This is an old story, I've found on my hard drive. Those days were we young and innocent: we dared to rewrite stuff already written.
We loved the stories of the distant BBS. Cracking our heads we modified some stories for the fun of it.
All credits go the original author of Larry's Lament.
However I thought I share this one. I was member of that group then, so without further ado here goes.
The Delicious Destruction of Peter
Modified by Men Out Of Their Minds
Shawne physically destroys a man, breaks ribs and ...
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Disclaimer: The original story "Larry's Lament / Adventures of
Sandie Stone" inspired us to re-arrange the layout, expand the
plot but also to rewrite the story a bit.
We don't claim any copyright of this, because we used some other's
story, that gave us so much joy. We don't know the original
author, but we bow down to him/her/them and send our best wishes
and thanks.
It is our hope that all of You will enjoy this modified story of a
man's destruction. Thank you and enjoy.
The following story (m) modified by Men Out Of Their Minds 2000
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My date stood me up, so I stalked a new woman. I'm in the tall,
athletic females, long legs, big breasts and so; sometimes these
women were even taller than me. But that didn't matter at all if
they turn out fancy in bed.
So I bumped into her 'by mistake' and we made conversation. One
thing led to another and we ended up in her house. She seemed to
be a real fuck, yet something taller than me. But real men don't
let chances go by, do they?
Once there, I told her that I liked athletic women, but that no
woman could ever dominate a man unless he wanted her to.
She got really pissed off and undressed her upper body, wearing
only the skintight denims and black high-heel stilettos. Till now
I had only recognized her superior height and lovely face. Working
her body out of her disguising furry sweater sprayed her perfume
in the air. I was mesmerized by the scent but then I got the shock
of my life:
Shawne, stripped to the waist, revealing a body of incredible
muscularity, yet sexy femininity. She had a perfect hourglass
figure, broad shoulders and a slim muscle-ripped abdomen. And her
pair of globes were fantastic full rounds defying gravity; young,
big, healthy melons to suck and suck and suck.
But she was more. She had brawny arms, every male bodybuilder
could dream about. Her legs were like columns to support a
skyscraper, enormous muscles, but also graceful in sight. And they
reached from sky above down to earth, completed by her extreme 4-
inch-heel, black stilettos. She left visible notches and craters
in the floor while moving. What a view!
"I'll show you how easily this woman can dominate a man.
Especially a skinny puke like you..."
She then flexed her massive arms.
"I'm rough, tough, and mean, baby. My big muscles are hard as
steel and I like to use them to destroy men."
She flexed harder.
"I like to strip a man naked so I can see the effect that my
fists have as I pummel his outclassed body. Then, after I've
softened him up with my fists, does the real fun start."
She flexed more harder.
"I like to slowly wrap my immense arms around his broken body
and smash him up against my big chest. The feeling of holding a
petrified naked man in my muscular arms and crushing him into
screaming submission is unbelievable! It's a lot more satisfying
than sex."
She flexed even harder.
"Sex is satisfying to the man as well as to me. When I
physically destroy a man, only I get the satisfaction. He gets
nothing but the pain he deserves!"
I stared in disbelief at her incredible muscle posing.
"I like to feel a man's body collapsing against my big breasts
due to the raw strength of my arms. Feeling and listening to his
ribs breaking is pure ecstasy to me because I know that my massive
muscles are causing his torment."
Her nipples protuded. "Nothing turns me on as much as watching
the bruises grow and the blood flow while my big female muscles
tear a man to pieces. Except listening to his cries of agony and
his pathetic begs for mercy as my fists rip into him!"
She twinkled at me. "Your eyes telling me how hard you want me."
She let her words sink.
"Now, there's nobody here but you and me, and I'm feeling real
mean tonight. I'm going to rip you up, and break you into little
pieces!"
She assumed another flex.
"But, little Peter, it's going to take a while. I'm going to
drag it out so I can really punish you. I'm going to take my time
between punches so you can feel the real effect of each one. I
want you to feel the pain physically, and the terror emotionally,
that my overwhelming strength is going to inflict."
I gulped aloud, eyes widened fearfully. 5 minutes ago I wanted
her to fuck, but everything turned.
"I'm going to show you where the next one will land. Then I'll
wait before I throw it, so you can squirm in fear, waiting for the
terrible misery that my muscles will cause. And, all the while,
I'm going to make sure that you know that a female is slaughtering
you." She blew me a kiss.
"Your sweet soft body is mine, Peter. All mine."
She looked down on me.
"So, I'm going to take it... my way. Then when I'm done pounding
it, which will take a long long time, I'll have lots of fun with
that cute little cock and those nice tender balls of yours."
She chuckled and her breasts began to rock slightly, then
standing firm and hard as before.
The muscle-bound woman reached over and ripped my clothes off:
the various pieces of clothing simply disintegrated under her
power. I tried to resist as best I could, but she was unstoppable.
She laughed derisively at my frail efforts.
"No, You asshole, that's an expensive shirt..." I protested.
"What..."
In less than six seconds my clothes had been turned into a pile
of rags at my feet. I was whimpering in fright as the Amazon
speculatively eyed my nakedness and my rigid hard-on.
She pointed at my crotch. "I'll rip that, too."
Anxiously I covered my penis. "No!"
She laughed like a rolling thunder: "This is really going to be
fun! Your little muscles won't ever be able to stand up to this!"
She slowly resume to flex her huge biceps in front of my face.
Her mocking laugh only added to my fear as her biceps once again
grew into huge mountains of man smashing granite.
"Imagine, Peter. Imagine what these babies can, and soon will do
to you. See how big they are."
I only saw her mighty biceps. "They're 23 inches now. 23 inches
of raw, man destroying muscle that I'm going to use to impose
hideous amounts of debilitating pain upon your pathetic body!"
She let her words fill the room. Her biceps swelled into my
mind.
"I'm not as strong as I look. I'm stronger." Her mountain bicep
swelled and swelled. "A lot stronger!"
I saw the pulsating blood in her veins. She watched my fear.
"Oh, man, Peter. Are you going to be hurting..." she chuckled.
I fell to my knees in front of her. I was quaking in fright. I
was in so much terror that my body was covered with sweat and I
was hyperventilating.
"Oh please Shawne! Please don't do this. I know that you're
stronger than me!" I begged her; tears of fright and humiliation
flowing freely. "Don't hurt me, please! You're too strong for any
man!"
She looked down at me with contempt. "What a fucking wimp!"
Shawne bended over to me, her tits closing in.
"Try to be a man. Try to fight me. Pit your tiny muscles against
mine! I like it when I get some competition. I might even take it
easier on you! Come on, asshole! Fight me to fuck me!"
She rose again and flexed her arms menacingly.
My throat constricted in fear. I crawled over to her and wrapped
my arms around her huge thighs. I rested my face against the demin
cladding Shawne's granite quadriceps, sobbing in complete
subservience to her. I was totally humiliated by the act of
cringing in front of the woman, but she was so muscular and seemed
to be unbelievably cruel that I would do anything to save myself
from her savage power. All my thoughts to fuck her were gone and
replaced by anxiousity.
She stood above me, reveling in my fear. Shawne loved the fact
that a naked, full grown man cowered before her. She knew and
luxuriated in the fact of her muscular dominance over me and the
abject terror that her massive muscles caused.
"Poor little man. You know that you can't stop me, a woman, from
smashing your pitiful body. You better be afraid! I have the
strength and the will to pulverize you. I'm going to get a lot of
satisfaction from your fear and your pain."
She wrapped my hair around her fingers and lifted me easily to
my feet and markedly slowly to the level of her breasts... She had
the power to lift a car.
"Ohhh..." I squealed.
"Yes, Peter, there you are. And I'm going to love listening to
your cries of agony as I mangle you."
I cried in pain and she laughed again, while rubbing her big
breasts and erect nipples against my quivering chest.
"If this hurt you that bad, you're in real deep shit, asshole.
By the time I'm done with you, lifting you up by your hair will
feel nice compared to the other things that I'm going to do."
She let me dangle a heartbeat.
"Like this for example!" Shawne buried her fist deep into my
gut.
"Aaauuugggghhhh! ...oh God!" I screamed as incredible pain
exploded in my stomach.
Shawne cruelly snickered and let me drop to the floor. "Felt
that love tap, didn't you, limpdick."
I rolled up into a fetal position as the terrible pain rolled
through my body. I was oblivious to anything except for the
horrendous pain that the busty muscle woman's punch had caused.
She let me lie on the floor for a few minutes until the pain
started to abate. Then Shawne lifted me, again by my hair, to my
feet and up to her breast level.
She said nothing, frozen in her movement.
"Here we go", she announced.
She slammed me against the wall. Before I could slump down, she
pinned me to the wall by ramming her forearm against my face. I
tried to push her away with both of my hands, but her one arm was
much stronger than my two combined.
"What's the matter Peter. I thought that all you men were
stronger than women. Your pipe stem arms can't even budge me. You
are pathetic, little one."
Shawne then started rubbing her big chest against mine again.
"Do you like this, Peter? Do my big, hard breasts turn you on?"
asked the beautiful sadist.
She grabbed my prick and began to rub it. I began to get hard as
she manipulated my prick and kept rubbing her beautiful breasts
against me. Ah, tits, I love them... even this pair of my cruel
tormentor.
Suddenly, her grip became excruciatingly painful. At the same
time she started pulling on my cock very hard. I moaned in agony.
"What's the matter big boy? Do I hurting you?" She twisted my
cock savagely. "I'm not your mom and also not your girlfriend."
She bend my cock up till I screamed murder.
"I'm the woman that's going to turn you into mush. I could pull
this right off of your body if I wanted to. And, I just might
later. Then you will be cleared from any sexual arousement and
harrasment."
She bend it down. "Shall I continue now?"
"Nooooo! Please, not! Arrrrrrrrrr..." I stammer in agony.
Shawne bend it upward again. "Why should I? This is a useless
body part of your great species calling self males."
I was near fading out by the pain she inflicted.
"Well, later, little." She let go of my cock and pulled her
chest away. "Later I will take it from you."
I shivered, quivered, fixed by her brawny arm, unable to control
my body motions.
"No objection? Tell me, Peter, what's on your mind? Where's your
wish to fuck me now?"
She released her forearm and simultaneous grabbed my throat in a
grip of iron. "Speak, 'lover'."
I looked down her mountainously muscled arm to her massive
chest. Her big outthrust breasts rode high on top of layers of
rock hard muscle. Her iron grip around my throat didn't let me
hardly breathe. I tried to speak, but my voice croaked.
"Shawne, don't..."
"You didn't take my first punch very well. Lets see how you do
with this one." Shawne then drilled me with another devastating
blow to the same spot as her first one. Another explosion of
unbelievable pain engulfed my abdomen.
I couldn't scream or fall because of her torturous grip on my
throat.
She laughed cruelly right in my tear filled face. "That one was
a very soft one, Peter. Imagine what a full strength one would do
to you."
My brain jerked.
She babbled on: "I love my punching power. It hurts you weakling
men so much, which gives me so much pleasure."
She then made an X with her fingernail on my rib cage. "This is
where the next one will land. I'm going to wait for a while to let
your pain subside, and to let you sweat. Or maybe you want to
wank?"
Shawne finally eased of on her grip on my throat, allowing me to
get some much needed air. I was moaning piteously and begging her
for mercy.
The sadistic woman just kept a cruel grin on her lovely face as
I totally degraded myself by my weakness. She pushed her hard
nippled breasts against me once more.
"What happened the last two times I did this?"
She then ripped another devastating blow into me, right on the
spot that she marked earlier - I heard, and felt my ribs cracking.
"Auugghh! Oh, noooo! Oh God, no!" I screamed again as the
horrible pain once more tore through me.
She spat. "It takes real muscle to hit this hard. Not little boy
muscle like you have!"
Shawne drew another X on a different part of my chest.
"Here's the next target, Peter baby. You're going to feel how
hard I can really punch."
I looked at her huge, rippling muscles through my pain wracked
eyes. Sweat glistened on her rock hard body, making her immense
muscles appear even more formidable, yet desireable.
"No, Shawne, no!" I blubbered. "I can't take any more. I'm hurt
too much! Please! Stop please!"
The muscle-bound sadist grinned cruelly. "Why should I stop? I'm
just starting to have some fun. You haven't even begun to suffer
yet."
She breathed. "Besides, my big muscles need a workout. And what
better workout can I get than by using them to crush your weak
body."
She began to rub her firm breasts against me. Her hard nipples
dug into my yielding flesh. I started to shake in uncontrollable
terror.
She laughed aloud as she cruelly sent her pile-driving fist
directly into my X marked ribs. Crack!
When her blow landed, I felt my ribs disintegrate and another
huge explosion of pain detonate inside me. I screamed in agony.
The pain was even more terrible than from her prior punches. I
wanted to roll up on the floor, but her powerful arm still held me
upright. I was vaguely aware of her sadistic laughter as the
horrendous pain spread through my chest.
"That was one of my better jabs. The next one will be a true
power punch. I'll put some real force into it - then you'll know
what pain really is."
She slowly marked another X on me with her sharp nailed index
finger. This time, on my abdomen.
"Yeah, baby. I'm going to wait awhile, until you recover a
little. Next I'll rub these big tits against you again. Then, it's
hurting time!"
My level of fear increased tenfold. The big busted muscle woman
had me in fear for my life. I looked down her thickly muscled arm
which held me up. It was as solid as a steel "I" beam and just as
strong.
She slowly began to bring her bulging breasts closer to me. I
looked at the firm mounds of flesh with terror.
"Nice and big, aren't they? Just like my muscles!" She rubbed up
against me once more. Her nipples felt like daggers as they pushed
against my skin. I began to sob uncontrollably in abject fright.
Shawne chuckled wickedly while I quaked in dread next to her.
Suddenly she delivered an unbelievable blow into my stomach. Her
fist actually hit my backbone, so powerful was her punch. She
released her hold on my throat and dropped to the floor, puking
violently.
My agony defied description. The pain from this one punch was
easily twice that of all the others combined. I was coughing up
blood while my body twitched and spasmed from the trauma of the
buxom Amazon's battering blow. I writhed in misery for what seemed
like an eternity. The inconceivable pain would not abate. It
rolled through me in wave after wave of debilitating agony.
Shawne stood above me, luxuriating in my distress. "Suffer
Peter. I want you to feel this pain forever. Remember that a
female is causing your torment."
She giggled. "I'm not done yet! There's going to be a lot more."
I looked up at the muscle-bound woman who stood dominantly above
me. Her bone-breaking fists were planted firmly on her hips.
Massive slabs of hard deadly muscle covered her entire body;
especially her huge arms, broad shoulders, and thick chest. Her
large proud breasts stood out defiantly from her mighty chest. The
mere sight of them sent waves of terror through me.
Shawne's beautifully innocent face belied her sadistic persona;
except for her eyes. Those eyes burned with cruel intensity. I
could see her raw hatred for me and contempt for my weakness in
her eyes as she watched me writhing in mortal anguish. I knew then
that there would be absolutely no mercy in her. The powerful
Amazon would continue to batter my helpless body into oblivion,
using her huge muscles to sadistically inflict more and more pain
on me...
My cries of pain slowly changed to those of terror as the
realization of my impending doom sank in.
Shawne smiled cruelly. "Now you know, don't you. You know that
what you've felt so far is just a warm up for the real punishment
to come."
She stepped closer.
"I'm going to see just how much pain the human body can absorb."
She bend down. "You, on the other hand, are going to feel how much
pain the human body can absorb."
She grabbed my hair, and roughly pulled my face up against her
chest. She rubbed her firm tit against my bloody mouth. I was
quaking in fear of her breast! Each time the Amazon rubbed her big
tits up against me, horrible pain would soon follow, caused by her
incredible muscles.
Shawne was laughing quietly as I shivered in fear. She placed my
hand on her massive bicep. The feel of her arm was incredible.
Shawne's biceps were huge, thick, mountains of pure muscle. But,
the most astounding thing was the unbelievable hardness of her
arm!
Shawne's colossal muscles literally felt as hard as rock under
her tawny skin. Then, she slowly flexed her arm.
Shawne's already huge bicep peaks grew even more massive as the
buxom young woman bent her massive arm. Incredibly, her huge
muscles also got harder, much harder! What had felt like stone
before, now literally defied description. Her muscles were so
incredibly dense and hard that they could have been made of steel!
My hand involuntarily roamed over Shawne's titanic biceps.
She pushed her firm breast harder against my mouth and whispered
in a sexy tone: "I'm going to crush you into oblivion with my
arms. I'll squeeze in on your puny chest until your ribs shatter."
The urge to suck her nipple kept me alerted, my aching cock
began to stiffen once more.
"But first, Peter I'm going to rearrange your face."
My level of fear multiplied. In a fit of pure panic, I flailed
around in a futile attempt to escape the Amazon's embrace. And my
erection got harder.
She laughed derisively at my feeble efforts. She grabbed my
hair, pulled my head away from her breast, and roughly slammed my
face against her steely pectoral muscles.
I screamed in agony as my face smashed into the woman's armor
plated chest, breaking my nose. She pulled my head back and smiled
sweetly at me. Then she rammed me against her again.
I whined pitifully as my damaged face again struck her muscular
chest. Blood was flowing freely from my smashed face. Shawne
sadistically ground my shattered face against her chest, coating
it with my blood. The pain was horrible as she mangled my face
against her awesome muscles.
My stiffen rod collapsed - pain overrode lust. "Mercy..please
mercy!...Oh God, ....stop!" I begged weakly.
"Fuck you, worm! I'm having way too much fun!" She smashed me
into her big chest two more times. After the second one, I passed
out.
I came back to consciousness slowly.
I hurt all over. Shawne's muscles and fists had battered me
beyond belief. Blood had dried on my ruined face. My ribs burned
from her driving blows. The pain in my stomach was incredible.
Shawne's sadistic punches had surely caused internal injury.
Each wave of pain made me think of her big breasts rubbing up
against me. My fear of the young, busty, muscle woman returned. I
began to weep, knowing that she was going to return and punish me
some more. The vicious woman would not be sated. She would use her
awesome strength to carry through on her promise to crush me into
oblivion. I was in abject terror of the Amazon, but I could not
escape due to the damage that she had done to me.
I could only lay there, in pain, waiting.
"Well... Little limpdick finally woke up." she snapped. "Look at
you: crying like a baby. Just like every other poor excuse for a
man who comes up against me."
She walked to me. "I'm going to bust you up now. Try to be a man
and give me a little fight!"
She reached down, and by grabbing the nape of my neck, roughly
lifted me to my feet. Shawne turned us so that we were facing a
mirror. The images that I saw will forever be burned into my mind.
I was about five inches shorte than the woman. I did not compare
to the Amazon. Where I had thin, beanpole arms and legs; hers were
mighty mountainous limbs of pure power. My bandy chest and pot
belly looked ridiculous next to her massive chest and flat,
muscled abdomen. Shawne had beautiful, tanned, and unmarked skin.
Mine was pale, sweaty, and battered. My nose was smashed flat.
Both of my eyes were blackened. My ribs were caved in and bruised.
And my stomach was a mass of ugly purple-red bruises.
She was standing proud and powerful while my head hung down in
shame.
"Macho man doesn't look too good, do you Peter? Look at those
bruises! I bet your tummy is pretty tender and sore."
Shawne took me closer and pushed her big breasts up against me.
I began to shake violently in terror.
She smiled cruelly at me and buried her left fist wickedly in my
damaged gut.
"Oh God!...Aaauugghhh!...Aauuughh!" I screamed in mortal pain,
while dropping to my knees.
Shawne followed up by driving an incredibly vicious shot to my
kidney. I was again in agony, rolling on the floor, and puking
blood.
Without waiting for my pain to abate, the sadistic manbeater got
me up in a sitting position. She got behind me, placed her knee
against my back, grabbed both of my wrists, and pulled them back
behind me. Then she lifted them up, towards her.
"What I did earlier just made you hurt. Now, I'm going to do
some real damage." She cruelly lifted my arms higher. "I'm going
to wreck your body; one part at a time. I'll keep you awake so
that you can see and feel the destruction of your body!"
At the same time, she brought my wrists together. The added pain
was indescribable! I could feel my shoulders stretching and
tearing as the savage female pressured her vicious hold.
Shawne pushed her knee deeper into my back, increasing my
torment even more.
"Mercy! Oh God! ... Stop! ... Pleeease!" I cried weakly.
The Amazon relentlessly continued to increase her vicious
assault. I began to scream as the hideous pain mounted.
"Cry you weak little shit. Scream, as a woman demolishes you!"
Tendons and ligaments audibly snapped. I made feeble moaning
sounds. I was too weak to scream.
Shawne laughed in hilarity, loving the fact that her powerful
muscles were destroying me. She pushed my arms up higher, causing
even more damage. She pushed me down flat into a surfboard hold.
With her foot planted on my back, Shawne started to savagely
pull on my wrists. It felt like my arms were being torn off my
body.
"Pleeease.. Pleeease" I whimpered.
"Beg me, Conan! Beg this powerful woman to stop the pain!"
I begged her, I grovelled, I pleaded. All the while, she just
laughed and kept up the excruciating pain.
Finally, after an eternity of torture, she released me. I laid
motionless, in terrible agony. She grabbed my hair and pulled me
to my knees.
Pulling my head back, she smiled down at the broken features of
my face. She put her other hand on my jaw. Pulling on my hair and
pushing on my jaw, Shawne bent my head, neck, and spine back
wickedly. Leaning down over me, the Amazon kept pushing me down.
"I could snap you like a twig. Your fate is mine for the
taking!" she hissed.
I looked up at her, in terror. Her enormous arm muscles bulged
out in bold relief from the strain of her excruciating hold on me.
My neck and back were in horrendous pain as they approached the
breaking point. I was in fear for my very existence. The muscle-
bound woman was easily strong enough to kill me.
My ruined arms hung uselessly at my side. I tried to beg her for
mercy but - her grip on my jaw was too powerful. All I could do
was gurgle. Tears of pain and fear flowed from my eyes.
"Weakling! Just like all men! You're as weak as a worm compared
to me!"
She let go off my jaw. I slumped down but, her grip on my hair
kept me from falling to the floor.
"Don't worry, Peter. I'm not going to kill you now. I want you
to feel more pain. You can't feel pain when you're dead!"
She pulled my head against her stomach. Even through my agony, I
was amazed at the feel of her abdomen. Her flat ridged stomach was
as hard as steel. She rubbed my shattered face against her rock
hard, muscular stomach.
"Ever felt muscles as hard as these?" Shawne cruelly asked as
she pulverized my face. My broken nose started to bleed again,
coating her muscles with my blood.
Seeing this only caused her to grind me harder. "This is great.
I could do this forever", she gloated as she ground my face into
mush.
Shawne finally let me drop to the floor. I could hear her
laughing quietly, satisfied with herself. She left me alone with
my pain for about an hour.
Shawne returned, and - wasting no time - lifted me to my feet in
one go.
She wrapped her massive arms around me at the lowest part of my
rib cage. They felt like steel bands, engulfing me in a trap of
pure muscle.
"Now you're going to feel how strong I really am."
Pushing her big, hard nippled breasts against me, she whispered:
"I'm going to break every bone in your chest. I'm going to do it
slowly, one at a time. I'll make sure that you stay awake to feel
every bit of the agony that my muscles are going to cause."
Slowly, agonizingly, she increased the pressure. Her arms
constricted my rib cage in an awesome display of pure muscular
power.
I was crying gallons of tears and moaning in agony as the
terrible pain slowly increased. My bottom pair of ribs finally
gave in to the woman's cruel strength and snapped... I screamed in
agony.
Shawne let me slide down in her arms until my next pair of ribs
were exposed to her powerful grasp. She repeated her savage
assault with the same result. I was coughing up blood on her armor
plated chest as she tore up my insides with her terrible strength.
It took her an hour to complete her sadistic task of smashing my
chest. She could have done it in about five seconds, but she
wanted me to suffer. And suffer I did, as the busty muscle woman
slaughtered me with a vicious display of cruel power.
All the while that she was destroying me, she taunted and
degraded me verbally. When she was finally through, she let me
fall ignobly to the floor.
"I'll be back later to finish you."
She spat as she once again left me alone with my misery. My dumb
ears catched the fading click-clack of her stilettos.
Shawne returned and pushed me onto my back.
I looked up at the Amazon who had easily crushed my rib cage
with nothing but her muscular arms. She put her bare foot on my
balls and began to press down.
"Off we go. It's time to get rid of this", she proclaimed.
A new wave of horrific pain engulfed me. I moaned and screamed.
I begged, pleaded, and cried for her to stop. Ignoring my pleas,
she sadistically increased the pressure.
She had that cruel smile on her face while she mangled my
gonads. "Say goodbye to your manhood, asshole!"
Her laughter filled my ears. "You acted like a ball-less coward
in front of me, so I'll make you one."
Shawne lifted her muscle-bound leg and with one terrible stomp,
she smashed my balls under her black high-heels. Blood squirted,
flesh ripped - the shock of the blow made me pass out.
I awoke here in the hospital. The doctors say that I'll probably
live. No-one told me about my body or my genitalia. Is it even
there or am I crippled?
I don't have the guts asking the nurse to lift the blanket: she
looks so innocent and beautiful. She's an angel send to my
recovery. I am grateful with the situation. Everything is calm and
arranged, clean and warm. The medical machines keep me alive and
the nurse is attentive in service.
Here she comes again checking my pulse. I could see her
cleavage, she has some broad shoulders and a familar way to move.
"Hi, Peter. It's me, Shawne. Did you miss me? We can still have
fun with that what's left..."
Help me, god!
Men Out Of Their Minds 2000
