Hard Times
by GJ
 
              I have been out of work for 18 months. I had fallen on
"Hard Times". Formerly I was the senior  president of an avertising
agency located on Madison Ave. in NYC. I had lived in a beautiful
brownstone, on the upper east side. I was rolling in money. A good chunk
of that went to paying for my fetish of being used, abused, and beat down
by  strong muscular women. I had traveled to Jamaica and been beaten to a
pulp by several huge women I met in a Negril bar. After they finished
with me, they used me to clean their huge ripe asses. In Italy, I hired a
circus performer with 21" biceps to break my jaw on her huge arms. In my
home city, I visited a boxing gym and hired two sisters, both 6" tall,
weighing 185lbs, with 21" arms, to give me a beat down. When they were
done, I lost over a quart of blood and 32 teeth, which were replaced with
my own special doctor on call. He charged exorbitant fees, but I didn't
care. He always put me back together again. Also being a boss, I could
take off several  months at a time, to recuperate from my beatings.
             Now things were different. My last unemployment check went
to pay for my fleabag hotel. I had $12 left in the world. I lost 25lbs of
muscle( no more fancy gym membership at the Vertical Club), was
despondent and somewhat suicidal. Just when I thought all  was lost, I
remember I still had something people might pay for. What if, dear
readers, I provided a service so unique that I could make a good "living"
from it. I decided to try it out. I bought a huge cardboard placard and a
magic marker and began to  draw and write( remember in advertising this
was my  bread and butter).When I was done it looked like
this:______________________________________________
 
                                    
                                     Looking For a Personal Speedbag.
Need To Beatdown and Abuse
                                     Break and Make Bloody, Crack and
Bust, Will Be Your Toilet Too 
                                     So Give me a Try, and You Will
Understand Why, I Am The Best                          
                                         
 
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             My first job came rather quickly. I was walking along, in a
fashionable neighborhood near Central  Park West, carrying my
sign.  Suddenly  a  Hummer pulled up and stopped. The electric window
rolled down and I peered inside. I could see a huge woman, in sweats
staring at me. "Hey you, do you really mean what your sign says?" 
Excited now, I walked up to the monster vehicle, and replied, "Yes
Miss.....You can do anything you want to me, except maim me, remove my
limbs or kill me of course. My fee is $80 an hour, plus you pay for my
hospitalization, should I require it."  I think I had hooked this one, I
still had the gift as a great doer and shaker.
              Waiting patiently, I could see the woman deliberating, as
she sat in her air-conditioned vehicle. "Ok, get in. I will give you a
try. I am so upset my gym class was cancelled because I got mad at my
boxing instructor and broke his nose and jaw for trying to cheat me out
of some lessons." I got in, and immediately I could see that this woman
was easily 220lbs of pure muscle. As she drove I snuck a peek at her
arms. They must of measured at least 24" of pure steel. As my  eyes gazed
further, I could see her mammouth chest was easily 46", and her quads
looked to  be about 34". God, I had such a hardon, and it was difficult
to hide it in my flimsy, worn pants. Little did I know that she noticed
me checking her out, and she could see my erection poking up. As she
drove she mused, " This one could be a keeper. I hope he lasts longer
than my other toy."
               Soon we were at her huge estate, near Deal, N.J. This area
was know for its opulence and richness. When we stopped, I gingerly got
out. My "employer" left the cabin of her vehicle and came around to
introduce herself. " Hi, my name is Ms Hunt, but you can call me
Mistress." I replied, "Yes. Mistress my name is Vincent, I am at your
service!" I stuck out my hand to shake hers, and she clasped it in her
huge hand. My hand looked puny compared to hers. Everything did for that
matter. "Owwwwwwwwwwww!', I felt my fingers breaking. Mistress was having
some fun breaking each finger in turn, until the five digits on my right
hand were crushed. I fell to the ground in pain, holding my hand  under
me. " That is just a taste of what I will do to you, Vinnyyyyyyyyyy" Then
she backhanded me on my jaw once and I flew five feet across the yard and
passed out bleeding as I hit the ground.
              I woke up thirty minutes later, with a throbbing hand and a
dislocated jaw. I was in a huge home gym, state of the art. It had
machines, free weights and a boxing ring too. Mistress Hunter was busily
hitting a speed bag, waiting for me to come to.  Her technique was
excellent as she hit the bag with  her fists and elbows. I could see she
was sweating heavily and I could smell her sweat even from where I
reclined. Then she did something interesting. She removed her pink t
shirt revealing huge, firm breasts. I swear she could have smothered me
with her chest. I got so hard, my dick looked like a periscope rising
from a submerged submarine. She stood in front of a posing mirror now and
began to  make her sexy, incredible biceps dance up and down. Well that
did it. Seeing the sweat dripping off her arms, chest and beautiful 
face. Her dark hair was matted now with  perspiration as well, as it
dripped from her armpits.
               She spied me looking at her, and said, "Crawl over to me,
Little man...on all fours. I need to use the bathroom and am too lazy to
leave here. You must be thirsty and hungry so I am going to see to  your
needs. After all must keep  the help, happy, Right?" I did as she
ordered. My hand was numb by now and I favored the other side as I
crawled towards her. I could smell her ass and pussy. They must have been
loaded with sweat and nasty things lurking. Soon I was right under her.
She pulled me up by the hair, still looking at me in the mirror. My mouth
was pushed onto her wet stinky pussy. "Open wide, she said, and I did.
Then she began pissing down my throat. I was so parched I consumed all 
of her "cocktail". It filled me up, and somehow assuaged
my thirst. Dropping me to the floor now she stood over me, her huge ass
decended towards my mouth. "Time for lunch, Vinnyyyyy". She was now
sitting directly on my mouth. My nose was in her ripe pussy. "Now open
wide and taste what mommy has made for you." I opened wide and Mistress
began to unload  into my mouth alll that was in her intestines. It kept
coming and coming, and I began to  get really bloated. After a time she
seemed to stop defecating and ordered me to clean her. My tongued lapped
up her pussy juices and ass remnants. She used a white glove to  test my
cleaning  efficiency. "Good enough for the first time. You will improve.
Now while I go for a swim you need to rest. You will  be staying here
with me, until such time as I feel you services will no longer be needed.
              Wondering what that was about Mistress Hunter pulled back
her huge fist and punched me in the nose. I could hear it bust open with
a Crackkkk. I could feel warm liquid squirt out and touching it with a
good finger, it dripped red. Then I pitched over and began to  bleed
onto  the gym floor . I was knocked out.  No wonder Mistress needed a
swim, that punch had covered her in my blood and gore. Do you wonder,
Dear readers, what I had gotten myself into? Only time will tell.