Paine and Pleasure
by GJ



Dear readers: This is a story of fiction and any names, situations, locales
and descriptions are purely made up. Any coincidence to real life is just
that. Enjoy GJ

I heard the Muscle Woman say, "Now crawl over to me and beg me to allow you to
kiss my bloody fists." Looking up at her ,through slitted eyes that were
distended way beyond anything imaginable, I complied. As I crawled, I left a
trail of blood and mouth ooze dripping, soaking the rich, plush, carpeting of
my apartment. My view of her, from this angle, was stilted. All I could make
out were huge thighs, quads, eight pack abs, and huge fists dripping with
juice from my once handsome face.

The crawl, MY CRAWL, seemed to take forever. I never heard several of my
ruined teeth suf out of my ruined mouth, on that sea of oozy gore ,and fall to
the extra stark whiteness below me. If this had been a crime since( which it
very well might turn into and Soon), they would have been able to track my
every move. They could pinpoint the blood splatter on my beige wall, near the
door and follow it around my condo high rise.

Eventually I crawled until I was was laying in a prone position, right
underneath Mistress Paine. I remember when I first answered the door, filled
with sexual energy, yet so frightened by her immense muscularity and
dominance. She stood way over six feet tall. I seemed dwarf-like looking up
with my 5'7" height. She looked so familiar, resembling the famous female New
Zealand Bodybuilder, Helen Aloiai( check her out, dear readers).

Waiting,( bleeding from mouth, eyes, ears and nose), my Mistress simply lifted
me up by my neck and repeated her instructions to me. "Please, oh Mistress
Paine...Please sob...allow...sob....me to lick my filthy blood from your huge-
knuckled fists." I felt a stinging back- handed slap that made my whole face
rocket to the right....."Who told you to change any of the words in my
instructions...you pathetic worm." Smiling, however, she was pleased by my
inclusion of the adjective "filthy". "Looking me in my blackened, closing
eyes, she responded with....."You may clean it now and do a good job or I will
kill you by flexing your face on my huge 20" biceps." I began to lick( like a
lowly cur might lick a bone) and I could taste my own essence..its hot coppery
taste. My tongue slaved over each knuckle, until I thought I had cleaned ever
drop of offending gore from her immense tools of destruction.

Lifting her fists to eye level, she examined each object of my slurping mouth.
Finding a tiny spec in the valley between the knuckle on her right fist, she
pulled me by my hair and deposited my ruined face on that immense, hardened
steel that she called her bicep. As she chastised me for my incompetence, she
flexed, constricted, deformed and nullified my once noble visage. "I told you
I wanted this spotless"....FLEXXXXXXXXXXX......"Now feel this ball of iron
crush your face and jaw to bits".......FLEXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. "Stop that incessant
whimpering and listen for your jaw bone breaking apart." FLEXXXXXXXXXXX.

I heard a CRACKKKKKKKKKKKK. I felt a brief separation of bone and then
nothingness. When I awoke, Mistress dragged me over to my piano and placing my
ruined jawbone on the edge of the piano. She watched the fingers of red extend
from my face... flooding the white piano, its keys and dripping, meandering
down its mammoth legs. Notifying me it was time, my session was up, she raised
her huge fist and brought it down on my head. The force of that blow could
have shook the building surrounding my own( or so it seemed).The rest of my
teeth, bits of my jaw, etc shot out all over.... covering that once pristine,
white instrument of music. The pain was intense, surely ....yet it was
offset..somewhat... by the load of spunk that shot from my engorged member.

So, as I lay on the gurney, awaiting my next reconstructive surgery, I
realized that where there is PAINE... There Is Also PLEASURE.