Shit For Brains 


 
            So here I was, being beaten to  a bloody pulp by a Mistress
of Muscle for hire. Her name is Mistress Jessica. She is 190lbs of pure
steel. Her quads are 32 inch...her bis are 21", her calves are 20" and
her chest is 52". She is extremely strong. She can  bench press
250lbs.....dead lift 320lbs and squat 450lbs. Her fists are huge. I can
feel  what is left of my face oozing red face pus from  each granite
knuckle. I could not see out of my eyes since they had been carefully
plucked from my head. Jessica simply pried them out with her index
finger. Each hung briefly on a gossamer strand of optic nerve. They were
dripping... making bloody tracts run down to the floor. Lifting up my
head she then plucked them, like a cobra going after a meal. I could not
scream because she had crushed my voice box. Hard enough to  cause damage
yet not lethal.
           I had no nose left since Mistress J had used her fists to
batter it with straight jabs. After fifteen punches....it too hung by a 
thread. I was covered in blood as it shot up into the air and splashed
back  down on both of us. My Destroyer grabbed the hanging lump and
pulled. It easily came away. Taking the nose meat, she fed it to  her
dog, Mitzi, a mean looking pit bull.... who  devoured it with  much
enthusiasm. A cavernous hole was left, where my nose had once resided. So
if you are counting dear readers, that is three holes to mar my once
perfect visage.
          Mistress Jessica was really good at what she did. Her punches
initially caused my face to  turn red. The next group of them raised
lumps where the swelling began to  form. The last group split the skin of
each  raised lesion and it developed mass amounts of blood letting and
facial damage. Her last punches liquefied any structure that was
left...such as cheekbones, optical bones, etc. Of course my teeth were
long gone. Mistress Jessica loved to punch her victims in the mouth,
stop, fold her hands at her sides and wait. Shortly thereafter, a river
of blood who  escape the once-mouth. Then the teeth would surf out on
that river, falling to  the floor.  
         Why would I endure such savagery, you might wonder? Was I
insane?  Not at all. I simply wanted to be beaten to death by a beautiful
Muscle Goddess. It was to  be my death wish......my requiem, as it were.
It made perfect sense to  me, as I relished the fistic onslaught of my
killer. I did not even mind when she began to  batter my ears with
powerful  hook  punches. In a matter of seconds, those aural receptors
were pulverized into nothing.
       Well, they were lumps of disfigured cauliflower. Soon, however,
they  too were pulled away from my misshapen skull. Lucky Mitzi caught
them in mid flight, as MJ threw them in the air, having her dog leap,
catch and eat her prize. So now I had two  more holes in my head. If I
had any  sense left I should have realized something was up  with that.
        Then, my  gore thirsty Fist Assassin, lifted me up with one
powerful  arm. I wish I could have smelled her pungent pits. My tongue
lept out and slathered her hairy pits with gusto. I felt cheated when I
could not sniff her feral, stinky odor emanating from under her arms. She
could see my raised tent pole dick now eager for eruption. Yet she would
not give me release just yet. 
        Mistress Jessica placed my jaw....oh  that would  be wrong...for
I had no  jawbone...Jessica had long ago removed it with a powerful
uppercut. It flew from my face like a missile bent on  destruction. Let's
just say, she rested the bloody stump on a block of cinder that was
nearby. Speaking clearly and softly she whispered to  my aural hole, "Now
this is going to  hurt very  much. Don't move an inch or I will pull off
your dick and feed it to Mitzi. That is a specially delicacy that she
loves."
          Without warning and unbenounced to  my sightless head, her now
raised fist came down with precision, at the exact center of my head and
split it open. It was a non-lethal blow, which opened up  my brain cavity
to the open air. Now Mitzi was going crazy smelling all the blood that
dripped down to the floor. She began to lap it up enjoying the
claret's bouquet .  Mistress Jessica stopped to pet her briefly as she
reach for a huge funnel. 
          Slowly, she pulled down her sweat and gore stained shorts and
approached me. The funnel was slowly screwed into the hole in my head and
entered my brain stem. I never felt it of course. Those fans of Hannabal
Lecter will  remember the scene when he cooks up  a meal  of brain and
fava beans, as the helpless victim sits at the table,  his brain exposed
for all  to see.
          I never heard Mistress say, "Poor poor little man, I have not
moved my  bowels in five days. I will do so now. It is too bad you 
cannot smell its full  aroma." Slowly she sat over the device entry way
into  my brain. Soon she was filling that funnel up to the brim. Each 
time she would make, more presents from  her colon entered in. In
several  minutes she had filled up  my head to the point where it
was coming out of the holes in my  mouth, ears, eyes and nose. What was
left filled my stomach until it ruptured. 
        Checking me, she realized I was almost gone. Grabbing my hard
dick now, she began roughly giving me the last handjob of my life. Just
as I was about to  come. she relieved her bladder with golden nectar. It
was so powerful,so  intense.. that it flew out of my orifi drowning me
to  death just at the point when I ejaculated. Taking my dead body, she
flung it to Mitzi, who  devoured every me- morsel .
          Walking away slowly, Mistress Jessica turned just as my head
was being devoured with relish. "Well Mitzi, my pet, I guess he really
did have SHIT FOR BRAINS."