was
telling me there was no hope and I was agreeing. The only thing left was how.
Maria was soon to fill in the gaps. She bent down and rested my head on her
rock hard eight-pack. She fixed my tousled hair with one hand. I could see all
the muscles in her arm jump with that move. Then she began.

I looked up at her, coughing blood on her rock- hard stomach. That was her
cue. "My darling I love you with all my heart. I wish there were some way of
getting you out of this, but we both know you are doomed." Then she kissed me
passionately. She tasted blood, coppery and acidic in her mouth. I am going to
have to dispose of you, so tell me how would you like it done? You have always
been weak, compared to me. Just tell me, please. "

We were both crying now. I caught myself for a moment and spoke. "Oh, the love
of my life, my Maria, I knew this time would come. So her is what I want you
to do. I want you to beat me to jelly and then eat it. You will survive on me.
I insist. I am through with life as I know it. Knowing I will help you, give
you sustenance, will make me go easier. One request, make me cum one last time
as you do it.

Maria nodded her consent. Then she lifted me and carried me to a tree. Taking
some wire which she has stripped from an aileron, she tied me to it. Then she
flexed every muscle group for me. She could see my dick rising. Isn't it
amazing dear readers, one can be on the brink of nothingness and yet the dick
shall rise. Do I get an AMEN for that brothers?

At last the onslaught began. She worked my face, breaking everything....ever
bone found there. My jaw was busted in fifteen places. My eye sockets were
ruptured, cheekbones destroyed, nose pulverized, teeth beaten to powder, every
one. Soon I was jelly. I came around the time she broke my jaw for the tenth
time.

Taking a huge bowl she had fashioned from a once flourishing coconut( all had
since dried up in this arid land), she let my face ooze drip into it. Then she
took my right arm and broke it off. She did the same for my left. She would
nibble on those, like a spare rib.

By now she was covered in my gore, but she was getting turned on by it, as hot
pussy juice streamed down from her hairy beaver, splashing all over her legs
and hairy ass.

After that, Maria dropped me, making sure I landed on a tarp so that none of
me would be lost to the hot sands beneath her feet. Then she sat down on my
legs and began to break and rupture everything inside me. Soon she could see
my colon, liver , and intestines. She wondered how that would taste as she
busted every rib in my body. I really was a mess, and getting more so with
each passing moment.

Next she lifted me up and grabbed onto some facial bones that were still there
and my crotch. She lifted me up and slammed me down on her 30" quad. I broke
easily. Then she bent me back, now that I was as pliable as warm Turkish
taffy. Maria literally broke me into two parts. I didn't even crack, just
gushed mush. The deed was almost done. She was getting hungry too.

She stepped on my lower half and karated my leg off my torso. She then ripped
the other one like a chicken bone( a good analogy cause that is what I had
become). Looking down on what was left of me a tear dropped slowly, meandered
by her perfectly formed nose and chin. Then she proceeded to eat the left
over, devouring me with relish( wrong word here for there were no
condiments)...perhaps gusto is better.

So you see, she did eat this stuff up after all. Bon Appettito Maria, mi
amore.