Snuff Net
by GJ

Dear Readers: This story is completely a work of fiction and as such any characters, 
locales or other content in this story similar to real life is only coincidental. Enjoy 
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Mistress Jillian May had a good thing going. She put on an amazing show over the net, 
for a select group of clientele. Basically, her patrons were given a special website to log 
on to with a special password (which changed after each show). They communicated to 
Jillian what they wanted to see and Jillian saw that their needs were met, whatever they 
might be. For this service, these wealthy scions of power paid her $5000 per show.

The Mistress was quite an imposing woman. She stood 6'2" and weighted 210lbs. Her 
stats were as followed: Biceps: 20", chest: 50", Calves: 20", quads: 32". She had a 
luxurious blond hair, which framed her gorgeous face. She had grown up on the mean 
streets of L. A. After attaining adulthood, she joined the Army, and soon became a "black 
ops tasker". This was code for a trained killer. She was trained in every martial art known 
to man. Her specialty was killing with her bare hands.

Her victims were then obliterated with her steel fists. Their meager remains were ground 
to blood paste. You might ask, dear readers, how it is that I know so much about this 
"killing machine". The answer is simple. I am one of her most devoted fans. I send her a 
check each month for $50,000. In return I get the DVD of her sexiest kills, which I save 
in my private vault. I even recently made her the beneficiary of my entire estate. This 
pleased her greatly, and she sent me her bloody gloves, that her steel encased fists 
used to face break her last victim. 

Anticipating her upcoming show in 90 minutes, I poured myself a huge glass of 25-year-
old scotch on the rocks, and sat back in my private viewing room, fantasizing about my 
Steel Muscle Goddess. 
Closing my eyes, with my hand on my cock, I began to stroke it, imagining what her fists 
could do to me. My revelry was interrupted by a phone call on my private telephone. 
Only a select few knew of its existence. Lifting it up, with an annoyed look on my face, I 
was shocked to hear Jillian's voice. The message was brief and to the point.

"Slave... be at your Mistress's studio in one hour. Don't be late. Bring your insurance 
papers with you. Now hang up!" I DID and fast.

An hour later I had parked in front of Mistress Jillian's home. It was high up in the hills of 
Hollywood on Duran Drive. I was so nervous, and just thinking about seeing her, gave 
me a huge hard on. I rang the bell, and was shown into Mistress's video studio, near the 
huge infinity pool, boxing ring and full gym. I was told to wait. On the walls were huge 
curio cases. Peering inside I could see full sets of teeth, jawbones and even eyeballs, all 
neatly preserved in some sort of fluid.

So engrossed in my inspection of these "artifacts", I never heard Mistress Jillian enter. 
"Don't you know it is not polite to stare at other people's prized possessions, My Bitch!" 
Mistress Jillian warned.

"Come here now, on all fours and position your face on my beautiful big ass!" Crawling 
to her, I almost ejaculated when I saw her bowling ball glutes come into view. 

"Place your nose in the crack of my ass, now! I did. I heard a huge fart, and her internal 
gases enveloped me. I smelled her ass fragrance, so potent and so sexy. 

"Sniff now and inhale my ass aroma, Bitch. Again I complied. Soon I was feeling very 
sleepy. Her farts had some somnambulant effect on me. I pitched forward, out cold. 

Upon awakening, I took note that all my clothes had been removed and I was 
handcuffed to a wall. A white canvas was directly in front of me. 

"I see my adoring slaves, that tonight's victim has just regained consciousness. We will 
call him Slave X." Looking up, I could see Mistress Jillian addressing her loyal fans via a 
state of the art video camera. She was wearing a white thong and her fists were 
encased in the same gloves that she had recently sent me. Her knuckles protruded like 
she was wearing brass knuckles, but she wasn't.

I was actually in such close proximity to my Mistress that I could see her bushy 
underarm hair below her huge biceps, smell her sweat and as she turned I got a whiff of 
her hairy pungent asshole again. I came shooting out all over myself. Mistress feigned 
an angry countenance and admonished me with, "You will cum only when and where I 
instruct you to do so, My Bitch. Now you will be punished!" 

Lifting up her open hand she rocked my head to the side with a powerful slap. She 
backhanded my jaw the other way. A flume of red shot out from my busted mouth. It 
landed on the canvas and meandered down imposing on the formerly pristine whiteness. 
My jaw now hung down onto my chest as the blood now dripped down into a funnel-like 
device in the floor. I began to twitch, in the throes of another orgasm, even though I was 
bitch-slapped out. 

"My adorning fans, now watch this. You will enjoy this." As she waited, she flexed her 
huge biceps. She knew that the viewers would likely be playing with themselves right 
about now. Just then, all my teeth one by one came out on a sea of blood. Plop Ting 
Ting. The powerful microphones picked up the sounds of my teeth falling down, being 
captured by a sieve on top of the funnel.

Holding up her bloody fists to her audience, Jillian informed them about the three new 
treasures that they could bid on. The blood painting canvas, my complete set of teeth, 
extracted by her powerful slaps and now a pair of blood soaked gloves, used to face 
break me. In an instant she could see the numbers on her huge accounting board 
respond to her announcement. Within five minutes she had earned a grand total of 
$52,000. It pleased her greatly

I began to come to. Mistress Jillian unhooked me from my bonds and placed her right fist 
under my jaw and lifted me up about five feet off the ground. As she did so, her other 
hand opened my mouth. Blood still continued to pour out but the audience could see I 
had no teeth in my bloody maw. I looked like an eighty year-old toothless hag. She 
began to lift me up and down from my jaw that way doing reps with each arm. After 
about ten sets, she dropped me onto the floor. I was motionless.

Getting directions from a mini earbud in her ear, My Goddess informed the fans that next 
I would act as her toilet slave. Pulling off her white thong she came in front of me, and 
squatted down. Opening my busted mouth she spoke to me. "I am going to feed you 
now. You are so fortunate to eat the waste from my fragrant asshole." 

With that, her meal made its way from her colon into my mouth. I began to chew on it as 
fast as I could. It had a strong taste and scent. I must have eaten about five pounds of 
her waste. The camera saw my stomach enlarge as her "food" completely filled me up. 
The last thing I did was to clean her filthy asshole with my tongue and saliva. It took me 
quite some time to achieve that end (hahaha get that one, dear readers?)

The last thing this Muscle Queen did was to put bids on other body parts that would be 
of interest to her viewers. These included my eyeballs, jawbone and other such organs. 
One viewer offered $100,000 for my head. 

Moving slowly to me, Mistress J placed her huge bicep peak around my jaw and head. 
She began to flex up and down. The steel vice my head was in took its toll. The viewers 
could see my entire head begin to compact in on itself. Soon arteries and blood vessels 
were visible, as my head was being squeezed tighter and tighter. In no time my head 
was 70% of its original size.

My Mistress stopped flexing and lifted me up with on hand. She pulled back her right fist 
and turned me towards the camera. Her bicep grew and grew until it blotted out my face. 
She then pulled that fist back and hit me dead center. My face caved in on itself and my 
head flew off my body and landed in a basket nearby. Blood shot up into the air, like a 
geyser. Now down on my knees, it continued for several minutes, until fully depleted, I 
fell over onto the floor. I had been exanguinated with one punch from her steel fist.

Walking over to the basket, My Mistress took my head and dipped it in a vat of molten 
gold. After ten minutes she pulled it out with huge tongs and showed it to the audience. 
Someone had just paid for the souvenir of a lifetime. Offering up other of my body parts 
she smiled into? the camera informing the group that she would soon be moving to a 
huge estate with more advanced facilities. As the camera was winking out, she lifted up 
my head and smiled at it. "Thank you for your donation, my slave. It was a pleasure 
snuffing you to red paste." 

Then she dropped me and headed for the jacuzzi to relax. My dead eyes never saw her 
now perfectly cleansed glutes move from side to side, with grace and power.