Kari




Dearer Reader: As always this is a work of pure fiction and should any
characters or events resemble anyone in real life, it is purely coincidental.

Kari

I met Kari at work. The first thing I noticed about her was her height. She
was easily 5'11" tall. The next thing I noticed was her physique. She must
have weighed 175lbs soaking wet, but it was expressed in muscles ....lots of
muscle. Her biceps were in the 18" range, peaked , vascular and hard...just
the way I liked them. Her quads were easily 30" and her lat spread must have
measured near 50". Her chest though not huge was quite visible in her short
sleeve, open two button blouse. In addition to all this, she had a beautiful,
wholesome face, a girl next door face. Her short blonde hair perfectly
accented her high cheek bones and big, expressive eyes.

Now I am no slouch in the muscle department myself. I am 225lbs of rock hard
muscle and I stand 6 feet tall. I workout heavy and an into martial arts and
all forms of combat including krav maga, the Israeli self defense system. So I
could appreciate Kari's fluid lines and the way she moved. Not long after she
joined the corporation I worked at, we were put on a project together as a
team. I was team leader, having seniority in the company. The project we
worked on involved working sessions after hours, as needed.

Working so close to each other, we became fast friends. I learned a lot about
her. She was 28 years old, unmarried, no boyfriend(s)...owing to the fact that
she just moved her from the Orient. She was an army brat, brought up to be the
son, her father never had. Her history intrigued me a lot but I didn't push it
because I hoped that we could be more than colleagues, much more. Kidding, one
late night, as I escorted her to her car, I joking said, "You know Kari with
all your muscle, you probably should be walking me to mine, hehe." She laughed
and made a strange face.

Well days turned into weeks ,and weeks into months, and our project was almost
completed and ready to be examined by the top brass in management. I was sad
because we worked so well, and frankly I loved watching my teammate walk, bend
down to pick up something, eat ,and push a wayward strand of hair off her
perfect face. It was at those times that her biceps peaked and swelled and
their vascularity sent me into heights of sexual frenzy. Each time I asked
Kari to meet outside of work, she declined, gracefully, but none the less. I
did notice driving her home one day, that she lived in a deluxe apartment well
above my standard of living. I wondered about that to but never made a big
deal about. Once, I even made a pass at her, but she looked me in the eyes
tenderly, putting her hand on my cheek. She had a sad look on her face as she
told me that she had no time for that sort of thing.

I made a conscious decision one day to quell these nagging points that
disturbed me about her..... her past, her standard of living, and the fact she
had no time for dating. So I did what any red blooded, horny guy in muscle
lust would do, I followed her home one night. The thing is, she didn't go
home. She drove to a semi -deserted part of town and parked entering into a
rather dilapidated building. She was carrying a small suitcase and she walked
with confident strides opening the huge steel door quite easily. I know I
would have a problem with it myself.

Giving her time to enter, I walked stealthily towards the door. It took two
hands to sort of open it. I slipped through the slim crack and walked in to
the huge warehouse. Inside were many men and a few women. They were a raucous
group, loud and undisciplined . Come to think of it , this place resembled a
ring.........mmmmmmmmmm.......what the hell was going on here?. Well I didn't
have long to wait because a fat guy with bad skin wearing a tuxedo called for
quiet. He began talking and as he did my mouth opened in disbelief. He said,
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen. Tonight you have the honor of watching a true
artist at work. She is so powerful that she has never lost a match. In
addition, she has put her opponents in Potter's Field, or in the hospital for
several months. Tonight should be no exception. She has 3 fights lined up one
right after the other. After that, there is the challenge round where any one
can try their luck in the ring, should they feel so inclined. As usual , Kari
the Destroyer is favored to win. So let the betting begin." Soon there was a
flurry of activity as money exchanged hands. After several minutes, the din
receded and the announcer called the three opponents to the ring.

The first man to enter the ring was huge, in height and weight. He had tattoos
all over his body. He had a fat gut and stringy, dirty hair. His name was
Stoner. The second opponent to enter the ring was thinner, more wiry with
prominent bis and tris bulging. He was more put together then the first. His
name was Snake. He got his name from the Cobra that was tattooed on his entire
back. The last guy who entered the ring was a real dandy. He had muscle sure,
but he looked like a model for men's underwear. He moved about like he was
God's gift to women. His name was Dandy.

Then, a hush fell as Kari the Destroyer entered the ring. She was so hot, so
freaking hot, that half the guys there has their hands down their pants and
this before the first match had begun. Can you blame them, dear reader? Kari
was wearing a white, form fitting jumpsuit. It hugged her in the right places.
It had no sleeves and her huge arms ,oiled for the enjoyment of the spectators
, were awesome. One man with binoculars, could see the oil trickle down her
ropy veins and pool on her huge knuckled fists. She had those same 2 buttons
opened showing off her thickly muscled pecs. She was a wet dream walking or
should I say fighting.

As I took a seat in the back row, I heard the rules announced. Basically they
were simple. Knock out your opponent and you win. If you lose you end up in a
cold grave or the hospital eating food from a straw. The three men checked out
Kari really well. They began making obscene gestures behind her and laughing
at her. "Come on babe, forget this . You are too pretty to mess up, but how
about we all take turns fucking you brains out...how about darlin?" Kari
turned towards them and flipped them the bird and walked toward her corner and
waited.

As the other fighter excited the ring, Stoner remained. He walked to the
center of the ring and stood there hands at his sides. He motioned for his
female opponent to join him. Kari walked over with a confident air and waited.
Stoner made a big deal about being gallant as he said loudly, "Hey cunt, tell
you what, I give you the first shot. Go for it." Kari walked up closer, always
ready, always vigilant and made a distasteful face. ....."Face or gut, you
pig, take your choice." Stoner laughed and his belly shook ...."Face, I could
you a facial, hahhaha."

Kari stretched her arms and flexed for the crowd. They could see her arms
swell with density and power. Kari came in front of the fat, gross smelling
biker and turned his head a drop to the left. Then she flexed once and twisted
her body, getting every once of power she could from the uppercut which she
began to throw with her right hand. Her bicep swelled and the oil, now mixed
with sweat, ran freely down her arm. She connected with her Monster Punch. Its
one and only purpose was to maim. When it connected with Stoner's jaw, it kept
its velocity, never diminishing in intensity. The results were unbelievable.
First there was a thunderous CRACK. Then one could see it detonate under his
jaw. The people in the first two rows were "treated" to souvenirs. Kari's
punch had knocked out everyone one of Stoner's rotten, decayed teeth. One
woman, began to scream as his jaw, unhinged, flew into her lap, a bloody
jawbone messing up her Gucci outfit. Several onlookers tried to retrieve it
but another woman grabbed it . She broke the jaw of a some older guy trying to
wrestle it away from her. Everyone could see Stoner. His ruined face, having
just been punched in, sent a fountain of gore shooting into the air. He stood
up for a second, with unseeing dead eyes, and then crashed head first on the
makeshift canvas. Kari smiled and flexed for the crowd. They went wild.
.....especially when she said, "Guess he got stoned....poor boy!" With that
she laughed, put her foot directly on his carcass, and allowed the fans to
take pictures of her. After a few minutes, the meat wagon came and carried the
now very dead Stoner to Potter's Field, where he would be dumped. Kari was
pleased in that all the gore exploded outward, saving her from a red, gory,
gooey, slimy painted jumpsuit. Her fist however was dripping in blood and she
walked over to her corner to rinse and clean it off in a bowl of liquid. After
she had done that the liquid looked like tomato juice, in the bowl.

As she continued to flex for the audience, several men were now masturbating
openly. Even some very hot looking women had their fingers in their snatch.
One guy was licking his girlfriend as she flexed her rather large biceps for
him. She came in a torrid blast of noise and movement. I was getting so
hard....I couldn't contain myself and shot my load in my designer pants,
creaming my Calvins. As I ejaculated, Kari moved to the center of the ring as
The Snake entered from the opposite corner. He was smoother, more controlled
in his gate, his demeanor, more than the now -dead biker. He moved near Kari,
assessing her and in one bravado move he did a split several feet near her and
jumped up easily.

Kari no more liked this animal, then her former opponent. She vowed to end his
existence quickly. She did not have long to wait. In the blink of an eye,
Snake threw a front snap kick at her beautiful nose. Kari blocked it easily
and responded with a left hook to his nose instead. The onlookers could see
that move, see her bicep swell and her tricep horseshoe and expand. Her punch
flattened his nose and spread it all over his face. He stopped dead in his
tracks. Kari put down her hands and checked him. He was dead. His body just
didn't know it yet. Her fist had easily sent his nose cartilage into his brain
like the impact of a magnum 45. Kari watched in fascination as Snake began to
slither to the floor, almost as if he had no bones in his body. He began to
twitch for a moment so Kari placed her incredibly muscled leg on his face and
squished it, bearing down with her full weight. That stopped any movement and
caused the now dead serpent to expend gallons of blood, mucous and brain juice
all over. It reminded the onlookers of a garden sprinkler turned on, only it
wasn't water that shot out but red mucousy gore instead.

It took about twenty minutes to clean up the extensive mess. While that was
done, Kari took a drink and playing for the audience. Began a series of
bodybuilding poses such as most muscular, front and rear biceps, etc. Having
done that and amidst the hoots and hollers, the ring was ready and so was she.
She was thinking about the $20,000 she would receive when the night was over.
She wanted a long soak, in a jacuzzi with Sade music playing softly in the
background. Her thoughts were interrupted with the entrance of The Dandy into
the ring.

The Dandy flexed his hard bulging biceps and many women in the audience
swooned. He turned to Kari, and in a threatening tone, but with a smirk on his
face, he said,"I am going to mess you up so bad, that your own mother will
need to take fingerprints to recognize you, when I get done." Then he blew a
kiss at the audience and stuck out his classically handsome face for them to
go gaga over. Kari really wanted to mess this fool up. She hated his type, all
smug and having very little respect for the sisterhood. She countered with,
"When I get done with you, your face will resemble a melon thrown from a 45
story building, you asshole. " Then the two combatants approached each other.

Dandy started the slugfest first by connecting with a right hook to her left
breast. Kari sucked up the pain , which caused her to really want to remove
this guy's face. She was thinking of the movie, Face Off. You remember dear
reader, when technology had advanced to a level where a face could be removed
and transplanted on someone else. In this case, Dandy would have his removed
permanently with no chance of getting a replacement. Kari hit him in the
middle of his forehead once with a jab and then connected with lightening
punches to his cheekbones, shattering them like chicken bones. Her onslaught
was vicious and unyielding.

After hitting him with a sharp uppercut and sending him to the ropes, she took
his hands and tied them to the ropes, effectively immobilizing them . Then she
lifted his bloody face and using it as speed bag, she hit him with hooks,
jabs, crosses, uppercuts, even her elbows were utilized. This went on for ten
minutes. With each passing minute, Dandy's visage was erased. Everyone could
hear the bones breaking at first, then the squishing noises as she made his
face swell up to ten times its normal size. She finished by breaking open the
blood engorged fright mask. It looked like someone had taken a buzz saw and
went to work on him. Finally she stopped and looked at her foe. His once face
kept moving on its on for one minute. Kari , putting her hand in the gore,
stopped it, and with one last punch separated his head from his body. It flew
in an arc and landed in a waste receptacle.

The crowd was hushed as they watched this magnificent, now blood soaked
warrior walk to the middle of the ring and do a s series of one armed push ups
for the crowd. Seeing this, they literally went wild and so did I. I jumped up
and stomped my feet just like the others, completely turned on now in this
morbid yet erotic circumstance. Then she left to shower off the accumulated
gooey gore and return to see if any onlookers wanted a shot at her. After 15
minutes under a very soapy hot shower, she returned looking as fresh as a
daisy in tight white shorts and blue muscle shirt. She saw several men lined
up. This would be the fun part for her.

The deal was, for a $1000 fee, she would punch out any man or woman who so
desired it. She would keep $600 of it for herself. The first guy, skinny, abt
5'4" knelt down as she extended her mallet like right fist. He worshiped it
for a minute and then pointed to his jaw. Kari lifted him by his hair with one
hand and raised him up to her height. She then deposited him on the ground and
ran her fist over his face. She pulled it back, giving this shmoe the best
look of her now sweating bicep. Then she pulled that fist back and in slow
motion hit him once in the jaw. It cracked and shattered like an egg, which is
just what he wanted. He was carried out on a stretcher and soon was on his
face to the facial reconstruction unit of a nearby hospital. Kari got a
kickback from them every time she sent a patient there.

So, as the evening wore on, Kari knocked out teeth, broke more jaws, noses,
cheekbones, ribs ands assorted other body parts. One guy want the works, so
for $20,0000 she beat him to a bloody pulp. He was so rich though, he could
afford it . He came many times as her fists worked him over. He was happy and
so was she. Then she asked for any more "volunteers". I don't know what got
into me, but I wanted this Muscle Destroyer very much. I stood and approached.

Upon seeing me, Kari looked stunned. As I came up to her, she said, "What are
You doing here? You must leave right now, I will talk to you tomorrow at
work." I looked into her concerned face and said, I am not leaving . If it's a
fight you want, then I will prove my worthiness to you in the one way you know
how." Then I took off my coat and shirt and showed the audience my muscles.
They began to scream, "Kill him, Kari...break his face." She whispered so
close I could smell her sweet breath on me, "I will hurt you badly.... you
have seen what I can do. Leave now ,Please." I stood fast, resolute.

I motioned for her to get into the ring. I approached and our fists touched in
the classic beginning of any fight. I began to use my martial arts training,
but I never realized that Kari had several black belts in many disciplines.
She blocked my advances and then hit me with a left cross to my jaw. Three
teeth shot out and landed in bloody trails as they skidded along in the canvas
ring. Then she punched me in the nose, breaking it only in one place. She
wanted to win but no devastate and disfigure me. Each time she connected my
dick throbbed, precum already oozing. Then she went to work on my jaw hitting
me with hard punches. After 5 unanswered ones, I heard it crack. It was about
that time that I came, spewing cum all over myself. My eyes were glassy and I
had a stupid grin on my face.

Kari walked over to me and looked into my eyes. She even lifted one with her
index finger. No body was home. The light was out in the attic. Yet I refused
to fall. I tottered back and forth almost in slow motion. She came up to me
and seductively smiling, binged me on the jaw with her two fingers. I began to
fall on my back. When I hit the canvas with the back of my head, I bounced and
continued to bounce until she placed her 30" quad driven leg on my chest. That
stopped any movement. I was out for the count. She then lifted me easily in
her arms and carried me to a waiting ambulance.

A few minutes later, in her arms, riding to the hospital, she held my hand. In
about 3 months I healed sufficiently to go back to work. Kari came to visit me
often. She feed me, bathed me and even fondled me when I needed it. Then one
day she was gone, like the wind. I was heart broken and never recovered from
my muscle lust for her.