The Souvenir Shop
by GJ



Dear Readers: This is purely a work of fiction and any similarity between
locations, descriptions and characters is strictly coincidental. Enjoy GJ

The Souvenir Shop

I simply was bored. I had visited every sex shop in the tri-state area. I had
an extensive collection of the best beat down videos and pictures that money
could buy. Recently, I had acquired the punch out gloves of some of the best
beat down session women around. It got me so hot thinking about how these
women of muscle and power could demolish the faces of their opponents with
their steel, hard fists. I even went so far as to have my nose and jaw broken
by a women named Mal, who specialized in "facial deconstruction". I can
remember her measuring my jaw for her patented uppercut. "Her voice was sultry
as she whispered in my ear, "Ok bitch, now this huge fist will break your weak
jaw in two places. You will need a new jaw because I am going to remove yours
from your ugly face. Now kiss this fist and lick away all the blood from your
busted nose. Complying, willingly....my erection grew to its maximum. After
all I could smell the sweat from her huge, powerhouse body( 18"arms, 28"quads,
48" chest, and rock hard ass) and seeing her staring at me, totally in
control, pushed me almost over the brink. Then she pulled back her huge fist
and I could get a whiff of her sweat drenched hairy pits. Almost
now............Then Crackkkkkk.......her fist connected with my lower jaw. I
stood there out cold, dripping jizz from my huge cock. Mal raised me 5 feet
off the ground, as her fist pushed up on my now very bloody and broken jaw. My
mouth was shut and still blood cascaded down from the fissured bones from my
busted jaw.

Soon my mouth began to fill up with busted teeth, blood, pus, and assorted
other liquids that had dripped down from my broken nose. Some were
yellow...indicating that she had ruptured my sinus cavities as well. My busted
cheeks distended to three times their normal size. Mal smiled and moved the
bucket under me now.

Suddenly she ripped my mouth open with one huge hand. All my teeth flew out on
a river of gore. She could hear the 32 plops as they hit the steel bucket.
Pulling back her fist she back- handed me with a powerful shot. She was
rewarded with the best souvenir of all. My jaw fell PLOPPPPPPPP, into the now
filled container.

Dropping to the ground, my face looked like a bloody fright mask. The last
thing Mal did was to place my head on her huge biceps. Holding me over the
bucket she began to apply pressure( the kind that could break a steer bar in
two). Soon the bucket was filled to the brim. She switched her tattooed bicep
of the other one and repeated the procedure. Now the container over flowed.

Dropping my dead body into the mess, she held my face in it for about a
minute., My legs began to kick and squirm and soon my body began to lose its
ability to live. Mal finished me off by pressing my face down in the
disgusting brew, with her huge foot. Her 18" calf expended to a ball of
muscle. I stopped moving, yet Mal noticed a something new dripping on the
floor. Smiling, she said, "I hope it was as good for you as it was for me."

It was very good for her indeed. " I netted her a large sum of money.
Apparently I was not the only one who appreciated fine "souvenirs".