Sandi Stone Does Cannes - part 1

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First half of a story written by David Sullivan (based on his OC) together with artist Yatz. Couldn't find a large chunk of it, re-wrote chapter 4.


Chapter 1

Sam Hunter was a conflicted man. Twenty years in 'The Business' and here he was working for a little prick like Lenny DeCarlo.  "Little Prick" Hunter thought to himself wryly.  That's why I'm here now.  Hunter's thoughts wandered back over the years.  All the jobs, the shithole locations, the money... and the women.  CIA and Special Ops trained, Hunter had been all over the world doing dirty jobs for his Country. With all the loose, untraceable money floating around in that murky environment, Hunter should have been set for life.  Women and gambling had taken most of it.  "Hell, I even wasted some of it too!" He thought.  Politics and being taken in and used by a very cold, duplicitous Eurasian beauty had ended his career in the Government.  The sex had been so good that it had almost been worth it.  Almost.  Now, he was reduced to working as head of security for the egotistical movie star Lenny DeCarlo. "I wish that he REALLY drowned in that fucking ship movie!"  The 6'3" man rued. He looked at his business card:  Sam Hunter and an E-mail address was all that was on the front.  "How many names?"  He thought.  "How many names have I used over the years?"  He couldn't even remember his real name now.  He had taken the name Hunter from an old TV show.  He couldn't remember how he had chosen Sam. He took out his pen and wrote '$75,000' on the back of the card.  That was all the information that would be needed. That what was all that was EVER needed.

Hunter was on a man hunt.  "Hunter, hunting for a hunter."  He smiled grimly at the thought.  Hunter had been looking for Duke Vincennes for a week.  Time was getting desperately short.  Hunter needed Duke to do a job and Duke was the specialist that fit the bill.  Lenny wanted a message sent to some people.  The little star wanted some photographers beaten up badly.  Not killed, but real close.  That's why Duke was the man.  He knew how to really damage people just to the edge, but not over, of death. Hunter had done his share of 'wet' work in the past and wasn't squeamish about it. He just didn't have the 'touch' that Duke had. Besides, Lenny was paying $100,000 for the job and Hunter already skimmed off $25,000 of it.  He was twenty five clear already.  He figured that he could scam Lenny for a long time so there was no reason to get his hands dirty. 
He had finally found Duke in a most unlikely place; City Memorial Hospital. The reason he was there was even more unlikely.  Duke had been sent to that same edge, by a WOMAN.  Hunter found Duke still in traction after three weeks in the hospital.  For a fee, Duke had related precisely what had happened to him. Hunter wasn't really sure what to think.  Upon reflection though, he finally believed him.  What macho man would ever admit to being beaten nearly to death at the bare hands of a woman and be lying?

Hunter watched Sandi Stone absolutely destroy a 6'4" man in the Society of Unarmed Combat's arena.  The 5'8" muscular beauty had controlled the match from the start.  She had punished the man's 250lb. body ruthlessly for a full hour until he lay on the ring mat unconscious. Hunter was astonished by the girl's incredible power and brutality.  He had seen a lot, and done a lot, in his career but he had never seen such a display of complete domination. He had found his 'man' for the job. 

Forcing his way to ringside, Hunter handed the business card to the girl's current boy toy, Stan, who in turn showed it to Sandi.  The girl motioned Hunter into the ring.  Feeling pangs of trepidation, which surprised the big man, he went in.  Hunter looked over at Sandi's battered victim who was spread eagle on the mat, bleeding. Hunter was intimidated just being close to the muscle bound female.  Stan was toweling her off while Sandi drank water.  Hunter peered at her astounding physique with the slightest stirrings of fear and sexual desire.  Naked, except for a pair of shorts, the girl emitted an aura of extreme sexuality and raw power. "I like your introduction."  Sandi said, waving the card slightly.  "What do I have to do to get it?"  Hunter was impressed by her directness, as well as her body.  "This is kind of public."  He said.  "Can we go somewhere and talk?"  Sandi nodded and the three of them headed for the dressing room.

Hunter and Sandi were sitting at a small table in the corner of Sandi's dressing room.  The girl was still in a state of undress.  She liked the effect that she had on the older man. He told Sandi about the paparazzi who had been bugging Lenny for years now and how the actor was getting sick of it.  "Lenny's hooked up with Daisy Cameron now.  Some jerk photographer got past me and got some shots of them naked at his pool."  Sandi laughed.  "I remember that.  Man, his dick looked TINY."  Hunter suppressed his own laughter.  He might hate Lenny, but he was a pro. "The pool was really cold that day."  He said.  Sandi looked at him with a knowing grin.  "No pool has ever been that cold!  What do they see in each other? He's an asshole and hung like a mosquito. She's a bitch and is so skinny that she has to run around in the shower to get wet. What a pair!" Hunter looked at her and with a straight face, maybe too straight a face, said; "They're in love."  Sandi thought to herself; "This is getting interesting!" 

"What I have to say is private."  Hunter said, nodding over at Stan who was sitting on the bed.  "Get over here."  She ordered.  Stan scurried over as fast as he could.  Sandi stood and without saying a word, struck the little man with a measured punch to the temple.  Stan dropped to the floor, out cold.  "Good enough?"  She asked.  Hunter could only nod, dumbfounded by the speed and power of the girl.  "It's a muscle job, pure and simple;" he informed the girl "And you're well qualified to do it." Hunter looked down at the unconscious Stan.  "VERY well qualified!"  Sandi smiled slightly at the comment. "Lenny wants to send a message to the paparazzi.  He wants them out of his life.  Suing them doesn't work. That takes years and the problem is still there.   He wants to lure a couple of them to his villa at Cannes and have them worked over. Worked over very badly.  Then he'll spread his own photos around.  I was going to have Duke Vincennes do it but he's indisposed."  Sandi chuckled at that last statement.  "What's your cut?"  Sandi asked.  Hunter thought about faking being indignant but thought better of it.  "$25,000."  He answered honestly.  Sandi nodded.  "You really don't like Lenny, do you?"  She asked.  In a rare moment of honesty, Hunter spat; "He's a fuckhead!  But, he's a RICH fuckhead."  The muscular girl nodded.  "I can go with that." 

Sandi was doing some quick thinking. Her fights had been drying up.  Men willing to fight were getting rarer and rarer.  She wanted some big money to get her underground gym going.  Sandi had organized some women into a group called the Sisters of Strength.  Their goal was to spread the philosophy of female domination.  She had gotten some money, 'contributions' from some men, but she wanted a lot more to make it a first class operation.  Lenny - the guy making 15-20 millions per movie - might end up being a cash cow for her.  "I'll do it."  She stated.  Hunter gave a sigh of relief.  "Great. One thing though. The film festival at Cannes starts tomorrow night.  We have to leave tonight."  He looked at his watch.  "Right now, really.  He has a jet at the airport.  We've got to get going."  Sandi nodded, unconcerned.  She got up, took a four minute shower, got into some sweats and said; "Let's go!  I can get what I need later.  YOU can pay for it out of your cut."  Hunter could only nod in acceptance.  As they headed for the door he asked; "What about Stan?"  Sandi just kept walking and answered; "Who's Stan?"

Chapter 2

The taxi carrying Sandi and Hunter arrived at the general aviation area of the city airport.  Hunter had called ahead and Lenny's Gulfstream V was on the tarmac ready to go.  The two of them boarded the luxurious jet and were greeted to the sight of a raucous party in full swing. The party was being fueled by equal amounts of Lenny's alcohol, cocaine, and methamphetamine.  Six members of Lenny's infamous 'Posse' had procured four local women and had them in various stages of undress.  The writhing of bodies subsided considerably when Hunter and Sandi entered the cabin.  Everyone in the 'Posse' knew Hunter and they were all intimidated by him. For some unknown reason the girl dressed in sweats had the same chilling effect on them.  When the new arrivals passed through the cabin into the lounge, the party revved up again.  Sandi and Hunter entered the lounge to see Lenny and his girl Daisy halfheartedly going at it on the couch.  Halfheartedly, due to the fact that they were both quite intoxicated as well.

Hunter grabbed Lenny's bony shoulder to get his attention.  "Lenny... LENNY.  This is Sandi, the girl I called you about.  She'll do the paparazzi job for you."  Hunter eased his considerable frame into one of the lounge chairs.  It had been a long day.  Sandi stood silently waiting for Lenny to acknowledge her presence. The actor boozily looked Sandi up and down and only saw a beautiful face on top of what appeared to be a very chunky body which was trying to hide behind a sweat suit. Lenny looked over at his security chief and said.  "Hunter. I want those assholes beat up.  I don't want em' sat on and squished."  He and Daisy got a big charge out of that and laughed heartily. Sandi remained still and silent. Still giggling, Lenny asked Sandi; "Why should I pay you all that money Hunter told you about?"  The girl turned to the drunken man and said in a soft, even voice; "Because I'm the best at what I do."  Lenny laughed again and responded; "And just what the fuck is it that you're so good at?"  Sandi replied evenly; "I hurt men."  Daisy erupted with a giggle fit at the girl's response.  "Oh Lenny, She's priceless!"  Then, in a fake basso voice: "'I HURT MEN'. I love it!  We've got to use that in a movie!"  Lenny had a different reaction.  The evenness in Sandi's voice and her eerily calm demeanor had the actor feeling uneasy. Trying to gain control he spat out; "Well, I'm the best at what I do!  'People' called me the best actor of my generation!"  Sandi just eyed him with the same deadpan look and said unemotionally; "The people I know just call you a dickhead." 

Daisy giggled uncontrollably again, while Hunter had a totally different reaction.  He thought that Lenny might lose it and tell him to kick Sandi off the jet.  Ten years ago, he might have welcomed the challenge – but that seemed now like a lifetime ago; and, still fresh in his mind, was the sight of this young amazon brutally taking apart a man his own size, a professional fighter... "Think about the money," he said to himself  "one more year of this shit, and then it's off to Florida..."  And, Sandi's response WAS pretty funny, he had to admit to himself. 
Lenny chuckled nastily. "Dickhead, that's funny! Danny Kale called me that from fifth grade all the way through high school.  All the other kids thought he was hilarious. Hunter paid him a visit last Thanksgiving. He had to eat his turkey through a STRAW!  Yeah.  Dickhead!" Hunter sat in the chair thinking of how far he had slid in the past two years, the big man shuddering, thinking that the slope was getting steeper.  Sandi just looked at the little actor with the same slight smile that had appeared on her face after she had seen Lenny's reaction to her "I hurt men" comment.

Daisy tried to break the tension by commenting; "Didi, you're so fucking Sicilian with all that revenge shit!  We're supposed to be having FUN!  Let's party!"  When she got no reaction, the skinny actress looked over at Sandi and asked; "So what are you, some kind of muscle woman?"  Hunter thought to himself; "Some kind? Girl, you have NO IDEA..."  Sandi looked at Daisy and rejoined with; "Some people think so."  Daisy chirped; "Ohh! I love muscles on girls.  We had a stuntwoman on 'Angels".  She was, like, built.  She grabbed Lenny one time and...."  Lenny, reddening, broke in.  "Yeah, yeah. Muscles are nice and all.  She's (Nodding at Sandi) got a nice face and all but look at the bod!  She's like the Hulk before weight watchers!  Hunter, If you wanted a broad for this, why couldn't you get me Cory Everson!"  Daisy broke in; "Yeah, she's great!"  Lenny continued; "Remember that VanDamme flick where she did that lesbo bit?  And later..."  Hunter, hearing enough of this inane conversation, interrupted his boss: "Lenny, you want people broken - that's what Sandi does. You want to get your rocks off... I'll get you fucking Traci Lords."  A chastened Lenny replied; "OK. OK.  Just hide the bitch away in the villa until we need her."  Daisy wouldn't have any of it.  "Lenny, Lenny.  Let's bring her to the premier.  You can have your very own muscle woman bodyguard, just like Ollie Stone!  People will freak the fuck OUT!"  The actor wasn't sure.  "Don't you think it'll look like a bad James Bond movie?"  Sandi just stood there listening to the BS flow back and forth.  Daisy said; "No.  It'll be SO COOL!  Think of all the publicity you'll get!"  That did it.  Daisy had just uttered one of Hollywood's magic words.  It hit Lenny right in his 'G' spot.  "OK.  We'll do it.  But, Jesus, make her look human, will ya!  She looks like a sack of potatoes with a head on it now.  Get her some decent clothes."  Daisy said excitedly; "We'll go shopping when we get to Cannes!"  Sandi turned and stared at Hunter. "Thanks anyway. Hunter will get me whatever I need.  We have a lot of details of the job to talk about.  Things that you're better off not knowing, Lenny. If you get my drift."  Lenny said; "Yeah, whatever.  Hunter, you take her shopping."  Hunter groaned inwardly.  He had the feeling that his $25,000 was going to take a BIG hit.

Lenny grabbed the interphone and said to the pilot; "Hey, idiot.  Let's get this fucking plane in the air.  And send back that dumbass stewardess back here.  I'm not paying her to screw around with you. I want some Goddamn SERVICE!"  Hanging up he spat out; "Piece of shit hired hands, all of 'em!"  Sandi glanced at Hunter.  The big man looked blankly back at the Amazon. His lack of expression spoke volumes.  Sandi wasn't sure that she wanted to stay on board.  Lenny was really a scumbag.  But, paraphrasing what Hunter had so eloquently stated in the dressing room earlier; He was a RICH scumbag. She decided to ride it out. The girl wanted Lenny's money for her cause, the total domination of men. Sandi sat down in the other lounge chair and immediately fell into a deep sleep. Hunter, in his own thoughts, was pretty sure that his relationship with the great Lenny DeCarlo was nearing an end. Lenny was thinking about the girl.  He had put her down for sure, but he did that to EVERYBODY.  It made him feel more important to himself.  He was getting excited at the thoughts of what the supposed "muscle girl" was going to do to his worst enemies, the photographers that he had searched out earlier in his career but whom he hated now. He was also getting excited about the girl herself.  Was there REALLY that much muscle under the baggy clothes?
Daisy was thinking about muscles also.  How nice it would be to have a muscle girl servicing her again like that long lost stuntwoman...

The party in the front cabin kept on as the Gulfstream headed for New York to refuel and then on to the nine hour, 3970 mile flight to Mandelieu Airport in Cannes, France, and the paparazzi.

Chapter 3

The jet arrived early in the afternoon of the Cannes Film Festival premier of Lenny's new movie "Bitches".  Lenny, Daisy, the Posse, the four girls, and all of the security team except Hunter headed to Lenny's Villa Viktoria with much ado. Lenny and Co. were in that post party, pre sleep haze that seems so cool to the participants but looks so asinine to the sober viewer.  Sandi and Hunter headed to town in a rental car. They were both inwardly thankful to be away from the party group but neither spoke of it.  As they drove towards town, Sandi fell in love with the Riviera.  The ocean, the sidewalk cafes, the overall ambience of the place really got to her. She was not usually a girlie girl when it came to clothing, but the very ROMANCE of the area and the fact that she was on a free roll money wise, hit her right in that shopping nerve that all women possess.

Hunter spent three long, lonely, EXPENSIVE hours while the young Amazon wreaked as much havoc on his platinum card as she usually reserved for the men she annihilated. The pattern was the same in each of the upscale shops they went to.  Sandi would disappear into the back of the store while Hunter waited in the settee area. Squeals of "Mon dieu!" and "Oh Madame!" echoed from both the female and male salespeople as Sandi tried on various outfits.  Then Sandi would emerge, back in her sweats, with several large boxes being carried by the still awestruck staff.  Hunter would pay for the goods and see his Visa balance head for the stratosphere.  The ritual continued until the girl was finally sated.  The trunk and back seat of the rental were full of boxes and bags of loot. Hunter's wallet felt a LOT lighter than before the spree.  Hunter was absolutely quiet on the trip to the villa.  Sandi did not care one bit.

Back at the villa, the party was winding down.  Lenny and Daisy went to bed to catch a couple hours of sleep before the premiere.  Lying in bed they were both immersed in their own thoughts.  Lenny was fantasizing what the formidable girl would LOOK like all dressed up. Daisy was dreaming of how a naked Sandi would FEEL like between her own skinny legs. The couple kissed each other without passion and went to sleep. 

Arriving at the villa, two of the house staff showed Sandi to her room and carried the tons of goods from the car.  Hunter went to check on the security procedures for the night ahead.  About an hour later, he went to Sandi's room to appraise her of her role for the night.  The girl was adjusting the straps of a pair of very spiked high heel shoes.  "Those aren't very practical for security work."  The big man snapped.  He was still pissed off about how much Sandi had spent.  She looked at him with a totally blank expression.  "Look Hunter.  I'm a specialist here.  I'm NOT one of your hired goons.  If something comes up, I'll handle it.  This is a formal occasion, in France for God's sake! I've got lots of nice new stuff, (Hunter winced at this) and I'm going to have some FUN!  Besides, how do you think it would feel if I stomped on your foot with these?"  The girl twirled the shoes around in her hand.  "I can slip them off or break the heels in a second if I have too. Anything else?"   Hunter turned and left wordlessly.  He was used to being in control of people and situations at all times.  He knew that he wasn't in control of this girl and didn't know if he would ever be or COULD be.  It was a strange and unnerving feeling for him.
 
Three hours later, it was time to go.  The four limo convoy had pulled up to Villa Viktoria twenty minutes earlier.  Omer & Gadi, two of the security staff were in the back of the first limo.  They were both ex-commandos of the Israeli Defense Force.  Lenny only hired the best (They were also both quite good looking, Sandi noted – especially Gadi, a dark-haired Josh Hartnett look-alike, who almost dislocated his jaw when he caught a glimpse of her).  Sandi was in the front seat with Hans, the driver.  Lenny and Daisy would be in the second limo, a stretch.  Hunter would ride shotgun in that car.  The Posse and the girls would be in the last two cars with the rest of the security staff. Hunter tapped the tinted driver's side window of the first car to make sure that Hans knew the route and procedures.  A sweating Hans nervously nodded his head.  An uneasy Hunter went to the other side of the car to talk to Sandi. He was looking back at the line of cars to make sure everybody got into the right ones.  Most of the civilians were drunk, high, or both and Hunter knew that at least one would try to get into Lenny's car.  His staff were herding the group well.  "Look, Sandi.  I don't like the idea of Lenny showing you off.  But he's the boss and he gets what he wants.  Just don't make a scene.  OK?"  He then looked into the window and saw how the girl was dressed.  "Oh shit!" He thought when he saw her.  Sandi gave him a dazzling smile and said; "Who, ME?  Make a scene?"  Hunter shook his head and slowly walked back to the second car.  He had a very bad feeling about how this night was going to turn out.

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Twenty minutes later the procession arrived at the Palais.  Omer and Gadi exited the limo and took up their positions.  Sandi then emerged from the car. The mass of media behind the rope lines were a pretty jaded bunch.  They were used to seeing celebrities and half naked female celebrity wannabee hangers on.  They were NOT prepared for the apparition that befell them as the girl stepped onto the red carpet.  A collective, mostly unspoken, "Holy Shit! Look at that!" washed over the gathering.  Then, as if on cue, an ocean of electronic flashes exploded as the photographers and videographers took hundreds of images of the girl.  Sandi was a major celebrity in her own circle and was used to creating a stir.  However, that circle was very small.  This was her first experience with popular mass media and the amount of attention that it could generate.  She LOVED it.  The girl stood on the carpet absorbing it all.  Lenny's limo then pulled up. The occupants of the car could see the light show created by the strobes of the press.  "What the fuck!"  Lenny exploded.  That sort of exposure was supposed to be for HIM.  That's why he was always in the second car.  The stars from the previous arrival group were already in the Palais.  His security team never elicited any response.  Someone was hogging HIS spotlight!  Hunter was pissed also.  He had a feeling about what was going on.  Hunter had only gotten a glance of the girl earlier, but that glance was enough.  The big man got out of the car and his suspicions were confirmed.  Hunter opened the door and Lenny, ever the gentleman, got out first.  The little actor got out and saw what all the fuss was about.

"Holy shit!"  He exclaimed to himself as he got his first sight of the sun bronzed Amazon in 'normal' clothes. Sandi was wearing an extremely short black sleeveless dress that was scooped very low in the front and even lower in the back and the same pair of spiked heels that Hunter had seen earlier.  That was it.  No earrings, necklace, bracelet or any other accessories.  She had very little makeup on.  She didn't need it.  Lenny's heart raced and his breath got raspy when he saw the girl.  The little actor first saw Sandi from a three-quarter profile view from behind.  The first thing he noticed was the girl's enormous 18 ½ inch arms at her sides, triceps bulging behind enormous biceps, and her big, thrusting bust pushing out from her massively muscled chest.  Sandi's satin dress clung to each and every curve of her powerful body, showing that she had absolutely nothing underneath it but her.  Lenny immediately got a full erection (not that anyone could be bothered to watch...), just seeing Sandi's muscle-packed physique.  The spaghetti straps holding the dress up looked like two pieces of string against her mile wide shoulders. Her broad back was so muscular and defined that it looked like the Atlas Mountains. Her back tapered down to her waist, revealing a REAL hourglass figure.  The dress clung to her gorgeous glutes showing what buns of steel really were.  The high heel shoes pumped up her calves and thighs to enormous proportions.  She looked like she could crush a beer keg to shreds with those thighs and not even notice. Sandi turned to him with a dazzling smile.  He stared hungrily at the amazon's big breasts that needed no other support than the thick iron muscles of her chest that pushed them out so arrogantly in front of her.

Alone, Daisy had to struggle to get out of the car due to her own revealing clothes.  She was pissed at Lenny for not helping her.  She was about to say something to her boyfriend when she saw Sandi.  Daisy actually felt faint when she spied the astounding physique of the tall, ultra-muscled girl. "Ohh... God!"  The skinny actress thought to herself.  Then she saw Lenny practically drooling at the vision of Sandi.  Daisy grabbed Lenny and they headed up the walkway.  Sandi was next to the actress, who looked absolutely anorexic next to the muscle girl. Lenny kept looking at Sandi out of the corner of his eye as the odd procession headed up the red carpet. Daisy was getting more furious with each step.  All eyes were on Sandi as one huge muscle group or another of hers flexed and receded with every movement she made.

Watching all this from a luxury suite inside the Palais were Moe Weissman, the President of Universe Pictures and Fritz Granger, Lenny's agent.  "Holy shit!"  Moe yelled.  "Look at all the muscles on that girl!  And the tits!  Jesus! She's beautiful!  Who is she?"  Fritz was staring at Sandi also.  "Goddamn, she looks like she could stop a freight train with those arms!  What a body!"  He said.  "I don't know who she is but, I'll sure as shit find out!"  Moe was entranced as he watched the muscular girl stride up the carpet with an athletic grace that was so sexual that words couldn't describe.

Hunter was closest when a photographer broke the rope barrier and got in the middle of the red carpet to take pictures of the trio as they walked towards the Palais.  Gadi was two steps further back.  It was Sandi, though, who reacted first.  She took three quick strides towards the ponytailed man.  Lenny had a perfect view from behind as he saw the girl pivot and simultaneously drive her left fist into the poor man's upper stomach and grab his camera with her right hand, all in one, fluid motion.  The man's $3000 Nikon F-5 camera package disintegrated in her grip.  He didn't notice, though, as Sandi's fist tore into his gut and turned it into jelly.  The man was literally knocked out of his shoes and into the air by the force of Sandi's blow. The back of his shirt tore as he doubled forward. Sandi then shouldered him back over the rope line where he fell to the ground puking blood.  The sight of Sandi's massive back and arm muscles bunching and her fist crashing into the paparazzi asshole was burnt into Lenny's brain forever.  He was in LOVE!  Hunter arrived a second later.  Sandi just smiled sweetly at him and said: "Losing a step there, big boy?"  Hunter was furious at himself for being so slow to react.  He was also feeling the first pangs of real fear.  Hunter knew now that he couldn't match up to the girl's speed.  He also knew that, big and powerful as he was, there was no comparison between his strength and that of the girl.  His strength was that of a three-year-old compared to the huge hard muscles of Sandi Stone. But he had no time to dwell on it now – he had a brand-new crisis on his hands, thanks to the one-woman wrecking crew, striding so arrogantly in front of him. "Well,", he thought grimly, "that's what I'm being paid for." He was dialing the number of his local police contact as the strange procession went on into the Palais, before the now silent crowd.

"Did you see that?"  Screamed Moe to Fritz as he watched Sandi smash the photographer.  "She probably killed that prick with one punch!"   Fritz was also stunned by the speed and power of the girl.  "We gotta sign her!  She's the next Ahnold!"  Yelled the excitable executive.  "I'm on it, Moe.  We'll see her tomorrow." Assured the agent.

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Standing around the lobby at the pre-screening reception, Daisy was getting more upset by the minute. This was supposed to be her big moment, where she got to show-up that fat-ass Latin bitch and her lame-ass hunky toy-boy, but instead she was now showed up herself – and by whom?  A muscle-bound, freakin' hired assassin cheesecake, for Christ's sake! Their little group was of course the center of attention, but she could tell that most of the people were far more interested in the gorgeous, scantily clad muscle goddess, standing aside with Hunter, that insufferably self-assured half-smile on her face. Daisy was putting on her best Jay Leno act – mugging for the cameras, throwing herself at people, showing off as much of her skinny limbs and pushed-up boobs as possible – but, mainly, constantly kissing, pawing and fondling her boyfriend. But Lenny's attentions were very obviously elsewhere – his smile was forced, his kisses half-hearted, at best, and though he tried to conceal it, Daisy caught him time and again gazing longingly at the blond amazon. Standing close to him, she couldn't help noticing his massive hard-on, which only his dark-blue tuxedo hid from the prowling photographers – and she was under no illusion that it was her $12-million-per-movie charm that has brought it on... Daisy Cameron was livid with fury; and though she kept up her act – the show, after all, must go on – she came to a decision. "Oh, yeah, dickhead", she thought with grim delight, "I'm going to get Sicilian on your scrawny ass!"

Lenny was getting more desperate by the moment. The sight – no, the very thought of Sandi, standing there, seeming to fill the giant hall with her unbelievable bronzed muscles, her incredible breasts straining to break out of her flimsy dress, her golden mane and cobalt eyes seeming to outshine the myriad lights above them... He tried not to look at her, but her presence was like a magnet, drawing his furtive gaze again and again. He tried to carry on the usual, banal movie-world conversations with the seemingly endless stream of people that besieged them, but he was completely on automatic. His girlfriend was really starting to get on his nerves, though – constantly kissing and pawing him, throwing herself shrieking cries of fake Hollywood joy at people, her growing frustration and jealousy almost a palpable thing. "Maybe I should have Hunter do something about her", he thought, "A swimming accident, or something..." And then another thought came to him: 'Maybe I should have Sandi take care of her!" And he had to excuse himself and stagger towards the men's room, as his already-engorged dick heaved and almost spluttered at the thought.     

Sandy loved every minute of it. She was quite aware of the fakery of it all –from the dainty hugs and the air kisses and brilliant smiles to the fake boobs and stretched chins and capped teeth. But there was no doubting the authenticity of the lustful and/or awe-filled glances directed at her. One reason she was a professional fighter was her simple need for adulation – and here she was, the belle of the party in one of the world's most prominent parties of all! But for her there was another motivation – the deep enjoyment she derived from inflicting mayhem upon men, an enjoyment that she was building up into a near-religion. She remembered high-school – every once in a while, she used to go to the swimming pool, flaunting her even-then amazing body at the poor, pathetic adolescent boys; and they always came to her, like moth to the light – even after the fate of her miserable suitors became all too clear. And now, new horizons seemed to be opening up to her; her fights were now drawing in an ever increasing number of women, but the men were much fewer – the sight of her dismantling a man was much more then most men could stomach (and the big-time gamblers and their crowd have long given up on her fights – it was just that there no longer was any question about the result...) She had no problem picking up a new Boy Toy every few weeks from the poor souls who slavishly showed up (or any man she fancied, anywhere, for that matter...). But if she was really aiming to turn this into a larger-scale phenomenon... – her head was buzzing with the possibilities. She started to laugh softly.

Standing at her side, Hunter was startled by the sudden, throaty laugh. She looked up at him, her almond eyes sparkling with merriment. "Jumpy, big boy?" He smiled uncertainly. Although, at 6'3" he towered over her 5'8", her incredibly massive figure made him feel – perhaps for the first time in his life – almost small and vulnerable. Trying to assert himself, he said: "I had quite a time fixing up that little incident outside. It's going to cost Lenny quite a bit." "You're breaking my heart." she said dryly. "So, what's the deal?" Hunter's face broke into a smile – the first time Sandi saw him smile, and she thought it made him look almost boyish. "They're charging him with attempted assault. It wouldn't hold, of course, and he'll probably sue Lenny when he gets out of hospital –" "IF he gets out of hospital" Sandi corrected him, matter-of-factly. Hunter's throat went suddenly dry, as he felt his stomach knotting with fear. He had to face it: this drop-dead gorgeous girl, with her killer body and casual attitude to violence, was like nothing he has ever faced before – and she scared the living hell out of him...
Sandi laughed again, and brushed her body against his, her full, hard breast pushing at his ribs. "Lighten up, Hunter", she said, her diamond-hard nipple digging at his side "I think you're doing a great job. No, I mean it!" She said, as he started to speak "This whole set-up is totally insane, and you are doing a hell of a job keeping it all in the air. I'm impressed. And I'm actually starting to have some ideas, regarding you..."
She smiled at him and moved away. Hunter stood rigid for a few minutes. He did not know quite what to make of that last exchange. All his instincts, honed by over 20 years of dealing with the most dangerous scum on earth, were screaming a warning; But then, why was his dick doing it's best to tear out of his brand-new, $700 suit and lead him after the retreating, door-sized back of the most dangerous, definitely-psychotic killer he has ever met?

*   *   *

Inside the now darkened theater, Sandi sat on the far left with Hunter, Daisy, and Lenny to the right.  During the screening, Lenny kept glancing over at Sandi, trying to get a sight of her thickly muscled big breasted chest slightly heaving against the clingy satin dress as she breathed. Daisy was now livid at her supposed boyfriend.  Hunter was really feeling uncomfortable.  He could feel the tension between his boss and his girl to the right.  An aura of invincible power emanated from the scantily clad female to his left who was the CAUSE of the problems to his right.  Sandi adjusted herself in her chair which caused Hunter to involuntarily stare at her massively muscled thighs.  The girl smiled slightly and decided to have some fun.  The Amazon waited until she saw Lenny looking over at her.  She then grasped Hunter's wrist and guided it to her lips.  The man tried to resist, but it was hopeless. The girl was simply too strong for him.  Sandi saucily sucked on two of his fingers for a few seconds and then lowered his hand to her bare thigh.  The girl then flexed her quad muscles under the man's fingers.  Hunter involuntarily gasped as he felt the titanium hardness of the young amazon's muscular leg. Sandi tensed then eased her huge quads several times while holding his hand against them. Sweat broke out on the man's brow and his breathing came fast and shallow.  She then let go while whispering; "You can leave your hand there as long as you want, big boy."  The girl spread her legs slightly.  "Or anywhere else!"  The fully aroused man let his hand roam over the girl's steely muscle-bound thigh for ten more seconds before he reluctantly removed it. "Coward!"  She whispered to him with a smile.  The big man felt Lenny staring at him in anger. Daisy elbowed Lenny as she was getting more and more pissed off.  Sandi sat back and enjoyed the rest of the movie.

Chapter 4

The villa Viktoria is high on the hills above the coastline of Theoule Sur Mer, 15 minutes west of Cannes with one access road from the main road, and with lots of wild vegetation all around it. It has 8 major bedrooms in its three living levels, all looking out to the sea, plus a large wine cellar – now cleared of all wine barrels, and a small, fully functional field hospital set up in one half (manned by a doctor who has worked with Hunter on previous occasions, and two medics he has brought with him). There is a large dining room, two recreation rooms, a pool room, and a large indoor Jacuzzi, looking out to an outdoor swimming pool.

Lenny & Daisy had a sleepless night. They got in around 2AM, and he was a bit scared of what she would say and do, but she hardly talked to him, and they both got into bed and pretended to sleep. Lenny tossed and turned, thinking and fantasizing about Sandi, while Daisy had lots of dark, nasty revenge fantasies – but also not a few sexual fantasies of her own...

There were a bunch of interviews planned for the morning, but Lenny had cancelled all of them, claiming both Daisy and himself were jet-lagged and all partied out. The studio people were of course pissed off by this - they had almost 90 millions riding on Lenny's movie, and press access was critical, but the young star had other priorities. This was planned in advance - Hunter's team were setting up traps for the paparazzi who were sure to try and get photos of the couple (as well as their sensational bodyguard), and after seeing her in action, the previous night, Lenny was giddy with excitement; he got hard just thinking about her, down in the repurposed wine cellar, her granite-hard muscles flexing and bunching as she plows into those hated camera-jockeys...

He moved, his hand going down to his hardening shaft, stroking it, eyes closed, imagining himself down in the cellar, hearing the screams...

"You want me to blow you?"
Daisy's hand was on his buttock, stroking it gently. A peace offering... He nodded, turning to lie on his back, spreading his legs, and she climbed over him, clumsily, positioning herself between his legs. He watched her strawberry-blonde hair glow in the light of the morning sun, her large mouth opening slowly, ready to take his raging erection in. So, no, she wasn't Sandi - but she DID win Maxim magazine's Sexiest Woman of The Year, three times in a row...! Of course, the last time was almost four years ago, when she still had her model-days figure, before Hollywood's tastemakers made her lose all those pounds, turn into another giant-lipped, almost-skeletal clown... he shook his head, trying to turn his mind off. Those giant lips still felt pretty good, sucking his modestly-sized cock in, her tongue expertly lathering him up. Now, if he could only imagine that those lips belonged to Sandi, and that the ass that he could see moving rhythmically was not his girlfriend's scrawny butt, but rather the muscle girl's perfectly round, beach ball-sized buttocks...

Thinking about Sandi brought him to the edge almost instantly, grabbing his girlfriend's hair, he pushed himself almost savagely deeper into her mouth, his rod spasming violently as it hit the back of her throat. Ignoring her gagging and her muffled protests he released his load, eyes closed, imagining the lips around his dick were Sandi's, her grey-blue eyes no longer holding that contemptuous amusement that was always there, replaced by lustful supplication as she worshipped his mighty manhood...

"Fuck, Lenny COUGH! COUGH! You bastard, you almost COUGH! Almost killed me! Dammit COUGH! I told you, FUCK! You gotta... shit!..."

Daisy pushed herself up, coughing, drops of cum flying from her gaping mouth. Lenny ignored her as he stretched back on the bed, eyes closed, panting. Daisy watched him with disgust as she regained her composure, noting the dreamy smile slowly spreading on his face.

"You were thinking of HER, weren't you? Well, fuck YOU, Lenny! Next time, why don't you go and get that freak to blow you? I'm betting her clit his larger than your fucking dick, anyway..."

She waited for an answer, then shrugged, resigned. She was getting sick of her boyfriend, but as her agent kept telling her, being part of Hollywood's premiere power couple was worth a lot of exposure - and money. She was not going to break this up - not yet, not while there was sweet, sweet money to be milked out of it... she slid off the bed, stood up.

"Jerk yourself off all you want, asshole. I'm going down to the pool, try on my new bikini... Maybe fuck one of Hunter's hot Israeli hunks...!"

Lenny said nothing. He remained on his back, idly stroking his small cock, as his girlfriend rummaged through the large cabinet. He didn't bother to look as she put on her bikini, Ooh! and Aaah!ing as she checked herself out in the large, wall-sized mirror. Nor did he look when she left, ignoring the allure of her ass in the tiny thong. Yeah, Daisy was still considered one of the hottest women in Hollywood - but she was just so fucking THIN! He was never attracted to big women, certainly not female bodybuilders - but Sandy had just turned his world upside down! When Hunter told him on the flight over that she was going to be wearing a bikini when working the paparazzi over, he scoffed - the thought of the chunky girl in the shapeless sweat suit wasn't much of a turn on. But that was before the premiere,  before he saw her for what she truly was: a golden goddess, a mythical creature that oozed sex out of every pore of her superhuman physique...

He was jerked out of his reverie by the bedside phone. Picking it up, he heard Hunter's gruff voice:
"Hunter. We got one in the can. Tied him up in the cellar, let him stew till evening."
Lenny sat up excitedly, swinging his leg over the edge of the bed.
"That's fucking great, man! About time we got some action! You figure we can get more of those fuckers?"
"We spotted three in the north forest, there might be more. We'll probably gather all of them up by evening..."
Lenny cut him off, his excitement almost boiling over.
"FUCK evening, I'm not waiting that long! Pick up whoever you can in the next couple hours, I wanna get this show going after lunch!"
Hunter sounded doubtful.
"I don't think doing this after you have lunch is a good idea. Like I told you, she's very brutal, I don't think Daisy could..."
"FUCK Daisy! I'm not waiting till evening, I wanna SEE this, I GOTTA see this!"
He leaned back, trying to control himself.
"OK, I want Sandi to be ready for this, we're doing it, two thirty at the latest, OK? I bet she's doing yoga or shit like that, right, getting ready?"
Hunter sounded almost amused. "Well, I don't know if it's part of her ritual, but she's doing laps in the pool. Been at it since..."

Hunter's voice was cut off as Lenny slammed the phone down. Jumping up on his feet he rushed to the balcony. And sure enough: looking down at the huge swimming pool stretching down below him, he could see a lone swimmer cutting the water with powerful strokes, moving at a speed rarely seen outside of an Olympic pool. Sandi's signature blonde mane seemed to be held by a huge swimming cap, but there was no mistaking the ginormous shoulders or the powerful arms propelling her easily through the water. He could see an outline of the enormous, v-shaped back, and the outline of a tiny thong. God, she was almost naked!
And he was missing it!!

***

A few moments later he was outside, walking non-challantly towards the small group that was lounging on deck chairs near the water. Four of his posse guys were there, together with two of the girls they brought over from America; Daisy was there, too, strutting around like a moron, showing off her bony ass in the teeny thong bikini - though everyone's attention seemed to be directed at the pool, where Sandi was now doing the butterfly, an aquatic, unstoppable locomotive, tearing through the water. As he approached the group Lenny noticed that one of them was standing at the pool's edge, holding a large towel with both hands, staring intently at the swimmer.

"Hey, Kev - what's up? Think she's gonna blow you if you have a towel ready for her?"
Kevin didn't smile, didn't even turn his head.
"She gave it to me, told me to wait for when she's finished..."
"Well, have a fucking seat, she looks like she might be awhile..."
Kevin shook his head.
"She told me to wait."
Lenny gave him a quizzical look, shrugged, and walked over to grab a deck chair, ignoring Daisy. He sat down, and gestured at Kevin.
"So, what's the deal with him?"
Ethan stopped fondling the stacked blonde sitting in his lap and squinted at their friend, grunting.
"Man, that was WEIRD... She comes out of the house, walks over, points at Kev, she's like -'you! Wait here!' - gives him the towel and jumps in the water. And the moron just stays there..."
Lucas, who's sitting up in his chair, watching the swimmer intently, shook his head.
"You see the look she gave him? Man, that bitch is SCARY... You SAW what she did to that poor schmuck, yesterday, you really don't want her to think you're not following orders or something..."
Ethan clicked his tongue, annoyed.
"Sure, that guy was jumping Lenny, he had it coming, and that's her job, right?" He flexed a beefy arm, clenching his ham-like fist. "Anyway, if she tries anything here, you guys got me, not to worry...!"
Lenny guffawed. Ethan was, more or less, the group's idiot, but that was dumb even by his standards. "She does that for A LIVING, you fuckin' moron! You heard Hunter - DESTROYES men for a living! You think you can take her, you're even dumber than I thought!"
Toby piped in. "And, anyway, she's built like fuckin' Arnold, and you're a bucket of lard! She's got more muscle in her little pinky than you have in your whole fat ass body!"
Ethan gave him a resentful look. "Shut the fuck up, you fuckin' twink! What I got is REAL muscle - she's, like, all steroids, FAKE muscle, I could take her, no problem!"
Lucas shook his head.
"No way, man. Did you see her face, her jaw? And that voice? No way is she using, that muscle is legit."
The other girl, a short-haired brunette who looked like she was into fitness, squeezed her overstuffed bikini top.
"What I really want to know is, who her surgeon was. Those babies cost me almost 8000 bucks - hers are the best I've ever seen, like, really natural-looking...!"

Daisy, who was fuming all that time at the lack of attention directed at her, finally burst in.
"She's a FREAK, that's what she is! That body is just GROSS, I want to throw up just LOOKING at her!"

The other guys never liked Daisy, never really accepted her into their clique, but her being Lenny's girlfriend - as well as holding some considerable power in the industry - meant they weren't going to speak up against her; though their faces spoke volumes. The fit brunette was less reticent. She shook her head.
"I dunno, She's a bit much, sure, but that face, the hair, the boobs, the muscle - I think she makes it work..."
Daisy, finally finding an easy target to take her frustration out on, rounded on her, pointing an almost-skeletal finger at her.
"Listen, you little hussy..."

She broke off at the sudden sound behind her, turning around.

Sandi came out of the water. Well, shot out of it, really. It was a single, fluid motion - she reached the edge of the pool, her mighty arms coming up as if for another powerful stroke - and then coming down, grabbing the marble slab, and the next minute her massive bulk was catapulted out of the water, a giant wave splashing around her, like a great, golden Orca breaking the surface of the ocean, and suddenly she was standing next to the petrified Kevin, smiling at him coldly as a muscle-bound arm reached out and took the towel from his trembling hand. The other arm went up, ripping the swimming cap off her head, tossing it aside.

It was Lenny's first view of her almost-naked form, and it left him gaping, almost gasping for air. Before, when Toby compared her body to Arnold Schwarzenegger, he meant the newly-elected governor in his 80's prime, but even this was an insufficient comparison.
She was wearing a simple bikini, tiny white triangles held together by spaghetti-thin strings, accentuating her lightly-bronzed skin. She was MASSIVE, with wide, boulder-like shoulders, her raised arms exploding with power, her biceps, unflexed, thick veins running along them, easily rivaling anything seen at any male bodybuilding show. Her pecs were like granite slabs, shot with tiny veins, her large, soft-looking breasts, barely held together by the tiny bikini, looking almost out of place on top of them - and yet, so, so very right, the wet, almost see-through fabric clinging to her large nipples, making each and every man there instinctively lick his lips.
Her torso was a marvel of construction all on its own - tapering down from impossibly wide lats to an almost tiny waist, a tight 8-pack and rock-hard obliques seeming to be the only things holding the halves of her body together. Her hips, hugged by the high-riding bikini bottom, were relatively narrow - only to flare out, her massive thighs exploding with corded muscles, mighty pillars guarding the entrance to her holiest of holy. Lenny gulped loudly, imagining his body resting on her craggy curves, those insane thighs pulling him in, his tiny manhood approaching her innermost, most sacred place...

He shook his head, trying to regain control. What the hell was going on?! He had never been attracted to muscular women - Cory Everson was hot, sure, he'd occasionally jerk off to her workout videos, but that was normal, he knew some of the other guys did the same, but this - this was something else... She was like nothing he'd ever seen in his life, like nothing of this world, and he was dizzy, his head swimming - and his dick was about to burst...

"AAAAWWW!!!"

Lenny doubled over, squealing in pain. Sandi, having just flicked the tip of his cock with her fingers, laughed.
"You could really hurt someone with that thing, boss..."
She motioned for Kevin, who seemed to be petrified in place, to follow her.
"Come here, gorgeous, help me with my top."
They all watched her walk to the center of the pool deck, perfectly round buttocks bunching enticingly, bend down to spread her towel on the tiled floor, then, in one smooth, graceful motion, lying down, her magnificent ass on full display. She waved her hand, pointing at her back.
"Untie me, cutie."
Kevin scrambled down, clumsily pulling at her top's strings, as the muscle woman laid her head on the towel, her golden mane spread around it.
"Huh... do you want me to put sunscreen on you... or..."
She turns her head to the side, squinting up at him.
"Oooh, aren't you the bold one, all of a sudden? Yeah, go get some."

Lenny, nursing his sore cock, followed her intently with his eyes as she sauntered away. He should have been enraged - he was Lenny DeCarlo, the biggest fucking star in the world, and she was his EMPLOYEE, for fuck's sake, she couldn't just flick his cock like that!

And, anyway - shouldn't HE be the one spreading lotion on those glorious buttocks?!

He knew: he was OBSESSED with this woman. She could do whatever she wanted to him, she could smash his dick between those mountainous thighs - he didn't care. He wanted her. He needed her. Over the last decade he had fucked the most beautiful women in Hollywood, his girlfriend was the biggest female star, whose poster was on the bedroom walls of millions of teenage boys across the world - but he needed to have this Amazon, this breathtaking creature, this destroyer of men, this... Goddess.

He needed to see her destroy more men, that fucker last night was just an appetizer, he needed to see her do it the way Hunter described, properly, taking her time, no distractions, and do it with her bronzed, muscular body on display, just for him...

And then he will have her...

***

Daisy was almost at a boiling point. Nobody was paying any attention to her, none of her boyfriend's friends was doing any of the usual sucking up to her, and that so-called boyfriend was the worst of them, drooling over that muscle-bound freak - even after she actually gave his dick a very disrespectful, very painful-looking flick with her finger! And now she was lying in the middle of the deck, her bare fat ass up for everyone to ogle, and that idiot Kevin Connery was scampering around like a love-struck schoolboy, looking for tanning oil to rub on those RIDICULOUS muscles!

She has had enough. She walked over to the prone muscle girl, ignoring Lenny's surprised exclamation. She stood, hands on bony hips, looking down at her blonde nemesis, mustering up all of the frustration that has been building up over the last 16 hours.

"Don't you have a job to do? My boyfriend is not paying you to lie around in the pool, you know!"

Kevin, who had run back with a large bottle of sunscreen, stopped in his tracks, uncertain of what to do. Sandi, unfazed, glanced briefly sideways at the fuming Daisy, saying nothing. Daisy waited, growing more incensed. She spoke again:
"So? You think I'm joking? You better start shaping up, or I'll get Hunter to kick you the hell out!"
Sandi ignored her. Without raising her head she called out:
"Hey, cutie - where is my sunscreen?"
Kevin almost stumbled as he ran past the furious Daisy, kneeling near the golden amazon, presenting the large bottle triumphantly.
"Got it, Ms. Stone! You want me to... well..."
Sandi didn't bother to turn her head.
"Sorry, cutie, I'm afraid that's a job that needs a woman's touch. Just put it here."

Kevin looked stricken. He put the bottle next to Sandi's boulder-like deltoid, lingered for a minute more - perhaps waiting for the amazon to change her mind - then slowly rose up and backed away, eyes always on his lost prize.

Daisy, meanwhile, was having trouble breathing. Over the last decade, as a young model and then one of the biggest names in Hollywood, she had become accustomed to people stumbling over themselves, trying to please her and her every whim. The way Sandi had ignored her - she has had people fired for much smaller indiscretions, this slutty freak needed to be taught a lesson!
But.
There was something about her... something about her physical presence, the casual contempt, the absolutely terrifying power she exuded, the sense of danger -

The sexual aura...

It was all just... overwhelming. Daisy stood there, frozen in place, unable to move, her mind a blank, her anger dissipated. This... this was something she had never experienced before.

"So, Daisy - ready to lend a girl a hand?"

Daisy started, shaken out of her daze. She looked at Sandi's face which was now half-turned, cobalt eyes twinkling up at her. The Hollywood princess started to speak, but no words came. Without saying a word she stooped down, picked up the bottle, then sat down, on bent  knees, next to the hulking beauty.

There was... so MUCH of her!

Her buttocks captured her attention first, of course - such perfection, the tiny wedge of the white bikini bottom the perfect complimenting piece. Oh god, she would have killed for a butt like that! She raised the bottle, ready to splash the white goo on it, but held herself - no, too pervy! She couldn't start there...
The back - so wide, so full of nooks and crags, muscles seeming to dance without moving. She could discern the faintest hint of a tan line, in the widest area, but it was obvious that Sandi Stone didn't believe in putting on any more clothing than was absolutely needed when tanning herself...
She splashed a generous dollop of sunscreen on the unbelievably wide back, eliciting a small intake of breath from Sandi. She started rubbing it in, slowly, methodically, marveling at the feeling of the skin under her hands. Sandi was bulging, almost exploding with power, the stone-like hardness unmistakable; but the skin covering the iron muscles was smooth, soft - almost... silky? Daisy kneaded the pliant flesh as she spread more and more of the creamy lotion, going up, now moving the gold locks that hid the thick, graceful neck, thinking: would her lips be as smooth as her skin?

***

Hunter had prepared the perfect setup for his boss's insane plan. The house - which he had chosen after scouting the area intensively - was located on a hill top, accessible from the back, only, with the house cutting off the view to the front, where all the action is. The hill sloped steeply towards the town, 650 feet below;  anyone who wanted to get a view of the inhabitants needed to come from the back and try their luck with the few vantage points - and Hunter had it all covered. There was a very elaborate net of electronic surveillance equipment, with 3 attack teams lying in wait, 6 highly-trained Israeli special ops ready to snatch any intruder. Hunter ran the operation from a command center he's set up on the second floor.
Everything was going according to plan. They needed to be super careful, capturing each target needed to be done without the others noticing - they didn't want anyone running off to the local police with stories of kidnapped paparazzi, not while the operation was going on and they could be caught in the act! This meant they had to move slower, take their time, but so far it had all worked out perfectly: one had been captured earlier, and now another one was being led, handcuffed and with eyes covered, to join him in the makeshift torture chamber. He had no doubt that they'll have at least two others captured before lunch.

He had set everything up perfectly - but there was one x-factor, the centerpiece of the whole operation: Sandi Stone, Destroyer of Men and quite possibly the most dangerous, most unpredictable and quite possibly the most psychotic person he had ever encountered. He had been very proud of himself for getting her, being pretty sure about the way Lenny would react to her; and pleasing the guy signing his checks was the most important thing, right? But after last night's events he knew there was no way to control her, and that there was no way to control her. What if she kills someone? Was he ready to handle that? He had had men killed, killed some himself, but that was in the service of "national security"; was he willing to cover up murder done serving the whims of a childish, petulant, asshole movie star?

He had kept watch of her as she swam, seeing the agitation of Lenny's asshole friends. He was not surprised when Lenny, upon learning that she was at the pool, only took two minutes to come down from his bedroom and join them. He watched her catapulting herself out of the water, her out-of-this-world body seeming to ride a wave... her body... her strangely magnificent body...
He shot out of his seat when he saw her casually flicking Lenny's dick, his asshole of an employer doubling over in pain. OK, time to try and get some control over this shit show...!

Within a few minutes he was outside, walking purposefully toward the group near the pool. Lenny was standing, slack jawed, his hand rubbing his genitals, but otherwise none the worse for wear. Like his friends, he seemed to be consumed by the live show taking -lace in the middle of the deck: Daisy Cameron, biggest female box office attraction in the world, dressed in a barely-there bikini, was sitting on the massive thighs of the psychotic female terminator, the tip of her tongue peeking out of those world-famous, gigantic lips as she devotedly rubbed sunscreen on the barren door-wide back under her.
Hunter took a long breath, relaxing a little. He walked over and addressed the prone Sandi.
"We got a second one, my guys are bringing him in now, the meds will check him up. The first one passed with flying colors, he's cleared to go."
Sandi, her head on the tile floor, eyes closed, snorted.
"Jesus... cleared to have the shit beat out of him... this is pretty insane."
'Said the psycho chick who's about to dismantle them for the crime of pissing Lenny Di fucking Carlo off', thought Hunter. Out loud he said:
"Can't have them dying on us, too many complications. Anyway, the boss wants to have a session after lunch, I think we can get at least two more by then."
Sandi, her head resting on her bulging forearms, didn't bother to open her eyes.
"I like that, work the calories off. Just make sure to have lots of buckets ready."
Hunter smiled grimly. Oh, yeah. Lenny might have THOUGHT he wanted to see this - no way is he ready for the real thing...
"OK, I'll see you at lunch. Just, please, try not to..."

"Hey!!"

Lenny had been out of it for the last few minutes. First there was that very painful finger dick-flick (if that was the term), and then there was the sight of Sandy laying on the deck, ass up in his face - and then, to top it all, his fucking GIRLFRIEND rubbing sun screen on that insane back - and very soon CLIMBING on her, sitting on those gigantic thighs, her bony ass moving slowly as she worked that woman-mountain's body... It was all he could do to not whip his dick out and jerk off in front of all his friends...! When Hunter came over and started talking to her he could barely concentrate, but that changed quickly. After lunch - that was, what, about 3 hours away? No fucking way was he waiting so long!

Hunter, interrupted mid-sentence, turned to his employer.
"Is there a problem?"
Lenny gulped, looking very hot and flustered. He waved a hand (the other resting on his tenting crotch).
"Yeah, huh... Well, why wait till after lunch? No point putting it off, right? If we're gonna do it, let's fucking DO it! We'll go with what we got, in the meantime your crew can round up more, Sandy can have them in the evening!"
Hunter nodded. If that meant keeping Sandi busy and out of mischief, he was all for it. Turning back to the golden amazon, he asked:
"You OK with this?"
Sandi, eyes still closed, shrugged her great shoulders.
"Whatever. Give me 20 minutes." She opened her eyes, glanced up at him. "Hoping your meds clear the other guy, right?"
He grunted non-committably.
"Young Spaniard guy, big and strong, I don't see a problem with him."
Sandi smiled dreamily. "Young Spaniard... never had one. Lots of South American cartel guys, but this is the real thing..."
Hunter grimaced. Always nice to help a young woman fulfill her dreams... He glanced at his watch, then turned to Lenny.
"It's 11:23, we'll kick it of 12:00, be there at least 5 minutes before that."
Lenny perked up immediately.
"All RIGHT! About fucking time!"
He turned to his friends, who were all frozen in place, gaping at Sandi, open-mouthed.
"You heard the man, you bozos! 5 to 12, everybody down at the wine cellar - Luke, don't forget the camera, I don't want..."
"NOBODY is coming to the cellar except for Lenny." Hunter's voice was calm, but his annoyance was quite obvious. He stepped up to Lenny and spoke quietly. "Are you out of your fucking mind? You're THE ONLY non-crew person who can see this. Anyone else shows their face there I'll feed them to Sandi. Is that clear?"

Lenny blanched, but his shock quickly turned to anger.
"Look, I know you said this would be a closed event, but these are my friends, and I'm your boss, and I'm telling you..."
Hunter broke in, his voice still low.
"You're my EMPLOYER, and my job is to get shit done for you WITHOUT any of us getting thrown in jail. You don't like the way I'm doing my job - get someone else. Long as I'm running this show, you follow my instructions. Is that clear?"

Lenny looked at him defiantly, giving him the look that bought him his first Oscar nom - the young son standing up to his bully of a stepdad; he started to speak, but thought better of it. The hulking Hunter was too intimidating, and his calm menace was somewhat terrifying... He nodded, his face sour.
"Yeah, whatever. But the photos..."
Hunter cut him off.
"It's all taken care of, one of my guys is on it. You just enjoy the show."
And try not to throw up on EVERYTHING, he thought grimly. Not waiting for Lenny's answer, Hunter abruptly turned and walked back into the house.

Sandi followed him with her eyes. Oh, yes, Hunter definitely had talents she could put to good use... She smiled and closed her eyes. Out loud she said:
"OK, Daisy - we've got about 15 minutes, do my ass, next."

[Ncsn]

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[Snando002]

Wow. I thought I'd read everything from Sandi Stone, is there a second part to this?

[nyfiken]

Please say that there is a continuation coming for this story?

[Ncsn]

Please say that there is a continuation coming for this story?

I have some pieces of the rest, I intend to try and fill them out.

[Ncsn]

WARNING: some pretty grisly stuff ahead, as is par for the Sandi Stone course. The main action is by David Sullivan, I added a lot around it.

Chapter 5

Pierre and Ramon, the two photographers, were by now scared to death.  The two security men who were standing guard over them didn't speak much, but one of them did say that they were going to be physically punished for trespassing onto Lenny's Villa. They didn't believe it at first, figuring the famously bratty Lenny was playing some prank on them, trying to get even for the way the paparazzi have been hounding them for years. The security team that had captured them were brutally efficient, but they didn't really hurt them, using the minimum amount of force needed. But then there was the cellar, and the brief but thorough medical exam, conducted by a sullen, disreputable-looking Russian doctor, who was now sitting in the corner chain-smoking, as two rough-looking medics were running checks on what seemed like a very small, very well-equipped field hospital. The rest of the huge cellar was in shadows, the two men kneeling in the middle, their hands cuffed with plastic bands, their silent guards standing back, unresponsive to their alternating pleas and threats of legal action.

They eventually grew silent, trying to brace themselves for whatever was coming. And they were both of them thinking about the same thing: the woman from last night's premiere, Lenny's bodyguard. They had both of them been up here last evening, in the forest, casing the joint, and had missed the action down in the town; but they were very much aware of what had happened. The whole paparazzi community was abuzz, talking about the stunning muscle woman who had put one of them at the hospital with one devastating punch. Who was she? Was she here now? This whole thing was perhaps a ploy to scare them - but if it was it was working all too well, as the few pictures they had seen from last night were nothing less than terrifying...

The two guards watching the kneeling men were beginning to feel the pressure, as well. Things were turning out to be not quite what they had bargained for. Like the others on the security team they were students, doing reserve work for the Israeli security services; when they were approached by Hunter, two weeks ago, it seemed too good to be true: Three days of setting up the traps, and then two days of playing hide and seek with a bunch of hapless shutterbugs – the guys who got Diana killed, and were now going to have the stuffing knocked out of them. It was all a bit excessive, perhaps, and not quite legal, but the chance to go to a French Riviera villa for a few days, get paid a year's rent money and be able to tell the guys back home that you breathed the same air as the world's sexiest woman... And all they had to do was something they were trained for in the army. They all gave up four, five of their best years to go play cowboys and indians in some of the most dangerous places on earth – wasn't it time they got a bit back? But yesterday night changed it all.

Oren shook his tawny-haired head in disgust. "This is not right, man" He whispered in Hebrew, "That guy, last night – she tore him up, he'll be shitting through a tube for the rest of his life. And she's gonna have all the time she feels like with these poor bastards..."
Gadi grimaced miserably. "Fuck them," He whispered back, "there's no way this ends up with all of us NOT in jail, you just can't DO that kind of shit in Europe!"
Oren nodded, thinking back to last night; it was very apparent that Hunter was as unprepared for the blonde amazon's savage disemboweling of that poor schmuck as they all were, but, still, they all looked up to him - and he WAS their only chance of staying out of jail...
"Hey, it's Hunter's show, he knows what..."
Gadi cut him off sharply. "Like hell it is! Didn't you see them on the way back last night? She gives him a look, he shits in his pants. I'm telling you – this was supposed to be a beatdown, putting the fear of god in those people, but that bitch, she has her own plans, this is going to be a blood bath!"
Oren shook his head, trying to put some order into the chaos they were suddenly thrust into, see how their dream summer job could be salvaged.
"OK, look: last night - it wasn't planned, right? That guy moved in front of Lenny, she overreacted, things went south, but Hunter is the man, right? He has it contained, Lenny is gonna end up paying him he a couple of mils, sure, but we're back on track, back to the original plan..."
Gadi looked up at him in disbelief. "Bro, you just don't get it, do you? Didn't you hear what Hunter told Ilan on the plane? That girl is a psychopath! She makes her living butchering men! And you saw her last..."

He stopped suddenly, at the sound of the large wood door at the top of the stairs opening slowly. The two men straightened up and drew closer to the two captives, trying to look intimidating.

Sandi very slowly descended the stairway to the wine cellar.  Pierre and Ramon looked on with trepidation as Sandi gradually revealed herself to them.  The first things they saw were her bare feet and seventeen inch calves.  Then her massively muscled thighs came into view, bulging fearsomely with each descending step that they took. Then her thong and granite-like abs appeared.  Her hugely muscled chest and large breasts were next, along with the 18 ½ inch arms that had destroyed dozens of men.  Finally they spied her gorgeous face and mane of blonde hair that finished up the picture. Both men recognized the girl from the night before – the one who had sent one of their colleagues to the hospital with just one punch.  Their fear level increased tenfold.

Sandi walked over to the now sweating men. Her gaze flickered up at Gadi, just long enough for him to see it, and then she turned her attention to her victims. She looked them over for a few minutes, taking them in with a cold, predatory gaze. One was small, though pretty well-built, late '30, obviously French. The second one was younger, in his early '30, almost 6", pretty good muscle tone, probably Spanish. He looked like he could provide her with quite a bit of entertainment. She smiled down at the two men, who by now, despite the chill of the cellar, were both perspiring profusely.
"So. How are you boys? They been treating you OK?"
Ramon spoke up, trying to sound much more confident than he felt: "We don't understand this. Why they jump us with guns, put handcuffs, like so... Like we criminals, yes?"
Sandi gave him another friendly smile. "Oh, we won't be needing those," she said, and as she spoke she took hold of each handcuff, and with an effortless twist of her fingers snapped the thick plastic and freed their hands. Oren and Gadi, watching from the side, were dumbfounded – they knew from long experience just how strong those manacles were. Oh, yes - those bulging muscles were definitely NOT for show, only...
The two photographers seemed to almost cheer up.  "So", said Ramon, relief sounding in his voice, "is OK? We can go, or you now bring lawyer, police?" Sandi chuckled softly. She put her head closer to the kneeling men, giving them an even better view of her magnificent breasts, straining against the golden chain mail bra, her unbelievably wide shoulders seeming to fill up the whole room in front of the once-more uncertain men.
"You boys have been very naughty," she whispered in a seductive voice, wagging her finger at them.  "Sandi's going to have to punish you."
Pierre stared at the girl's huge muscles and stammered; "Look lady. We don't want any trouble. We'll go. You can keep our cameras. OK?"
Sandi laughed quietly.  "Let me tell you how it is, little man. Lenny's pissed that you assholes never leave him alone.  You invade his space and his property to get your sleazy photos. He wants some fun photos of his own, now..." she smiled dreamily, flexing her fingers in front of the much smaller Frenchman's terrified face. Her voice turned grew colder. "I'm going to punish the two of you, and those two young cuties back there," her hand gestured towards the petrified men standing behind her, "are going to take some pictures of the results, using your own cameras." She smiled coldly. "No idea what the plan is beyond that, really. Hang them on the fence around the villa, scare your buddies off? Don't know, don't care."

Pierre looked at the muscular girl with pleading eyes.  "Don't hurt me, madam, please. I'll never come back. I'll never bother Lenny again" the man sobbed. 
Sandi chuckled. She raised her head, looking up to the top of the stairwell, meeting the eyes of Hollywood's leading man, who - as per Hunter's instructions - was keeping out of sight of her victims.
"Lenny's a fucking idiot," she said amiably, making sure her voice carried. "But, sadly for you," and here she looked down at the tearful face looking up at her pleadingly, "he's a RICH idiot. And he's paying me a lot to do this."  She absentmindedly stroked Pierre's wispy black hair.  "Besides, I LIKE hurting men. I beat 250 pound men to a pulp in no holds barred matches for a living. I'd do it for free. I'm going to take a lot of Lenny's money to smash you and have fun doing it. What could be better?"  She asked brightly.

She straightened up. Without looking at him, she said "Gadi. Untie my bikini top." Gadi looked up wildly, startled out of his horrified reverie. He hurried and came to stand behind her, and, his fingers visibly trembling, began to untie the intricately- knotted long, golden chain that wound around her seemingly mile-wide, chiseled back. He was trying to fight down the panic that was rising up in him – an impossible combination of deep, primordial terror, tinged with sheer lust.
Ramon, though he felt his stomach turning to jelly with fear, tried to sound determined: "You say 'punish', 'smash' – this is not America, you can't kill people, you can't just... you know..."
Sandi smiled dreamily, enjoying the fluttering touches of the obviously terrified, handsome Israeli's fingers. "I have good news, and I have bad news, amigo. The good news is, nobody dies here today. The bad news is –" and she fixed the white-faced Spaniard with a cold, dispassionate stare – "you're gonna wish you did".

* * *
Sitting in his control room, watching the proceedings via three closed-circuit cameras, Hunter felt the blood freeze in his veins. Professionally, he couldn't fault the girl's technique. She had both men terrorized without laying a hand on them. Over the years he has had his share of interrogations – on both ends – and he has seen great masters in action, people who could play the game to perfection. But there was absolutely no game where Sandi was concerned, no pretension - she was pure. He thought about her before in terms of Evil, a total psychotic; the realization was beginning to dawn on him – she was something completely out of the scope of his experience, something that could not be described in terms designed for normal people. She was – well, yes – a Force of Nature.

Sandi was now holding her bikini top, finally untied by Gadi, each hand holding one end of a long, gold chain. Her perfect breasts, perched on top of her steel-like pecs, were standing out, firm and proud, their dark-pink nipples fully erect. She soaked in the barely concealed looks from the guards and medics - they all stared lustfully at the busty muscle girl, towering over the two kneeling photographers. She moved closer to Pierre, the bikini dangling idly in her mighty-muscled hands, and stood in front of him for a minute, enjoying the man's obvious terror. He was keeping his head down, and she knew what was going on through his mind: this is not really happening, it's all a bad dream, if I can just keep my eyes closed and not think about it will all go away... "Look at me." She said almost gently. He looked up, his face a pathetic mix of dread and hope. "Look at my breasts. Look how beautiful they are," she said huskily, "round and firm..." The small man looked at her, tears slowly running down his cheeks. There were faint stirrings of hope on his face – and also, Sandi noted with amusement, in his groin... "Oh, you like them, do you?" she asked throatily "Would you like to get a closer view?" Pierre swallowed, opened his mouth to speak – and managed just one short scream, as the hulking amazon pounced on him with terrifying speed, wrapping her skimpy, metallic top around his throat in one swift motion, and began to choke him with it. Her beautiful face was contorted by a vicious smile, as she snarled: "Here, come closer and get a good look!"  Sandi held the ends of the bikini out from her body and moved closer to the now gasping man.  Pierre's face was turning crimson as Sandi pushed her bare breasts out.  Her hard nipples were barely an inch from the man's eyes. "Nice, aren't they?"  She asked in an almost-conversational tone.  He pawed at his neck in a vain effort to get some air.  The photographer's legs quickly gave out and his body slumped.  Sandi's massive muscles bulged with power as she easily held the man up. "Don't you just want to suck on them all night long?  Feel them against you as you fuck me with your big, manly cock?"  She whispered.  Pierre was now pawing at Sandi's pumped biceps, his tongue lagging out, and he was making short gasping noises. Sandy threw her head back, breathing deeply, and thought that life was truly beautiful.
Last night was sweet, but it was just too short to really enjoy. This was the real thing, she was thinking. The man's body was now flailing, as he tried in vain to ease the horrible pressure on his throat. She moved her groin forward, stopping his wild motions with her thunder thighs. And she was thinking: "Good lord, I haven't had sex in five days!" She was getting bored with Stan, her boy toy of the month, and so was not careful enough and broke three of his ribs. She tried to be a bit gentler as she raped him afterwards, but his ear-piercing screams of pain finally got on her nerves, and she let him be. She was going to get a stand-in from amongst the people at the fight, but that was when Hunter came into her life... She shoved her groin deeper against the wretched man, dangling blue-faced from her hands, and noted that he had what promised to be a decent-sized dick (those smaller men often did – though not when they were having all the oxygen cut-off from their head...). She started grinding her groin and thighs against his puny body, all the time taunting him. She looked into his terror-filled eyes, almost mad with pain and fear, and her breathing became faster and shallower, as she felt the glorious moisture building up in her pussy...

Pierre was now clawing at her shoulders, his weak fingers leaving hardly a mark on her granite-hard muscles. She smiled at his feeble attempts, her eyes now closed and her lips slightly parted, as her ecstasy grew. His left hand brushed against her bosom, and she instinctively increased the pressure; his hand flew off instantaneously, and she eased off her choke. As she did, the pressure on his throat lessened for a few seconds, and he managed to gurgle: "please... please... no more... please..."
Those words had an incredible effect on her, as her whole body seemed to explode in a mighty, all-consuming orgasm. It was like a titanic tidal wave, riding outwards from her heaving groin. The muscles on her mighty thighs bunched and danced madly, kneading Pierre's pain-wrecked body mercilessly. Her granite-hard abs curled and twisted, her breasts heaving and thrusting, pummeling Pierre's beet-purple face. Her monstrous 18½ biceps spasmed and jerked, each jerk tightening her pull on the deadly bikini's chains. As it did, the wretched Pierre's frantic struggles somehow, incredibly increased – his body, feeling its imminent demise, finding some last reserves of strength – but his desperate struggle only served to excite Sandi more, prolonging her earth-shaking orgasm. Her low, guttural moans were turning into animal roars that filled the huge cellar, reverberating off its low ceiling and filtering up through the ventilation ducts to the house above and to the swimming pool.
Pierre lasted about 3 minutes of this. As Sandi's cataclysmic orgasm wound down, he was slumped almost horizontally, dangling by the bikini wrapped around his neck, its golden shine tarnished by his bloody spittle. He seemed dead to the world, the only sign of life an occasional twitching of his fingers. Sandi slowly recovered her senses, the heaving of her magnificent breasts slowly subsiding as she brought her breathing under control. She looked down at the wreck of the man she had just destroyed, his still head now perched against her thigh, and felt a sense of something almost akin to love. She lowered him gently to the cold cement floor, and decided that she must have another round with him – the little man has certainly earned it...

She looked over at the two guards. They had retreated all the way to the wall, their faces pale with shock, a mask of unbelieving horror. She chuckled to herself. The light-haired one, Gadi, was cute - should make for a nice dessert after she was through here... She snapped her fingers at him.
"You, cutie - pictures."

He looked at her, uncomprehending, then almost jumped to action, scrambling to the nearby table to get the camera and then over to the seemingly-lifeless body sprawled on the floor. Sandy watched his lithe body as he circled the fallen Pierre, thinking how dumb she was, not taking him last night... Well, that mistake would be remedied today!

She looked over at the medics, standing at the medical section, looking shell-shocked. She motioned for them to come over, and they almost tripped over each other, running to do her bidding. "Get him fixed up," she ordered them curtly, motioning at Pierre, "I want him ready for another round in 30 minutes." They picked up the almost lifeless body, and scurried off with it towards the doctor, his legs dragging on the floor. The sulking Russian was seated at his corner, seemingly oblivious to everything, his inevitable cigarette in his yellowed fingers.

* * *
The two other witnesses to the scene of mayhem at the cellar were having their own reactions.

Up on the landing at the middle of the staircase, Lenny was crouching on his knees, breathing heavily, his hand holding his spent dick, a small, white puddle on the wooden floor, with splattered drops on the banister. Hunter wanted him to watch from the command center, but he had refused, arguing vehemently that for the insane amounts of money he was spending on this thing, he'd earned the right to watch this from close by. And, sure, hiding here on the landing, peeking between the heavy wood columns of the banister - yeah, it felt a little humiliating, but it was also the most exhilarating feeling he'd ever had, the most ALIVE he'd ever felt...! He KNEW that he should have felt sorry for the guy, this was beyond anything he had in mind when he came up with that idea; he remembered his words to Hunter: "I want your guy to beat the SHIT out of them, I want them HUMILIATED, I want those fuckers to shit their pants the next time they hear my name!" -
Well, he got all that - and so, SO much more! He thought about her smile - the Goddess' angelic, almost loving smile, playing on her beautiful face as her monstrous arms tightened the golden bikini around her victim's neck, her bulging thighs tightening around his head, grinding his face against her crotch. He had never asked for this, never knew he wanted this - but now there was nothing else he wanted in life. He wanted this woman, this terrifying goddess of destruction - he needed to have her!!

***
At his top floor command center, Hunter was sitting frozen in front of the main feed from the cellar. His mind was numb, unable to deal with the scene he had just witnessed. He had engineered it all, he had brought Sandi Stone on board, if anyone was to blame for it it was him. He had seen what that mega-muscled bombshell had done to a couple of tough fighters, and figured she would be a hit with his more-than-somewhat depraved boss. And he was right, of course - but that was hardly the point, was it? He watched the screen showing the staircase in the wine cellar, Lenny's face now showing between the columns, his mouth half-open, drool trickling down his chin as he watched the psychokiller below. Hunter grimaced, half-smiling. It was a good idea to put that camera there - he'd need this evidence of Lenny's presence, a bit of insurance for when the shit hits the legal fan... Because he now had no doubt: this thing was going to blow in his face, big time.
He needed to shut it down. Now.

As if on cue, the comm console to his right buzzed metallically.
"Viper 3 to control, come in control."
He picked up the microphone, pressed the speaker button.
"Viper 3 this is control, over."
Another buzz.
"Control this is Viper 3, got another one, repeat, got another one, over."

Hunter looked to the side, his eyes flicking over the 8 screens of the outside grid. Yeah, there they were - two of his guys, headsets on, pushing a heavy-set, pissed looking man with two cameras hanging from his neck, his hands behind his back as he stumbled out of the thin forest and closer to the villa's main entrance. Hunter's lips stretched wide in a wild, humorless grin. 'Yeah, time to start cutting my losses...' he thought.
He pressed the speaker button.
"Viper 3 - abort. Repeat: abort. Do NOT proceed into the premises. Do you copy?"

He saw his men stopping in their tracks, one of them pulling their captive back. They exchanged a few words between them, then:
"Control this is Viper 3, could you repeat that, please, over?"
"Viper 3 this is control. Abort. Kick the guest out and go back on patrol. Do not - I repeat, do NOT - apprehend any further guests. We're back on deterrence duty. Is that clear, Viper 3?"
The men exchanged some more words.
"Copy, control."
His partner broke in.
"Control this us Viper 4. We still get our bonus, right?" Then, after a second: "Over."

Hunter felt a flash of anger. We're still professionals, dammit! He answered curtly:
"Viper 4 this is an operational frequency, we'll discuss matters of money when you're back here." Yeah, he'll have to deal with this soon, but a bunch of hot-headed young bucks, fretting about the loss of a few hundred dollars, was the last item on his list of issues to fret about. Lenny was not going to like it, but him he could handle; Sandi, on the other hand - she seemed to really, REALLY like that thing that she was doing... deprived of the paparazzi she was promised - who was she going to go after, next, to get her kicks? And exactly who could stop her? Dammit, he was too old, maybe in his younger days... He guffawed out loud, thinking this. Yeah, there was no point in his long career in which he could stand up against Sandi Stone...! His fingers touched the Barretta in his shoulder holster. Yeah, he'd need some larger - MUCH larger - artillery.
He picked the microphone up. Call his 3rd team, have them stand down, yeah. Lenny DeCarlo's great paparazzi hunt was over.  Of course, the sexy psychopath still had two of them in her clutches, down in that cellar, and there was no telling what horrors she still had in store for them - but those poor schmucks were on their own. He was sure as hell NOT going to try and save them...

* * *

Sandi now turned her attention to Ramon. The Spaniard was lying in a heap on the floor, having passed out at the sight of his colleague's torture. Oren was crouched near him, rocking on his haunches, his now ghostly-white face held in his trembling hands. Sandi, amused, snapped her fingers under his nose, and he looked up, startled.
"Hey, hotshot, sleep on your own time," She snapped, "Get the meat ready, now! You don't want me bored and looking for things to do, do you?"
She almost laughed out loud as he sprang from his fetal position and started to shake her next victim awake.
She looked over to Gadi, who was leaning against the wall, a pool of his vomit slowly snaking its way down the side gutter. She leisurely went over, and grabbed his butt, enjoying its firmness. "So, loverboy," she said huskily, "you're not very tough, are you? What were you in the Israeli army, anyway? A cook or something?"

As shaken as he was, Gadi couldn't let this slur against his manhood go unchallenged. Wiping his mouth with his hand he straightened up, looking at her sullenly.
"I was naval commando, ma'am, a frog man. I don't..."
 "Oooh, a frog man!" She cut him off, her body now crashing him against the wall, her hard nipples drilling into his chest, and her right hand now exploring the inside of his pants. "Trained to spend hours under water, conducting delicate operations..." Her hand was now roughly massaging his large erection, and her full, pouting lips were brushing against his neck.
"So, maybe you DID enjoy my little show, mmm...?"
Gadi clenched his teeth, making an almost inhuman effort not to come; he somehow knew she would not like that. He finally managed to speak, stuttering: "Yeah, OK... I... I just doaaargh!" He cried out in pain, as her fingers suddenly grabbed his balls and squeezed them cruelly. She broke away from him and spoke, her voice now brisk and business-like. "We're going to have a little break after this. Tell Hunter to put you off duty – you'll be with me. I'll be putting you to work, have some things planned for you."
She turned to walk away, then stopped and gave him a cold look: "one thing – if I smell those filthy cigarettes on your breath, I'll feed you your own dick." At that she turned and walked over to her waiting victim.

* * *
Ramon, revived, was watching her as she walked towards him. He now knew he had no hope, and a resolution was building up inside him to at least go out with some honor. He used to be a war photographer – by the time he was 26 he had covered 8 wars, ranging as far as Chechnya, Kosovo, Gaza and Nigeria. He got out of it at the behest of his then-girlfriend, who couldn't stand the constant fear for his life... Who could have guessed that he would find his death – and such a brutal one, at that – covering fucking Lenny DeCarlo? He still kept in good shape, he was pretty big, and though he hadn't done it in a long while, he knew he could still throw a mean punch. Not the body – the monstrous girl seemed to be covered with steel plates! – but, maybe if he could throw a quick one to her face, stun her just long enough for him to make a run for the stairs... He had no doubt the guards will put on a show of trying to catch him – but he has seen them during Pierre's torture, and he felt that had they not been so terrified of the monstrous woman they would have shot her to stop the horror.

Sandy saw the man's body tense, as he pretended to slump back against the wall, and knew he was going to try something. She was hoping he knew some krav maga or something – might make it a bit interesting. She was going to use the direct approach on him, a good ol' straightforward beating, and she was hoping he could last a while. She wanted to impress her audience – she had noticed the way Lenny, from his perch up the staircase, had exploded in a white, gooey mess at least twice during her session with Pierre. She didn't give a shit about her employer - but his unbridled lust amused her... And, of course, there was Gadi, who she had plans for, later; and, of course, up in his "command center", probably watching with ever-growing horror - Hunter. Oh, yes - she had pretty big plans for Hunter!

She sauntered forward, stopping in front of the wide-shouldered Spaniard, and said amiably: "On your feet, Banderas! Your turn for some fun and games!"
The man straightened up slowly, and then, with a burst of speed that impressed the young amazon, he lunged at her, hitting her jaw with a surprisingly powerful left hook. She took the hit leisurely, letting her head roll with it a little, but not bothering to even blink as most of its force connected. He very wisely didn't try to follow up, but rather kept his momentum and tried to head for the stairs. Sandi nodded approvingly – the man was strong, fast, and he had good instincts; This day was starting to shape up as perhaps the best of her young life! As he tried to navigate around her massive hulk, she hit him at the small of his back with a lightning fast jab; he screamed in pain and fell to his knees, and Sandi went to work on him.

She first smashed him in the face with her left fist. The man flew back and hit the floor hard.  Blood was freely flowing from his face. The Amazon lifted him partially up and drove her granite thigh into the side of his head. Ramon screamed in agony and crashed into the wall, hard. Sandi picked him up by his neck, and, holding up his 190 pounds without any effort, she started to work him over. At this stage she was mainly going for pain – short, powerful jabs, at his stomach, back, chest, arms and face, slowly covering his whole body with black and blue bruises. He stopped trying to resist after a few minutes, and in another two it was only Sandi's humongous left arm that was keeping him up, as his will to fight was completely broken. Satisfied that the preliminary part was done, Sandi really went to work. With two powerful punches she broke several of the man's ribs. As Ramon gurgled in agony, the muscle girl picked him up by his neck again. Then, as easily as if it was a kitten and not a full-grown man she was holding, she lifted him up and then turned him round in midair. She let him go, and then, quick as a cat, grabbed him from behind before he could fall down, and applied a full nelson. She chuckled, saying: "Now you're going to feel some real pain, baby.  Let's see if you're MAN enough to take it."  He could feel her big bust against his back.  Her nipples felt like diamonds against him.  The muscular girl began to pressure the hold, pushing Ramon's head down and pulling his shoulders back. "Uurrghh!  Aaugghhh!"  He cried as pain engulfed him.  Sandi increased the compression of the hold. "Ohhhh Gooddd!"  Ramon screamed.  "Oh, yeah!"  Sandi said.  "Let me hear some more!"  She then increased the power again.  Ramon cried out in renewed agony.  It felt like the girl was tearing him apart.  "Please... Please... Stop!"  He begged.  "No way, baby."  She answered, smiling sadistically. She then increased the pressure AGAIN.  Ramon whimpered fitfully and then finally, mercifully, lapsed into unconsciousness.  Sandi dropped the man to the floor and looked him over. He was bleeding from numerous cuts all over his body, his nose was broken, both his eyes were blackened, and all his body was covered with dark, purple bruises. He has not proven to be as durable as she had hoped, but it was fun enough, and she had some really nice ideas for the next round... She motioned for the burly medics to come over, and told them: "you know the drill – 20 minutes!"
She turned back to Pierre, who was by now propped up against the wall, nearby, breathing painfully and laboriously, his neck a mess of black and purple bruises, but alive.
As she walked over to him, she glanced up at Lenny, up at the head of the staircase. He was still crouching, his whole body covered in sweat, his eyes glazed and crossed as his hand was pumping his shaft furiously. "Nice going, boss," She thought, amused, "you spank the hell out of that little baby carrot - I'm probably gonna tear it off befor I'm done here!"

As she towered over Pierre, she asked him, smiling: "Hi, lover. You ready for some more?"

He slowly looked up at her, his eyes dead, and then he screamed. And screamed.

***

The group around the swimming pool was quiet, listening to the distant cries and gurgles that were coming up from the cellar. Lucas, who considered himself something of a comic, finally spoke up, trying to break the tension: "Hey, I sure hope Lenny made sure we have lots of red meat at lunch, because that girl sure sounds like she's hungry!"
Nobody laughed. Two of the girls were sobbing, quietly, but the guys were too much in shock themselves to do any macho comforting. Daisy was white-faced and trembling. She finally managed to ask, her voice low and quivering: "What the hell is she doing to them? I never thought it was going to be something like this...".
Ethan scratched his stubble with a giant paw, squinting.
"Yeah, well... they've been warned, right? Lenny always talks about them in interviews, how they're worst than rapists, right? Invading people's privacy and stuff..."
Nobody answered. After a moment Kevin spoke up.
"I don't think she's even human, you know. When she told me to... well, before..." He broke off, fell silent again, his eyes fixed on the water.
Lucas glanced at him, his mouth twitching.
"Fuck, man, human or not, you had the hardest hard-on of your life, like, one word and..."
Toby threw his pack of cigarettes at him.
"Shut the fuck up, bro! We didn't KNOW, OK? Like, she's crazy hot, we just didn't know HOW crazy!"
Kevin, his eyes still on the water, nodded.
"Yeah, well, I know, now - would still sell my soul to fuck her."

Daisy jumped out of her deck chair, her face scrunched up in disgust.
"You're fucking morons, all of you!"
She grabbed her towel, flung it over her bony shoulders and shook her head.
"Fuck this shit. You can stay here and jerk off over that muscle freak all you want - I'm going to eat."
As she strode purposefully towards the glass doors of the villa, she glanced at the wooden side door that led down to the wine cellar. Yeah, Lenny's friends were a bunch of disgusting losers, but they got that right. She had spent almost half an hour, earlier that day, rubbing suntan lotion and massaging Sandi's incredible body, feeling those steely muscles under the silk-smooth skin, put her hands under the cascading blonde locks, felt the power in that incredible, out-of-this-world body. She felt the moist warmth spreading in her most private region... and she knew: if Sandi calls, she will go.