The Hellfire Club
by GJ



Dear readers: This story is a figment of my imagination and the characters
bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. If they do, it is purely by
coincidence. GJ

Then

The Hellfire Club was an exclusive English Club that held their meetings from
1746-63. It was founded by Sir Francis Dashwood. It was notorious for
orgiastic and satanic meetings. The devotees worshiped Bacchus and Venus.

Now

The modern day equivalent of the HellfireClub was housed in a plain looking
building on the west side of Manhattan, in the heart of Greenwich Village. The
members were all upper crust and extremely well to do. The annual fee to
belong was $20,000 per person. The physical layout had "rooms" catering to
every appetite( for example, several dungeons, boxing rings, workout rooms,
dining rooms and an underground facility that led under the street to a
special disposal area). All forms of debauchery were welcomed and encouraged.
By far the most favorite area was the bare- fisted combat room. Here members
could sip the finest wines and watch two muscular fighters beat each other to
a pulp. Once a week, on Sunday, the assembled were treated to a wimp getting
beaten to an unrecognizable jelly.

Right Now

And so today, being a Sunday, the 250 wealthy patrons were treated to a real
show. Hans Gruber, the club favorite, was beating a wimp to the consistency of
cherry jelly. Hans stood 6'4". He weighed 245lbs and he had 24" biceps. His
quads measured 33" and even his forearms were almost 18".He had huge tattoos
all over, especially on his meaty biceps. His hapless opponent( if we may call
him that) was named Clyde. He was a homeless guy who weighed in at a hefty
140lbs.

Hans loved to toy with the people he took apart. The interesting thing about
these "contests" was that each patron had an electronic device with a small
keypad on it. If they wanted to see a specific action, they would key it in on
their device and press a numerical pad to indicate how much they were willing
to pay to see that action occur( Sort of an "in your face" pay per view).

As Hans listened in his earpiece he was told that the highest bidder wanted to
see the wimp's teeth knocked out with one massive punch. The cost was 800
units( abt $1000). So Hans lifted up Clyde's already beaten face and said,
"Come, little man ...smile for the audience." Then the muscle man lifted up
Clyde's face and held it at the right angle with his other hand. Knowing he
had to do this just right, he measured Clyde for the straight punch. He had to
knock out all Clyde's teeth at once. As Clyde whimpered and cried, Hans drove
his huge fist right into the wimp's smiling face. BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, Clyde
suddenly became a toothless bloody pulp. Hans instructed Clyde to spit the
teeth out into a gold container that would become the receptacle ,for the
souvenir of the patron who had paid for that action. Just barely hanging on to
consciousness, Clyde spit all 32 teeth out. The patrons went wild. Some women
began to finger themselves as they watched Hans now flexing his huge arms.

The last action to be performed was for Hans to flex Clyde's face on his bicep
until it broke. The cost for this action was 1000 points( about $1200). Always
ready to oblige, Hans rested the beaten man's face on his arm just where the
tattoo said, "This is a real killer". Then he proceeded to flex up and down.
Clyde, unable to speak, felt his jaw and cheekbones begin to be crushed. The
men began to hoot and holler and some women came, gyrating to the flexations
of their favored Hans. Soon, Hans grew tired of this scene( although he did
put 25,000 units into the club's coffers). Flexing one last time, he compacted
the wimp's face so much , that Clyde's eyes popped out and hung by bloody
string-like nerve endings. Hans dropped his now dead opponent when he realized
that Clyde's dome now resembled a pancake. Taking a bow, he flexed his biceps,
as two very muscular female attendants dragged the bloody remains of Clyde to
the under ground disposal area.

As was the custom, Hans now asked if anyone in the audience would like to take
him on in a fist to fist beat down contest. Suddenly, one woman stood. Her
name was Hanna. She had just entered the Beat Down area a scant 5 minutes ago.
Not having a membership, she calmly walked up to the two huge guards at the
front gate and said, "Let me through. Boys. I have business inside." Of course
they tried to stop her entry, saying, "No unauthorized guests permitted!" She
turned to them muttering, "Is that so", and punched each in the face at the
same time, using her fists to punch in their faces. Each dead man stood
briefly and then together, they collapsed at the same instant, pooling gore in
front of the steel gate. Hanna easily dragged their carcasses inside and hid
there remains behind some curtains. You see, she was looking for the man who
killed her brother, a tourist named Fritz. He was kidnaped off the street,
near his hotel called "The Pierre". Shortly thereafter, Hans had beaten Fritz
to the consistency of soup.

Now Hanna was not that tall, about 5'6, but she was all Amazon muscle. She
weighed 180 lbs of rock hard sinew. She had 17" arms, a 46" chest, a 30" waist,
26" quads and 16 1/2" calves. She worked back home in her native Germany as a
bouncer on the strip in Berlin. She was schooled in every martial art and she
had killed ten men once who tried to rape her, one very cold night, on a
deserted street in Dusseldorf. When she was threw, there was not enough solid
remains to identify her would-be rapists.

So now Hanna stood and facing her brother's killer, she said in a loud yet
controlled voice, "I will fight you, you swine." Hans of course laughed,
thinking who is this impudent woman who would dare challenge Me...does she not
see the fresh blood of my last victim on my fists." He motioned for her to
come foward, which she did. It was then that the crowd became hushed as they
got a good look at this Goddess of Pain. Hanna had stripped down to her black
thong and she ripped the sleeves off her silk blouse, flexing for the crowd.
Suddenly they went wild erupting with, " Beat him to a pulp...he has been here
to long. Make him into hamburger and feed him to Shatchie and Frederich, the
two pit bulls in the basement."

Suddenly, there was a flurry of betting as the odds shifted to the newcomer.
Sensing a change in the crowd, Hans thought he better demolish this bitch fast
and hard. He began by throwing a punch into her abs. Of course all he got for
his trouble was a busted hand. He grabbed it in the other hand and began to
moan, "You broke my hand you bitch. I will kill you now." Laughing in his
face, Hanna smiled and turned to him with, "This is how you gut someone
correctly, you dog." Then she gutted him with one punch. When it hit, the
people in the first six rows were covered in a black, bloody spume of bile and
demolished intestine. Hans doubled over, never, ever, having been hit with
such force or magnitude.

Next, fully in control, Hanna took his earpiece away, and listened for the
action that the crowd wanted her to perform. When she heard," break his
jaw"...she hit him with the most powerful uppercut recorded at the arena. His
jaw was unhinged and flopped around on the right side. The punch knocked him
straight up and when his head finally came down to earth, she clocked him on
the other side of his jaw, breaking that too. Now his jaw hung like a
marionette on a string, a very red string of tissue. Almost out now, she
heard....."break his nose, but she wanted to save that almost for the end so
she punched him in the side 3 times and broke about 12 of his ribs.

Hans began to spout blood like a whale's blow hole. As he did, Hanna flexed
for the crowd. They went nuts. The men began to spurt cum and the women
well.... some punched out the men they were with and came in their very
expensive garments. Soon the expensive seats were filled with spunk, or blood,
or fragmented teeth.

Hanna checked Hans and he was still breathing, but she wanted to put an end to
him as he was practically a dead, pulpy mass. Acceding to the wishes of HER
audience, she lifted his pulpy mess that was once his face and said, "OK Hans
...It is time for me to kill you with this big, bloody fist. You know I once
killed ten men with these two steel mallets. I beat them into snitzel...
unrecognizable pulps."

Then Hanna raised his broken face, just as he had just done to the wimp, and
held it up. It was running reds like a faucet now. Pulling back that huge rock
of a fist, she smiled sweetly to the audience......They all could see her huge
bicep swell, even though it was covered with Han's face juice. Bammmmmmmmmmm,
her fist drove his nose up into his brain where it shattered into 100 parts.
Soon rivers of gore ran from his ears, his mouth, even his ass. He stood
there, like some crazy ice fountain, found at one of the Hellfire Club's fancy
dress balls. It reminded some of the movie Kill Bill, where the main character
single handedly kills about 100 men...quite gory.

After bleeding out for about ten minutes, the former Hans folded down onto
himself. It was then that Hanna took his head on her massive arm and flexed it
up and down until his head was the size of a baby melon....and a squashed one
at that. The crowd by this time had spent themselves and the Club itself
received $100,000 in revenues.

The last thing that Hanna did was to stomp on the remains until only ragu
remained. Now satisfied, she realized this line of work was much better than
anything she had done previously. The Hellfire Club had found a new
champion...The very first Female in its history.