Snap, Krackle and Pop
by GJ



Dear readers: This story is fictional in nature and any resemblance to names,
people, locales, situations, etc is purely coincidental.

I had always considered myself a player. I was muscular, tall and the ladies
flocked to me. One night, at a disco, out on the North Shore of Long Island, I
met this beautiful woman, by the name of Windom Blake. She was beautiful with
long silky blond hair, green piercing eyes and an excellent figure. In
addition she inherited about $18,000,000 from her daddy, who was believe it or
not, a manufacturer of breakfast cereals. Everything was perfect, except for
one thing. Windom did not have the muscle I was looking for in a woman.
Eventually I strayed and well, she found out about it and we broke up. It was
a nasty scene, especially when she slapped me very hard in the face, as we
were dining in Le Cirque, in the City. Then she threw her drink , which was a
Cosmo, right in my kisser. The last thing I saw was here pert ass moving away
from me, towards the door. Oh well, some things weren't meant to be.

Several months later, I was working out in the gym located in my office
building. I had loaded up the bar and was doing curls with about 125lbs. The
gym was deserted due to the fact it was almost closing time. I had 4 more reps
to go, then three, then two ,then.......I was on that final rep, concentrating
on my form, when the bar was taken out of my hands. I saw a big fist come at
my jaw and then Nothingness. I imagined I smelled a very seductive perfume
just before the lights went out.

I awoke, painfully, with blood drying on my chin. Some had splattered all over
my t shirt as well. As I reached up to check my jaw, I noted that it seemed to
be ok. It just hurt a hell of a lot. Then I heard, "Look girls, sleeping
beauty is awake....now we can have our fun." I groggily looked in the
direction of the very sultry voice I had just heard. As I did, I gazed upon
three amazingly beautiful women. While they were different they shared the
same one quality. They all were immensely muscled ( Now you knew that was
coming , didn't you dear readers?) .

The speaker, who stood 5'10, weighed about 167lbs with a huge rack and power-
packed 17" biceps, began to address me. She had blond curly hair cut short,
deep blue eyes and a golden tan....kinda like a surfer girl with muscles. "So,
nice of you to join us in the land of the living, dude. Enjoy it because
before the night is out, you will wish you were dead." My name is Snap and
these are so my friends, Krackle and Pop. You are wondering what has happened
and what will happen as the evening wears on. I will let Krackle continue
next."

Trying to concentrate, as my jaw was throbbing badly, I assessed the next
young woman, apparently named Krackle. Krackle was six feet, easily 200lbs
with 19" arms and 28" quads. She was mulatto in color...very cafè au lait. She
had no discernable fat on her body. When she spoke she had a touch of the
"Islands" in her voice. I was particularly taken with her, as I always had a
thing for very light skinned women with huge muscles. My dick was now
beginning to throb as well and I detected a hint of precum forming on its tip.

Krackle came closer to me. As she did she flexed her huge arms. I could see
every striation in her meaty, thick ,yet ripped guns. I stared intently at
them ( as you would too, I suspect dear readers). "Mista player mon, my
friends and I are here to settle up a score. You see, mon, when you break
hearts, you get broken in return. My girlfriend Pop will finish explaining it
all to you. Then she walked away shaking her perfectly saucy, yet so kissable
ass. Damn, more precum began to slideeeeeeeeeee down my pecker. I was aware of
Fear, that began to form in my gut. I wondered if I could last the night with
these three man-breaking women. I began to shake.

As I tried to figure out my options, the third girl walked over to me. Pop was
Asian- American. She had dark, shiny hair, almond eyes, 32" quads, 23" arms,
and a perfect command of English. She stopped in front of me and looked me
dead in the eyes. "A doubt of honor must be repaid tonight. We have been hired
to break you, to beat you to a pulp, to turn you into a stain on the floor.
Only then will our benefactor be satisfied. To show our progress tonight, we
are going to take pictures of you at various stages of the evening. This, plus
other souvenirs, will be supplied as proof of our thoroughness." Then she
flexed her immense quads and at the same time made her huge biceps move. I
could see that her pits were unshaven. I got even harder.

The next thing I knew, Snap picked me up by my $65 haircut and punched me once
in the nose. I heard a noise. ( Can you guess what it was dear readers?). My
nose was splatted across my once handsome face. Blood came down in buckets, on
the wooden floor of the enclosure I was in. I was blacking out, as she lifted
me up by my neck and stood there with me, as the other two muscle women took
pictures of my gory face. After several were taken, Snap began to work over my
eyes, caving in each eye socket, and causing huge bloody welts to rip open on
my eyelids. Again more pictures were taken, I guess as souvenirs. The last
thing this blond haired goddess did to me was to knock out ten of my teeth
with a powerful uppercut. They went sailing across the floor. Like dice in a
floating crap game. The other women picked them up and put them in a shrink
wrap baggy. Snap, now covered in blood, mucous and teeth fragments, went to
towel off. She merely dropped me like a sack of potatoes.

I awoke in a world of hurt. I could taste metallic blood flowing down from my
ruined nose into my mouth. I was being cut by the shards of teeth that
remained. My eyes were shut closed and swelling up. My lips were the size of
sausages.....blood sausages. These face- destroyers never even washed me off.
They wanted all of me seen in this condition. It was then that I noticed
Krackle approach me. Her smooth satin skin rippled like a panther as she
walked. In three strides she was in front of me. Then she took my arm in one
hand and brought it down on her huge quad. It made a horrible sound, Oh dear
God in heaven. ( You getting this yet, dear readers?). As she moved it around
the shards of bone began to press against each other. I almost passed out but
my Bahama Momma slapped me across the face, knocking out ten more teeth, like
she had just squatted some flies. My head shot back, fist propelled. The girls
took several close ups of my face, my hanging arm and picked up the next ten
teeth, which were bagged also. Krackle continued breaking the other arm, my
legs, my knees and each finger as well. As she took each hand and began to
break the digits like sticks, she began to sing , "Da mon felt so good to
break, being a player mon was his mistake." She waited for me to come around
each time before breaking the other fingers.

Somewhere after the last finger was broken, I went into shock. My body started
to convulse, having had my limbs made into rubber. The girls took several
pictures of this, holding up, say an arm and having it fall at an odd angle.
They allowed me to stay out, as Krackle went to remove my bone and blood
samples from her hands, and body. Somewhere, as in a fog, underwater, or even
on a psychedelic trip, I heard a voice say, "Time to play with me Player-san.
I could feel myself being lifted by I think Pop. Then, she placed me between
her humongous quads and began to squeeze my chest. As she flexed slowly I
could hear what she was doing to each rib.( Yes, that's right, dear readers)
After several minutes she had broken all of them. Her quads were so pumped
from this "exercise". They were engorged with muscle blood as well as a quart
of mine. She had broken many things inside, and I was squishy. As she dropped
me over, she moved my head to my feet. There was no resistence now, none
whatsoever. She picked me up, this blood package and squeezed with her huge
arms. Again I broke, having been further reduced to jelly. The last thing Pop
did was to place my face on her fully peaked bicep. The smell of her pits
brought me around with a moan coming from someplace inside me....a hallow
sound really.

She waited until I was conscious( whatever that meant) and began to flex up
and down, down and up. As she did so, my jaws broke like peanut brittle, my
facial bones collapsed on them selves, and the last of my teeth flew out of my
...well what would u call it now? The ladies gathered up the rest of the
samples, took more pictures as well. The evening was almost over. Time flies
when you are having fun, right?

The last thing I remember was Pop saying, "It will end now, all is paid in
full." Then she squeezed me one last time. Her bicep met no resistance at all,
as I caved in on that muscle peak. Basically I blew up, like a balloon filled
with red tomato sauce having been run over by a Hummer.

As the trio of women packed up, they were heard to say," Lets go eat, we are
all starving." They did too, they had a wonderful breakfast cereal. Can you
guess what it was, Dear readers?