So Who Wins?
by GJ



Dear Readers: As you may recall this story, like all my others, is a completed
work of fiction, and as such, all names, locals and descriptions are purely
coincidental to anyone living or dead, in the real world. Please enjoy! GJ

So Who Wins?

I was in a fight to the death. How did I get here? How could I possibly
survive? These salient questions buzzed through my head as Inga, The Man
Killer, had just shoved my nose up her asshole, covering my head in her
impossibly muscular ass. I could hear her talking to the audience , albeit it
was hard to hear her. She spoke with a German- inflected English and looked
like a famous bodybuilder by the name of Connie.. "Ya, look at this puny so
called man. I could kill him now with just my big, muscular Teutonic
verschwitzten Arsch. However, ladies, if you look around you can see I like to
kill with my big, hard muscles and my hands."

The ladies in the audience, attending this once a month special, Man-Killing
show, paid a minimum of $500 a ticket. Those who sat ringside, $3,000. They
were assured souvenirs, like teeth, a nose, sometimes even a jawbone. One
thing was certain, they would be drenched in blood, and gore.

Back to Inga. As she flexed her giant ass on my face, everyone heard a
Craccckkkkk. Blood began to drip from the crack of her thonged-ass onto the
mat. She had broken my nose like a piece of yet-to-be-cooked pasta in its box.
Soon the blood meandered like a small stream, across the ring. I began to moan
softly, "No, please, you will kill me, No more. I can't take it any longer."

The cool thing was that the combatants, were all "miked" so that every word,
moan, groan, and face/body striking crunch could be heard in absolutely
perfect stereo clearness.

Now Inga, a cruel and sadistic Man Killer, ordered me to lick my blood from
her asshole. " Meine kleine Hündin, clean me now, and then I will kill you
anyway you want. Imagine how it will feel being beaten to death, in front of
all these wealthy Frauen." They want to see you ejakulieren( Can you figure
that one out dear readers?) as you die."

My tongue worked feverishly to complete my task. As I did, Inga, now throwned
on my face, began to flex her impossibly large 20" biceps. The glare from the
lights bathed them for everyone to see. Her profusely sweating armpits dripped
continuously from her forest of blond, saturated pit hair. The audience was
going wild, as they heard me lapping away at Inga's dirty ass. Some even were
masturbating right there, uncaring, intent on pleasure for its own sake.

Suddenly, Inga commanded me to stop. " Now you must clean my Achseln. She
lifted me five feet off the mat. Blood was dripping in torrents now from my
busted nose. Inga slowly turned in a 360 degree circle so that everyone could
see what her cruel ass had done to my once Patrician nose.

Effortlessly, she spun me around by my hair and raised her huge hand. Slowly
drawing back, she slapped me full in the face, like one might swat a fly, or
some other flying pest. Crackkkkkkkk! The women in the first row were drowned
in my jaw juice and blood. Several scooped up the fifteen teeth that exploded
out of my busted mouth, like an eruption from Mt. Vesuvius.

Smiling, tasting my face gore with one huge finger, " You must move faster,
Obey immediately, Mein kleiner Sack mit Knochen( My little sack of bones). Now
lick the stinken from these pits!"

I immediately began to lick away the torrent of sweat that dripped from her
huge pits. I even sucked on her long strands of pit hair. The salty nature of
her dripping liquid burned the busted bones in my jaw and destroyed face. Now
her armpits were covered in my face blood and their huge caverns were thick
with it. Yet I labored on, moaning as my dick hardened, despite the horrific
beating I was taking. Unfortunately, for me, I ejaculated all over myself,
unable to control my sexual impulses.

With rage, Inga yelled, "Sie wertlos Pierce ScheiàŸe( You worthless piece of
shit) look what you have done. Now you die by my hand." Of course, the psych
profile that the promoters of this event, had read about me, knew I would
react to Inga in this manner. It was all part of the show, unknown to me,
however.

Now, Inga rested my jaw on her huge arm, as she moved behind me. I squirmed
like a fish on a hook. Slowly Inga began to flex up and down, down and up. The
result was instantaneous. My eyeballs popped out of my head and hung by bloody
strands , on my face. Reaching around, Inga plucked them free and put them in
the fold of her now soaked thong. She would action them off later for
thousands of dollars.

Next, she switched arms. Her other python was every bit as hard, sinuous and
deadly. This time she flexed once and held it in place. The immense pressure
from it had a dreadful effect. As it increased, my face began to split down
the middle, like a piece of meat. We were both now covered in gore, bits of
bone, cartilage, and other unidentified parts of me.

Still, not yet satisfied, Inga flexed harder. The noise changed from a hideous
CRACKKKKKKKKKK to a SICKENING SQUISHING noise.

With one final exertion, my face split apart. Grunting with satisfaction, Inga
stopped, and released her hold. The two halves of my face fell to the
mat.......A wet PLOP. My body followed. Pressing down with her huge leg( 32"
quad, 20" calf) on my destroyed body, she was rewarded with a geyser of blood
and guts that shot out, and covered the entire five rows of the audience.
Keeping up the pressure she drained me entirely of my precious red fluid, and
organs.

Raising her huge, now more- pumped-up arms, Inga roared, "Dies ist, was
geschieht, zu allen Menschen, Hunden inferior!" This is what happens to all
men, inferior dogs.

Yet I did haveTHE LAST LAUGH, because mixed in with all the blood, gore and
guts was my very last Ejaculation. You see, I anticipated that Inga would end
my life in just the way I WANTED IT TO END. So who was the BITCH now! Hahahaha