#COLLECTION: Sandi Stone Stories *Various Authors*

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Chapter 18 - Bunny and Sandi
 
At lunch break, I took my courage in both hands, as it were. I told
myself that she was just as scared as I was, and I turned to her, and
said "Sandi, let's go eat in the cafeteria." She closed her books and
nodded, and off we went.
 
I tried not to think about what we must look like. My head just about
came up to her chin, and if I looked horizontally forward, my eyes were
at the same height as her nipples. I tried not to stare at them too
obviously. It was better when we sat down, the difference wasn't so
obvious. She ate like a horse; I thought girls were supposed to be
dainty? I couldn't possibly get through all the food they gave me, and
when I saw Sandi looking hungrily at my fries, I offered them to her.
She grinned, and scooped them all onto her plate, and finished them in
no time. "Thanks, Bunny. I have a fast metabolism, I eat as much as I
can, and I don't get fat. I hardly ever get enough to eat; normal meals
are just not enough." She might not be fat, but she certainly filled up
her clothes rather well. "I have the opposite problem; they put such
mountains of food on my plate, I can never eat it all." Sandi looked at
me, up and down. "You're too thin, Bunny. You should eat more." "You
sound like my mother, she keeps saying that, too. I eat as much as I
can, I really can't eat any more." Sandi laughed. "I'm not your Mommy.
Hey, let's go sit outside, enjoy the sunshine."
 
We found a patch of grass that wasn't too grungy. Sandi knelt down, her
feet pointing out behind her, and settled back, sitting on her calves. I
sat cross-legged in front of her; I still had to look way up to see her
eyes, but at least that was more because of our sitting positions. "You
know, I've never understood how girls sit like that. If I try that, I
get terrible cramp in my ankles and calves." Sandi laughed. "If I sat
like you are, I'd be showing everything I've got!" I blushed. "I didn't
mean, I mean, I mean I didn't mean ..." "No, it's OK Bunny. Have you got
a sister?" "No, just a cat, Phoebe. She's a bit like you, actually." And
then I thought about yesterday, and I blushed deeper. "Like me? How?"
"Well, she walks a bit like you, sort of graceful and feline, you know?"
I could hardly tell her the rest of it, could I? "What about you, Sandi?
Any siblings?" "No", she said. "Not even a cat. I love cats. I'd love to
meet yours. I've always wanted a little kitten of my own." "Sure, you
can meet Phoebe. But don't expect too much. Cats take a long time to
warm up to people; she'll be very stand-offish for a long time." And
then the bell went for the afternoon session.
 
That afternoon was math. Calculus. I love calculus - it's so cool, so
elegant. Sandi spent most of the afternoon looking bored, and staring
out of the window. I spent quite a lot of time staring at Sandi, and
trying not to look as if I was. When you saw her from the side, she was,
well, I don't know how to describe it. Deep. Her body was sort of thick,
and you could see that only part of it was the way her breasts pushed
her blouse forward. Although that was quite a lot of it. I compared her
with the other girls. She was a lot deeper. And when you looked at her
from the front, she was very wide. Wide in the shoulders, wide in the
hips, and even wide in the waist. I knew she wasn't fat, because when
I'd been pushed against her, she hadn't felt flabby and soft. She'd felt
quite firm - hard, even. I'd bounced off her like a billiard ball off a
side cushion. At the end of the afternoon, I had a peek at her exercise
book. She hadn't done a thing, not a single example! I asked her about
it.
 
"It's all completely Greek. All these dx's and dy's and stuff, it just
doesn't make sense. I just can't do this stuff, it's too hard. How can
something be infinitely small - that's just stupid. And what's the use
of it, anyway?" "Sandi, if you flunk this course, they could drop you
from high school, or at least make you take it again." "Oh, I won't
fail. Don't worry about that," and she smiled. "Sandi, if you can't do
calculus, you won't be able to do lots of the things that follow on, and
you'll turn in blank papers, and you'll fail. You will! And it isn't
infinitely small, its infinitesimally small." "Bunny, don't worry about
it, I know what I'm doing. I got an A grade at school for math. Come on,
you can walk me home." I thought about my bicycle, and I thought the
hell with that. I'm walking a girl home. Hey! Me, walking a girl home -
I hope everyone notices.
 
On the way home, I kept up the pressure. I didn't want Sandi to get
thrown out for flunking math, especially as I thought I could help her.
"Sandi, calculus isn't so difficult." "Everyone says it is. And they're
a lot better at math than I am." "But how did you get an A grade at
school, if you can't do math?" Sandi smiled. "Yes, a lot of people
wondered about that. But here I am!" I stopped walking. "Sandi, did you
cheat?" "I didn't copy anyone else's work, if that's what you mean. I
just persuaded the teacher to give me a good grade."
 
I usually strap my books to my bicycle carrier when I ride home. But
walking with Sandi, I had to hold them by the strap, and when you weigh
85 pounds in your socks, ten pounds of books is a lot. The strap was
cutting into my hand, and my right arm felt as if it was longer than my
left. And my bad knee didn't make things any easier. "Hang on a minute,
Sandi." I put the books down, and put my hands on my hips, taking deep
breaths. "What's the matter, Bunny? Are you all right?" "I'll be all
right in a minute. I usually cycle, I'm not used to carrying all these
books." "Here, let me", she said, and before I could stop her, she'd
scooped up my books, and I found myself being walked home by a girl who
was carrying my books for me. She didn't seem to have any trouble with
them, and it made my life easier, so I decided that I was being silly
about this. If Sandi doesn't mind carrying my books, then that was fine
my me. Hey - at least I was walking a girl home, even if she was
carrying my books.
 
Chapter 19 - Infinitesimals
 
When we got to her house, I was shocked. It was an awful hovel, a dump,
really run down. I guess they weren't very well off. She invited me in
for a glass of lemonade. I met her mother, a small woman who looked at
me nervously, like maybe I was an axe murderer come to kill her
daughter. We sat outside on the lawn, and I turned to Sandi, and said
"Sandi, let me explain to you about calculus." What an immortal pick-up
line. James Bond would have been proud of me. "I won't understand a word
of it," she warned me.
 
"Calculus is about the way things change, the way things move. You can
use it for so many things, it's the Goddess of Mathematics." "Like what,
for instance," said Sandi. I tried to think of something that would
appeal to a girl. "Well, suppose you have twenty feet of fencing, and
four corner posts, so you have to make a rectangle. What's the greatest
amount of grass you can enclose, and what shape is the best?" Sandi
frowned. "I wouldn't even know how to start working that out", she said.
"What's the answer?" "You can work it out with calculus, and the answer
is a square, five by five. Twenty five square feet of grass. Now, that's
a useful thing, isn't it?" "I suppose so, especially if you're a
Rabbit," she laughed. I looked up at her frowning, but she wasn't making
fun of me, she was laughing with me, not at me, if you know what I mean.
"OK, Bunny, maybe it's useful, but it's still too difficult." "No it
isn't, Sandi. Trust me. It's just that people explain it in a difficult
way. Let's start with gradients."
 
"You know how different hills have different steepnesses? Some might
have a 1-in-6 grade, others might be 1-in-12. If you measure how much
you rise for ten yards horizontal motion, then that's the gradient. So,
if you rise one yard for ten yards of horizontal, that's a gradient of
1/10. If you rise two yards for ten yards of horizontal, that's a
gradient of 1/5."
 
"Well, of course. I knew that already", said Sandi. I continued. "OK,
you see - it isn't as difficult as they pretend. Call the vertical
height Y and the horizontal X. Then the gradient is the change in Y
divided by the change in X." Sandi thought about this for a second.
"Yes, of course. That's saying the same thing." "Right. So now, instead
of saying "the change in", let's say delta." "Why?" asked Sandi.
"Because it's shorter to say." "Fair enough." "Right then - the gradient
is delta Y over delta X." Sandi nodded. "And if we use ten inches
instead of ten yards, we get the same gradient, 0.1. You see that?"
Sandi nodded again. "Great", I said "now you understand about gradients,
and about delta. Now we'll do infinitesimals." Sandi shook her head,
"This is where I get lost." "No, Sandi, honestly, none of it is
difficult. Stay with it. Think of a hill with a gradient of 0.1 at
first, then it slowly gets steeper, until it's 0.3. A hill that curves -
lots of hills do that." "OK", she said, her eyes closed and her head
thrown back, "I've got that." Sandi with her head thrown back was quite
a sight. She had hills that curve, with some very interesting gradients.
I was feeling less and less infinitesimal all the time.
 
"If we measure the rise for 100 yards of horizontal, and then do the
same for ten inches, we'll get a bigger gradient with the 100 yards."
"Yes", said Sandi, "because the hill is curving upwards." "So which one
is right?", I asked. "What's the real gradient?" "Well, Buns, the
measurement with ten inches is more realistic, because the one with 100
yards is really measuring the gradient further along." Buns? I decided
to let the "Buns" stand for now, we were getting close. "Right! But ten
inches has the same problem. We want one inch". Sandi looked thoughtful.
"Well, really one inch could have the same problem couldn't it?" "Yes" I
was getting excited now, and waving my arms about a lot, like I do. We
were nearly there. "But as we make the delta X less and less, the
gradient doesn't change very much, because the delta Y gets less also.
And by the time we've got the delta X really, really small, the gradient
has pretty much stabilized. So even when delta x is almost zero, we can
get an accurate estimate of the gradient. And that's infinitesimals."
"Hang on, what's infinitesimals? Where did they come in?" "When delta X
is really really small, it's infinitesimal." "Is that all it means?
Really really small?" "Well, even smaller than that. Really really
really small. But not quite zero." Sandi stood up. I decided that I'd
rather stay seated and look up to her, than stand up and look up to her.
 
"So what's the big deal? Why don't they just say 'really really really
small. But not quite zero'?" "Because maths is full of shorthand
expressions. Infinitesimal is just easier to say. Just like delta X."
Sandi looked at her watch. "Bunny, I've got to go now, I'll see you
tomorrow at school." I stood up. I wanted to kiss her goodbye, but I
asked James Bond what he'd do, and he said it wasn't cool, so I didn't.
I picked up my books, and walked back to school. Well, I wasn't going to
leave my bike there to get vandalized, was I?
 
By the end of the week, Sandi had really understood infinitesimals, and
I'd introduced her to the idea of limits, by explaining that as you
shrunk down delta X and delta Y, the gradient approached a fixed number.
What really surprised me was the results of the Friday afternoon test.
Sandi very smugly showed me that she had an A grade. Now, not even I
believe that I'm that good a teacher, so I asked her outright - "Sandi,
did you cheat?" I really couldn't see any other way she could have
gotten an A. Understanding infinitesimals and limits doesn't give you
mastery over the Goddess of Mathematics. I knew I could get her up to
speed, but it would take time. In answer, she shook her head and pointed
at Mr Devonshire. I looked at him. "What?" "Round his neck, Bunny,
look!" I looked. He was wearing a blue scarf round his neck. I turned to
look at Sandi, and yes, it was exactly the same as hers. I looked
puzzled. "I don't understand. Why is he wearing a scarf like yours?" "It
isn't a scarf like mine, it *is* mine. Or rather it was. I gave it to
him. And he gives me good grades."
 
I couldn't understand. Maybe I was thick, but I just couldn't see the
connection. "Why would he give you good grades just because you gave him
a scarf? And why is he wearing your scarf round his neck? I don't get
it." Sandi regarded me, grinning. "Because I told him to. Bunny, you're
red hot on calculus, but there's more to life than infinitesimals."
Well, she obviously wasn't going to tell me, so I gave up. Girls like to
be all strange and mysterious sometimes, I've noticed. Dad says it's
something to do with the Mother Goddess. He gets pretty strange too, at
times.

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Chapter 20 - Sandi Meets Phoebe
 
That weekend, I invited her round to my house, to meet Phoebe. I kind of
hoped that just maybe more would happen, but I liked being around Sandi
anyway, so even if nothing happened, that was cool. She was so
confident, so sure of herself, so like Phoebe. I worried about things
all the time - my height, spots, sex. Getting to school on time. Making
sure that no-one saw my leg-brace. Getting bullied. Getting laid (would
I ever? could I?). Sandi radiated serenity and certainty. She always
knew where she was going, and she never seemed to have any doubts, just
like Phoebe. I felt good just being near her.
 
Phoebe is a Persian long-hair. She's staggeringly beautiful, and she
knows it. Her coat is a smoky grey, and she looks like a sexy expensive
fur coat on four legs. She's also graceful and athletic, and she doesn't
mind boasting about that, either. I've seen her walking briskly along
the half-inch-wide top of our wooden fence, leap up three feet to the
roof of the shed, and ignoring the 1.0 gradient of the roof disappear
over the top. But she has weapons, and knows how to use them. I once saw
her face off a dog that had made the mistake of trying to sniff her rear
end; one swipe of her flick-knives into his nose, and the dog moved
faster than a scared rabbit. You don't invade Phoebe's personal space
without her permission, especially if you're a dog. She was a deadly
hunter, too, and brought me trophies to prove her prowess. Mice mostly,
some birds and even a few squirrels. Sometimes they were dead, but more
often they were still alive, and she'd play with them cruelly, torturing
the poor things to death. I tried to stop her once, but she bit my
finger as if to say "Keep off", and took her victim out into the garden
to savor its death struggles. Phoebe had a vicious, sadistic nature; she
was very bad news to anything that she regarded as prey. If you don't
like it, don't keep a cat.
 
But Phoebe was also a playful companion. When she was in the mood, she
and I could keep each other amused for hours with nothing more than a
piece of string. And sometimes we would wrestle; Phoebe holding back the
sharp daggers she could stick into my hand, unless I went too far.
 
I explained all this to Sandi. "She looks like a sweet little thing, but
don't ever forget she's a carnivorous animal with teeth and claws." "I
know what you mean", she said, smiling sweetly at me, "I'm the same."
Well, I suppose people are carnivorous, although our teeth aren't much
use except against hamburgers, and I don't think my claws are any use at
all. I introduced them. Phoebe jumped onto my lap, and wanted to be
stroked. I showed Sandi how to do it; never stroke her the wrong way,
and don't take liberties underneath until she lets you. All the while
Sandi was doing it, I was wondering what it would feel like if the cat
wasn't there, if Sandi was stroking what was directly underneath. After
a few minutes, I felt tightly uncomfortable, and wriggled a bit to
loosen the constriction of my trousers. Phoebe jumped off my lap, and
Sandi saw what was underneath. I went scarlet. "Unhh, uh", I said. What
would James Bond have said? "Uh, unhh," I repeated, incoherently. Sandi
grinned at me, "What's the matter, Bunny? Cat got your tongue? Or did
the cat get something else?" So I said what James Bond would have said
in that situation. "Unhh, uh, urgh".
 
Sandi went across the room and picked Phoebe up. "NO!" I shouted, but it
was too late. You should *never* pick up an adult cat by the scruff of
the neck. That's the way cats carry kittens, and it's a total affront to
the cat's dignity. Phoebe did something too fast for me to see what it
was, and Sandi's arm started bleeding all over her white blouse. She
dropped the cat, and stared at the red patch spreading over her sleeve.
"Come on, Sandi, let's see to that." "She scratched me! That bitch
scratched me!" "Sandi, she's not a bitch, she's a cat, and any cat would
scratch you for doing what you just did." I pulled her into the kitchen
to wash the scratch. You shouldn't ignore a thing like that, because a
cat's claws are unhygenic; the last thing that Phoebe used them on might
have been a dead mouse or worse.
 
Sandi rolled up her sleeve, and we stared at the blood welling from her
forearm. Then I stared at her forearm; I'll come back to that in a
minute. The scratch wasn't too bad, really, maybe it stung a little. I
let the cold tap run on it for a little while, and then dabbed Tincture
of Iodine on it, which stings even more, but it's a great disinfectant.
I put some gauze along the scratch, and then a bandage, to keep it in
place. Sandi looked like she'd been in the wars, and I asked her how she
was. "Naw, it's just a scratch, I'll probably live" she said, doing a
John Wayne impression, and we both laughed.
 
"That's a very big forearm you've got there, Sandi", I said. She stopped
laughing and looked down at it. We both looked at it. I thought about my
own pipe-cleaner arms, and wished I had a hunk of meat like that. "I'm a
big girl, Bunny. A very big girl, with very big arms. Look, I'll show
you." And she rolled her other sleeve right up, and flexed her arm.
 
I nearly wet myself, there and then. I had never, ever seen anything
like it. I stood there with my mouth open and my cock hard, looking at
an upper arm that was probably bigger than my thigh. No, make that
definitely. There were lumps, bumps and bulges, there were veins and
arteries supplying blood to all that power - muscles I couldn't even
name, in great thick layers upon layers. You could see the blue veins
inside; I thought blood was supposed to be red? And running down the
front of her forearm up to her hand, a great thick cable. Sometimes,
late at night, I would dream about having arms like that, arms that
could frighten off the bullies, and then I'd wake up with my skinny,
scrawny pipe-cleaners, you could see the bones through the skin. And
here was Sandi, just a girl - no, you couldn't call her just a girl -
with muscles bigger than I'd ever fantasized about for myself. I thought
about how strong those arms must be; I imagined how her hands would be
able to open all the jars I couldn't manage. I bet she could crack nuts
without a nutcracker. I felt that I ought to say something, but all that
I could manage was "Unhh, uh". I wanted to touch it, to feel that hard
muscle, but I didn't dare - what if she got upset? Before I could work
myself up to ask her she put her incredible arm away. Just as well,
otherwise I might have had an accident. Then she said "Come on, Bunny,
explain to me about dy/dx again."
 
We sat down in the lounge, and I explained to her about cats; that was
more important. "You've got to realize, Sandi, that a cat is an
individual, with dignity and gravitas. When they play with you it's
because they want to. You wouldn't pick a grown man up by the scruff of
the neck - you mustn't pick a grown cat up that way." Sandi regarded me
steadily through those smoky grey eyes - her eyes were the same color as
Phoebe's coat. "I've never picked up a man by the scruff of the neck",
she said. The way she said it, made me wonder. If the rest of her body
was in proportion to her arms, she probably could pick up a man by his
neck. I shivered, just thinking about it. "So how should you pick up a
cat?"
 
"First of all, you shouldn't. Being lifted up is humiliating." "Yes, I
know", said Sandi, smiling gently, as of one who knows that being lifted
up is humiliating. I continued - "You should wait until the cat jumps up
onto you. But if you're really on good terms with a cat, or if it's a
real emergency, you would put your hands under her fore legs, and pick
her up that way. And you should put her down again as soon as you can,
or at least put her on a flat surface as soon as possible." Sandi turned
to me and put her hands under my armpits. "Like from here?" she said. I
couldn't control my tremble, and I couldn't use my tongue, so I just
nodded. She squeezed me gently, said "OK, I understand now." and let me
go. Phoebe jumped up and said "Mrrrp?", and stalked onto Sandi's lap.
"She's forgiven you, Sandi." "She's forgiven me? I'm the one who got
wounded!"
 
That evening, I lay in bed and thought about Sandi. I replayed the sight
of her arm in my mind, and thought about how wonderful it must be to
have all that strength, never to be afraid of bullies. I wondered what
the rest of her was like, whether her body was as big as it looked. I
imagined gazing deep into her soft grey eyes and telling her how
terrific she was. And I wondered if I could work up the nerve to ask her
for a date. I thought of James Bond and tried to be cool, casual and
collected. And I knew it wasn't going to work; Bond was at least six
feet tall, and it's easy to be self-assured when you're a sensible size.
Then I thought of Phoebe; she was only small, but she had dignity,
authority and a really cool attitude to life. I was going to be like
Phoebe.
 
Next week at school, the same two louts, George Salmon and a guy I
didn't know, played the same trick on me, one pushing the other into me.
Only this time, Sandi wasn't the girl I cannoned into. It was Diana
Tasker, and she went flying to the floor, with me on top of her. I
apologized, of course, but she was convinced it was all my fault and
called me a clumsy ox. If only. I felt awful about it, even though I
knew it wasn't my fault.
 
At break, I went and found Sandi, talking to Sally Armitage. This
particular 85 pound weakling had had sand kicked in his face once too
often. I didn't beat about the bush - I came straight to the point.
"Sandi, I'm fed up with being bullied." Sally giggled, yeah, thanks a
lot, just what I needed. But Sandi took me more seriously. She looked
down at me (I wonder if there's any way I can put on, oh, about 12
inches?) and frowned. "I don't see how you can stop them." Thank you,
Sandi. Let's try being less subtle. I described how I'd just been pushed
into Diana Tasker, and I said "What I really need is a big brother."
"But Bunny, you don't have a brother." Well, I wasn't going to ask her
straight out to be my protection, not in front of Sally. In fact, I
couldn't see myself asking her straight out at all. But I couldn't just
let this ride - if I knuckled under, then every knucklehead would see me
as a victim, and I'd be back where I was at my last school.
 
As I cycled home that evening, I asked myself, what would Phoebe have
done? I thought about it. She's have slid gracefully out of the way of
George, slashed him with a needle-like claw as he went past, and he'd
never have tried that trick on her again. It must be nice to be a cat.
But maybe there was a lesson here - Phoebe made up for being small by
having a rather vicious set of weapons. Could I do the same? All I
needed to do was make sure that people saw me as a predator, not a
victim. Phoebe carried a flick-knife, or rather a whole set of them. But
I knew I could get into really serious trouble if I took a flick-knife
into school, or any other kind of knife, come to that.
 

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Chapter 21 - Bunny Hits Back

Next day, I took my baseball bat into school; six pounds of hard wood. I
can't move very fast with my bad knee, so I simply came up behind George
Salmon, swung my bat as hard as I could, and cracked him on the head. He
went straight down, and stayed down, out cold. I put my bat in my
locker, and waited to see what the consequences would be. They were not
good.
 
Everyone had seen what I'd done - that was the whole point. I wanted to
establish that you don't mess with Robert Rabbit (and you don't ever,
ever call me Bunny, snarl snarl, Jimmy Cagney voice). But then The
Powers That Be stepped in - apparently, it's OK for two big jocks to
bully a little guy, but it isn't OK for him to hit back. I was called up
in front of the Principal, Mr Dixon, who explained that my sin wasn't
that I'd hit back, but that I'd done so unfairly, using a baseball bat,
and hitting from behind. I suppose he thought I should have challenged
the two of them to a fist fight? Anyway, he was suspending me from
school pending a decision about whether to expel me; apparently my
excellent academic record would be taken into account, as well as the
fact that I'd never been in a fight before. I thought of telling him
that I had, although rather one-sided, but wisdom kept my mouth shut.
"Rabbit, this is serious stuff; assault with a weapon." I thought of
explaining that there wouldn't be any point in me committing assault
without a weapon. A bit like eating fries, without the potatoes. "I hope
we don't have to get the police involved." Yeah, me too. Somehow, I
couldn't see the police being interested in a fight between two school
kids. "We really can't have this kind of thing in a good school like
Salt Mountain High."
 
As I left his office, I noticed that he was wearing a blue scarf round
his neck, just like Mr Devonshire, the math teacher, which reminded me
of Sandi, so I went to tell her about my troubles.
 
"Oh, Bunny, Bunny, how could you? That's so stupid, of course you'd get
caught." "But Sandi, if I just let them bully me, I become a victim, and
it just keeps getting worse and worse." We were sitting down by the
river bank, throwing stones into the water. "Bunny, believe me, violence
doesn't solve anything." "It's all right for you, Sandi. You don't get
bullied like I do. And it isn't just that I'm only five feet tall."
"Four eleven", she said. "OK, four eleven. And it isn't just that I'm so
skinny, either." "But you are skinny, you know, you're the littlest boy
at Salt Mountain High." Yeah, thanks for rubbing it in, Sandi. She
picked up a stone that I reckoned I would barely be able to lift, and
sent it flying down the river. "Look, Sandi, if I show you something,
will you swear to keep it a secret?" She turned to me and raised her
eyebrows, smiling at me. "Cross my heart." I pulled up my trouser leg
and showed her my brace. "Sandi, I just can't move very fast because of
this." "So why do you wear it?" "Because otherwise, my knee just can't
support my weight. I had polio when I was a kid ... " "I thought they'd
wiped out polio", Sandi interrupted. "Not quite. Almost, but not quite.
I've recovered quite well, really, but it's left me, well, skinny and
underdeveloped. Too short and too scrawny. I suppose I'm lucky to have
as much as I do have. And my right knee isn't strong enough. And I can't
throw a ball, because of my shoulders."
 
Sandi rolled over to her side, facing me. She put her hand on the
ground, and straightened her arm, lifting herself up with just that one
powerful arm. "Oh, Jesus, Sandi, I can't even do that with my good leg.
You see, Sandi, if the other kids find out about my brace, I'm as good
as dead." Sandi nodded. She knew how cruel kids were, especially to
anyone different. "Bunny, don't worry, I won't tell anyone. We're
friends, right? And don't worry about getting expelled; I can fix that
too."
 
What? No way! Mr Dixon was going to can me, after pretending to think
about it for appearances sake, and I told Sandi so. "Don't worry, Bunny,
I can fix it. Didn't you notice he was wearing one of my blue scarves
round his neck?" Yes, now she pointed it out, I did notice that, and
wondered about it at the time. It was exactly the same as the one she
wore in her hair, knotted round her ponytail. Men don't usually wear
silk scarves round their neck (apart from the Red Baron, of course), and
there seemed to be a few people dressed that way at school. So I asked
Sandi what was it with the scarves, and she looked at me without
speaking for a long time. I looked back at her, almost hypnotized by her
calm grey eyes. I had the feeling that she could see deep into my soul;
I felt small and foolish. Some women acquire the knack of making us men
feel like little boys, and Sandi had it already.
 
Then she shook her head briskly, dispersing the spell, and said "I'll
explain it one day. Trust me." Which sounded just like my parents "When
you're older, Robert". And I wondered if I'd ever be able to ask her out
for a date. And then I thought of her arms again. Oh god, and one thing
leads to another, and it was just as well that she turned and started
throwing stones again.
 
She was right, though. When Mr Dixon called me back into his office for
the verdict, he said "It's been decided to let you stay. But there must
be no repetition of this disgraceful conduct." "No, Mr Dixon." "From now
on, I want to see a model student - you're on probation." "Yes, Mr
Dixon." I waited to hear what my punishment was going to be. Detention
from now till eternity? Ten thousand lines? "You're banned from school
sports all this year." I could hardly believe my ears. This was supposed
to be a punishment? Then I thought, I suppose for some guys it would be.
So I kept a straight face, hung my head like a condemned criminal, and
whispered "Yes, Mr Dixon." "What's that, I can't hear you?" So I said it
loud and clear, trying to sound real disappointed, "Yes, Mr Dixon."
 
When I told Sandi about the lucky break with the sports, she didn't seem
be at all surprised. "Yes, that's great, Bunny, it means your leg brace
secret won't get out." "Yeah!" I almost danced with glee, except you
don't dance when you can hardly walk properly. I put out my hands, Sandi
slapped down on top of them, I did the same for her, and I thought about
the Luck of the Rabbits.
 
Did you know that Rabbits are lucky? You probably already know about
rabbits feet, but Dad always tells me that Rabbits are lucky, too. "And
you know what, son? The harder we work, the luckier we get." Dad had
this theory that everyone gets lucky sometimes, but most people were too
dumb to notice, and just let it slide by. He demonstrated this in the
street, quite often, by spotting a nickel or dime that someone else had
dropped, that no-one else had noticed. And then, get this, he wouldn't
pick it up! He'd leave it for the next guy; he called it a Random Act of
Senseless Kindness. This was a pet theory of my parents. If people
occasionally performed random acts of senseless kindness, the world
would be a better place. So they'd leave a quarter in public phone
boxes, gave a dollar to beggars, stuff like that, making the world a
better place.
 
I'd made sure that I wouldn't be such a victim by demonstrating that I
could hit back. And, somehow, Sandi had helped me get away with it. I
figured I was lucky having her for a friend, and I asked Mom what I
should do for someone who has just done me a good turn, how to say thank
you? Mom said what I expected. "Do a Random Act of Senseless Kindness."
 
Mom's full of crap like that. Something to do with the sixties, I guess,
because she was one of the Flower Children, she told me. I thought about
it, but not for very long, because gratitude delayed is gratitude
denied. Then I asked Phoebe what I should do, and she yawned, showing
the sharp teeth that terrorized mice for several blocks. And I realized
what Phoebe would want, and I knew what to get for Sandi.
 
I asked her to meet me at our usual place, down by the river. I put a
blanket down, to make her feel more comfortable, and I was sitting on it
waiting for her when she arrived. She looked a bit surprised about the
blanket, and maybe got the wrong idea, but not nearly as surprised as
she looked when I pulled out of my bag, the biggest bar of chocolate in
the world. Phoebe loves chocolate, and I figured Sandi would too. It was
two pounds in weight, and cost me fifteen dollars. I opened it, broke
off a chunk, and handed it to Sandi. She looked at it, smelt it, and
tasted it. "Sandi, you're acting like you've never had chocolate
before." "I haven't". Sandi's Mom worked in a supermarket, and they
didn't pay her very much. I suppose there wasn't much spare cash for
little luxuries like chocolate. She nibbled at it, and swallowed. A
blissful look came over her face. "Hey, it's great!" She bit off a
chunk, and chewed. I watched, as the taste sensation spread through her.
She closed her eyes, threw back her head, arched her back and almost
purred, and at that moment, I thought "Phoebe", and I wanted to rub her
belly and other things. She ate the whole thing, except a tiny piece
that I had to keep her company. "Bunny", she said, "you're my friend."
And inside, I glowed.
 

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The Grudge Match: Sandi Stone versus Randy Otter
Illustrated

by David Sullivan
art by Everton

Special thanks to Fabio M. for language translation skills with the artist.

CAUTION: The following story contains ultra violent M/F fighting, brutality and explicit art renderings of female superiority as well as some naughty language!

If ANY of this offends you please DO NOT READ FURTHER. If you DO  like this, GO FOR IT and enjoy!

And you better enjoy it as Sandi knows where you live!

Part One

It was billed as the grudge match of the decade and it certainly was. The advertising also billed it as “SanDi vs RanDy; The Double D Extravaganza.” The funny thing is that each piece of advertising featured Sandi’s prominent bust prominently. Make no mistake about it though; it was to be a vicious fight to the finish with one or both combatants terribly hurt or worse.

Randy Otter was a thug, a bully and a monster all rolled into a 6’4” 250# sadistic steel muscled killing machine. And the sociopath had killed… at least twice. The huge man had raped and brutally beaten two women to death. The law had not been able to do anything about it as Randy might be a sociopath but, he wasn’t stupid. That and, for some reason, potential witnesses tended to clam up after he had a ‘visit’ with them. He had taken the fight knowing that every other man that had gotten into the ring with the Amazon Sandi Stone had been beaten to a bloody pulp by the powerful girl. As stated earlier, Randy wasn’t stupid. He had watched DVD’s of her fights. He studied every move of the girl. Each punch, each throw, each hold. He had talked to several of her victims. They had told him of her incredible strength and how she seemed to be impervious to their hardest punches. None of this dissuaded Randy. He just took it as a challenge. He truly hated women and couldn’t wait to batter another one. This time it would in front of a huge live crowd and TV audience. He had developed a plan of action that he believed was foolproof.

Randy was all over TV and the internet with preflight interviews saying how he was going to make up in one match for all of the damage the girl had inflicted on men. He said that he would then fuck her battered body to death right there on live TV. This did not make him too popular with a large segment of the population but, he could care less. It did tend to stir up a bit of interest for the match though.

For her part, Sandi eschewed the press as was her usual style. She tended to let her fighting (beating!!) do the talking. Sandi Stone knew all about Randy. She had done her homework as well. She knew that he would (probably) be no pushover. The 5’6” 185# muscle girl had her own plan as well. She couldn’t wait to literally get her hands on the man and tear him apart with the strength of her fantastic muscles. The girl trained furiously before the match. She pushed her massive steel hard muscles to new limits of strength. The new muscle that she packed on actually made her breasts ride higher on her chest. Kind of a side benefit that didn’t piss the girl off a bit! The young Amazon was known for her overwhelming strength that no man had yet had been even close to matching. There was a lot more to her than that. She was a master of several fighting styles such as Kenpo, MMA, Military S.C.A.R.S., Nan Quan and Krav Maga, the Israeli fighting style. Her favorite though was old fashioned boxing. The girl just loved the feel of her fists tearing into the bodies of men. Sandi vowed to herself that she would beat Randy mercilessly with her fists even if he was already defeated.

Fight night arrived. The auditorium in the Las Vegas Casino would have been packed to the rafters if it had any. The pay per view sales were off the charts. It was going to be an epic. There were four fights on the under card which were entertaining but mainly time fillers.

Finally it was time for the main event. As agreed on, Randy entered first. He paraded his massive body around the ring to an unexpected roar of approval by the men in the audience. They didn’t seem to care about his reputation. They wanted REVENGE against the girl that had slaughtered so many of their own sex over the years. The men’s cheering had drowned out the booing and catcalls of the women in the crowd. Randy had been doing a lot more than bad mouthing Sandi in the two months that had followed the announcement of the fight. He had gained about 7 pounds of muscle. He now weighed 257 pounds. It didn’t look like he had an ounce of fat on him. Barefoot Sandi entered the ring to cheers from the women and a cascade of abuse and booing from the men. The young Amazon went to her corner took off her robe exposing her bare chested body to one and all. The result was a hushed silence as the assembled multitude took in the sight of the girl’s incredible body. The ring announcer explained the rules to the crowd, The rules were that there were none. No ref, no rules. The fight would end when the dominant contestant wanted it to. Simple as that. As the announcement was being made, Randy walked over to Sandi’s corner in an effort to intimidate the much smaller female. The busty girl was totally unfazed by the huge man’s antics.



Before the bell rang and putting his “plan” into effect, Randy threw a driving punch that was meant to take Sandi’s head clean off of her body. The girl HAD done her homework and was expecting something. She ducked under the punch and drove her shoulder into the man’s chest driving him backward and onto his butt. Jumping to his feet and snarling, 6’4” Randy closed in on the 5’6” girl and sent a roundhouse kick into Sandi’s exposed ribs. His shin impacted her side with a loud smack. The impact didn’t faze the girl’s steely muscles one bit. For his part, Randy grunted in pain from the shock. Undeterred, the huge man charged back in throwing ferocious punches from all directions. The men in the audience were screaming in delight as Randy rained punch after punch into the girl’s body. The incredible fighting skills of the girl allowed her to block any of his blows that she wanted to. Those that she didn’t deem necessary to block she allowed to thud into her body. Sandi’s mighty muscles acted as a suit of armor that the vicious punches of the 257# man couldn’t penetrate. Randy was finding out that what the girl’s earlier victims had said was true. In a desperate maneuver, Randy threw a tremendous left aimed at the girl’s big right breast. Sandi moved just far enough so that the blow hit the great ball of muscle of her right shoulder. Randy howled in pain as the shock of the impact ran all the way up his arm. Sandi laughed at Randy’s discomfort. He was a total asshole but, he was not a coward. Randy charged the girl again with basically the same results. Sandi let a few more punches land this time knowing that he couldn’t really hurt her. The busty girl was content to let the big man punch himself out knowing that the blows that she was allowing him to get through had no chance of penetrating the armor plate of her muscles. Sandi had made HER reputation as a man beater with her unbelievable strength. The fact that she was incredibly skilled had been overlooked by almost everyone. Randy’s “plan” wasn’t working out very well for him. The big man was hitting the girl with everything he had and the only result was that both of his arms and one shin hurt like hell. The muscled girl hadn’t even hit him once yet he was the one in pain big time. It was starting to look like he WAS a little stupid as he didn’t have a plan ‘B’ for backup. The male members of the crowd had stopped their cheering by now and sat back in their chairs nervously.

The girl grinned at him and began to advance slowly. Randy felt the first pangs of fear shoot through him as he looked at the massively muscled girl approaching him. He began to realize that his plan had failed completely. Too late Randy tried to retreat. Sandi threw her first punch, a casual looking left which struck him in his gut. Randy was astounded at the power of her blow. The impact caused him to double over and fall to his knees gasping for breath. The women in the auditorium now began to clap and cheer as their heroine was now in charge. Sandi took her time and slowly got behind the big man. He wasn’t going anywhere. She wrapped her left arm under his head and placed him in a chin lock and started to pull his head up. Randy cried out in agony and tried to pry her arm down with both of his hands to ease the terrible pain. The busty Amazon’s arm muscles were just too strong for the huge man. Trying with all of his considerable might He couldn’t budge her one arm a bit with both of his. Lifting her arm higher caused the side of his face to press against Sandi’s bicep. The cruel girl then flexed her titanium bicep doubling the terrible pain. It looked like Sandi was choking him but his cries of anguish proved that she wasn’t. The women were now standing and squealing in delight as the mighty girl brutalized the big man. Sandi then grabbed Randy’s right wrist, pulled it away from her forearm and pulled it behind her. She used her hip as a fulcrum and kept pulling Randy’s arm further and further. It felt to Randy like she was going to break his arm or pull it out of its socket. Or BOTH. The added pain made the man scream in agonized terror. “Aauughh! You’re breaking my jaw! Oh God it hurts.” Sandi chuckled. “I haven’t even started to hurt you yet asshole! I’m going to crush your face with my biceps. Then I’m going to snap your arm like a twig!”



Sandi began to work both holds. The girl would twist his wrist, pulling back further, and then ease off while she would crush his head harder in the vise grip of her heavily muscled left arm. Tendons tore in his shoulder and elbow as the powerful girl really began to put on the pressure. She kept alternating the power of the holds keeping Randy in horrible pain all the while. The brutal girl began to taunt and humiliate the big man for his weakness and inability to stop a ‘mere’ girl from brutalizing his huge body. Randy had never felt pain a tenth as bad as this in his entire life. The 257# muscle man was as weak as a kitten compared to the overwhelming strength of the young girl. Randy was moaning in extreme distress and was babbling incoherently as Sandi’s muscles tortured him without mercy for ten unending minutes. His jaw broke with an audible snap from the pressure of Sandi’s cannonball bicep when she flexed it to it’s fullest. The sight of her bicep breaking his jaw sent the women into a frenzy of yelling and screaming with joy. Finally relenting and not wanting the match to end so soon, Sandi released her holds. Randy flopped to the mat crying piteously. In fifteen short minutes Sandi had reduced the enormous man from a cocksure arrogant prick into a babbling wreck using only the incredible power of her female muscles and her years of fight training.

Sandi let the man lay on the mat as she strode around the ring showing off her magnificent body to the crowd. The women were cheering as the men sat silently. Most of the men and a LOT of the women were looking at the buxom muscle girl with pure lust in their eyes. All the while Randy lay whimpering on the mat. After a few minutes of this Sandi decided to go back to work. “Cmon baby, nap time’s over!” Randy began to cry harder. “I give!” He begged. “You win. You win.” The girl just laughed. “You’re not getting off that easy, prick.” She jeered. “If you want this to end, crawl over to me and beg me for mercy.” Randy had seen a lot of her fights on DVD and knew deep down that doing that wouldn’t help him at all. But, the thought of having more pain inflicted on him overrode all reason. He slowly got to his knees and began to crawl towards the busty Amazon. “Not so quick, RanDY.” She chided. “Loose the trunks… And the cup!” The women started hooting in joy. The petrified man pleadingly looked up at Sandi. To answer him, the girl made a fist and slowly flexed her left arm. Randy immediately began to fumble at his trunks. He managed to get them off just as the bare chested girl began to move towards him. Randy then removed his cup exposing his big cock and balls to all. The humiliated man then started crawling towards his tormentor again. Just as he got close, the cruel girl began walking backwards. The women were going wild as the naked man disgraced himself. The cruel girl finally stopped. Randy got to his knees before her and began to beg her for mercy. Sandi stood silently as Randy begged, pleaded and PRAYED to the young girl to stop the punishment. She then moved towards him and gently grasped him by the back of his head. “Do you really want me to stop?” She asked. ‘Yes.. Yes.” He whimpered. Why baby? Why do you want me to stop?” Sandi asked with a smile. “The pain.. the pain. I can’t take any more. You hurt me so bad.” He sniveled. “Who’s stronger? Who’s muscles are stronger?” She breathed. “Yours are. Your muscles are str…stronger.” Randy stuttered. “Sorry little boy.” She said the 6’4” man. “I just don’t want to stop. I’m just starting to have fun!” With that Sandi grabbed his hair and punched him in the face five times. She hit him in a different spot each time. The muscles of her arm and back bunched and flexed as they drove her fist brutally into his face time after time. The cruel muscle girl took her time between punches to increase Randy’s terror and pain.

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It was an awesome sight as the big chested young girl destroyed the giant man’s face with her muscle driven fist. Sandi’s punches turned Randy’s face into hamburger. She blackened both of his eyes, broke his nose, damaged his broken jaw even further and smashed his cheekbone. Sandi let go of his hair and he dropped to the mat in a heap. Blood from his face stained the mat red. Randy was gurgling and moaning in misery. “You were going to beat me to a bloody pulp and then fuck me to death, weren’t you?” Sandi declared loudly. “It didn’t seem to work out for you too well. Now, I’M going to fuck you up real bad and when I’m done you won’t EVER be able to rape any girl again!”

Sandi left the man alone for ten minutes as she stood quietly in her corner drinking from a water bottle. Some of the water dribbled out of her mouth onto her outthrust breast. Half the people in the auditorium instantly wanted to be reincarnated into drops of water. Randy finally began to stir. It was obvious to all that he was in extreme pain and that he had absolutely no fight left in him. That didn’t matter to Sandi at all. She wasn’t done with the big man yet. Not by a long shot. There was to be a lot more pain for him. A LOT more pain. The young girl kicked the brutalized man onto his face. She then bent down and placed him in a full nelson. Randy was unable to resist her from doing anything to him by now. Sandi lifted him up so that the tip his large cock dangled just off the mat as blood dripped onto the mat from his ruined face. His weight was as nothing to the girl. She was so tremendously strong that he could have weighed twice as much and she still wouldn’t have had any trouble lifting him. Through the haze of pain Randy could feel her large hard nippled breasts against his back. Sandi moved him back and forth causing his cock to bounce around. The women started laughing at the man. The muscle girl then began to power the hold. Sandi forced his head down as she lifted his shoulders up. Randy cried out in renewed pain. His already damaged right shoulder felt like it was on fire. Sandi worked him around changing the angle, torque and strength of her hold. Randy’s cries of distress let her know when he was in the most extreme agony. When she got him to that point, the sadistic girl held him in that exact spot for ten full minutes. Randy was going crazy from the pain. He cried and begged for her to stop the torture. Sandi just smiled at his pain. “Oh this is so much fun!” She laughed. Sandi’s massive female muscles were so strong that she could have held him like that for a week. “Uuhhh! Uuhhh! Oh Godd! Make her stop” He whimpered pathetically. “God’s not here wimp!” The Amazon spat. “I am. And I’m not to stop until I want to. And I don’t want to!” To prove her point, the girl lifted Randy higher and hit him with a fearsome jolt of pure power. The man cried out again in agonized pain.



Sandi finally eased up on the hold but did not release him. He hung in her arms barely conscious. His left hand was on her muscle humped thigh. “That’s real muscle limp dick. Not like the weak wimpy little boy muscles that you men have. It’s big hard FEMALE muscle. You never had a chance against the strength of my muscles.” Randy began crying again KNOWING that what she said was 100% true. Sandi’s muscular power was overwhelming, totally beyond his experience. “I haven’t even used a quarter of my strength on you yet prick. The pain I’ve put you in is NOTHING compared to what I’m going to do to you. You’re going to feel what my female muscles are really capable of.” With that, Sandi really pressured the hold. Randy screamed in agony and passed out cold. Sandi released the man and he fell once again to the mat. She shook out her big arms to get the blood flowing and stood in her corner waiting for Randy to waken so that she could hurt him some more.


End of Part One.

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The Grudge Match:  Sandi Stone versus Randy Otter
Illustrated

By: David Sullivan
GREAT art by Everton Costa

Special thanks to Fabio M. for language translation skills with the artist.

CAUTION:  The following story contains ultra violent M/F fighting, brutality and explicit art renderings of female superiority as well as some naughty language!

If ANY of this offends you please DO NOT READ FURTHER. If you do like this, GO FOR IT and enjoy!

And you better enjoy it as Sandi knows where you live!


If you have not read Part One, you should do so first to get into the (blood?) flow of the saga.

Part Two

Our story thus far:

Randy came back to his senses rather quickly as Sandi only wanted to give the man a tiny demonstration of her real power. The huge man was in terrible pain. After hitting Sandi with everything he had with NO results, one punch from the girl had turned his guts to jelly and driven him to his knees.  The Amazon then got him in a vicious chin lock using only one arm. Sandi smiled in glee as Randy had futilely tried to ease the pressure using both of his massive 23 inch arms to no avail. He couldn’t budge Sandi’s 18.5 inch arm one bit. The Amazon then flexed making her granite bicep crush Randy’s jaw. As he screamed in pain, the girl grabbed his right arm and brought it around behind him. She now had him in a combo hold. The Amazon had worked both holds for ten full minutes. The huge man started crying like a baby almost immediately. When the girl finally relented and released him, she had forced the massive man to strip and crawl to her and beg for mercy. The brutal girl then smashed up his face with five powerful punches.  The Amazon then placed Randy in a full nelson and punished him cruelly for another ten minutes finally putting him out with one more jolt of power.

Randy slowly and painfully got to his hands and knees. The man was in such pain that he didn’t really even know what he was doing or where he was. Randy slowly crawled to the corner. Each movement of his shoulders causing him to moan in agony.  Blood dripped onto the mat from his smashed face. Sandi stood behind him enjoying the vision of the battered naked man crawling in a futile effort to escape from her.  The huge man finally reached the corner and using the ropes slowly got to his feet. He turned and stayed upright by leaning against the corner of the ring. His vision began to clear and he saw the girl. It was eerily reminiscent of the beginning of the match when Randy had tried to intimidate Sandi in her corner. Except this time it was Randy in the corner.  The muscle girl had been unfazed by the 257 pound mans antics then. Now she stood in exactly the same pose still unaffected by the man. He, on the other hand, was stripped naked, and had been brutalized by the young Amazon. The huge mans face was battered and bloody. His stomach was already turning an ugly shade of bruised purple from the impact of her body punch. Randy’s face was a mask of raw terror as he looked at the bare chested girl with those bulging female muscles that had so easily overpowered his much bigger male ones.

The fight as a contest was over. The broken up 257 pound man obviously stood no chance against the brawny girl in his present condition, if he had ever had a chance to start with. Sandi stared right at him with her ice blue ice COLD eyes as she clenched and unclenched her fists. “Let’s go baby.” She spat cruelly. “We’re not done yet!” The women in the audience went nuts as the blood drained from Randy’s bashed in face and he started shaking in terror. “Nnnooo.. Nnoo.. Please!” He begged. “I quit. I quit. You win!!”  Sandi took a step towards him. “You might have quit but I haven’t! Fight back or not. I’m going to give you the beating of your life!”  She brazenly stared right at his big flaccid cock. “It’s obvious that you’re a limp dick but, try to be a little bit of a man at least!” The Amazon raised her fists causing her huge steel hard biceps the bulge ominously. Randy stared at the girl’s massive muscles and her big firm breasts that thrust proudly from her muscle packed chest and began to slouch down to the mat crying and whimpering in humiliation and fear. The young Amazon grabbed his throat with her left hand and showing a minor display of her incredible strength, lifted him back to his feet using only that one arm. The women were screaming and hooting now as the huge man’s total fear of the hard muscled young girl became more and more evident. Most of the men were sitting sullenly as they watched the Amazon girl dominate the big man. A few wanted to be in Randy’s shoes! The man tried to pry the girl’s hand off of his throat with both of his. AGAIN Sandi had the man in a hold using one arm. AGAIN Randy tried to get out of it using both of his arms. AGAIN Sandi proved that her one muscular female arm was much stronger than both of his larger male ones. The Amazon stepped closer to Randy and pushed his throat back so that his head was bent back over the top rope.  It was clear to all that due to the overwhelming strength of her muscles, the girl could easily kill the massive man at any time. Randy’s arms dropped to his side as the lack of oxygen was taking effect. Sandi eased off her grip on the man’s throat and brought her right arm back and sent a devastating punch into Randy’s chest directly over his heart. Just as her punch landed, the Amazon let go of Randy’s throat. In all his life, with all of his fights with men, Randy had never been hit even half as hard as the punch from the young girl. His hands automatically flew to his chest as a tidal wave of pain tore through him. He tried to scream in agony at the same time he was trying to breathe in. The giant man dropped to the mat and rolled around in terrible distress. “Uhh… Uhhh …Uhhh.” Was all that came out of him as he fought for breath at the same time that the horrendous pain overwhelmed his body.



The women were up out of their chairs screaming in delight as the massive man spasmed in helpless agony on the mat before their muscular heroine. Sandi watched the man with a big smile on her gorgeous face. The girl’s amazing heavily muscled body glistened under the ring lights. The young Amazon reveled in her complete physical dominance over another egotistical man. She had really done some damage to him with that punch. But, she was not done as of yet. Not nearly done. The best part was that she had not even used close to half of her staggering power delivering the crushing blow. Randy was getting enough air into him by now. That didn’t alleviate the horrendous pain though. It did allow him to moan louder which made the women even happier. The brutal girl bent over and roughly lifted Randy’s head up by grabbing his hair with her right hand. She brought his face to within one inch of the hard nipple of her left breast. Beating big men into a bloody mess turned the girl on sexually. She loved the sight of their smashed bodies, the agonizing sounds of pain that they made, and especially the FEEL of her muscles destroying them. The big man’s left hand involuntarily went to the girl’s shoulder. The feel of the great ball of titanium female muscle sent more shivers of fear through the man. Sandi chuckled as she saw Randy’s fear level increase. “How does it feel to be totally out muscled by a girl, prick? You like to beat up skinny little girls don’t you? Well, it’s payback time. You haven’t even begun to feel the pain that I’m going to dish out!” The 257 pound man started crying as he knew that the busty girl meant EXACTLY what she said. “Nnoo.  Nnoo, it hurts so bad. Please!” He whimpered. The man’s hand slipped from her shoulder to the massive ball of muscle that were her biceps. “Ohh Godd!” He cried weakly. He had never felt muscle so hard or dense in his life. “Pleassee!” He begged. No more… please!”  Hurting men turned Sandi on. Degrading them and seeing the terror that her muscles turned her on even more. She was thinking about Dale, her current boy toy. He was in for a LONG LONG night as Sandi would use her muscles on him in a completely different way. She was going to muscle fuck the 220 pound man right into the hospital. She couldn’t wait! First things first though. “Feel my muscles asshole. Feel how hard they are. Look at my big bust! Remember forever that it was a girl that did THIS to you!” Sandi let go of his hair and drove her left fist into Randy’s ruined face. The man’s head bounced off the mat and blood spurted from his nose. Randy screeched in renewed pain. “This is just the beginning wimp! I’m going to take you to every part of this ring and beat your pathetic body so everyone can see it up close and personal!” The girl spat down to the bleeding man.

Sandi scooped up Randy and draped him over her broad shoulder. She carried him across the ring. His immense weight caused her no problem whatsoever. The only evidence that he weighed anything was that Sandi’s heavily muscled thighs bulged SLIGHTLY more than normal with each step. He was beyond being able to stand on his own by now so the Amazon draped his arms over the top rope to hold him upright. It was quite the sight. The huge man slumped down held up only by the ring ropes. Head down with his battered face dribbling blood onto his bruised chest. The young girl preened in front of him showing off her incredible musculature and pushing out her big bust to accentuate her female domination.

The girl ripped a stinging left into his ribcage.  “Uurrgh!” Randy wailed.

“Still going to fuck me up, baby?  I’m waiting!”  Sandi slammed a right into his cheek.

“Oohhh!!” He gurgled as his head snapped back.

“ I just can’t wait for you to get started!”  A left to his gut.

“Uummpph!” As another wave of pain tore through him.

Sandi strutted in front of him smiling. The women were screaming “MORE!! MORE!! MORE!!” The girl had held back on the force of her blows. She used just enough of her strength to cause Randy a lot of pain but, not enough to really damage him further. The brutal female wanted to draw out his torture for as long as possible.

The Amazon sidled up to Randy and made a show of looking at the man’s package. She got real close with her big chest almost touching his. “Look at this!” She whispered. “This is what you were going to use to fuck me to death?” Sandi fondled his flaccid cock and rubbed his balls lightly. “This limp noodle couldn’t scare a fly.” The massive man was whimpering in pain and humiliation as the bare chested girl degraded his manhood.

Sandi stepped back and bent down and brought her right fist back while staring right at his gonads. “Nooo! Noo!’ The man begged. The girl brutally drove her fist right at his balls. Just before impact, the girl lifted her fist and struck Randy in his intestines. The man screamed in agony as Sandi’s blow turned his guts into pulp. She waited a few minutes and then grabbed his hair and pulled his head back roughly. “You have my solemn word that when I’m done beating you that I’m going to smash your balls! And it’s obvious that you’re not man enough to stop me!” With that, the girl lifted Randy off the ropes and threw him to the mat.



The cruel girl reached down and dragged the man across the ring and draped him over the ropes again.

The muscular Amazon slowly pounded the giant man again and again with her fists. His big body shuddered from the impact of each blow. Randy cried out in pain time after time. As much as she was enjoying herself, Sandi was frustrated that Randy had broken down so quickly. Just ONCE, she wished that she could find a man that could take the amount of punishment that she wanted to, NEEDED to, dish out. The girl longed to be able to use the full colossal strength of her massive female muscles on a man for hours on end. Instead she had to keep holding back because no matter how big and muscular her male opponents were, they were far FAR too weak to stand up to the raw power of her muscles. Dale was going to feel her sexual fury tonight. Sandi knew that she was going to have to find a new toy after tonight because her big boyfriend was going to be useless to her after she was done raping him.



The Amazon easily lifted Randy again and carried him to another part of the ring and again draped him over the ropes.

He was sliding away now from the punishment that she had delivered. The girl let him hang there for a few minutes to recover. She went to her corner for some water. Dale was there. She gave him a knowing little smile that caused the blood to drain from his face. The man started shaking like a leaf knowing what was in store for him. A few girls sitting in the crowd saw this and started laughing at him and making snide remarks. “You’re gonna be hurtin tonight sweet cheeks!!” “Better run away big guy!”  “Afraid of your GIRL friend?”  “Look at all her muscles!!” The man sat down with his head in his hands and started crying openly. 

The busty man beater went back to her victim. Sandi slapped his face roughly to bring him around. She touched his battered head and chest.  “What do you want baby? More of this (lifting her fist in front of his face) or your balls?  Either one is fine with me!”

Randy sobbed out loud. “Plleease! Please! Mercy” He begged.

“You didn’t have a lot of mercy for those girls your raped. Why should I have any for you!! Now what is it? More pounding here?” (pointing to his body) “Or here?” (to his balls) The women were going absolutely berserk as Sandi showed her total and complete dominance over the terrified man.

“Don’t crush my balls. Please don’t!” He sobbed.

“Fine with me!” The Amazon smiled as she stepped back drove her fist deep into the man’s broken body. Randy shrieked in agony from her powerful punch. She wasn’t messing around anymore. The busty girl was going to really hurt him now. Sandi’s punches were a lot harder. She was really damaging him now with her muscle driven fists. She methodically beat the giant man’s body breaking ribs with her powerful blows. His sobs weakened as the girl relentlessly continued her assault. Sandi’s back, thigh, shoulder and arm muscles bulged with the fearsome power that they contained as she used them to smash her male opponent mercilessly.

Sandi saw that he was just about done so she dragged him off the ropes and brutally drove her knee into his already smashed ribcage. Randy flew back five feet and crashed into the mat, out cold.



Sandi strutted her magnificent body around the ring to the cheers of her fans.

“I’ve got a promise to keep!” The muscle girl hollered pointing to Randy’s package. ‘I’m not done yet!”  The cheering doubled.


End of Part Two.

[Tiberius]

Seaside Slaughter

Sandi smashes up one man, then humiliates and dominates another


I was climbing down the rock face to my favorite secluded beach spot
when I noticed a figure lying on the sand. I cursed under my breath as I
wanted to do a little "clothing optional" sunbathing and now there was
someone on "my" beach. Even worse, the figure was a naked man. I started
to turn around and go back up to the road when I noticed another figure
appear, in the distance, from behind a rock outcropping. The second
figure was a jogger out for a morning run.  As the runner came closer, I
realized with a start, that it was a girl.  She had beautiful golden
hair which flowed behind her head as her long strides ate up the
distance between her and the man on the beach. She had on a sweater, and
a pair of very short shorts. Her tanned legs glistened with sweat. I saw
all of this, but what struck me more than anything, was how incredibly
muscular her lower limbs were. She had a pair of legs that almost defied
belief. She had massive, hugely defined thighs which exploded with raw,
unadulterated power with each stride. I stared in awe at those
incredible legs as they carried her ever closer to the supine man. Her
quadriceps and hamstrings were great slabs of pure muscularity that were
obviously powerful beyond any comprehension of mine. The mere thought of
those legs wrapped around me either erotically or in anger scared me out
of my wits. Those massive legs could crush me like an eggshell with no
effort. At the same time, I was sexually fascinated by them. The thought
of caressing or kissing those amazing pillars of strength with their
huge, bulging mountains of muscle, turned me on. I had an erection and
my breath was coming in short rasping gasps.

She came abreast of the sleeping man. Somehow he sensed her presence and
awoke with a start. As she passed him, he shouted something to her. I
couldn't hear what he said, but whatever he said, upset the girl. She
turned back and spoke to the man. They were only about three feet apart.
I quietly started to move in closer, as I wanted to hear their
conversation and I also wanted to get a better view of her muscled legs.
He stood up to face the girl. He had a leer on his face and an erection.
The man must have been 6'4" tall and over 240 lbs. He was obviously an
athlete. He was densely muscled, with several scars on his body. He
wagged his cock at the girl and said something. The girl got red faced
and said something back. She turned and started to resume her jog. The
man grabbed her sweater to stop her. She pushed his hand off and shouted
at him. The man laughed, and without warning, punched her wickedly in
her stomach. The result was not at all what I expected.  Instead of
doubling up in pain as the man's punch crashed into her, the girl took
it, seemingly without effect, and even derided the man for his inability
to hurt her. His reaction was quite different. He cried out as he hit
her. At first, I thought it was a Kung-Fu yell or something, but it
turned out that he had damaged his hand. He looked up her, enraged that
she dare deride him. He went for her face with a driving right. She
sidestepped his punch, and as he went by, drove her elbow viciously into
his kidney. His back arched and he screamed in pain. He dropped to his
knees, holding his damaged back.

The girl calmly walked over to him, grabbed his head and smashed her
bare thigh into his face. The impact of her muscle-bound thigh against
his exposed face was incredible! Blood and teeth exploded out from his
face as his head snapped back at a horrible angle. His nose was smashed
flat.  The big man was badly hurt and  in terrible pain from her driving
blow.  Blood was pouring out of his broken nose and smashed mouth. The
girl let him fall, face first, to the sand. He lay there, spasming in
pain. She peeled off her sweater and I gasped audibly at the sight of
her body. She wore a sports bra which covered her big, outthrust
breasts. The rest of her was nothing but muscle. Layer after layer of
big, thick, hugely defined muscle. Her arms and shoulders were
absolutely amazing. She had a pair of arms that Mr. Olympia would envy.
Her biceps were mountains of muscle, rock hard and deadly. Her broad
shoulders,  thick chest, and steel abdomen were astounding. This girl
was beyond description. I actually creamed in my pants, just at the
sight of her unbelievably muscular physique. She may have had the face
of an innocent teenager, but she had  the body of a man smashing
huntress. Each move that she made caused the muscles of her fantastic
body to spring forth, rock hard and huge. She loomed over the fallen
man, her massive muscles gleaming in the sun. The muscular girl looked
down at the man, who was still writhing in pain from the impact of her
granite hard thigh against his face. The man slowly got to his knees.
Blood was pouring from his nose as he managed to shakily regain his
feet. He stood in front of her on wobbly legs. His eyes were blank.  He
looked like he was out on his feet. She viciously slapped his face,
bringing him back to reality. The girl then moved into him and delivered
an incredible blow, deep into his muscular abdomen. Her punch ripped
into him and he doubled over, emitting a groan of agony.

Before he could fall, she grabbed his hair and again drove her thickly
muscled thigh up into his face. His jaw broke with an audible snap as he
screamed in misery. He dropped to the sand, unmoving. She straddled him
and secured him in a chin lock. She buried her right knee deep into his
back and viciously pulled his broken jaw up. The muscles simply exploded
from her body as she pressured her hold with incredible power. The man's
head was forced up at a sickening angle. He was moaning in pain and in
the fear that the girl would snap his neck. I could see the fear in his
eyes. The 240 lb. muscle man was helpless against the awesome power of
the buxom young girl. I could feel his terror and so could she.  The
girl was feeding on his fear, she had a cruel smile on her beautiful
face and her nipples stood out from her big breasts. She then twisted
his head to the right and began grinding his broken jaw with her hand.
His tears of agony mixed with the blood and caked sand on his face as
she sadistically ground his jaw in her powerful hand. I knew that she
had more than enough strength to kill him with her bare hands if she
wanted.  Her muscles had more than proven their superiority to a mere
man's. He was hers for the slaughter and nothing he or I could do would
change that fact. She finally let him drop to the sand. He lay there,
unmoving as she stood up, proud and victorious.

The girl rolled him onto his back. His face was a gruesome sight, what
with his jaw broken and the mixed blood and sand caked on him. She
smiled down on him, satisfied with her work. She left him alone for a
few minutes.  I wanted to run. I knew that if she saw me, I would suffer
the same fate as the man. But, I couldn't go. The sight of her amazing
body and the cruel way that she used her huge muscles on him, kept me
rooted in my hiding place. She returned a bit later. She planted her
foot into his crotch, rubbing his balls. The new pain brought the man
back to life. He grabbed at her calf in a vain effort to ease his
plight. She laughed at him. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading with
her for mercy. He was trying to talk, but the Amazon had mangled his jaw
to such an extent, that he could only make gurgling sounds. She lifted
her foot off of his gonads, bent down, and  lifted him to his feet. Her
incredible muscles burst forth from her arms as she lifted the battered
man up. She propped him up against a large rock, using one brawny arm.
He towered over the girl, his muscular body motionless. His head hung
down, blood still streaming out of his smashed face. She grabbed his
cock and squeezed and kneaded it for a few minutes, not to arouse him,
but to humiliate him. She wanted to prove her superiority over him. She
then turned him around. She secured him in a hammer lock with her left
arm and grabbed his ass cheek with her right hand.

Suddenly and viciously, pushing on his ass,  she slammed him forward
against the bare rock. She dug her hand deep into his butt and ground
and rubbed him against the stone. He wailed in mortal terror as the
muscle girl sadistically pulverized his gonads. Then she pulled him back
and slammed his balls into the rock at least twenty times. At the same
time, she violently pushed up on his arm. I could hear his arm snap as
the manbeater broke it with her muscular thrust. She located a sharp
edge of the rock and ground him against it with savage fury. She was
taunting him and degrading him as she destroyed his gonads. Blood poured
out of his crotch as the busty Amazon savaged the huge man. Finally, she
stopped. She twisted him around to view her work. The cock that he had
obscenely waved at her was a bloody mess. His scrotum was swollen,
bloody, and purple with bruises. She smiled slightly as she grabbed his
mangled sac and squeezed viciously. The man bellowed in pure agony and
terror as the muscular young girl crushed his balls with her bare hand;
all the while laughing at his agony and his inability to stop her. The
sadist then drove her fist directly into his gut. The force of her blow
lifted him off of his feet. He dropped to the sand in shock,
unconscious.

After about an hour, she returned to her victim. While she was gone, I
moved even closer to the beach and found a secure hiding spot. I wanted
to go to him and help him but, my mortal fear of the Amazon kept me
rooted to my hiding place. He was still passed out. He may have been
dead. She lifted his inert body onto her broad shoulders with so little
effort that the ease of it was scary. His 240 Lbs. was almost nothing to
the muscle-bound female. She carried him to the edge of the ocean, and
pressing him above her head with her muscles flexing massively, tossed
him into the sea. The shock of the water brought him back to life. She
drug him from the water. I could hear him moaning pitifully. He was in
immense pain from the savage pummeling that the girl had given him. I
heard her teasing him:  "Now baby, I'm going to finish you off. I'm
going to destroy the rest of your body, top to bottom!"

[Tiberius]

She kissed his smashed face cruelly and stood him up. She brutally drove
her fist, powered by her fantastic muscles, deep into his now yielding
gut. Blood exploded out of his mouth as her punch ripped his innards
apart. He again dropped to the sand, moaning in pain. The girl wrapped
her fingers in his hair and in a breathtaking demonstration of pure
muscular power,  lifted him to his feet.  He was now screaming as all of
his weight pulled down on his trapped hair. She sent a pile-driving
punch into his rib cage. I could see his side cave in from the force of
her blow. Another punch to a different section of his ribs had the same
result. Two more driving shots followed. The naked man was being
methodically destroyed by the muscular girl, one body part at a time. He
could offer no resistance as she battered his once proud body into a
writhing mass of pain. She was enjoying his agony. After each punch, she
would laugh as the helpless man moaned in agony. There was no way that
he could bother her any more, but she showed no inclination to stop her
assault. The muscle girl only seemed intent on inflicting more
punishment on her male victim.  She kept him upright with her hand
intertwined in his hair. The muscles of her arm and shoulder flexed
hugely as she kept the big man on his feet. His body looked grotesque as
her punches had crushed his rib cage. Three shots of unbelievable power
ripped into his midsection. His entire 240+ lb. body recoiled as the
manbeater's pulverizing blows struck home, audibly breaking his bones.
He was puking up blood and bile in great quantities as the sadistic girl
ravaged him. One more incredible shot into his smashed body and he was
out. She let him drop to the sand. She then calmly put on her sweater
and jogged off down the beach.

I waited for about ten minutes, then cautiously went down to the beach.
I walked over to the battered body. He was breathing, barely. His face
was completely smashed. His nose, jaw, and cheekbones were crushed.
Blood and sand were caked all over his body. His broken arm jutted out
at a strange looking angle. His chest looked like it had been run over
by a truck. His rib cage was smashed and covered with ugly purple
bruises. The muscle girl had devastated his gonads. His cock was a
bloody mess and his ball sac had been smashed flat by the sadistic
Amazon. He needed help fast, or he was done for. I got up and turned to
go back up the hill to my car when I heard: "Finally got up enough nerve
to come out of your hiding place." I turned toward the voice. SHE was
standing there, hands on hips, huge thick muscles bulging massively
under skin stretched tight.

She had taken off her sweater again, exposing that upper body that had
totally smashed a 240 lb. man effortlessly. As incredible as she had
looked from afar, she was even more awesome up close. I dropped to my
knees, sobbing in terror. "Please lady, don't hurt me. I won't tell
anybody what I saw you do! I promise!"  She slowly walked over to me. I
stared in fear at her unbelievable thighs as they flexed hugely with
each step. She walked right up next to me. Her massive thigh was one
inch in front of my face. The great slabs of granite hard muscle, with
their deep cuts and striations totally covered my field of vision. She
reached down and pushed my face against her leg. "Feel what real muscle
is like, little boy! Feel what I, a girl, have and what you limpdick men
can only dream of!" She was right. I could feel the titanic power of her
muscles as she pushed my face against her thigh. Involuntarily, I
reached up with my hands and began to caress her thigh muscles. They
were incredibly huge and hard beyond description. I began to kiss her
mountainous quadriceps. I was shaking in terror, knowing what those
muscles had just done to a much bigger man than me. But, I was
mesmerized by the sheer size and unbelievable power of the young girl's
musculature. She was so fantastic! I began to whimper like a scared
puppy. I would do anything to please the Amazon man smasher. I was
panting in arousal and fear as she flexed her thighs even larger!

She was standing above me, laughing quietly, loving the fact of my
subservience to her muscle-bound body. "Poor little man! Afraid of a
girl. Kneeling in terror. Afraid that I might do to you what I did to
that other so called man! Don't worry. I'm not going to destroy you; IF,
you do as I say. There is a difference between pain and damage. I
damaged that asshole over there. You will feel the horrible pain that
only my muscles can cause. Think of the worst pain that you have ever
felt. That will pale in comparison to what I'm going to do to you. I
love putting a man in agony with my big muscles! I going to make you
scream and cry as I mangle your weak pathetic body with my huge female
muscles! Then, when I'm done with the pain, I'll rape you. I'll fuck
you, slowly grinding your cock into hamburger with my vagina!" She
pushed me away roughly. I was on my knees, sobbing great tears of fear
and humiliation. I was shaking with mortal fear of the muscular girl.
"Oh God, please! Please, don't do this! I surrender to your power! I
can't match your muscles! You're too strong for any man!" She just stood
there, smiling at my weakness. She reveled in her power, her total
domination of both my body as well as my ego.

She reached up, ever so slowly, and tore her sports bra off of her big
chest, revealing her big firm breasts and hard distended nipples. The
muscles of her arms bunched hugely as she did this. Then, she flexed her
incredible arms. Her biceps grew into huge mountains of pure power. They
had to measure at least 19 inches! "Come on baby, let's play!"  I felt
my stomach heaving. I was in absolute terror. The big chested muscle
girl was going to tear me apart, and I was helpless to stop her! She
slowly sauntered over to me, relishing my terror. "No..No....Please..No!
I'll do anything!...Please!" I was begging her. She looked down on me
with a cruel smile. "Strip wimp! I want to see that soft, pathetic body
of yours. Strip it all off. Now!" I frantically began taking off my
clothes. The vicious girl stood above me, chuckling quietly as I fumbled
out of my clothing. When I finally got them all off she just stood
there, inspecting me like I was a piece of meat. "Pretty pitiful. You're
not much of a man in any respect, are you?" She taunted. "I've got more
muscle in my little finger than you do in your whole wimpy body!" She
rubbed my prick with her toe to emphasize her point. Tears of shame
mixed with my tears of fear as she verbally emasculated me. I was
totally humiliated by her. She was destroying my ego with her cruel
verbal abuse. She kept it up. "For a real woman, a little limpdick like
you is only good for one thing. That's to feel pain. You could never
satisfy me with that pencil stub you call a cock! The only satisfaction
you could give me is to cry in agony as my muscles tear you apart! So I
will!" She reached down and grabbed my jaw with one hand. The girl
simply lifted me to my feet with one arm. She flexed her other arm
menacingly in front of my eyes.

I stared at the huge mountain of rock hard muscle as she whispered in my
ear: "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sandi. Sandi Stone.
Pretty appropriate isn't it?" She laughed at her joke while, at the same
time, lifting me above her head with that same one hand. The pressure on
my trapped jaw was terrible. "Feel bad, baby! Think of how his jaw
feels!" She said, pointing to the battered man. I was in misery from her
hold and the strain on my neck as I dangled helplessly in her grasp. She
shook me like a rag doll, doubling my anguish. I moaned pitifully as she
laughed wickedly at my plight. "Your little weenie looks funny swinging
like that." She shook me again. Still laughing, she put me down and
released her grip. I stood in front of her, my head hanging in shame, my
body quaking in fear. "Remember how I tore up his body with my fists?
Now it's your turn!"  "No, oh no!" I begged as she punched me, low and
hard, with her left hand. It felt like a bomb exploded in my guts! I
dropped to the sand, retching horribly. "Oh God!" I moaned as the pain
spread through my stomach. She stood above me grinning, her fists
clenched. "That was nothing, asshole! Feel this one!" She kneeled down
and drilled me in the kidney.

"Aaauuggghhhh!....Aaauuggghhh!" I wailed pitifully. Getting hit by her
fists was like being hit with a crowbar! The force of her blow tore
through my body like a tornado. I was screaming in mortal terror as
another wicked punch crashed into my naked body. I was having
involuntary spasms as the terrible pain overloaded my nervous system.
"Not bad, huh! I can hit kinda hard for a girl!" She said sarcastically
in a simpering voice. "I bet that you thought a weak girl like me could
never hurt a He-man like you and make you cry!" She stood up, laughing
sarcastically. "I held back, you prick! If I really punched you, you
would be dead right now!" She spat. Sandi rolled me over on my back and
started to rub my balls with her foot. I looked up at the muscle-bound
Amazon through pain wracked eyes. She stood above me, massively muscled,
big breasted, dominant, and beautiful with her foot buried in my crotch
and a cruel smile on her face. "No more,  please Sandi, I can't take any
more. Please stop, please!" I cried  "Why don't you make me, you little
shit! You're the man, I'm just a girl. You better stop me yourself,
because he sure can't and there's no one else around.  Be a man and stop
me!" She spat wickedly. "I can't! I can't!" I whimpered: "You're too
strong. I can't match your muscles. Please have mercy! Your big muscles
hurt me so bad!" She reached down and lifted me to my feet.  "Tough
shit!" She yelled as she applied a full nelson. My head was pushed down
against my chest as she lifted up the hold. She used my head as a
fulcrum to pull my shoulders up. Pain tore through both of my shoulders
as the incredibly powerful girl increased the torturous pressure. "Oh my
God!" I screamed as she continued to build the killing force. She
brought my shoulders to the point of dislocation.

I could feel, and hear the tendons stretching as the man beater worked
on me. She was laughing in glee as her massive muscles caused my agony.
"Cry, asshole! Let me hear how much I hurt you! Beg your muscle
mistress! Beg me to stop the terrible pain that I cause!" Cry and beg I
did! I knew that she wanted to hear  my weakness, my pain. I tried not
to, but she was too much. Her strength was overwhelming, unstoppable. I
was babbling for her to stop through my agonizing wails of pain. She
kept me in that hold for what seemed like hours. The Amazon kept me in
horrendous pain the entire time. She would ease up or change the angle
of the hold from time to time. Not out of fatigue or to give me a
respite, but to continue to increase the level of pain that I was in.
Several times, she would drop me to my knees then lift me back up to
increase the pressure on my neck. Each time, I would cry in agonizing
terror. Her massive biceps were crushing my arms. I lost feeling as the
mountains of steel hard muscle cut off the circulation to my lower arms.
"Ever felt power like mine? I could rip your arms off if I wanted to. I
love it when my muscles hurt men. I told you that you were going to feel
horrible pain from my big muscles! This is nothing compared to what I
could do! Here's a taste of my real power!" With that, she gave me one
fearsome jolt of incredible strength. Some of my shoulder ligaments
snapped from the killing power of her mighty muscles. She let go of me
and I dropped to the sand, crying piteously.

"Why?....Why?" I babbled.  "Because you're a man who's weak and I'm a
woman who's strong! Because I like to hurt men, and I'm strong enough to
do so! Because I want to!"  She grabbed my hair and lifted me to my
feet, screaming. She grabbed my cock in a grip of steel and walked over
to the battered man, using my prick as a leash. I followed behind her,
painfully humiliated by her. "Look at him! He insulted and hit me. Men
have been doing that to women for centuries. They have always been
stronger than women, so they could get away with it. No more! No man
has, or ever will, hit me without paying a terrible price! I smash men
in the ring for a living and I put men like you in pain for sexual
release. But my favorite thing is to totally destroy macho assholes like
him, who think that they can push women around. He pushed the wrong
woman." She pulled me to her. "All you men like big tits.  Feel mine!"
She pushed her big chest against me and slowly wrapped her muscular arms
around my back and began to squeeze. Her firm breasts and hard nipples
were pushed against me as she very slowly, but continuously, increased
the pressure. My air supply was cut off as I couldn't inhale. Her 19
inch arms of steel bulged out hugely as she began to crush my chest. I
began to beat on her granite hard shoulders as the unendurable pain
mounted. "Like my big breasts, baby? Don't they feel so good? I bet my
hard nipples are really turning you on!" She taunted cruelly while using
her colossal muscles to crush me. I was totally helpless in her grasp.
My puny punches affected her as much as my unsubstantial muscles were
able to resist her. That is, not at all. I couldn't even cry out, as she
had cut off my air. She was looking directly into my glazed eyes. I saw
a sadistic smile on her face as I passed out in her grasp.

I woke up in terrible pain. Sandi had been as good as her word. I had
never felt pain such as she had meted out. What made it even worse, if
possible, was that I knew that she had not even used a fraction of her
true power. The battered man was proof of that. A splash of sea water
brought me fully awake. "Ready for part two?" She asked brightly. My
heart dropped to my stomach in fear as I realized that she was still
there. She was now totally nude. She reached down and again lifted me to
my feet by my hair. She roughly got me into an abdominal stretch. She
bent me across her body, anchoring my legs with one of hers, sticking my
head under her opposite arm, and using that same arm to get me in a
hammer lock. My other arm was wrapped behind her. She had one arm free
to do as she pleased. She tightened her hold. My gut began to stretch
out in her muscular grip. My arm and shoulder were in agonizing pain.
She turned me so I had to look at the battered body of the other man.
She increased the pressure of the hold. My stomach was now on fire as
the muscle girl worked me over.

"Guess what happens now? I get to play with your tiny little prick and
squeeze your itty bitty balls!" I could feel her hard nippled breast
against my back as she began to beat me off. She did not ease the
pressure of her hold. My mind was a haze of pain and confusion. [1] The
bloody man was now awake and looking at us. He was crying as he realized
what the brawny girl had done to him. [2] I was in terrible pain from
what she had done earlier and the torturous hold she now had me in. [3]
The effects of her masturbation, her breast against me, and my earlier
worship of her massive muscles were beginning to make my prick hard. I
was beginning to realize that I wanted to be dominated by this girl. She
kept up her work, hurting me and arousing me at the same time. "You like
it, don't you baby? You like my strength, my dominant power!" I began to
shake in sexual arousal. She increased the power of her hold. I began to
moan uncontrollably in mixed pain and pleasure. "Yes..Yes..Yes!" I
grunted. "Take me..Use me!" I begged. Just before I was going to orgasm,
she dropped me to the sand. I lay there panting, my cock swollen with
lust and the rest of me throbbing with pain. "Now that you know what you
are and what you want; I won't let you have it!" She said with a cruel
derisive voice. She then put on her clothes, went over to the other man,
kicked him in the face, and walked off down the beach. I stayed there
for hours....waiting. She never returned. She destroyed two men that
day. one physically, and one emotionally. To this day, I don't know
which was worse.