Help Me Rhonda, Help, Help Me Rhonda
by GJ



Dear readers: This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to
actual people, events, locales and happenings is strictly coincidental. Enjoy
GJ

This was my first time( and last) at anything even remotely resembling the
experience I will now relate to you. I use the word "relate" advisedly, for I
am unable to speak( my jaw is broken in six places and wired with tungsten
filament to keep the mess together ) or write( both my arms are broken and all
ten digits as well). I basically communicate by blinking once in a while( Once
for YES, twice for NO).....even that is extremely rare, since both orbital
sockets are crushed. I have a crater where my nose once was, and the doctors
tell me they can never rebuild that sense organ again. My cheekbones are
crushed beyond repair, and all thirty two teeth have been knocked out of my
mouth...actually more... exploded to a fine powder by something that felt like
a wrecking ball.

So dear readers, care to venture a guess as to how I ended up in this
vegetative state? Perhaps I went through a windshield or fell off a cliff
landing face first? WRONG! But then you already know what happened and you are
waiting for me to fill in all the gory( and I do use that word precisely)
details. My final ruin was metered out by a WOMAN. She was no ordinary female,
as you can surmise. She was dark, swarthy, with luxurious black hair,
flawlessly complected and a body that could literally stop you in your tracks,
turn your world upside down and crush you like a bug underfoot.

Her name was Rhonda. We met in Vegas one sultry mid- April afternoon at the
pool, of a world-class hotel on "The Strip". I was having a drink at the pool
side bar ( frozen margarita with salt around the rim), contemplating the ass
on a super model, who was tanning herself on a lounge ten feet in front of me.
Have you ever had the urge, to bury your face in two perfectly formed cheeks
and spend hours learning all about their contours and secret scents? Well I
did. I guess I was drooling into my drink( and YES, so would you dear readers,
so would YOU).

It was then that a sultry voice, right next to me, interrupted the most
amazing sexual fantasy I had ever had. "So, it seems little man that you are
an ass man from the way you are drooling in your margarita, hahaha." Turning
quickly, very embarassed( for I had the biggest hardon and it was starting to
drool too), I looked in to the face of a very strong, confident lady. She had
on little make-up, for her bronzed skin was perfect, and would need no
enhancement whatsoever. Her hair was long and curly, as if it had just been
washed and left to dry in the heat of the Arizona sun. Her lips were full,
ripe and sensual. They were colored with a deep blood- red lipstick that was
shimmery, and dewy at the same time.

Getting a good look at this amazing woman, I noticed that she had on the
skimpiest of bikinis. Taking her in, all at once I processed the following:1.
She appeared to be tall, even sitting on the bar stool, for her long legs had
28" quads and at least 18" calves. 2. Her muscles were so hard, defined and
vascular that my heart began to skip beats. Her 19" biceps were rock hard and
perfect, cris-crossed veins running up and down the peaks and continuing along
her wrists. 3. Her 38" breasts were raised, and I could see the muscle
underneath keeping those twin beauties raised in my face. 4. I imagined her
ass was 100x better than the super model I had just been ogling a scant minute
before. I began to drool again.

Noticing my discomfort, this vision from Mt. Olympus continued with, "Guess
you like Muscle even more than ass, sweetie....that about right? It's ok ,
look all you want, but if you want to touch that will cost you." Oh I wanted
to touch and have those muscles do so many things to me.... my mind was
overloaded with visions and possibilities that well...I came in my white
shorts. Noticing the wet spot, my new female companion introduced herself. "Hi
I am Rhonda. I am a bodybuilder, wrestler, martial artist, boxer and a hell of
a lot more. Seems you got "excited" there little fella...did I do that, haha?"

Having a problem looking into her eyes, for she was so superior to me in every
way, I mumbled something inane like," God, you are beautiful and so strong,
how much Would it cost if I wanted to touch you and have you well....touch ME?
Lifting up my weak jaw and licking her lush lips, Rhonda shot back with, "Well
sweetie, that would depend on what you want? I can do anything and everything
from muscle worship, to wrestling, play boxing, submissions and even beat
downs...but they are the most expensive and most painful...for you that is. To
underscore what she had just said, Rhonda pushed her huge left fist along my
glass jaw. She stopped when a trickle of blood oozed out of the corner of my
mouth. "So, you are a bleeder I see, I like that it gets me so hot, sweetie. I
can see by the size of your boner that you like it too. "

Taking a gulp of my drink, for suddenly I had gotten really hot, I slowly
asked her what would she do in a beat down and how much would it cost me.
....."Depends on what you want, there.... just to give you a black eye and a
busted mouth...maybe gut you a little about $500. If you want more ...well the
price goes up. I have a deluxe package for $5,000 where I beat you to a pulp
and you will never be the same again...basically I break you into little
pieces and then flex the pieces to DUST. ..and judging by the cum in your
shorts, buddy looks like you are "up" for that, haha."

So there I was, in a town that has the motto, "What happens here, stays here."
Like you, dear readers, I had often fantasized about being worked over by some
beautiful Muscle Mistress, but here I had my shot...No, she had her shot and I
was to take it all...every punch, flex, kick, well you get the idea.

I made a date with Rhonda to meet at her home. She instructed me to bring cash
and told me to be there at 8PM sharp. I was there at 7:59 and rang her
doorbell precisely at the appointed time. You don't fuck around with this
woman. She opened the door to her home, wearing a thong and a muscle t shirt ,
cut off at the sleeves. Her bis were glistening with sweet and I could smell
that animal musk coming off her body. "Hi there , come in I was just getting
warmed up for you, hitting the speed bag, curling 50lb dbs, flexing in my
posing mirror, you know. Follow me downstairs, it will suit out needs
perfectly." As I followed her I could see her ass was so high, so hard, so
tight that she put the super model's ass to shame. I could also so rings of
sweat around her ass cheeks as well.

Entering her basement/workout area I noticed that she had a wave pool
installed and a steam room/sauna combo as well. She led me into a large area
with mirrors all around. It was well lit and the entire room was covered in a
non-porous plastic material. As I looked around, she answered my unspoken
question with, 'That's so when I finish beating you to a red paste, I can
clean the walls, floor and other parts of the room easily...Blood is so hard
to remove you know."

I began to whimper, dreading this yet at the same time getting so aroused( I
guess one might call it Approach- Avoidance....remember Psych 101 dear
readers?). Being the professional she was, Rhonda began to move my jaw around
and tap it with her other fist this time. I began to bleed down my chest. I
also began to cry for real this time. "Awww , there there it will be just
fine. I am going to make you my little bitch and I am going to use every
muscle of my body to break you down with." I like you a lot so I am going to
break your jaw in at least six places using each fist, each bicep, my quads,
and calves.....oh and since you like ass so much, I will even begin by
breaking your nose as you sniff my asshole right now, bitch...get down on your
fucking knees and smell my ripe ass!"

Complying immediately, I crawled over to her and removed the bottom of her
thong with my teeth. It's aroma gave me the biggest hardon yet. Soon I was
sniffing her ass, smelling its fruity ripeness, many different scents
co-mingling together."Now, stick your nose in all the way and inhale and hold
it until I say you may breathe, you ass sniffer." I was getting woozy from her
ass-perfume and just as I was starting to go out from lack of oxygen, I
heard...."Breathe!" I gulped in air as my nose penetrated the ring of her ass
hole. Then I felt intense pain as my Beat Down Goddess began to flex her ass
muscles on my nose. Suddenly....Crunch....and blood began to run in rivers
down her ass crack. She had kept her promise and had broken my nose with her
hard, muscular asshole. I had passed out from the intense pain.

Rhonda lifted me with one huge powerful arm and placed me on her right bicep.
She began to rub my broken nose on her arm pit. Soon I began to stir for her
underarm stink had revived me. Noticing my recovery, Rhonda chided me with,
"So you like momma's stinky pits, bitch?" Sniff it, lick it, drown in my
sweat." As I complied, she rested my glass jaw on her huge bi. "Now I am going
to break your jaw for the first time. You will feel light headed and then you
will feel like your head is about to explode...for I can squeeze your head
like a zit if I want, but that's for later, right now your puny, breakable jaw
gets broken on the left side. Be quiet and listen for the crackkkk." I felt
all she had warned me about and more and then I heard it....CRACKKKKKK, she
had broken it so easily, as she had said.

She went on to break it further with her other bi, then her steel- malleted
fists, her huge diamond shaped calves, and her quads. In addition, she used me
as her speedbag bitch by hammering away at my eyes and nose and turned my
teeth to white sawdust. It took her about an hour to do it all.... break the
bones in my arms, hands, knees, and she even "gutted" me as promised, turning
my spleen, colon and other assorted internal organs to mush. Each time I
passed out( and they were numerous), she would bitch slap me awake. I must
have cum at least ten times.

Finally , she lifted me up in the air and brought my back down on her flexed
super quad. My back broke like a rotten twig. I was never going to move again.
So here I am, in my hospital room communicating somehow with you...telling you
my story...wondering if you still want the fantasy to become reality.