The Sisterhood of The Beat-Down
by GJ
 
                The NY Times had a story about another murder victim
found beaten to death. As per the last seven murders, with the same
 M. O., each victim had his entire face destroyed.  One last
highly unusual bit of information. Each corpse was decapitated( with his
scrotum and penis stuffed in his mouth). Consequently, each headless
body bled out on the ground.  I had the odious task of catching the
culprit(s) who were making the inhabitants of the my precinct very
unhappy( at least the male ones). My name is Detective Sergeant Ronald
Jerome. I have been on the force for eighteen years. I am forty-one years
old, unmarried, with a powerful body builder's physique and a penchant
for very hot women with huge muscles( bet that was a surprise to you
dear readers).  
                I was on my way to Fifth Avenue to meet with the Chief
Pathologist, Dr Vic Harrier. I hoped he would supply me with needed
forensic evidence, so that I could get a lead on the case. Driving from
my office, heading downtown, the traffic was terrible as usual. Cutting
crosstown, I turned on my car's siren and made it to Doc's office in
twenty-one minutes flat. Not to shabby right?
                Waiting for the elevator, to take me up to his office, I
looked at myself in the reflection of the elevator's mirrored door. I was
big alright, and pretty good looking if I do say so myself. My mind
wondered to that Spanish lady I met at my gym. Her name was Felicia. She
was big herself: 5'10", 190lbs., 18" bis and calves, and a huge, killer
ass. She had that olive complexion that I loved. Her hairy pits and pussy
made her real sweet. She was a real KNOCKOUT....especially when
she would beat some poor devil in the ring to blood paste. She knew I was
turned on by her muscles and punching power as she often looked down at
my 9" cock, dripping cum in my jeans and making an obvious wet spot
there. Then we would have the most wild sex imaginable. She would even
flex me out on her huge bicep, as I loved licking her steel-like muscle
peaks with my long tongue.
                "Bingggggggg" woke me out my daydream, as the elevator
door opened and I got in. Quickly moving upward in the high speed
elevator, I made it to my designated floor. Attaching my badge to my
jacket pocket I entered the busy office. I was greeted by an amazing
receptionist. Her name tag called her Marissa. She looked as good as her
name. Standing easily 6', weighing at very muscled 200lbs, her beautiful 
face had me captivated. As I explained why I was there, Marissa began
playing with her radiant blond hair. Each time she did, I could see her
18" bicep twist and pop, as they say. Isn't that what it is called dear
readers?  I was entranced and so was my dick. I could feel it dripping
precum in my designer shorts.
                It was obvious to me that this muscle vixen was getting
off getting me off with her little flexing show. See, as I said, "When
you got it, you got it, right?". Soon I was ushered into the chief's
office. What I saw stunned me. It seems Dr Vic was actually Dr Victoria.
She was looking at a shadow box with several x-rays on them. Her back was
to me, and I got a glimpse of her wide muscular back and perfect steel 
glutes ensconced in a very tight pencil skirt. As she pondered the
evidence in front of her, I could see her body move. With each move of
her hip, her perfectly formed big ass shifted, moving each cheek. I
imagined what it would be like, diving deep inside there with my tongue,
looking for hidden treasures. I came this time flooding my now well-worn
briefs.
              Inhaling deeply, I could smell the Dr.'s scent. It
was musky with a hint of muscle sweat. Turning to me, I saw her gorgeous
red hair, her full lips, high cheekbones, and of course her huge rack.
"Stay down boy, please...I willed my cock to behave. Gaining my voice
at last with, "Hello Dr. I must say this is a pleasant surprise...I was
expecting a stodgy old man, with horn rimmed glasses." Looking at me
with a twinkle in her eye, this Professor of Muscles countered with,
"And you must be the best homicide detective in NYC, Ronald Jerome?"
 It is a pleasure to meet you at last. I heard you always get your man!"
I was thinking and if I am lucky, woman too.
             I was in lalaland. I never even saw the good Dr. reach out
her hand to shake mine. I was so busy looking up into her warm, molten
eyes. She was at least 2 inches taller than me in her 3' heels. Coming
back to reality, I offered mine, as well, to shake. My hand dwarfed hers
and as she grabbed it, I could see a twinkle in her eyes as she squeezed.
I could feel the bones begin to crack. Fortunately, she knew when to 
ease off. My hand was spared. I could now go in the men's room and use it
to pleasure myself, after out meeting was over.
             Sitting down at her huge desk, facing her, she outlined a
very comprehensive analysis of what killed the victims in my case.
It seemed that each of these men were beaten to death, with something
very big. I was surprised when she said, the blunt force trauma was
consistent with huge fists. Making a point, she raised hers and said,
"See this, Detective....Imagine what this could do to you. It could
knock out all your teeth, break all your facial bones and even remove
your jaw with one good uppercut." Then she held it up under my jaw and
playfully, touched it to my chin. Well, I shot my load big time, Lucky
I had on dark pants. I knew I would have to go home and change them
before my end of shift.  I was utterly speechless.
                Breaking the momentary silence with, "If you like I
could take you to an underground fist fighting contest. There you would
see the power that huge muscles can do on the human face and body." Then
she raised her arms and began to flex her arms up and down, as her deep 
smoldering eyes bore into me, like a perfect left jab. She continued
with, "See these hard, peaked arms, imagine what havoc they could bring
down on you. "Why you might even lose your head over it." Then she
laughed and handed me her forensic evaluation. We made a "date" to see
the mixed boxing contest that very night. She would pick me up at my
office at 7pm SHARP. Standing up now, with a very apparent boner in my
pants, I thanked her and left...smiling at her incredible receptionist,
who smirked as she saw the state of my erection.  
                 At 7pm sharp my Dr./Muscle Mistress picked up a very
refreshed homicide detective. I had on designer black jeans, with a
black leather jacket over a mauve t shirt, and Gucci loafers. I
had even had a $50 haircut and shave. My cologne set me back $90. I was
the epitome of cool. My "date" for the evening had on tight fitting
jeans, a see thru white t shirt and 4" high healed shoes, probably
Manolo Blahniks. She also smelled real good as I got into the front
passenger seat, next to her. My eyes wandered to her huge rack and
quads( showing prominently thru her skin tight jeans). Oh boy, another
boner coming up.
               As she drove, Dr. Harrier, hell Victoria, talked about
what I was going to see tonight. It was a special exhibition, put on by
three very tough, powerful women. Together they had destroyed 48 men.
Their opponent/ victims spent the rest of their days in a rehab center,
eating food from a straw and utilizing drool buckets to catch their
unwanted sputum. It was amazing to see how turned on she was( slight
sheen on her forehead, nipples hardened, and pussy scent detected) as she
told me about the extensive damage these women could reign down on any
man that stood in their way.
              Dr Vicky had even put her hand on my leg and played with
my developed quad, driving with one hand. Then she took that hand and put
it around my head and very deliberately moved it towards her armpit." I
know you have been looking at my huge guns and sniffing my scent since
we first met. I am going to give you a treat." Pushing my head into
that cavern of hair and pheromones, I sniffed and even licked her under
her flimsy t shirt, which was saturated with her sweat by now. Enjoying
my homage to her power, she took her index finger and slowly slid it into
my mouth. I began to suck it, like some huge clit. Soon I shot a load
into my jeans and I could tell she had cum as well, all the while
driving to a deserted warehouse in the area. 
               Stopping her very expensive Boxter near a corrugated
building, she parked. We exited the car and I held an iron door open for
her, as we stepped inside. The area was lit with huge arc lights hanging
from the ceiling. I could make out two women in some sort of boxing ring.
These women seemed somewhat familiar. They were still too far away to
have me positively ID them. I did see that they were taking turns
punching two men, hanging by their feet, from the rafters with a solid
linked chains. These men had become personal punching bags to these
Muscle Amazon Women. I could make out teeth and large quantities of
blood squirting from ruined mouths. I was almost there
when .......LIGHTS OUT.
               I woke up thirty minutes later. My jaw was swollen to
three times its normal size. "Welcome back to the land of the living,
Sarge. You are lucky I pulled my punch. I could have knocked your head
clean off your neck, if I chose to.", the Medical Examiner informed me. I
am not some Mensa type, but I do recognize a clue when it is given to 
me. ....."head knocked clean off"....does that sound familiar dear
readers? Looking up at her, spitting blood from my busted jaw, I mouthed
the word, "WHY".The realization hit me that the two women I could not
make out before, were my gf Felicia and the Dr.'s receptionist,
Marissa.  
                The doctor, walking up to me, flexed in my face and
said, "Touch it." Well I did and my two hands could not even go around
that huge 20" arm. "Squeeze it, Now Bitch!" I did and it was like
steel....hard ,unyielding. "See, the power that women can have. We are
like a Sisterhood, Strong, Intelligent and Resourceful. We knew it would
only be a matter of time that the brass would throw you the string of
murder cases , so we took proactive action. We had Felicia warm her way
into your heart. She was keeping tabs on you, telling us everything
about your Muscle/ Domination Fetish . I saw how you reacted when you 
got off the elevator, seeing Marissa. We have cams everywhere you see.
We even tapped into your personal computer, turning your web cam
into our very own spy cam.
                  Proving myself to be the brillant detective that I
was, I realized that this would not end well, and it didn't. The three
Powerful Sisters of Beatdown did just that. Each threw a punch one at a
time into my face. After the strike each would hand me off to the next
woman. Soon, my teeth were extracted and I had lost a pint of blood. My
eye sockets were busted as well as my nose and cheek bones. In a very
short time I was an almost walking corpse, held up by the muscular arms
of each woman( sort of like that famous Tarintino movie, Death Proof) .
They were covered in my blood and pus. I was almost gone, when
Dr/Medical Examiner/Fist Killer held me up and moved my face to the
correct angle. Flexing that huge arm around my head, she began to flex
up and down, as blood began flowing from all my body orifi now. The
other women could see my now misshapened head begin to pull away from
my neck.Smiling at me, "Goodbye Victim #9. Then she hit me with such a
powerful uppercut that it knocked my head clean off my body. Blood began
gysering up towards the ceiling from my body. My head landed ten feet
away. A mishapen gory basketball of sorts. 
                   The last indignity, was when Felicia took a very
sharp k-bar knife and removed my balls from my headless corpse. Passing
the commando knife to Marissa, Victoria said, "Go ahead, cut off his
filthy dick." Taking the knife in her strong right hand, the
receptionist/killer did just that, with one clean pass of the knife.
Bringing my head over, lifting it up by my bloody hair, Victoria said,
"Now Sisters, its time to stuff this Turkey." So, they forced my bloody
dick and balls down my mouth, to be found just like the others.