The Adventures Of Simon Schmoe
by GJ



As always, this story is totally fictitious and bears no resemblance to people
living or dead, their names or situations that might have befallen them.

Hello, my name is Simon Schmoe. I am 158lbs, 5'6", and I don't work out. From
my stats you can probably figure out that I was picked on a lot as a kid and
then later in life. I was the guy always being stuffed into a locker, or in
the toilet, or even a garbage can. Jocks used to use me as their private
punching bag and I hated it. I hated those fuckers and all that they stood
for. But one crazy thing....I got so turned on when I was being beaten up and
abused by some female cheerleader, gymnast, wrestler or bodybuilder. I could
tell you stories............... Say, I just might if you promise not to give
me a wedgie, or step on my horn-rimmed glasses.

Simon Gets A Beat Down

It so happened that I inherited tons of money from my parents when they both
went to the great beyond. I was rolling in it, literally. So dear readers, do
you think with the advent of all this cash, it changed me from the wimp that I
was to some stud, with a ton of muscle girls? Well do you? As it turned out, I
was still a wimp, frightened of my own shadow. The one good thing, this
proclivity to be beaten up by some hot muscle babe, was enhanced because I
could now afford the best of the best and I searched world wide to get it.

I found it, or rather her, in a special place called Beat Street. It catered
to wealthy men who, like me, needed to have their faces beat in, their limbs
broken, and done all in the privacy of a well appointed environment. I was so
excited with anticipation that I had forgone sex for weeks, just so that the
experience of being beaten to jelly could bring forth a torrent of cum. Of
course it would be at the expense of other body fluids like blood, and other
such liquids.

The fee for this session was $5,000. Now can you imagine, dear readers, what
that money could buy. If you were me, what would you humbly ask to have done
to you? Possibly teeth knocked out, your jaw broken in five or six places,
eyes blackened and closed because of excessive swelling, a broken nose or even
cheek bones shattered All those handily accomplished by some goddess with 20"
arms and calves, 30" quads, a huge chest, rock hard ass, and a face to rival
that of the most beautiful female bodybuilder you jerk off to, in those
private moments, when the need arises.

I specifically requested someone of Latin heritage. I was not disappointed.
Her name was Graciella. She was 22 years old. She had that bronzed flawless
skin that drives you wild with desire. This Latin lady had the exact
measurements that I requested. She had been an instructor of hand to hand
fighting in the Army Rangers and she had actually killed many men in the
course of the special ops she was often sent on all over the world. Knowing
that she could kill me with one punch to my jaw heightened my sexual
excitement.

In the initial intake I had said that anything goes and I meant it. I also
asked that my BDM( beat down mistress) come unshaven and funky smelling for
our session. So Graciella fit the bill to a T. Walking into our private
facility (covered with plastic, recessed vats and all sorts of pumps to make
all those icky liquids I spoke about before, disappear ), Graciella wore a
cammo shirt, cut at the arms and tied at the waist, a pair of khaki shorts,
skin tight ,jump boots, and sheer leather punch out gloves on her fists. I
could see her knuckles protruding from those sexy gloves. She smelled funky
alright and she had hair under her arms...quite the bush. All in all, one look
at her, and I came immediately. Perhaps it was the Ranger Crest tattooed on
her huge right bicep that put me over the edge. She walked up to me, about
three feet away and tapped her left foot, impatiently.

I vaguely heard her say, "Get over here wimp, crawl to me on all fours!"
Immediately I crawled( wouldn't you dear readers?). Reaching her , looking up
in absolute awe of her beauty, muscularity and power, I responded with, "What
do you command my beat Down Mistress?" Suddenly, I was lifted by my hair,
seven feet off the ground, dangling in mid air. That huge gloved fist shot out
into my mouth. I could feel my front teeth, about eight in all( top and
bottom) cleanly extracted with ease. "You will never speak, unless you are
given permission, asshole . Now bleed for me." Well I did........ all over the
floor, myself, and squirted the walls like a fountain."I see you are a
bleeder, that's good .... I like bleeders.

As I made splatters on splatters, she began punching me in the stomach. Her
fists felt like steel balls ripping my internal organs to mush. I began
spewing forth dark stomach liquids, bile and blood almost black in color. I
could tell my guts were ripped to shreds. I came again in my pants. After six
such body shots, Graciella stopped and dropped me. She then kicked me in the
jaw flipping me over and onto one huge recessed vat. She began to press down
with that heavy boot on my back until I had stopped the leakage from my
ruptured spleen and other organs. I could feel all her weight( 200lbs) on me
and that was just one leg.

Then my paramilitary punchout artist lifted me up and looked into my face.
"Ok, now its time to change that ugly mug, into an unrecognizable puss. Now,
she began hitting me with face shots so powerful that in two minutes my teeth
were all gone, my jaw was cleaved in half and she was just pulling back to
take aim on my nose. Bammmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, did I say nose. It was now a squashed
tomato, and it had the pulp to prove it.

Dangling my body by my feet, which she easily held in one hand, I dripped,
dripped , dripped into that vat of gore. Pressing in harder, with her huge
fist, Graciella made sure I would be a very clean victim. Then she turned me
around and rested my jaw on her bicep peakage. I could not help myself and I
began licking that huge sweaty armpit. It tasted so salty. I came again just
as my tongue began licking the split peak of that arm. Bad move on my part.

My Tormentress shoved a thin tube in the crack of my jaw. Then she began to
flex up and down, down and up. "I tell you what to do, jerkboy, now you will
pay dearly for your unruliness. " Soon I heard cracking and tremendous
pressure and I could feel my jaw juice being forced into that tube and sucked
away someplace. Smelling her funky underarms, I came again, just before my jaw
broke in eight places. I passed out.

Waking up, with warm piss showering my face, stinging like hell, I looked up
at this Amazon with steel fists. Slowly , she moved down toward me. She had
nothing on and her huge hard ass was going to dock with my once-face. Then it
happened. Her muscular ass began to eat my features up, like some ravenous
beast. I heard her say, "Use that tongue and clean me out." I did, making sure
that she was clean as a whistle...spit and polished as they say in the Corp.

Now I had her ass juice co-mingling with the ooze of what was left of my
visage. The last thing I remember was Graciella telling me time was up and she
punched me one last time with an extended knuckle strike to my balls. I felt
them crush under that mallet fist as I came and passed out for the last time.

Good thing I had booked the extended hospital plan, anticipating major damage
to myself. Soon I was airborne, being whisked away to a private med facility
in the Ural Mountains. The surgeons took one look at me noting my broken face
and internal organs. In unison they said, "Graceilla", and laughed out loud,
recognizing her fistic work.

Eventually I did heal and go on to have other adventures which I might even
share with you one day.