A Night of Terror By San Kirkpatrick Picard Part One There was something about that girl that had been eye fucking me all night. The club was starting to empty. I had had one drink too many. It was probably time to call an Uber. But that girl. Her tight leather top didn't quite match her innocent face. She didn't show much skin, but nothing could hide the fact that under that jacket and dress she was tight. Then she approached me. She draped her arms over my shoulders. "Hello big boy," Her lips stroked my ear as she spoke. She gave my biceps a squeeze as she said it. It was quite a squeeze too. There was a bit of strength in those hands. Maybe she was a gymnast. I loved my biceps. They had to be my best feature. A close second were my pecs. I hated my height. It's probably why I worked out so hard. My shoulders and arms were bigger than anyone else in this room. But I was probably the shortest guy here. She was a lot taller than I was. It had to be six inches. Which incidentally measured something else right now as well. I was hard. I always was around any girl that showed me any attention at all. I tried to stay that little bit apart, embarrassed, but she rubbed up to me. She looked down and grinned. A new song started, and she gently rubbed against my cock every chance she got. I wasn't sure what move to make next, but before I could gather my thoughts through a cloudy haze of booze, I heard her voice. "Let's take this somewhere else," she whispered in my ear. "Ok,' I said. That word left my mouth before I even had a chance to think. She held my hand and lead me out the club. Good thing too because I don't think I was sober enough to find my way out. Before I knew it, we were in a cab. The silence suddenly hit me as soon as the door of the cab slammed. The ringing in my ear started. The girl pulled me towards her and I rested my head on her shoulder. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. She woke me what felt like seconds later. I felt myself sobering up. I looked up at the gorgeous brunette and there was something in her eyes that was kind of unsettling. It was unnerving. What was it about this girl? "Cab's 40 bucks," she said. "You got 20?" I felt for my wallet. I suddenly panicked. I couldn't feel it inside my jacket. She grinned and pulled it out from under her short dress between her legs. I suddenly had a good look at those legs. There were muscles on top of muscles on those legs. Not gymnastics. This girl worked out and worked out hard. "Give me my fucking wallet bitch," I suddenly blurted out. What the fuck was wrong with this girl? "Ease up big boy. I was just playing. Just come up with me. We'll play, fuck and never see each other again. Let's just be clear what this is." "I said give me my fucking wallet." I tried to snatch it out of her hand, but she held it tight. I couldn't get it off her. I was so angry that it didn't occur to me that this was a sign she was so much stronger than I was. "Get out, both of you,' The cab driver suddenly shouted. The girl looked at me like death. She yanked the wallet out of my grip and opened it. She pulled out two 10s and handed it to the cab driver with her own 20. "Come up with me now." She demanded. It sounded like a command. I really didn't like it. Fuck her. She's not pushing me around. Nobody does. "Get the fuck out you fucking psycho, I'm going home." I growled back. "Let's try this again boy," she sneered. She opened the door of the cab and started getting out. She took my hand to lead me out of the cab. I didn't move. She turned around and raised her eyebrows. She stared at me, a subtle smirk on her face. Her grip tightened. And tightened. And tightened. "Ow ow ow OW OW OW,' I cried. She tightened he grip even harder but didn't say a word. Those piercing blue eyes just stared me down.' "Let go of me bitch," She was about to break my hand. It wasn't until later that I clearly understood what she did to get me out. I didn't get it at the time. She could have easily pulled me out of the cab, but she didn't. She didn't pick me up to break my hand, she'd picked me up to break me. She was getting me out of that cab, but I would have to obey her. I leapt out of the cab and her grip relaxed. "That's one girl you got there son," the cab driver chuckled and he pulled away. It was then that I was suddenly afraid. I was alone. Nobody knew where I was. The street was dark, and I'd slept through most of the trip here. I didn't even know where here was. The cab driver thought we were a couple. He didn't even know I didn't want to be here. "Relax boy." Her voice suddenly woke me from my thoughts. "Just do what I say, and you'll come out of this in one piece." She rubbed her hands over my arms and pecs. "You know, I reckon you were the strongest guy in the club tonight. They're not guns they are cannons," she chuckled, gripping my arms. "This is my place. Let's head up." With what seemed like no other option, I followed her up her path and into her house. I was sobering up. She lead me through a tidy house and into a sparsely furnished bedroom with just a bed on a carpeted floor and a couple of side tables. On the side table was something that explained quite a lot. A set of Captains of Crush grippers were sitting on the side table. "I guess they're the reason you nearly broke my hand?" I asked. "Huh?" The girl seemed distracted. "Oh, yeh. She followed my gaze to the table and spotted the grippers. She casually squeezed them together a couple of times and tossed them over to me. I gave them a squeeze, but they didn't even budge. She watched me curiously. "Try two hands." She suggested. "It's all good." I replied. I wasn't up for embarrassing myself in front of her. Her gaze darkened. "Let's get something straight here boy?" She unzipped her leather jacket and yanked it to the floor. My blood suddenly ran cold. What it was about this girl all came together. That jacket was hiding the most ripped body I had ever seen on a woman. Her breasts were totally out of proportion to the frame as well. Her jacket had been crushing her tits in. Now that I thought about it her chest had made an odd shape under the jacket. Now that they were free, they were huge. They spilled from her skin tight dress. Her arms were certainly smaller than mine, but her rocks of biceps were hanging off her loose arms. She towered over me. "Right," she poked me in the chest. I was startled by how painful the poke was. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. You do it right away. You don't question. You do it. If you don't, I beat you. Now, use two hands." My blood went from cold to boiling in a single heartbeat. There was no way this bitch could beat me, no matter how ripped she was. But there was something about her. I slowly put my hands together and strained. The gripper moved a bit, but I couldn't get them together. She smirked. That smirk was getting old. I wanted to slap it off her face. She reached out for the grippers. She stood over me again and my head was confronted with her tits in my face. She held the back of my head in one hand and the grippers in the other. "She pulled my chin onto her cleavage." "I'm going " - clack - "to have fun" - clack - "with you" - clack. I stared up at those powerful hands, wondering if maybe I would have been better in the cab with a broken hand and a bruised ego. I looked up at the girl. "What's your name?" Is all I could ask. "Katie," she answered bluntly. She didn't ask me mine, but I mumbled back "Michael" anyway. Her breasts were almost level with my eyes. I suddenly felt bold. She wanted me to be forward. I could smell it from her. I cupped her breast and rubbed it over. "How big is this thing?" I couldn't hide my genuine curiosity. "28DD You know what that is?" I shook my head. "I've heard of DD but I dunno what it means." Women's fashion was not my area of expertise. "Yeh, actually these girls are what got me working out. These girls were monsters when I was at school. Working out is the only thing that keeps them under control but now they just won't get any smaller." My dick had never been so hard in my life. It was painful. I couldn't believe I was with this girl. I know she was still talking, but I zoned out. All I could think about was getting her to jack me off and calm me down. "Hello? You ok there?" "Yeh, sorry," I mumbled. I started rubbing her arms. I had to take control of the situation. I had to bring this bitch down to earth. "What do you want to do big boy?" I tensed again at the name. "You don't like It when I call you that do you?" "It makes me want to slap you. And that smirk you've had on all night. I want to slap it off your face." I expected this to anger her, but she totally ignored the reply. She put her hands down my pants. She rubbed her hands up and down my shaft. "Huh. Kinda average. Kinda disappointing. Too bad this muscle isn't like those muscles.' She squeezed my arms. I was ready to snap. I've honestly never hit a woman before, but she knew how to push my buttons. "Let's armwrestle," she said, pulling her hands from my pants. "Ever played strip armwrestling?" I was so stunned all I could do was shake my head. This situation was surreal, but this was my chance to bring this bitch down to earth. I'd never lost an armwrestle before. "It's easy. Left hand, then right hand. Then you use two hands." Each time you lose, you take off an item of clothing." "Or you." I pointed out. She ignored the reply. She went down on her knees and pulled across a side table from beside the bed. She cupped her tits and rested them on the table. They really were huge. She looked at me and gave a cheeky smile. She rested her elbow out and held her hand out. "You're only wearing a dress," I said, breaking the silence. "So?" She seemed genuinely puzzled. "If you lose you won't be wearing any clothes, unless you are wearing panties." "Oh, it doesn't matter. I won't lose," "So we both use two hands after left and right." "No, just you." "You serious?" "Uh huh. Too much talk big boy. C'mon. Quick games a good game." I got down on one knee and put out my arm. My arm dwarfed hers. This bitch was crazy. I was actually pretty good at armwrestling. I knew a few moves. It wasn't just about strength. A lot comes down to technique and form. I flinched when she took my hand, remembering when she nearly broke it. "three - two - one," she counted. A baseball sized ball of rock burst from her arm as she flexed. It shocked me for a moment, but I caught the veins popping out from my own arm and felt confident. I slowly pushed her arm down. She looked pissed. She stared hard at her hand lowering towards the table in disbelief, the back of her hand soon hovering above the timber. The look on her face was worth more than any bitch slap could pay for. "Fuck you bitch," I sneered. I leant over, grounded my foot, leaned and through all my weight behind my arm. Nothing. She looked up. "Nah, just fucking with you." It wasn't possible that that bicep could get any bigger but her arms were so ripped it wasn't even clear she hadn't been using all her strength. Her hand gripped mine and she flung my arm over in less than a second. My hand slammed into the table with a loud thud. "Arh," I groaned. "Quick games a good game. Take off your pants. Quick." She commanded sweetly. I didn't move "Hurry the fuck up big boy, before I beat the shit out of you," she growled. "Pants off in 5 - 4 ? 3 - " Was this bitch seriously counting me? I stared her down. This was not happening. Armwrestling. Hand grips. Gimmicks. Just try me in a fight bitch. Just try. "Please let me get to zero." She stared back at me. "Mummy is counting down. Pants off boy." I didn't move. "two - one ? " She stood up. Her face was deadpan. She stretched out and I noticed muscles ripple through her dress. She pulled her dress off over her head. I was speechless. She stood there, just panties and a bra. Her massive tits were firm but tender, her lips were soft, but there wasn't a single other inch that wasn't chiselled from God knows how many reps at the gym. I'd seen guys at the gym who were shredded and guys who were toned, but Katie was something else. She wasn't big. She was hard but graceful. Balls of thick muscle rolled and slipped under her skin as she came towards me. In that moment I was truly terrified. "Maybe I just?" I started. "Too late big boy. You said you wanted to hit me. Now hit me. As hard as you fucking can." That was unexpected. And it was my pleasure. All my years of boxing training. Never picked it for this moment. At the last moment I hesitated. I was thinking of hitting her right in that smirking mouth, but an image of her doubled over, on one her knees, gasping for breath flashed before my eyes. Maybe I'd get her to suck me off while I was down there. I slammed my fist into her stomach and my fist went numb. I looked up. Her face hadn't changed. She hadn't budged. Or flinched. "Again." She said. I threw another punch. It hit solid muscle. My hand hurt. My knuckles were red. "Again." Said she I hesitated. She flinched her arm and in terror I slammed a third punch with all my might into her stone abs. "I didn't tell you to stop big boy," and that smirk came across her face again. "I'm done," I said, with all the courage I could. "No you're not. You owe me punches. And we haven't finished armwrestling." "I said I'm done." "You're done when I'm done." "Fuck you." "Hit me." Fuck it what the hell. I hit her, but not as hard. My knuckles were sore already. "Oh big boy, what the fuck was that? This is how you hit. With those words, I rightly dreaded what was coming next. I never saw the hand coming that slammed across my face. My vision blurred and I felt sick. It was a peaceful feeling, knowing that this bitch was done with me, but little did I know, this terror was only just beginning.