Paula by GJ Disclaimer: Dear reader: 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 Paula I had been working out at a gym downtown for several years. I was a muscular, 5'9" tall, 180 lb., 28 year old hunk. I had just finished my incline bench press with 240lbs and was preparing one more drop set of 225lbs. As I looked around, drinking some water, I spied a beautiful young woman enter and begin to warm up. From my vantage point, I noted that she was about 5'7",weighing maybe 165 lbs., approximately 22 years old and rippled with muscle. Her beautiful face was framed by silky blond hair cut in a blunt fashion. As she bent over to stretch, I saw the most beautiful, juicy ass. Her shorts were so tight that I wanted her hard, muscular cheeks to split apart the material that strained against those twin mounds of delight. Well, I was fantasizing about what I wanted to do with her, and what she could do to me with all those hard, peaked, protruding muscles of steel. Now she was walking over to the weight rack to work her arms. God, they looked to be at least 19", a good 3" bigger than mine were. I wondered what weight she would select, and she picked up the 30's to begin. Wow, if she was warming up with those, she must really be awesome. I could manage 35 lbs. on a good day. After 2 sets of twenty, she moved to the 50lb. dbs. and knocked off a very controlled set of 25 reps. I could see her arms pump up, and her peaked biceps were so incredible, I wanted to run my tongue along them and kiss them longingly. It was about that time that I had my first ejaculation into my gym shorts. I felt the squirt as it shot out and creamed my Nike workout attire. I took one final look at this Vision Of Power in the gym’s mirror, that spanned its entire circumference. I noted that this vision of muscularity was now doing hammer curls with 60 lb dbs. Focusing, or trying too..... I laid down on the bench to complete my drop set. I had done 5 perfect reps with a modified grip. I began my sixth one and lowered the bar slowly to me and held it for a count of 2, before raising it up. It was then that I knew I was in trouble. I lost it. ....lost my strength and the bar came down on my chest pinning me like an insect under the foot of the Jolly Green Giant. Suddenly I felt the bar being lifted, and I began to breathe normally again. I was amazed to see the beautiful, muscular, young woman easily rack the bar and weights. "Are you okay, you gave me a fright?. Don’t you know puny guys should leave bench pressing to WOMEN LIKE ME?" What could I say to that...compared to her I was puny. Now that she was near, I took a closer inspection of all that she possessed. Her quads had to be in the 32" range and her lats, maybe a 48" spread. In addition, she had an eight pack which rippled with power with ever step she took. Grateful, I thanked her and we introduced ourselves to each other. It turned out her name was Paula......Paula Armstrong. What a fitting name if I ever heard it. "Look, thanks for the assist, but I do have muscles you know and I am not puny", I angrily shot back. She looked at me and shook her head and said, "Not from where I am standing my weak voyeur. I have been watching YOU in the mirror ogling me since I arrived..... and by the look of your shorts, you reacted to it pretty forcefully. So what is it about me that turns you on so much.?" As I thought about her remarks I realized I was dumfounded. As they say, I was busted big time! Her voice seemed stern and commanding. I found myself getting aroused again. I stammered, hemmed and hawed, unable to respond. "Maybe I can answer for you, sissy boy. Is it my peaked hard biceps that drive you wild?" With that she flexed in front of my face and I thought I was going to faint." I know you want to lick, and drool all over them.....trace these thick veins with your tongue too. Perhaps you want to bury your face in my armpits and sniff the richness of my golden hair that grows there?" Wow, jism #2 stained my already cum filled shorts. As Paula looked down she smiled and continued. "I saw you looking at my ass before. Were you thinking you would like sniff it with your tongue ,bury it so deep inside, that it would take surgery to remove it. Did think about the aroma, the taste of my sweety ass?" Damn, she was pushing my buttons and she knew it. "Hey, weakling.......you look like the type of guy who likes to be beaten to jelly by a strong muscle woman. With that she put her fists in front of my face. They were huge. This girl obviously had been around a boxing ring. "Imagine what these could do to you....break your nose, make you a toothless hag, break your jaw, which I know is pure glass. They could break every bone in your body, just like these muscles of mine. Imagine my bicep around your head. At first it is cozy and warm but then I begin to squeeze and soon you begin to feel the pressure build. I could pop your head like a zit if I wanted. My quads and calves could do the same thing. Either way I would make you lick up all the mush that would ooze out of you." I was stunned, aroused and secretly I wished she would do everything to me that she had just described. Yet I was the man. I was older and damn it, did I actually think stronger, too? The words popped out of my mouth, "You stupid bitch, you are only a woman."Now if you were a Freudian, you might suggest that I said that last slip of the tongue to provoke her wrath. As we know, Freud believed there were no such things as slips of the tongue. Focusing on the word bitch, Paula pulled me up by my hair and took action. She began to Bitch Slap me as she said, "You want Bitch, you got Bitch." She hit me with each hand numerous times forwards and backwards. I think I was out after the first slap but she continued for about 25 more. Finally, somewhat relaxed, she looked at me. Blood was everywhere..... all over me, her, the mirrors, the floor. It was red of course, but also tinged with saliva and spit. Paula decided to take me downstairs to have more privacy. She lifted me off the floor by my hair and carried my dangling, unconscious body with one hand. She did all this as if she were lifting a can of dog food up from the bottom shelf of the grocery store. Actually my face resembled that now. Paula decided to use me as her person punching bag. She dropped the speed bag onto the floor and lifted me up so that my head protruded from the wooden stanchion that supported the bag. She got some water from her bottle and putting it in her mouth , she spit it in my face. After a while I came to, dripping blood. "Welcome back to the land of the living, wimpboy. You wanted to be near my fists. Now you will taste them." With that she began to slowly and very rhymically hit me with her bare, jaw-breaking fists. My head was knocked from side to side. When she stopped after a few minutes, it continued to move in the same manner on its own. Gazing at me, and then to her bloody fists she ordered me to lick them clean. I tasted my own blood, bits of ground teeth, mucous from my nose and assorted other unknown substances. I licked it clean, every drop. She inspected them closely and then lifted my face in her huge hands. " I think your face needs more work, don’t you? I was so groggy and so beat up I simply raised my bloody head up and down. It was then that I notice Paula reach into the pocket of her shorts and pull out a very fancy big ring. She held it up to me and I could see it was a signet ring, with her initials engraved in gold........ two raised letters P and A." I am going to mark you now, so that for the rest of your life, which will be very short, you will know that I did this to you", she warned. I began to whimper and moan, from the pain but also from the expectation of how good it was going to feel. Paula began to hit me with measured face shots. Each time the ring connected it broke another section of me, like my nose, cheeks and other facial areas. The crowning glory was when she raised her fist in front of my face and commanded me," Beg me to break your jaw....Say It....Now." Looking up with broken, horribly distended eyes, I complied willingly. "Please break my jaw, Mistress Paula....Please do it now", I whimpered again. Satisfied, Paula lifted my face to the perfect angle and coldly said, " If you move, I will squash your nuts in my hand, both of them together. " I kept my face where she wanted it. I could see her arm pull back, smell her sweat. I noticed it dripping from her hairy armpits as melting icicles might do from a tree branch. I knew what was coming and I relished. As a last act, I kissed it. Laughing, Paula hit me with the most powerful uppercut she had ever thrown. As a result she was covered in my blood. She had extracted all my remaining teeth, about 18 of them with that one punch. My jaw was unhinged and flopped around like a marionet on a string. I never felt Paula squeeze my head like a zit in her huge bicep nor did I see her initials engraved in my hanging jaw. I had imagined all this happening only a few minutes ago, and now it had come to pass. How lucky can you get?