Sandy meets the Abusive Husband By Arby This story is completely fictional. Sandy Bouwman does not engage in any kind of sexual activity in any of her sessions. She currently does sessions in wrestling, lifts and carries, domination, and most recently, bellypunching. Anyone interested in sessions in any of these activities may contact her at sandy@heatwave.net. She is highly recommended, good things come in small but powerful packages. Arby, August, 1998 Sandy meets the Abusive Husband Sandy Bouwman was finishing up putting her groceries in her car, when she observed a man and woman walking toward her. They were having a very animated conversation. They stopped at the parking spot two cars away from her. The man was berating the woman. "You stupid whore, why don't you pay attention to what you are doing. If I wasn't here to keep an eye on what you are doing, you would be duplicating everything we have in the kitchen already. And I could tell, you were flirting with that man wearing the suit at the meat counter. I ought to whip your sorry ass right here. "Please, Joe, I just lost my list and I couldn't remember what we needed. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." The man she had called Joe angrily opened the trunk of their car, and the woman started to put the groceries in the trunk. She dropped a bag and it fell with a loud crash. There had obviously been glass bottles in the bag, as liquid started to flow out. "Goddamit, Sheila, you dropped my beer. Can't you do anything right?" Sandy was about to get in her car and drive away when the man slapped the woman, hard across the face. She staggered away from the grocery cart and almost fell down. Joe then drove his fist into her belly. Sheila gagged and fell to her knees clutching her stomach. Joe began slapping her across the face back and forth, backhand and forehand. Sheila was crying and begging him to stop. "Useless bitch, now I have to go back in there and buy more beer. You're not good for anything, you're even a lousy lay." He kept slapping her face as he told her what a loser she was. Sandy had seen enough. She strode over to Joe and caught his hand. "That's enough, mister!" she said. "Why don't you go buy your beer and leave the lady alone. She's suffered enough." Joe looked at Sandy. "Why don't you butt out, blondie." he said. "Butt out before you get the same thing she's getting." Sandy glared at Joe. She could see the woman, Sheila on the ground, crying. She had a cut on her lip and her face was red and swollen. Sandy instead of backing off moved even closer. "Why don't you try to do that to me, tough guy?" she asked. "I'm just a woman, like her. You should have no trouble beating me up too." she continued. Joe raised his hand to slap Sheila again. He felt a strong grip on his arm as Sandy reached out and grabbed it. Joe could not break her grip on his arm. "Let me go, bitch, or I'll whip your ass, just like hers." Without releasing his arm Sandy replied. "You might find I'm a little more trouble than she is. Why don't you go buy your beer and go home." Sandy had retained her grip on his arm. Suddenly Joe swung his other arm, his left at Sandy's head. She managed to duck out of the way, but lost her grip on his arm also. Joe swung again, this time with his right arm. Sandy grabbed it, and using his own momentum threw him face first into the truck parked next to his car. Joe's face smashed into the bed of the truck and he bounced back and fell. "Big tough man trip and fall down?" Sandy asked in a most solicitous voice. Joe scrambled to his feet again and lunged at Sandy again. This time she took hold of both of his arms, fell to her back and monkey flipped him over her head. Joe sailed through the air and landed face first on the pavement. Now not only was his face banged up but he had scrapes and cuts on his knees and elbows. Sandy walked over to the woman and asked "Does he beat you like that all the time?" The woman's head drooped down and she answered in nearly a whisper "Yes!" "Why do you stay with him?" was the next question. "I don't know." was the answer. "I really loved him at one time but not anymore. He is so mean and abusive now." "Why don't you leave him and go to one of the shelters for abused women?" Sandy asked. "I think I will." Sheila responded. "He keeps saying he'll change but he never does." Sheila was crying now. "It is so embarrassing to have black eyes, and split lips and have friends ask what happened and to make up some excuse about falling down or something equally ridiculous like that. He drinks a lot, and he gets real belligerent when he gets drunk.". Joe had gotten to his feet and had heard the tail end of Sheila's remarks. "You don't need to be telling strangers our problems, Sheila." Joe said. "Come on, let's go home and forget about this. We don't need any interference from this blonde bimbo, anyhow." "Stay away from me!" Sheila shouted as Joe reached for her arm to pull her up. "Shut up you dumb bitch!" Joe spat at her. "I ought to break your jaw for you, that's what I ought to do." He drew back his fist to hit her. As he started to swing, once again his wrist was caught in an iron grip as Sandy reached out and grabbed his arm. "That's no way to treat a lady, much less your wife!"Sandy said to him as she held firm to his wrist. "Would you like to take her place, bimbo?" Joe said threateningly to Sandy. "I sure would." Sandy answered. "I think you would find that I'm much more difficult to beat up than Sheila!" Sandy released his arm and stepped back. For the first time Joe took a closer look at the woman he considered to be interfering with his life. She was not tall, about 5'4" but she had a very compact and muscular body. She was wearing shorts that showed off her spectacular legs, and a halter top that pushed up her breasts and showed off her powerful arms and shoulders. Her stomach, unlike Joe's rippled with hard muscle. Joe knew from the way she had tossed him around the parking lot, that she knew what she was doing. The blonde was right. She would not be as easy to beat up as Sheila, but after all she was still a woman, a woman he had six inches and close to forty pounds on. "This might be fun, after all." Joe thought. Little did he know he was about to have the most miserable, painful, and humiliating afternoon of his life. Sandy had gone to the gym before she went to the grocery store and her muscles still carried some of the pump from her workout. As she calmly stood there waiting for Joe to make his move, her powerful muscles danced and flexed under her tan skin. Joe was getting more and more angry as he thought about this blonde bimbo sticking her nose into his business. He was going to teach her a lesson. "Listen up, bitch!" he said. "First I'm gonna whip your ass for stickin' you nose in my business. Then I'm gonna take you over under those trees over there and screw you 'til you can't walk. That's what I'm gonna do unless you git in your little shit car and get the hell out of here" "You've got it all wrong, Joey boy." Sandy answered. " This is what's going to happen. I'm going to beat you until you beg me to stop, then I'll beat you some more. Next you will apologize to your wife for being such an asshole. After that I might play with you a bit. Then if you ask me real nice I might put you out of your misery by knocking you out. That's the way it's going to be!" "I'll kill you, whore!" Joe shouted and lunged for Sandy. She ducked out of the way and as Joe went by her right foot driven by her fantastic thigh muscles lashed out and kicked Joe in the kidney. The pain was excruciating. Joe clutched his back and screamed in agony. Sandy grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "That was just for starters" she said. Sandy drove her knee into his ribcage. She could feel his ribs give way and break as she slammed one, two, three, four vicious kneelifts into his body. Driven by the power of her 23 inch thighs something had to give and it was Joe's ribs. The agony of his broken ribs made him forget the pain in his kidney. Sandy released him and pushed him away. She put up her fists and adopted a boxer's stance, with her left foot forward and her hands up. "Okay, tough guy, show me what you got" she said to the pain ridden man. Joe was incapacitated by the pain and didn't move right away. Sandy laughed "It doesn't feel so good being on the receiving end, does it?" she asked mockingly. She started to fire punches with her lead hand, her left hand into Joe's face. His head snapped back as each stinging punch landed. A mouse appeared under each eye as Sandy's fist beat a tattoo on his face. Never hard enough to even knock him down, these punches were designed to mark his face, to bruise it so everyone who saw him would know he had been beaten up. Sandy kept up her rhythm punch after punch. Joe's eyes began to swell and discolor, soon they would be swollen completely shut. He staggered around like a drunken bum under the steady barrage of the blonde's left fist. He was drunk alright, if you count punch drunk Sandy shifted her target and started to throw hooks with her left fist. CCRRUUNNCCHH!!! straight on Joe's nose, breaking the cartilage causing blood to splash on his shirt and her top. Joe staggered backwards like a teenage girl in her first pair of high heels. Sandy loved the feel of his nose crumbling under her hard fist. Joe had not gone down one time but both eyes were surrounded by blackening purplish tissue that had swollen so much he barely could see through two slits and his broken nose splashed blood down his face and shirt front. Sandy smashed her fist into his nose again, just to make sure it was broken. Sandy shifted her target and used her right fist for the first time, smashing it into Joe's mouth, splitting his lips. Three more times she hammered her stony fist into Joe's mouth. The sound of splintering teeth, filled the air as Joe's mouth was brutalized by the powerful woman's fist. Now she was holding him up with her left hand and smashing her destructive right fist over and over again into Joe's mouth turning his teeth into broken bloody stumps as the enamel gave way under her onslaught. Sandy could feel a tingling sensation in her crotch as he fist destroyed Joe's teeth. "He deserves this, and I really like doing it." she said to herself as her potent fist continued to turn Joe's mouth to a bloody mass of broken teeth. Sandy changed tactics again, ripping an uppercut at Joe's body with her right fist burying it deep in Joe's stomach. He jackknifed forward, and croaked "Oh, God. Please don't hurt me anymore. I'll do anything you want, just don't hit me anymore, please." "Too late, tough guy. You should have thought about this when you were beating Sheila. Now it's time for you to pay the piper. And the payment is in pain and blood." Sandy laughed at him. She bunched his shirt in her left hand and jerked him erect. Belly punch! WWHHOOMMPP!! Her right fist rocketed into his vulnerable belly again. Joe could feel the pain and nausea fill his stomach like a ball as her fist ripped through the adipose tissue of his gut "Too much beer, and not enough crunches, tough guy." Sandy said. Three more times she pumped her bludgeonlike fist into his pain racked belly. WWHHOOMMPP!! TTHHUUMMPP!! WWWHHHUUUMMMPPP!! each one harder than the one before. Joe's entire body shuddered from the impact of each of the wind-sucking smashes from the blonde woman's granite fist. He dropped to his knees, gagging, with mucous coming out of his nose and mouth and mixing with the blood to form a gooey mess because blood was coming from everywhere, his nose his mouth, from cuts around his eyes. "I've heard of knocking the snot out of somebody but this is the first time I've seen it firsthand." she announced. Sandy grabbed him by the hair and dragged him over to Sheila. "Apologize to the lady" she demanded. Sheila had watched in amazement as the blonde amazon had systematically taken apart her soon to be ex-husband. Joe mumbled his apology. Sandy mockingly leaned down and said, "She can't hear you, tough guy. You have to speak up. Wait a minute, I see the problem". Sandy saw a tooth that had been driven through his top lip by one of her cruel punches to his mouth. She reached down and pulled it out. Fresh blood spurted from the hole it left in his lip. "Now try that again, tough guy!" she said. Joe mumbled his apology again. "Wait in the car, Sheila. Joe the tough guy and I aren't done yet" Sandy said. "Come along, little doggie" Sandy said as she again grabbed Joe's hair and began to drag him toward the trees around the parking lot where he had boasted he was going to screw he 'til she couldn't walk. Joe was bleeding like a butchered hog. Blood was pouring from his crushed nose, his ballooning split lips, the cuts around his eyes, and the holes where his broken teeth had previously been. There was also some darker red blood that was coming up from injuries to his battered belly. As she hauled him over there, Sandy reminded him of his comments. When they reached the trees, Sandy pushed him over on his back. Slowly removed her shorts and panties, then she walked around behind Joe. She slid her thighs which were twenty three inches of pure steel around his head and began to squeeze. "You sorry sonofabitch I ought to break your sorry neck." she said to Joe. Joe thought she was going to kill him as the pressure mounted. The huge muscles in her thighs stood out as she clamped down. He pawed at her thighs trying to loosen them with no luck at all. Right before he passed out, Sandy released him. She wanted him awake for what she was going to do next. His head had been pressed squarely into her crotch and his head rubbing against her vagina was heating her up again sexually. Sandy moved in front of him and pushed Joe flat on his back again. she sat squarely on Joe's face. "You better get your tongue to work, or I'll break every bone in your face!" she growled at him. Joe was not the smartest bear in the woods, but he understood that he had no choice but to comply The consequences of noncompliance were to frightening to think about. This pocket rocket sized blonde with the big muscles could kill him if she wanted to, he could do nothing to stop her. So Joe started to work with his tongue. Even though the pain from his wrecked mouth was excruciating he tried to submit to her demand. He was not experienced but he was eager to please and his enthusiasm derived from fear, pain, and panic overcame his lack of experience. His tongue slid in and out of her moist channel faster and faster. It slid over her engorged clit. Sandy's breath was coming in ragged gasps as her orgasm neared. She exploded in a long, screaming climax that seemed to go on for several minutes. When she had finished and her breathing had returned to near normal, Sandy said, "I have one more thing for you, tough guy,". Joe could feel a warm stream of liquid running into his mouth as Sandy pissed into it. She was aiming at his mouth but some of it splashed over his face. Joe was gagging but he had little choice but to swallow every drop that she got in her target. The urine burned his brutalized mouth and cuts as it splashed over his face and into his mouth. When Sandy had finished, she stood up as if nothing had happened, and put her clothes back on. She looked down at Joe with her vaginal juices and urine now mixed with the blood and mucous on his face. "You have a couple of choices here, tough guy." she said. "One, I can continue to beat you 'til I'm tired of it which in your case would be a long time, or I can hit you with one punch as hard as I can swing and knock you out. You choose, a long, brutal beating that will turn your face hamburger and your belly to mush or one last power punch which will probably do some more serious damage to your face. Which will it be?" she asked. Joe mumbled something through his broken teeth. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you." she said. Sandy leaned down. "PPlease don't beat me anymore, PPlease end this. If you are going to knock me out, then do it." Joe managed to croak through his wrecked teeth. Sandy gathered his shirt in her hands and hauled the battered and bleeding wreck to his feet. "Since you asked me so nicely, that is exactly what I'll do." Sandy told Joe. "If you ever come around Sheila, I'll come back and find you. What I'll do to you then will make this seem like a picnic." she said to him. "Do you understand me?" she asked. Joe nodded his head. Joe couldn't think of anything she hadn't done to him, that she could make worse, short of killing him. He couldn't see since his eyes had now swollen completely shut. His nose was broken, his lips were blown up like two balloons, his teeth were scattered all over the parking lot, and he was sure he and some internal damage from the way his belly hurt. His head still hurt from the pressure exerted by those killer legs that had nearly broken his neck. His broken ribs made breathing a very painful activity. His breath whistled through his broken nose. She had even forced him to service her orally then pissed in his mouth which to Joe was the most humiliating thing she could have done to him. How in hell he had ever gotten himself into a mess like this was the question he was asking himself. The blonde had not looked capable of giving him this vicious beating that he had received. Sandy had him up on his feet. He didn't think he could stand, but she kept her grip on his shirt to steady him. Sandy could not resist driving her heavy fist into his belly one more time. TTTHHHUUUDDD!!! Deep in his stomach her left fist buried. Blood and mucous flew out of his mouth and what was left of his nose as a result of the vicious blow. Sandy caught him before he fell. "God, I love the feel of my fist sinking into his fat belly." she thought. Sandy held Joe's bloodstained shirt in her left hand. She looked at the battered, bloody wreck weaving in front of her. Just to think that only several minutes ago this was an arrogant, cocky man threatening to rape her, sent a new wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Sandy reached out with her right hand and tilted his jaw at just the angle she wanted. "Don't you dare move!" she threatened him. Joe struggled to remain still just where she had positioned him. Sandy cocked her right fist behind her. She turned and looked at the hard ball of muscle swollen up on her arm as she held her fist there for just a second. Her head turned back to her target, and her fist accelerated through the air. CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!! it exploded on Joe's jaw. Another spray of blood and teeth flew through the air as the titanic punch landed. Joe flew backward through the air, landed, bounced once and lay still. Sandy looked down at the motionless, unconscious man. Both eyes were swollen shut, his nose was a flattened mass of red tissue, and over half of his teeth were scattered around the parking lot. His breathing was shallow, his broken ribs causing shards of pain to shoot through his body each time he breathed when he was conscious ever since Sandy's knee had broken them. Something was probably busted or ruptured in his belly, as blood was coming up from there to dribble out of the sides of his mouth. He could now add broken jaw to his list of injuries when he came to. Joe was in serious need of medical attention. All of this inflicted on him by the innocent looking, attractive blonde standing over him. As she looked down at the battered and broken man, Sandy was ecstatic. She had never deliberately handed out a savage beating like this before in her life. She had used everything she could think of, feet, legs, arms, and fists. She was still aroused, that was the state that smashing Joe to a pulp had left her in. She had nearly had another orgasm as she delivered that final monstrous knockout punch. "That felt great! The way his jaw felt when it snapped under my fist was indescribable. Knocking out assholes can become addicting. I think he's learned his lesson. If not I'll be glad to come back and do it to him again until he has". she said. Sandy walked slowly back to the parking lot. Sheila was just where Sandy had asked her to be, sitting in the car. "I don't think he will cause you any more trouble. He's probably going to be in the hospital for a while. You should go ahead and file for your divorce now and move out of your house before he gets out." Sandy picked up her cell phone and dialed 911 to call for medical assistance for Joe. "Thanks, I will." Sheila answered. "It is hard to believe that he was a nice, sweet man at one time. He has really turned into a monster. How did you ever manage to stand up to him, I have always been afraid of him.". Sandy grinned at her and flexed her biceps. Sheila stared in amazement as the mountain of muscle popped up on Sandy's arm. "Might doesn't always make right." Sandy said. "But when you are right, it sure helps to have a little muscle to back it up." As they drove away they could see a small crowd gathering around the unconscious body of Joe, laying in the trees, and they could hear the sirens as the paramedics came speeding into the parking lot to take care of him.