The Spider's Lair
                                                                               
                 
 
                     Dear  Readers: This story is entirely a work of
fiction and any similarity between characters and local, to real life
situations, is entirely  coincidental. Enjoy! GJ      
                                                                               
          
                                                                               
                         The Spider's Lair
             
                One day I was walking in Central Park. I loved to  stroll
around yacht basin, as everybody knows. Suddenly I heard a terrible
sound. As I approached, albeit with caution, I made out where the
noise was emanating from. On the deck of a mammoth yacht, whose name I
could not see), I spied a woman, probably 5'10". She weighed
approximately 190 lbs of pure muscle. Her biceps had to  measure at least
21". Her quads were about 32", and her chest was about 54". You should
know, dear readers, that  I am so  turned on  by  muscular, dominating,
kick ass women. I love to  watch those videos where they give a harsh
beat down to some schmoe. I have seen them knock out teeth, break jaws,
noses, check bones and eye sockets. I fantasize about having one such
steel-fisted Mistress do  that to me. I was instantly aware that the
sounds I heard were someone's face being broken. Attendant with that,
were horrible blood curdling screams and moans.Then they ceased. I get so
hard thinking about it, I threw caution to  the wind and approached
closer. The Amazon was now wiping her bloody  fists in soapy water and
she was laughing. It was like she had just beaten in someones face and
was cleaning up to go home. I wondered what she was going to do to  with
the body, because it was obvious her victim had bled out.
 
             Walking to gett a better vantage point, I could see my
Bloody Mistress better. She was Hispanic in origin. I could tell  from
her hair, her big, hard butt and tits, and her coloring( which was very
tan).  It was odd though, for I did not see any victim nearby. I wonder
if she had "eighty-sixed" her hapless schmoe already. Perplexed, yet in a
muscle lust face breaking fantasy in my  head, I never saw her reach over
the side, and grab me by my expensive Armani shirt. Suddenly I was lifted
into the air, like a rag doll. I was now really frightened. Yet, as I got
closer to  her,  I could smell  her sweat and feral scent. I got so hard.
My feet were dangling in the air and I wondered how much pain and
suffering I was about to endure. The last thing I remembered was a huge
fist coming towards me. I heard a CRACK, felt bone breaking pain and
thern NOTHINGNESS. I had ejaculated in my custom made trousers.
 
            I woke up forty-five minutes later, my head was elevated over
some catch basin, dripping jaw juice and teeth, into it. I could feel
the craft moving along at a fast clip. I knew my jaw was probably busted
in at least two places. I was in a world of pain. Then I felt my Mistress
pull me up by my now matted, bloody and sweaty hair. Raising me up to 
her  eye level, she smiled and said, "Welcome aboard Mr Jones. It seems
you  fell  for my little trap. I knew you  would be "swept up", as it
were, with  my little charade.  You see there was no  victim before, only
a cd of a former victim of mine, in the throes of death. The blood
was his as well. So I reeled you in and now you are all  mine to play 
with. My name is Mistress Musculosa and I am so  happy to make your
acquaintance, hahaha." By the way, I have an extensive dossier on you.
You have resisted a corporate take over by your biggest competitor for
too long now. So they hired me to deconstruct you and smooth the way,
for a really HOSTILE TAKEOVER ."
 
           Now I knew what had occured. I was to  be her next victim.
"Please Mistress...I implore you, beat me to a pulp, but allow me to 
live. I will  pay you $5,000,000 if you spare my life." Looking at
me, with a pondering gaze, Mistress smiled and licked some blood off her
right fist lovingly. "Well, that would hardly do Mr. Jones. You see I was
contracted to make you disappear and I always adhere to my  agreements.
Besides, my compensation will  far out way your puny offer. Shall we get
started now? I have an appointment with Elizabeth Arden( The Red
Door) later today, for a full spa treatment, and I won't be late." 
             So then it began. Mistress took my head and rested my  jaw
on her steel peak. Then she began to flex it up and down. Her bicep
crashed into  my face over and over. It felt like a huge steel  fist was
punching me in the jaw, deconstructing me, pulverizing me. I began to
spit out teeth and blood drool into  the catch basin. Mistress switched
to  her other jaw breaking bicep, and she went to  work on the other side
of my jaw, making it into a red mushy paste. "You must like my steel
pythons because you just came again, my little plaything", she whispered
seductively in my  ear.  
 
            Next dripping in sweat and covered in my face juice, Mistress
lifted up my head and began jabbing my face with left and right punches
very  quickly. I could feel my nose crumble into a blood stump. My eye
sockets were broken as well and my bloody opaque colored eyes popped out
on the deck. "You look like a Halloween fright mask, my friend", Mistress
advised me, as she began to  knock out every single tooth in my mouth.
Soon it was a blood cave of teeth dust and blood. 
 
           Suddenly she stopped and saw my body  continue to quiver, as
if in the throes of some epileptic fit. I slowly began to melt down the
wall towards the deck. When my face was in line with her massive muscular
ass, she turned around, dropped her thong and nestled my face in her
smelly, cavernous butt. "Now sniff slowly, and inhale the aroma from my
sweat and special leftovers from lunch. I want you to  eat them all  up.
Consider it your last meal. That's it.......Enjoy for soon my ass will 
smother you  to  death. Then I will beat you to fish paste and feed you
to the denizens of the deep that inhablt these waters." Doing so I got an
instant hard on. As she flexed her powerful  sphincter muscles, she began
to deconstruct my  face, like a Butt Garbage Disposal. After several 
minutes, my hands flopped to  my sides and my face was pulverized.
Stepping away, having been drenched in my assorted blood and
brain juices, Mistress Musculosa let me drop  to  the deck...Dead As A
Doornail.
 
          My muscular assassin quickly turned off the tape machine of me
being killed by her powerful  body. Smiling she realized that this would
be used to "catch another fish", who  would be her next victim. Pounding
my entire body  to  blood pudding with her mallet-like fists, I was
reduced to a small heap of powdered bones, some flesh and many pints of
blood. My paltry remains ended up in the water as chum for the fish.
 
               My killer checked her watch( which was now  splattered
with my blood) and turned her beautiful  craft around, heading back  to
her docking area. Too bad I never initially read the boat's name, THE
SPIDER'S LAIR. Perhaps it might have saved my life.