Holding It Together




As you well know readers, this story is a work of fiction and any names,
locales, or situations that are similar to real life are purely coincidental.
Enjoy! GJ

So I have done some stupid things in my time. Mostly they involved getting
myself being beaten to a pulp by some beautiful Amazon jawbreaker. To date, I
have had my jaw rewired six times. I spent a total of 92 days in the hospital
from the beatings I received at the hands of( no dear reader, I really need to
amend that to, "Fists OF") my female muscle face busters. Now that also
included a busted nose( five times).......busted cheekbones( 5
times)........teeth extractions( a total of 32 teeth which had to be
implanted) ....broken eye sockets( 6 times).... and twelve busted ribs( I was
gutted six times with massive internal organ damage as well).

So you got the picture. You know you could probably call me "Bionic Face",
since I was rebuilt so many times. There must be a way to protect me from the
excessive damage, as my face oozes bone fragments, tissue and massive amounts
of blood. How much can I man take? Ok, ok, dear reader so you "Think I doth
protest too much, is that it?

Then one day, as I was sipping a latte in a Starbucks , on Fifty-ninth and
Park, I read where new materials were being developed to help unfortunates who
had massive facial damage( like going through a windshield at 50mph, or
getting the face busted until the unfortunate resembled "Road Kill"). The cool
thing was that the company that manufactured these new materials were looking
for " test subjects", to help with the research. Gulping down the rest of my
brew, I hurried over to the testing site which was adjacent to a very famous
hospital, located in the lower sixties on the east side of the city.

Finding a parking spot, which was in itself miraculous, I pushed open the
doors of "Bio-Development Corp.", and asked the security officer where the
volunteers were to go. Smirking, she smiled knowingly and pointed to a bank of
elevators. I got an instant hard-on when I saw that arm flex into 18" of rock
hard muscle. I barely heard the directions, "Take elevator 1 up to the tenth
floor, and good luck...I doubt if I will recognize you again when you finally
leave ....That is if you ever leave.

The elevator rose in a quick whishhhhhhh of sound, until it stopped at ten.
The floor indicated , R and D.....Research and Development.

Stepping out , as the doors parted for me, I was greeted by a six foot three
inch Amazon. She looked Nordic.....about 27 years old. She was massively
muscled underneath her tight fitting lab coat, which had cut off sleeves to
accommodate her huge arms . (Yes, dear reader, after a while you can spot
these things, even if she had been wearing a Sherpa Coat made of animal fur).
Her biceps looked to be around 20", and her calves were at least the same size
around. I bet her lat spread was about 50" as well.

Taking my hand, Dr. Lindquist ( she told me her name immediately), took me
through the lab doors to a secluded room. It was large and was covered in a
plastic-like substance. Can you guess why, dear readers? She pointed to a
chair and handed me a form to read, as she sat down, exposing the most
powerful quads and legs I had ever seen. Ooopsss, did I just cum in my pants?
Oh well, what is one to do when confronted with such beauty and power?

Reading the standard form, which informed me I was to waive seeking any and
all legal assistance, should I end up in some unfortunate state. Can you image
what that might be dear readers? Oh I could and it made me hot. Boingggg went
my Peter and registered very high on the old Dick- A- Meter.

Looking up, into the beautiful Cerulean blue eyes of my Doctor, I sort of paid
attention as she outlined my fate. First, my face was to be photographed and
CAT- scanned. Once this was done, my face was to wired with the experiment
product....which was a tungsten-like wire with super holding power. Then my
face was going to be beaten to a pulp and then re-photographed and re- scanned
to see if indeed the product kept my face intact.

One hour later to the minute, after the initial testing, I was brought to a
chair in the room that resembled one found at the dentist office. It could be
adjusted to any angle, which was important, as you might well imagine. I held
that thought as Dr. Lindquist approached.

Removing her lab coat, she donned a plastic white smock, that covered her
entire upper body down to her calves. I was mesmerized with her huge breasts,
and perfectly round, hard ass , she turned and bent down to put on plastic
boots as well. The covering must have been warm because I could see trickles
of sweat run down her hairy armpits, as well as slowly drip from the peaks of
her biceps as well.

Next she grabbed my face and began to sew its bones with a thin tungsten
thread. It hurt so much as it invaded my jaw, cheekbones, eye sockets and even
inside my nasal cavity. It was like fire hot needles were being pushed inside
my face. Soon small drips of blood meandered where the wire punctured the
aforementioned areas.

I began to sob uncontrollably. Looking up at me, taking a break, the good
doctor smiled flexed each bicep and said, " If you think this hurts imagine
what these babies can do. I will hit you so hard that you will wish to be
dead. In the past that has happened by the way. So perk up, there is always
hope. How could she know I was PERKED up, already?

Using her right fist, she punched me in the nose. Her blow was so powerful
that I was pushed back in the chair, as a flume of blood and cartilage flew
out hitting her in the plastic suit chest high. Next she hit me with a right
and left hook combo right in my jaw. My blood exploded in a haze of redness.
Waiting a second she counted and soon all my teeth began to fall out, into a
bucket below me.

So it went punch after punch until I was a nothing more than a man with a now
busted face. My doctor was saddened with the results because when she cut the
wire out of me, pieces of flesh, bone, and assorted other things began to
fall, like leaves from a tree, on a windy Autumn day.

She hit me with one final punch driving my shattered jaw into my brain,
killing me instantly. Then I was photographed and scanned again as promised.

I never even heard her say, "Send our next subject into Room 3 while I clean
up. If this doesn't work, it's back to the old drawing board I guess. It
appears scientifically that nothing is stronger than the fists of an Amazon
Woman."