The Face Breaking Box
by GJ



Dear Readers: This story is purely fiction and any similarities to persons,
names, places or events, is only coincidental. Enjoy GJ

The Face Breaking Box

Have you ever had an urge dear readers, to feel your face being broken into
pieces by the huge fists of a beautiful Amazon woman. Well I woke up today and
felt that urge exactly as stated. So I ate a huge breakfast, got dressed and
head out to see who I could find to "scratch my itch". Driving down Las Holas,
I parked and bought a "specialty fetish paper in the Sun Trust Building, at
the news stand. Skimming through it, I came across a personal listing called "
Break Your Face", which had the trigger words, muscles, bloody fists, Amazon,
and full body worship, in the advertisement.

Just reading this, got my dick so hard, I ejaculated in my new white Polo
shorts. I didn't care, for soon, they would be covered in blood and face
juice. So, off I drove to a club called Fetish. Parking in the lot in back of
the club, I entered quickly, my heart beating fast, for I was so excited. I
was stopped at the door by a huge woman. She was loaded with muscle and had on
a deep blood red lipstick. Her biceps were at least 18". She stood six inches
above me, and out weighed me by 60 lbs at least. I was a very skinny150 lbs. I
could smell the sweat and see it dripping down her hairy armpits. I longed to
put my nose deep inside each pit and lick away all that salty brew. Looking at
me, no sizing me up, she asked "So are you here for a face busting today? You
look the type." Then she put her huge knuckled fist up to my jaw and said one
word, "WORSHIP". I began to lick each crevice between each knuckle. They were
tinged with dried blood. I slurped and slurped until her fists dripped with my
saliva...now red-tinged.

Satisfied with my homage, this "greeter", named Justina, asked for my credit
card. I gave it to her willingly. She swiped it through her machine and handed
it back to me. Little did I know that tonight's dalliance would set me back
$1000.00 Raising her hairy armpit to my face, she said, " Drink up....because
soon you won't have any face to imbibe any liquid with. Then she turned and
presented me with her huge hairy asshole. "Better eat some caviar before you
go inside. Your mouth and jaw will soon just be a memory." I began to feast on
the caviar that she was feeding me. Soon I was full from her pit juice and ass
meal. I then walked through a door marked "Facials". She instructed me to go
to room 6.

As I walked down the hall, I saw a peculiar sight. Each room had a very
muscular Amazon break the face of her victim. Each man was in a box. Only his
face protruded outside of the gore stained prison. Peeking into one room, I
saw a heafty Black Amazon with 30" quads and 20" bis pressing against the face
of her victim with each fist pulverizing his face as she pressed in on his
cheek and jaw bones. Soon I heard a crack and his face oozed down each red
gorged fist of steel. She placed a funnel under his face and all his red glop
started to travel down the funnel's opening to a hidden room below. The blood
would be filtered out (impurities such as teeth, bone and gristle) and sold to
third world countries.

Moving briskly, I spied a door marked number 6. I tried to push it open but it
was so heavy. Suddenly it was thrust open from inside. I went flying into the
room, landing on my back. As I looked up I saw this vision. She was Hispanic,
around twenty-five or so. She has cafe au lait skin and luxurious black hair.
She began to walk towards me. I could hear the floor boards creak, for she
must have weighed 250 lbs of solid muscle. She stood 6'5" tall. Her biceps
must have been 24" at least. From my vantage point, I could see the face of an
obvious dead man....he was beaten to a pulp....with brain matter splattering
his box prison. I came in my shorts again...leaking semen through its front.
My Amazon smiled at this.... I would be drained of all my fluids by the time
she was through.

I suddenly heard her say, My name is Mistress Fuerza( Mistress Power). I am
going to put you in that Blood Box and break your face. First I have to remove
the last victim. He bled out as you can see." So Mistress went over to the
corpse and placed his head on her immense bicep. With one powerful flex it was
reduced to red brain matter and slop. His torso dropped down inside the box,
since he had no head to use as a prop. Stepping on a button next to the box, I
heard a sound of blades cutting something. I soon realized that the headless
corpse was being sliced and diced. It would be sucked out of a vacuum tube and
ground into meat to be sold to....you got it...third world countries.

Disposing of the last victim, she ordered me to crawl to her, on hands and
knees. I readily complied. "I am going to call you my Gusano Pequito( Little
Worm)", she informed me. Now raise up your head and lick the blood and bone
fragments from each of my fists and be quick about it." I slathered each
man-killer with my long tongue, not thinking about the blood muck I was
ingesting. Soon each huge knuckle was licked spotless. Examining my
tongue-work, Mistress said, "Not bad, soon they will be dripping gore however.
Now lift up the lid on the box and move inside. Rest your face on the platform
that protrudes outside it." I did so and waited.

It was momentary respite. Mistress came up to me and moved my jawbone around
using the palm of her big left hand. "This should pulverize quite nicely,
Gusano." That said she began slapping me back and forth, testing the
resilience of my facial bones. She was rewarded with a spume of blood that
shot out five feet in front of me. "I see you are a bleeder, I love
bleeders...now Bleed OUT for me." She used my face as her own private speed
bag, hitting me with powerful lefts and rights, getting into a blood spurting
rhythm. Then she switched to uppercuts which broke my jaw in sixteen places
and caused all my teeth to be pulverized to dust.

Satisfied, she began to work over my eyes and nose...breaking each eye socket
so that the orb hung down by a mucousy arterial thread. She removed these by
plucking them out quickly with each powerful hand, one tug to each and they
were history. Blood squirted out like a faucet into the air. She would sell
these to an eye bank for $50,000. Her fists then worked in fast jabs to first
split my nose apart and then squash it like a huge water bug.....oozing red
mucous.

Stepping back she could see I was just about done. She could see that the box
was wet inside. She surmised I came about five times during my beating. The
cum would be sold to a fertility clinic. That should net about $25,000.
Deciding to finish me off with a powerful slap, she moved my face to the right
position. I was sight...no eyes, no nose, no teeth, no jaw, no cheek bones, no
semen, no blood....In short I was basically dead. Raising her left hand she
pulled it back. Her huge bicep peaked and her hairy armpit was dripping with
my face juice.With tremendous force her hand landed on my face pulverizing it.
It was so powerful that my head flew off my body and landed fifteen feet away.
Picking it up, she realized that it would be boiled down, all the meat and
remaining brains would disintegrate. Then my skull would be sold as an
artifact to collectors. It should net around $8,5000 Turning on the blender
like blades, my body was then made into ground meat to be made into hamburger.
It would be sold to a burger chain called......Come on dear readers, what is
its name? If you guessed Jack in the Box, you win a year's supply. Bon
Appetite