The Head Hunter    
by GJ

                                          
I was viewing an MMA competition. This was different though. It involved a man and a woman, and
what a woman. Her measurements were as follows : Height: 5'6", Weight: 185lbs off season, Chest:
45", Biceps: 18,  Calves: 16\u2019\u2019, Legs: 28" and
Butt: 40". Beautiful blond hair covered her strong looking features. Her record was 45 wins(
this involved killing each opponent), with a finishing punch of her choice. Her name was Jacquey
and she came from Quebec, Canada. As is the custom there, she let her pits, legs, pussy and
asshole air grow. She was a natural  woman in all with all its ramifications. She was
thirty-five years of age.Her opponent was named St Claire. He was 5'9", weighing 200 lbs. He was
imposing looking, to say the least. His record was 20-2. His defeats only came at the fists of
women. He was worried now. And for good reason.
 
Jacquey was beating him to  a bloody pulp. So far she had  busted his face( broke his nose, jaw,
cheekbones, eye sockets and had knocked out all 32 teeth for her collection). He was swaying
back and forth...I was wondering what kept him up. He geysered  blood from his once face. It was
now a fountain  It was everywhere. The spectators loved it and so did I. I had cum 5 times
already...synced to  each time Jacquey broke another part of his face....it was the sound of
bones crunching and breaking.
 
We could all tell it was time for this Amazon Killer to dispatch  her latest victim. Dripping in
his gore, she sexily walked up to him. He was out on his feet, barely awake. She smiled at him
and licked some of his blood off her left ungloved fist. This drove the crowd into a frenzy.
Then she pulled back that huge fist all the way and punched him squarely in the center of his
face. He stood there dead as a doornail, on his feet. The crowd went wild as they saw the
results of that one punch. She had literally punched his face in. It ended up coming out the
back of his head. The head hung by a few strands of neck muscle and then broke and fell down
onto the  canvas. His neck spurted blood almost 20 feet in the air, as Jacquey was walking back
towards her corner, holding his severed head in her hand, another trophy for her
collection. Finally after 8 minutes, he completely bled out and slumped down, a grey shell,
having lost all his precious fluids.
 
The announcement of Jacquey's victor was a mere formality. She had won $185,000 for the short
night's work. She would use some of it to find several victims to practice on. She hired the
best private detectives, from over the world to locate the down and out men who would become her
fist fodder. Little did I know that I would be IT.
 
As Jacquey was climbing down from the  ropes, she saw me smiling at her. I had an awe-struck
look in my eyes, with a hint of embarrassment to  boot. I had cum so many times on myself that
my  jeans were stuck to my  legs, and huge cum spots were readily visible. I also got hard again
smelling her rich mixture of pussy, ass and pits. I was almost ready to  shoot. Reading my 
mind, This Amazon Muscle Destroyer stopped in front of me and lifted her right arm, exposing 
her huge thatched covered pit. "Go ahead, smell it...little man." I did, readily and with much
fervor. As i sniffed, I shot another load, completely filling my  entire underwear. She raised
up her killer fist and bade me lick it clean. I licked away all the  gore, face and brain juice.
Then I came and passed out cold.
 
I woke up at Jacquey's training facility in the mountains. Jackey had not even bothered to
shower. She had peeled off the sweat and blood stained clothes she was wearing for the fight. "
Crawl over to  me now Bitch, and clean me up." I did, starting at her huge peaked biceps, then
her armpits, her gigantic breasts and nipples, then her filthy asshole and lastly her pussy. I
was going down on the woman of my  DREAMS. The matted pussy hair grew in wild profusion. I
licked the sweat and even her cum that still adhered there. Apparently, she always cums after
one of her kills. Soon I smelled like a combination of her must intimate scents.
 
Looking down at my body, she lifted me up  with one  powerful arm and rested my  face on her
diamond-hard bicep. "Feel it's power, listen to  it crush your face to red oozing meat, Bitch."
The she began to  twist and pop that huge muscle, completely compacting my face to blood- mush.
I came one last time, as she was raising her fist for her signature punch. My last thought was,
"I wonder where my head will be displayed on Mistress Jacquey's trophy wall?