a powerful neighbour (part 1) by Boudicca Tom and Darren get more than they bargain for when they meet Sam. Tom and Darren had been flatting together for about three months when they first decided to approach their stunning neighbour. They figured she'd have been in her early twenties and might consider herself too old for either of her nineteen year old neighbours, but Tom and Darren had decided they had nothing to lose by trying. They had always been as friendly as they could whenever they spotted her returning home from work or, what appeared to be the gym, considering her attire on some occasions when she returned to her apartment. She lived two doors from Tom and Darren's own apartment. She must have had a good job, they deduced, since she seemed to live alone. Tom and Darren knew they could never afford to live, where they did, without a flatmate to share expenses with. Both lads had gone to some effort in their conspiracy to meet her. The day before they were to initiate their plan, however, they were surprised to find her outside her apartment door, just as the boys were leaving their own apartment to go to the local pub. When she looked up from her jangling keys and spotted the two boys staring at her intently she smiled warmly and nodded. Tom and Darren's hearts fluttered and their libidos did wondrous tricks with their imaginations. Both boys almost jumped when she looked at them again and asked " Would you two like to come in for a coffee or something ?" To Tom and Darren's way of thinking, it was a stupid question, wild horses couldn't have stopped them. She introduced herself as Samantha, or Sam as everyone called her. Tom and Darren quickly introduced themselves and she shook both their hands before letting them in before she made her way to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Sam then excused herself as she said she wanted to put her stuff away and change. Both Tom and Darren prepared the coffee as soon as the kettle boiled and they were both standing at the table when Sam walked back into the room a short time later. Both boys nearly spilt their coffees when they saw her walk in. Sam was wearing a tiny pair of shorts which revealed her long, smooth and shapely legs. Just as noticeable, however, was the muscularity of her legs. They appeared both shapely and powerful. The boys had to force their eyes to rise to see her brief, tight, bikini- style top. Her boobs were rounded and firm, but the boys bearly noticed them above the smooth, rippling abdominals which were all too apparent between her shorts and top. Neither Tom nor Darren could say a word as Sam approached them. Her shoulders also caught the boys' attention. They were rounded and firm and their definition quite pronounced, as were the muscles of her arms. When she reached the table over which the boys stood holding their coffees, Sam stopped and looked to each of the boys in turn. She smiled at each of them. They, in turn, remained mesmerised and speechless, able only to smile lamely in response. The silent pause might have lasted forever if Tom or Darren had been expected to offer any realistic and comprehensible communication. Sam suddenly said, catching both Tom and Darren by surprise, " Now I hope you don't mind me imposing on you two, now that I have you here ?" Tom slowly turned to Darren who, simaltaneously looked to Tom. Both eventually shrugged as they turned back to Sam, but, before they could answer, Sam added " Fact is, of course, I'm not giving you a choice." Tom and Darren stood there like stunned mullets. They had no idea what they had gotten themselves into. They were even less prepared for Sam's next ultimatum. " I want both of you to get your gear off " and Sam stated so with little emotion, as if she were asking the time of day. Tom and Darren's jaws dropped to their chests while their unsteady hold on their coffees caused them to put the mugs on the table before they spilt them. " Now !" Sam snarled. Both boys almost jumped with fright at the conviction with which she made her demand, but neither of them appeared capable of doing anything, much less stripping off because their beautiful neighbour had ordered them to do it. Sam edged around the table, closer to Darren and growled " I won't ask you twice " before she stopped by his side. Darren appeared both confused and frightened and remained motionless, hoping it was all some bad joke. His eyes twisted to view his friend. " I'm losing my patience " Sam hissed into Darren's ear. " But..." Darren tried to argue when he found the presence of mind and the courage to do so, but the moment he opened his mouth, Sam's closest hand flew up and grabbed his collar. Darren's voice was immediately constricted as he began to choke in response to the pressure she applied as she screwed up his collar in her clenched fist. His eyes bulged and wavered as he realised his entire body was suddenly rising off the floor. He could scarcely believe she was lifting him with one hand. Impulsively, Darren's hands rose to grab her wrist as her powerful hold began to effectively strangle and hurt him. " Didn't I say " she urged while holding his face just above her own " I won't tell you twice ?" Darren was left with no doubt about Sam's intent. It was not a question, but a threat. Without warning she released her hold. As Darren kicked out for the floor, he felt one of her legs swing across beneath him, sweeping his legs away from under him as he fell. As a result, Darren came crashing to the floor on his arse beside her. He remained seated and stunned and very distressed. After a moment, his head fell back and he peered up at the young woman beside him. She appeared absolutely awesome from his position on the floor directly at her feet. Her thighs, right before his eyes, suddenly appeared massive and provocative. It took him a moment to realise she had her hands on her hips and was staring very threateningly down at his vulnerable form. " If I don't start to see those buttons getting undone right now, I'll crush you to fucking death." For a moment, Darren seemed unable to comprehend her words, then, as she started to bend down toward him, his hands flew up to his chest and he started fumbling with his shirt buttons. The moment Darren began to do as he was told, Sam's head swung about and she looked to Tom. Tom looked, to all intents and purposes, like a living statue. Only his eyes moved and they simply wobbled uselessly in their sockets. Tom's jaw remained down near his chest. For an instant, he remained absolutely motionless. Finally, Sam's savage gaze seemed to offer him good cause to start unbuttoning his shirt and Tom began to do so. Sam awaited with some patience as the two boys in her company tried to undo their buttons with unsteady hands and fingers. Darren seemed to be going painfully slowly and Sam bent down and whispered in his ear, " you're taking too much time." Darren jumped the moment he felt her breath next to his ear and he hesitated for a moment as she spoke. That actually seemed to provoke her more and Darren flinched when he felt her hands hook underneath his armpits. Without another word, Sam lifted him into the air and placed him on his feet. She then grabbed a hand full of hair on the back of his head and twisted his head back sharply as she brought her face close to his and advised " chop, chop, boy, before I lose my temper." Darren only caught a fleeting glimpse of Tom as his friend slowly made his way around the table behind Sam. Tom was just in the process of raising his arms ready to grab Sam from behind when she let go of Darren's hair and swung about to meet Tom. Her punch was so swift, Tom still had his arms up ready to grab her when Sam's fist landed in his belly with a sickening thud. Air hissed out of his lungs in a broadening spray. Tom uttered a quizzy groan as he curled over defencelessly. Sam's left hand then grabbed his loose shirt at the shoulder and she drew it up in one powerful action. Tom had not even begun to recover from her first devastating punch when she hit him in the belly again. He would have immediately collapsed, but her left arm held him partially upright, despite his rubbery knees. Sam hit him a third time and let him go. Tom collapsed in a heaving mass on the floor at her feet. He rolled around the floor gasping unsuccessfully for air while curled into a foetal lump of windless pain. Darren had been unable to continue unbuttoning his shirt as he became distracted by his friend's complete demolition. Darren's eyes were still staring down at his battered companion when Sam's open hand clouted him across the back of the head. " Who said you could stop ?" he heard her ask as he tried to recover from the shock of her blow. Darren simply ripped his shirt off and the last two buttons bounced across the floor near his feet. He quickly undid his belt buckle and began to pull his jeans down. Once they reached his knees he began to hop about awkwardly as he tried to get them off. He eventually sat on the floor and kicked his shoes off before yanking his jeans completely off. " Socks " Sam demanded. Darren looked up quickly and then peeled off his socks. " Now undress your drivelling, snivelling little mate." Darren looked over to Tom's prostrate body and noticed he had, at least, begun to find some air again, but he was still curled into a useless ball of beaten flesh. Fearing any further damage to himself or his flatmate, Darren quickly crawled over to Tom and extracted his loose shirt. Tom flinched suddenly when he felt someone grab him. His eyes were slow to unwind from the back of his head to allow him to discover that it was his mate undressing him. Behind Darren, Tom could see Sam with her hands on her hips while her foot tapped lightly at the floor. Tom simply allowed his flatmate to loosen his belt and pull off his shoes before Darren dragged his jeans completely off. Then he took off his friend's socks before looking back up to Sam. " Either of you got something to hide ?" Sam asked when Darren appeared to believe he had done what he'd been told to do. Sam's continuing gaze convinced Darren all was not well. He glanced back to Tom who, in turn, glanced at him. Darren looked back to Sam, uncertainly, and then it slowly dawned on him that she meant their underpants. To be certain, Darren slowly brought his eyes down to his crutch before looking, just as slowly, back to Sam. " I want you to do it while you're standing " Sam elaborated further. Darren pushed himself labouriously onto his feet. As he began to rise, Sam glared at Tom and commanded " both of you !" Tom tried to rise too quickly and nearly collapsed again, before he managed to rise unsteadily with Darren's extended hand to help him. Both boys then leant forward and slowly pulled their underpants down. In doing so, they vainly tried to cover their private masculinity with their stooped upper torsos. As each kicked their undies to one side, they showed some real embarrassment at having to stand upright again. Each desperately wanted to cover their crutches with their hands, but had clearly deduced that that would not be to Sam's liking. Once they were standing there in front of her and completely exposed, neither boy had ever felt so utterly humiliated and vulnerable in their lives. The young woman's eyes slowly and very deliberately viewed them from head to toe. " Tsh, tsh " Sam uttered as she shook her head slowly before adding " Absolutely pitiful, truly pitiful." When her eyes rose to meet the boys' eyes she said " Now you know what it feels like." Neither boy understood what she meant and their uncertain glance toward one another caused Sam to add " Every time you look at me, and I don't doubt any other woman you take a pathetic fancy to, you strip me naked. You dream your silly dreams and you probably wank yourselves silly when you imagine whatever you can in your poxy, fucked-out heads. Woeful, you are simply woeful." Sam seemed to hesitate as her head began to shake slowly again and her eyes drifted away to one side. When she turned to look at them again, they almost appeared relieved, as if they had already endured sufficient humiliation to be set free again. Their features, however, began to undergo some further uncertainty as Sam continued to stare at them silently. She very purposefully looked down at their exposed genitals again before she said, without raising her eyes. " Christ, my 11 year old brother has a bigger donk than the two of you put together." She raised her eyes again suddenly and advised, " OK, now it's time you learnt your lesson." As she moved away toward the corner of the room, Darren's resultant " Jesus !", which he exclaimed quietly but impulsively, caused Sam to stop in her tracks and she turned back and walked toward him. Darren's intitial reaction was to turn tail and run for his life, but he could not move as he watched her approach. Sam came to stand almost on top of him and she allowed her face to move forward so that it almost touched his face as she asked " What was that you just said ?" Darren could not bring himself to say a word and he almost jumped when her unsighted hand curled around his balls and cock. He felt her hand hold him firmly, but she applied no further pressure as she advised " I could, if I chose to do so, make you squeal, very loud." Darren, in desperation, nodded eagerly, hoping his agreement might win him a reprieve. Her hand tightened for a moment and Darren almost collapsed with anticipation at what might occur, but her contracting hand stopped short of crushing them, once she knew she had him firmly grasped and he'd been left with no illusions about who was in control. She warned, as she continued to hold him, " You will speak, only when I say you can. Understood ?" Darren nodded again. For a moment more, Sam's face remained a breath away from Darren's and her hold on his genitalia remained firmly in place until she suddenly let go and moved back. Darren sighed, but, as he did so, he was caught completely off-guard as Sam suddenly leant forward and lifted him into her cradling arms. " Now come with me " she said as she turned to walk back across the room. Darren had been caught so completely by surprise and, she had scooped him off the floor so easily and with such speed and power, he found himself carted along like a rag doll as he allowed himself to go completely limp. As he lay defencelessly in her strong arms, Darren began to feel even more vulnerable when the combination of her complete dominance over him and her taught and firm body against his own naked body, caused his rebellious cock to begin to firm. The more he tried to control it, the harder his cock became. The moment Sam noticed it, Darren almost retracted into a ball of fear at what her reaction might be. " Good God ! " she exclaimed, " you call that a hard-on ? You disgusting little boy." With those words, Sam raised his body into the air and over her head before she threw his body behind her. Darren was utterly mortified as he felt the beautiful young lady exhibit strength he knew he could never match and his flailing arms and legs only caused his subsequent fall to be all the more painful. He was still struggling uselessly in mid air when he crashed onto the floor behind her. He hurt his arms and legs and was still slightly winded when he managed to get to his hands and knees. His head still hung down between his arms toward the floor, when Sam's foot crashed into his side. Tom cringed at the sheer power of her kick as he saw his friend's body actually rise off the floor before it crashed back again and tumbled across the room to land at Tom's feet. Tom's eyes watched incredulously as his friend's body came to a halt directly in front of him. Tom continued to stare at Darren's body as he heard his friend sob and moan after Sam had kicked him across the room. But instinct caused Tom to look up again to see what Sam was doing. She was looking to Tom and, the moment she caught his attention, she raised her hand and then called him to her with her beckoning index finger. Tom duelly stepped over his fallen flatmate and made his way to Sam. " Please " he begged and was consequently clouted across the top of the head with her open hand. His eyes wobbled and his ears rang from the force of the open handed blow. Tears had begun to collect around the edges of his eyes when he looked to her, as if to ask, what he had done to deserve her anger. " Did I say you could speak ?" she snarled contemptibly. The corners of Tom's lips began to shudder as he tried to hold back his tears while he simaltaneously shook his head to acknowledge that she had not told him he could speak. " Then don't, little boy " she added. Tom's shoulders had become stooped and his demeanour personified one of complete defeat as he failed to hold back the tears and he began to sob quietly before her. " Poor little baby " Sam scorned as she raised her arms and drew him to her. Tom allowed her to draw him against her body while his head fell softly onto her awaiting shoulder as he continued to allow the tears to flow. He felt her gently move him back again and she looked into his eyes. Tom could not tell whether her expression was one of sympathy or contempt. She smiled, then whispered " On your knees, poor little thing." Tom did not know what she wanted, but, very unsteadily, lowered himself down onto his knees. When he found himself before her, he attempted to tilt his head back to look up to her, but, just as he tried to do so, her hand slowly forced his head down and forward. Before Tom could consider what she was doing, he found his head locked between her thighs. At first he felt only the soft, velvet touch of her skin and the underlying firmness just below. Suddenly her thighs tightened and Tom groaned and instinctively grabbed at her upper legs with his hands. The moment his hands grabbed at her thighs he realised how extraordinarily large and powerful they felt. The pressure seemed to increase impossibly, so much so, Tom thought she might possess the strength to crush his skull. He fought and pulled and even attempted to slap at her thighs, but her sheer power totally overwhelmed him and he began to feel faint. His futile struggles began to ebb and the moment his hands fell away, Sam released her awesome grip. Tom collapsed onto his hands and knees while his head dangled limply toward the floor. His face felt like fire and his ears hummed and rang, while his head seemed to throb like a pumping heart. There was absolutely nothing he could do when he felt one of her hands lock around his wrist and she yanked him up off the floor. He could hardly have stood of his own accord and simply felt himself awkwardly raised like a rag doll. Sam's one-handed grip on his wrist rose above her head, holding his arm in the air and Tom along with it. He virtually dangled there as his head lolled uselessly as he tried to focus his eyes on her, even through his tears. Before he could consider what she was going to do, her unsighted, free hand slammed into his soft, unprotected belly again and his whole body swayed as his feet left the ground with the impact of the blow. Winded again, and gasping, Tom was unable to curl into a ball because her outstretched arm continued to hold his wrist so that he dangled in mid air. Instinctively, his knees rose up in an attempt to help him regain his breath. Tom's eyes were shut tight and he felt sick with pain and fear as he felt himself supported in mid air by the young woman's one hand. Her strength, he realised, was so superior to his own, he knew he was absolutely defenceless. He felt so utterly helpless, he allowed himself to just dangle uselessly in her iron-like grip. Suddenly his eyes opened in amazement and saw, beyond the watery glaze, the room spin. His mind could bearly cope with what she had done before he realised she had him locked against her body. Only when his back slammed into her upper torso did he realise she had, somehow, managed to spin him with her one handed hold. At the same time she threw out her other arm, which quickly wound around his stomach, as she caught a hold of his weight and pulled his body hard against her own. He'd no sooner begun to realise what had happened when he felt her other arm envelop his body as well. Sam locked her hands onto her opposing wrists and Tom felt her apply pressure as she squeezed his body into hers. With incredible strength, she began to squeeze him as if he were in some mechanical press. Tom's legs were high off the floor and kicked uselessly in the air as she continued to apply more and more pressure. The pain and suffocation began to cause him to become claustrophobic as he realised her strength was simply going to crush him to death. He tried to cry out for release, but he had no breath to utilise in his own defence and a useless whisp of air hissed through his lips. Sam then began to release and tighten, release and tighten, her hold around him, and each time she did, Tom's body was slammed into her and the pressure around his waist caused him to begin to black out. Once Sam saw his arms and legs begin to wallow uncontrollably through the air with the punishment she was applying, she changed her grip and locked one arm down and around his arse as her hand came up between his thighs and her other arm came up to wrap around his throat and shoulder. Tom was bearly conscious as she then lifted him up and over her head before hurling him across the room to land painfully on top of Darren's body. Darren had begun to recover from her kick when Tom's body crashed over him. Both boys' bodies were winded and bruised by their uncontrolled impact against one another. They groaned and clambered as they attempted to untangle their limbs and get away from each other. They knew they had to untangle their bodies in order to gain enough space to regather themselves. Neither was prepared when they saw Sam lean over them. Each tried to cringe away as they saw her kneel down between them. " Poor little boys, they must feel so helpless. Big strong girl's too much for them, isn't she?" Both boys were too fearful to answer, neither wanted to incur her wrath again. They simply felt that they couldn't take anymore punishment. " My poor little boys, come to the strong girl then " she said as she drew closer to each of the boys. Tom and Darren simply lay there haplessly as Sam put an arm around each of the boys and pulled their limp bodies up against her own firm body. Each of the boys found themselves hard against her sides, with their upper torsos squeezed against each of Sam's sides. Sam held each of them tightly in one of her enveloping arms. Tom's unsteady neck could bearly hold his head erect and he allowed it to ease against her shoulder. Compulsively and quite mindlessly, his inner hand and arm rose gently to hold her around the neck to steady himself. Darren, feeling absolutely helpless, found himself in a similar position as Sam slowly rose to her feet, lifting a boy in each arm as she did so. The two flatmates felt utterly and completely devastated as they found Sam carrying them both about the room, one in each arm as they lolled helplessly at her sides. Their feet dangled uselessly off the floor as she paraded about with their limp bodies as if she were demonstrating her superiority. Each of the boys began to flop like hopeless rag dolls as Sam displayed her awesome strength by bouncing them up and down at her sides as she continued to walk around. She mocked as she did so " My poor little, broken boys, let's see if big strong Sam can help them recover. She wants to play more games, yet." Both lads began to sob when they realised their ordeal was not yet over. Sam eventually carried them over to her sofa and threw them onto it, one at a time. They both drew their legs up protectively and forced their backs deeply into the sofa in a futile attempt to withdraw away from her. Sam, making certain they were looking at her, suddenly turned her back to them. The moment they were confronted by her back, she undid her bikini-style top and as she did so, the boys could not fail to see her back muscles begin to emerge. Sam very deliberately took the top in one hand and held it out at arm's length in her fingers before she looked over her shoulder and smiled menacingly as she let the top go. As it fell to the floor, Sam very deliberately struck a pose, flexing her biceps and tensing her back. Both boys looked on in absolute awe as her massive muscularity and mountainous biceps personified unbearable intimidation. Then Sam turned and she placed her hands on her hips and tensed her arms while arching slightly forward to tense her abdominals. Her small, cup sized boobs seemed to tighten as her pecs stretched and creased in response to her tightening pose. Then, as the boys' eyes slowly viewed the power before them, Sam knelt just before them and flexed her right arm as she said " Feel it, go on, see what real muscles feel like." When her arm hovered in front of his eyes, Darren uncertainly raised his hand and attempted to wrap it around her arm, but he could bearly clutch it as it was far too large. " Both hands " she then suggested. Darren brought his other hand up and attempted, again, to grab her arm. It was like clutching at steel he recognised. Sam turned to Tom and flexed her other arm before his eyes. He took the que silently and used both his hands to feel her massive arm. Tom also came to recognise that she possessed a strength and muscularity which simply belittled the boys pitiful physiques by her meer presence. " Now, Sam will let you feel them even more " she advised as she lowered herself even further as she continued to flex her massive arms in front of the boys. " Sam is going to let the little boys ride on the big strong girl's powerful arms. Lucky boys." Her grin widened as the boys looked on uncertainly, not knowing what she had in mind. " Up you get, Darren, little boy, straddle Sam's arm like you're a little cowboy riding his horse." Darren's eyes widened with astonishment at her request. But her patient gaze suggested she meant exactly what she had said. Darren pushed himself away from the back of the sofa and pushed his hands up to her imposing shoulder. Then he slowly and tentatively began to push one foot into the sofa as he forced his other leg up and over Sam's gloriously powerful upper arm. As he began to ease his arse back into the crook of her arm, he was almost sickened by the strength she possessed as his other leg began to ease off the lounge and he allowed his arms to ease onto her shoulder to steady himself. Even as he did so, her arm remained rock-hard and never budged beneath him. He was astonished when he finally found himself supported entirely on her one arm. Once he seemed to be in position, Sam turned to Tom. She found him staring incredulously at the sight of his 19 year old flatmate perched on his neighbour's one, flexed arm as he straddled it like a rider on a horse. " Are we waiting for anything in particular " Sam asked, with what appeared to be politeness. Tom fumbled about to get up off the sofa and he followed Darren's example by using Sam's firm shoulder as support as he slowly put his leg over her arm. In moments, each of the boys found themsleves sitting on one of Sam's arms, with their legs drawn up so that she could support their entire body weights' on each arm. Even more intimidating, Sam slowly rose from her knees with the boys still sitting precariously on her arms. " See what lucky little boys you are " Sam suggested as she slowly turned around while the boys balanced themselves on her sensational arms. As they straddled her upper arms, each with there arse securely resting in the crooks of her inner, raised elbows, while their hands were pressed hard against her shoulders to help balance and support them, they were overcome by physical indiscretions. Both boys' cocks also sat on her mountainous biceps and their loins slowly caused them to rise. " Well, what have we here ?" Sam taunted as she looked up to each of her respective loads " Are we turned on by big strong girls ?" Each of the boys tried to nod, but the moment they tried to acknowledge her taunt, Sam dropped her arms. Both boys fell heavily onto the floor to her sides. As they tried to recover, they saw Sam walk away across the room. Tom and Darren looked to one another as if they might gain some form of reassurance from each other. But the sight of each, in turn, being in the same hopeless position proved that no solace could be found their either. Their respective, futile gazes thus caused them to turn, as one, to see where Sam had gone. The two boys remained on the floor as they watched Sam go to a cupboard near the kitchen door where she pulled out a drawer near the bottom. She fossicked about for a moment before she found something and then pulled it out of the drawer. The boys gulped, in unison, when they saw her throw one pair of punching-bag gloves over her shoulder and then another pair over her other shoulder. She then extracted a third pair before she closed the drawer and rose to turn about and approach the boys again. Both lads remained seated on the floor as they watched Sam approach with a threatening grin. Once she stood over them she cast one pair of gloves into Darren's lap. He was startled when they landed on his naked thighs. She took another pair off her shoulder and dropped those onto Tom's lap, then she took the last pair off her other shoulder and took one glove in each hand as she looked down and said " Now, let's let the little boys get some of their own back on their poor little defenceless neighbour. Up you get boys. Time to show Sam how strong you are. Big bad boys." Her smile remained to taunt them as she placed her hands on her hips, with one of the imposing gloves in each hand. When both boys continued to look up in hopeless dismay, Sam snarled fiercely " Get the fuck up !" Both boys suddenly struggled onto their feet and stood before her. They made no attempt to don the gloves as if they still hoped for a belated reprieve. " Come on little boys, put the gloves on. Sam doesn't want you to hurt your little hands when you hit Sam as hard as you can." Sam smiled as her eyes looked down at the gloves passively dangling in the boys' hands. Then she looked the boys in the eyes again as she added " Sam's going to let the little boys hit her as hard as they can in the stomach and Sam's not going to do anything to protect herself. Isn't that kind of Sam. How good she is to let the little boys get their own back and try and hurt her." Still the boys made no move to don the gloves. " Sam's waiting, and the little boys know she doesn't like to be kept waiting." Slowly and unwilling, both boys began to pull the gloves onto their hands. When they had managed to do so, they looked back to Sam. She looked at each of the boys in turn, finally her eyes stopped on Tom's nervous gaze as she said " You can have the first shot." Tom glanced uncertainly at Darren before he looked back to Sam. When he did, Sam gently patted her stomach as a formal gesture to encourage him to hit her. " Give me all you've got with one hand and, then, if that doesn't seem to do the job, you can hit me with the other hand. Then little Darren can have a turn. Lucky boys, aren't you so lucky to have a chance to hit a girl as hard as you can in her poor little 'girly' stomach. And Sam's warning the little boys, if they don't try real hard to hurt her, she'll crush them to death. Now, off you go Tom, my little neighbour. Your best shot, don't forget." With that, Sam slapped her stomach hard and then she placed her hands on her hips again to await Tom's punch. Tom felt utterly demoralised. He wondered if he had recovered enough to possibly wind her if he managed to get a really good shot on her. Perhaps, between them, the boys could manage to wound her sufficiently enough to make an escape. Tom looked at her again, as if to make sure she had meant what she said. Sam looked at him and smiled. Tom took aim and drew back his right arm and clenched his fist so tightly he could feel his teeth grinding into one another. Then he let fly a punch with all his might. His hand slammed into her stomach and his wrist almost gave way with the force of the blow. Her stomach, however, resembled an inpenetrable barrier. His hand and wrist stung from the blow as he looked up to see her smiling at him. " Well " she said " that one didn't seem to work." Without further hesitation and, hoping he might catch her off guard, Tom slammed his other fist into her iron abdominals. He had hardly had time to raise his eyes to see what damage he'd managed to inflict when he heard her say " Your turn, little Darren." Tom's shoulders lowered in absolute frustration when he realised he'd failed to even make her flinch. Darren tried the same ploy and immediately hit her with everything he had, at the very moment she encouraged him to do so. " Gosh " she said " still nothing." Darren felt so completely humiliated his shoulders simply slumped in frustration. " Try the other one then " Sam suggested, as if she were becoming bored with the whole affair. Darren, beginning to feel the task was a hopeless one, let fly with his other hand. He then stood back to see her reaction. He witnessed her tilt her head slightly to look up at the ceiling, as if she were deliberating over something. " No " she finally admitted " that didn't hurt either." Sam seemed to hesitate as she weighed up the options. " Well my little boys, time to let you do your very, very best to hurt big, strong Sam." She then looked at both boys as she added " Both of you together, everything you've got, as often as you can. Just let it rip, little boys. You must be strong enough to hurt poor little Sam. Look " she said as she raised her arms above her head " Sam will let you both hit her poor little unprotected tummy as hard and as often as you can. Lucky little boys, Sam's just so good to them." As she stood before them, with her arms held high, and her stomach taunting them, Darren and Tom took the que and both began hurling their fists at her as hard as they could. After their initial flurry of ill- directed blows, both Tom and Darren slowed to look at what they had achieved only to see Sam yawn, " Come on, little boys, don't give up." Tormented by her continuing resistance and their absolute inability to do any damage, the boys looked to one another before Darren hit her with a solid punch, then Tom followed with his own. Then Darren. Then Tom. They continued to take turns, lining up each punch with measured intent until they found themselves almost in rhythm, slamming punch after punch into Sam's immovable abs. As both boys continued to put all their effort and attention into the onslaught, Sam looked up to her hands and slowly eased the gloves, she had been holding the whole time, onto each of her hands. Once she recognised that their efforts had begun to wane, Sam took a peek at the boys' lowered heads as they punched with less and less force. Sam realised they were rapidly running out of puff so she tilted her head forward again as she continued to look at the tops of their heads as they were lowered to the task. She then dropped her hands down and placed her gloved hands on her hips. The moment the boys spotted her gloved hands fall into their field of vision, they eased their waning assault and eventually stopped to stand upright and look to Sam who returned their gaze. " Looks like the little boys aren't good enough to hurt big strong Sam. I guess Sam's just gotta show 'em how its done." And, without further warning, one of Sam's hands drew back against her side and she let fly a short sharp and powerful blow straight into Tom's belly. His whole body rose off the floor and his arms and shoulders seemed to lurch forward as he flew back across the room to land on the sofa gasping for air. Darren's head began to wobble and shake as he looked at Sam pathetically. He shook his head as if he were begging her not to do it to him. Suddenly, her fist landed in his belly with even more force than she had used on Tom. Darren's body immediately lifted off the floor and he crashed across the coffee table and fell into a crumpled heap against the bottom of the sofa. Sam silently walked over to them and managed, without taking her gloves off, to grab one boy under each arm as she lifted them up with her. Their limp and beaten bodies could do no more than dangle like peices of boneless flesh in her hold. Sam carried them over to the door and struggled, momentarily, as Tom's weight and her gloved hand made it difficult for her to get a grip on the door handle. She finally managed it and flung the door open. She then carried the boys, still dangling uselessly, one under each arm, along the hallway outside the apartments. The boys' arms and gloved hands dangled down near the floor while their legs bounced and scraped along the floor behind her as she carried them along the hall toward their own apartment door. Once she had them outside, she dropped Tom onto the floor and then dropped Darren on top of Tom. She lent over them and ripped the gloves off their respective hands before she checked their apartment door to make sure it was locked. Then she left their naked bodies there as she made her way back to her own apartment. Before she let herself back into her apartment, Sam glanced back to the delirious bodies trying, rather unsuccessfully she noticed, to regather themselves. She called out, " I'll wash your dirty clothes and you can have them back, with your keys, as soon as they're dry. Shouldn't take more than a few hours my little kittens." Then Sam disappeared leaving her naked neighbours to ponder their embarrassing dilemna in the meantime.