Fists, Inc.



Dear readers, please be aware that all characters in this story are figments 
of my imagination and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.                                                  


I had this severe problem. I had entered into a contract with someone but
later realized, that since I signed it, I would eventually lose a lot of
money. I called up the other party and tried to reason with him, He was a big
muscular guy, way bigger than me. I tried, really tried to get this settled
amicably but to no avail.

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I was having a drink in a bar downtown and mentioned my plight to Jake, the
bartender. As I nursed my second low carb beer, Jake looked at me with his
wise, seen it all, done it all eyes and said, " I just might have a solution
to your problem." Have you ever heard of Fists Inc?" "No", I replied having my
interest peaked. ‘Well here is the address and number. I will say no more
about it !" Really curious, I made a note to call in the morning. I finished
my beer and headed home to my apartment and was soon asleep.

The next morning, I went to work and at lunch dialed the number Jake had given
me. After 3 rings a woman with the most wonderful voice announced, that I had
indeed reached Fists Inc. I made an appointment to see the President, a Denise
Bouchard on the coming Saturday. The week progressed quickly, and soon is was
in front of a very unassuming building, in an up and coming ( some people
might say gentrified) part of town. I used an elevator to get to the top
floor. It looked like a reconditioned loft. It was tastefully appointed with
dark red paint and modern art on the walls.

I walked up to the receptionist. She was a stunner. She was wearing a green
suit pant that offset her lovely green eyes and red hair. I couldn’t see all
of her, do to the fact that she was seated. However I did see an ample chest,
wide shoulders, and a pair of arms that I drooled over. God, those arms must
have been 18" around. She was working on the office PC and was typing away
intently. Her suit coat was draped over her chair. I stood there with my mouth
open and my hard on growing by the second. This amazing goddess was named
Colleen. She pleasantly asked me to have a seat and resumed her typing. So
here I was, sitting across from her, looking at those arms, her pecs, her
football player-like shoulders. As I thought about the name of this company I
focused on this beauty and before long, my dick was secreting its gooey
mixture down my leg.

Several minutes later, she got a buzz from the office and told me to go in. As
I crossed the threshold, I noted that whoever had designed it, must have been
an architect because it was huge. It had several rooms. Almost immediately, a
woman entered and came over to shake my hand. She told me her name was Denise
Bouchard and that she was the CEO of the company. As I took her hand, she
squeezed mine. Honestly I thought my fingers were broken. She was about 6'3"
in flats. She was wearing a Dior blouse and pants and one piece of jewelry, a
gold bracelet around her right wrist.

Now truly, I have never seen anyone with that degree of musculature in my
life. I estimated her chest to be 45". Her calves looked about 19". Her quads
must have easily hit the 32" mark. Her arms, although covered in her silk
chenille blouse, strained against the fabric. They looked at least 20". As for
her face, she had dark hair, really well cut. Her makeup was minimal, as her
skin was flawless. "Have a seat Mr Jones, won’t you?", she said. I stood there
like some puppy looking at his master who had a big juicy bone in his hand. As
that analogy occurred to me, I thought about the Boner that was poking through
my pants. "How may we help you, Mr Jones", she intoned in a very sultry voice.
I did eventually find my voice., although it was so meek, I imagined that it
came from my "little head" and not the big one. "Well can you tell me about
what services you provide,"I asked. Ms. Bouchard moved her chair closer,
lifting the big wooden oak piece of furniture with one hand. OHHHHHH, I got to
see her arm strain against the silk, and I could swear I heard a tiny ripping
of the fabric.

Almost conspiratorially, this walking wet dream pushed a console button on her
desk, and a huge projection screen descended. "We provide a unique service
here, unlike any other. Why doesn’t my presentation speak for itself?"
Suddenly the room turned dark and , a picture appeared on the screen. It
showed a man, who obviously had gone through his car’s windshield because he
was unrecognizable. Literally his face looked like jelly, red strawberry jelly
.I could see that every bone had been shattered and in the next slide, his
teeth were gone. He had stumps where they had once were attached to his head.
I was speechless, but said nothing. Soon thereafter, a video came on. This
time, the images looked like some museum.

There stood Ms. Bouchard, pointing to several large display cases. As she
spoke, she pointed to one case that had a collection of bones in it. They were
bleached white. As I looked closer I recall seeing a similar display in a
museum in Texas. It showed the bones of Indians who were dug up in their
ancient burial grounds. These bones were jaw bones. As she moved on, this
amazing woman pointed to another case showing various necklaces The necklaces
were teeth , which were strong together.. The CEO explained that her staff had
caused all this damage. And guess what reader?, that’s right, they did it with
their huge , hard fists and steel like muscles. As the lights came on and the
video ended, I noticed that Ms. Bouchard had a red leather binder with numbers
on it. She came really close to me now. I could see the fine pores in her skin
and peaked at her arms. I shot my load. again, making a mess of my Docker
khakis.

Her services were expensive but foolproof. To rearrange a face would cost
$5000. That was a minimal. That included 12 teeth extracted and the nose
fractured and jaw dislocated. For additional fees, one could order the jaw
broken up to 8 fractures and even total extractive
services. For $25,000 the prospective victim would receive all this plus
broken eye sockets and cheekbones. As I looked at the price list, I made up my
mind.

I told her about my financial plight and even said I could come up with the
required fees. My "partner" would get the whole treatment, everything. To seal
the bargain, Ms. Bouchard led me to another room. It had an antiseptic look to
it, steel tables, strong lights, and what looked like some sort of vacuum
pump.. This was rather large and at this point, I could see the flexi-tubing
tinged with red and grey and other assorted body fluids. What really caught my
eye was a man, beaten beyond recognition, laying on the table. His nose was
broken, as well as his jaw in at least 8 places. He had no teeth as well. His
eyes were closed and the lids 5 times their size. As a matter of fact, his
whole head looked like a balloon head. I wondered if I pricked it , it might
explode in a gory pattern.

As I looked closer, Ms. Bouchard told me that she personally handled this
"gentleman". It seems his wife hired FI (Fists Inc.) to do the deed. As she
walked back to the door, she told me she wanted to change for her workout and
would be back in 5 minutes. I nervously went back to the outer office to wait.
About that time Colleen entered wearing black, tight shorts and a deep red
muscle tee shirt with the Logo twin fists and the Letters FI emblazoned on it.
She had on red sheer nylon gloves and had a tall drink in a frosty mug. "You
must be hot, can I interest you in a cool drink." I eagerly took it and gulped
it down. I was Hot. My body was hot, the blood in my veins was hot. My crotch
was hot. In short, the drink tasted great. It reminded me of a pina colada,
but it had something added, something I couldn’t place.

Well it turned out that added ingredient was a tranquilizer. Within 3 minutes
I was buzzed, not out but buzzed. I felt strong powerful arms lift me up and
carry me into another room, an exact duplicate of the one that held the
beaten, bloody man I was placed in a chair that reminded me of something found
in a dentist’s office. I could see Colleen working her biceps by doing curls
with 80 lb weights. After a few sets, she stopped and came in front of me.
"Mr. Jones, wake up", she said. With that she began to bitch slap me about 5
times. Her slaps almost dislocated my jaw, but being a pro she stopped short
of doing that. As I came to, she explained that the man I wanted to be beaten
to a pulp had already paid the firm the required $25,000 to do it to me. In
that way, he would get full control of the company. So now it was all clear, I
had been set up by Jake, and these women as well.

"Ok, good. I see you are a bleeder. We will need to turn the suction on to
high once we get started. I am going to prep you for Ms. Bouchard who will
complete the order." With that, she came quite close and extended her arm into
a huge bicep. Her fists was like a martial artist’s who constantly breaks
bricks with bare hands. I could see a glow on her face, she was going to enjoy
this. That bicep was now so close and I couldn’t stop, I had to touch it,
squeeze it, lick it. "Go ahead feel my fempower, enjoy because soon your face
will be history."

Once I had licked and cleaned and worshiped that peaked arm, she placed it
directly under my jaw. "As I prep you, I will explain what I am doing," she
offered. "First I am going to squeeze your jaw in my huge arm. You will feel a
painful sensation, light- headedness, and even bones cracking in your, but
just a tiny bit."As she began, she used a small fraction of her power. I felt
all those things and more. It was odd, I could feel blood oozing out of my
mouth. It was thick and wet and as it left my jaw, it dripped onto her
arm."Ah, as I suspected you bleed easily, I like that in a man."She lifted up
my head in her red-gloved hand and examined me. She poked me and actually felt
my jaw. Satisfied, she let it drop down on my chest. I was out cold.

Her powerful slaps, once again, brought me around. This time it was different
however. My jaw had tiny fault lines in it and the backhand ones were also
causing huge amounts of blood to run down. This rather nonchalant Poweress
turned on the suction and soon all of the red goo was sent someplace, probably
in storage in the basement to be later emptied out. I was out of it by then so
she grabbed me by my cock and began to twist and squeeze it in her
bone-breaking grasp. That brought me around quickly and as I moaned, Colleen
came close and in a firm, commanding voice ordered me to lick my blood off her
fists. I did. Wouldn’t you? I took a long time in doing that, somehow
appreciating the texture of her knuckles encapsulated in her red, latex, sheer
gloves.

After that she began hitting me in the mouth, nose, eyes, cheekbones and
jaw."I am marking the areas that the boss will work on. Hahaha, this is so
much fun."She seemed to know just what force it would take to blacken and
bruise those areas. It was like on Extreme Make Over, when the plastic surgeon
draws those funny lines on the patient’s face as a guide for the impending
surgery. Soon my face was swollen and marked for Ms. Bouchard. She would
preform my facial "surgery" without the benefit of a scalpel or bone crusher..
Her fists would do much more, oh so much more.

Just as I heard Colleen say," Well we had fun but Ms. Bouchard is coming
now.... hahaha........This is really gonna hurt so enjoy Mr. Jones." She began
talking some close up pictures of me then, concentrating on my jaw, and mouth
especially. She moved the chair I was in with a foot control. It adjusted my
face in many different angles. Later her performance would be evaluated by the
all female team. All of these wonder women had specialized training in facial
reconstruction as well. One might say they majored in Facial Deconstruction.

I felt a presence in the room just then. As I looked up through swollen
eyelids, Ms. Bouchard came into focus. "How is the patient doing, Colleen? Is
he all prepped for me? I wasn’t concentrating on Colleen’s response now. Ms.
Bouchard was a vision of raw power, dominance and sexuality. She was wearing a
black pair of shorts made out of some vinyl material, a red muscle shirt of
the same material with the ever present FI logo and gloves to match.

As she came closer, I could see I was wrong. Those arms of her’s must have
been 22" at least. She shined a light on my face and examined her assistant’s
handiwork. "First class job Colleen, I will take over now. You wash up and
stay by the front desk. I am expecting calls from some new clients in about 30
minutes." "Yes ma’am" was all I heard. I could hear the door close into
another room, probably the shower room. Then Colleen was gone.

Alone with this face-killer, I trembled. Yet I also was so turned on. As I
looked painfully at this woman, I could see her glutes were pumped. Striations
ran down, along her marbled thighs. As she walked away for a moment I glimpsed
her butt. It was stretched so tight against that vinyl material and looked so
good. I wanted to kiss it, taste it, eat it. I was in great pain now and
moaned incessantly. My Torturess paid me no mind at all as she walked towards
me with lithe cat-like movements.

"Okay now, its time to get started. As you suspect, you will get the full
treatment. During this process you will feel excruciating pain. You may think
that will save you. That you will pass out and be spared. Oh no, Mr. Jones,
each time I knock you out, I will wait, revive you and continue. We are going
to have real fun." Just to make sure you show the proper attitude I want you
to look at this. With that she flexed the biggest arm I have ever seen right
in front of my face. As I studied it, I noted the high degree of vascularity
that was present there. She began to flex up and down and I could see the huge
mound of power rise and fall. I could see drops of sweat roll off it as well.
I could smell that sweat emanating from under her arms.

"Kiss it!, Worship it.... for this is what will rearrange your face, beat it
into jelly, a mushy paste." I licked and kissed as I had done with Colleen’s
arm. Yet this seemed twice as powerful, as deadly. Soon her other arm was
there and I repeated the process. Then on to her fists. "My knuckles have a
huge span. They can break anything." She measured each protrusion and on the
average each knuckle was about an inch across. I began to whimper now, from
fear, sexual tension and from some unknown truth that I would end up like that
piece of meat on the slab in the other room.

Ms. Bouchard stood in front of me now. Suddenly her fight fist connected with
my left jaw. POWWWWWWWWWWW. I heard a deafening crack. She had broken my jaw
on that side with just one punch. In addition, 9 teeth were extracted. They
oozed out on a river of blood and other jaw remnants."See how this works.....
Wakey wakey." She had punched me out so easily. To bring me around she began
squeezing my balls. "Wake up or I will break these plums in my hand." I was
brought back to my senses by an intense pain in my groin. As I opened my eyes,
I saw this woman move her mouth and say, " Much better, hahaha...remember you
must feel all the pain."

As I moved my head, great gobs of blood spilled out and down my shirt front.
As before, I heard a pump turned on and soon the liquids , now building up and
pooling on the floor were sucked up. Satisfied, Ms. Bouchard continued for 27
more minutes in the same manner. When she had finished, she took a video of my
broken, blood -meat face. She noted that my jaw was hanging by a thread, all
my teeth were knocked out, bagged and soon to be made into a necklace. In
addition my nose was squashed flat and my eye sockets were broken as well as
my cheek bones. Basically my face had no more shape. It was an amorphous,
pulpy mass.

I never heard this powerful woman make a call from that room. She did so to
inform my partner that the job was done. She thanked him for his prompt
payment and answered all his questions. "No, Mr. Smith he will be never be
recognized. He looks like he was shot in the face at close range with a
cannon. Have no fears for our work is guaranteed." With that she hung up the
phone.

Looking down at me, she smiled when she saw that I had managed to ejaculate.
Reaching for the buzzer, she asked another staff member to begin the cleanup
and removal process. She went off for a long hot soak in her private jacuzzi
and a massage with a hunk by the name of Bruno. Beating someone to a pulp got
her ever so hot.