Sandy and the ATM Robbers
By Arby



Sandy Bouwman does not engage in any type of sexual activity in her 
sessions.  She currently does sessions in wrestling, lifts and carries, 
domination, and bellypunching.  Sandy has taken boxing lessons and will do 
non-competitive boxing if requested.  Sandy is currently 5'4" and 149 hard, 
muscular pounds.  If you schedule a session with her for any of the 
activities listed above you will not be disappointed.  Her primary goal is 
for her client to enjoy the session and she does everything in her power to 
make that happen.  She is a excellent wrestler and has a sledgehammer punch, 
so contact her at sandy@heatwave.net. You'll be glad that you did. Arby 
November 1998.





Sandy Bouwman slowly circled the bank parking lot.  It was 10:03PM by the 
clock on the dashboard of her car but she needed cash for the next day.   
She did not see anyone else in the vicinity, so she pulled over to the ATM 
machine.  She was overly cautious because there had been a string of ATM 
holdups where people who came to ATM machines at night had been robbed.  
This time, however she seemed to have lucked out, the place seemed to be 
deserted.   Sandy was dressed very casually in a tank top and spandex 
shorts.  All she wanted to do was get her money and go home, she had to work 
a 24 hour shift at the firehouse the next day.  Sandy was a firefighter.  
She liked the fact that she had one day on and two days off, but the work 
day could at times be a long one, and very tiring, so Sandy wanted to get 
home and get to bed.   After one last look around she got out of her car, 
and walked quickly to the ATM machine.  She put her card in, punched in her 
pin number, and then punched in one hundred dollars.  As she stood there she 
felt exposed in light of the recent robberies, but she took comfort in the 
fact that she could hear the machine whirring and knew that her transaction 
would be complete in a few seconds.  She took her cash without counting it, 
(you can't argue with a machine, anyhow.) and headed back to her car which 
was parked only a few feet away.  Before she could get there two men 
suddenly materialized from the shadows.  One of them held a pistol loosely 
in his hand.  The other had a knife.  "Hi there, blondie."  the man with the 
gun, the taller of the two said. "It looks like you just made a withdrawal 
for us.  Now take it real slow and had it over along with your card.  And 
give us your pin number."  He reached out with his left hand for her money 
and ATM card.  Sandy hesitated.  Then she could see his finger tighten on 
the trigger.
No amount of money was worth getting shot for, she reasoned.  "Come on, 
blondie, we usually don't shoot people to get their money, but we will if we 
have to.  Hand it over!"  The tall man said,"Elton, take this card.  Blondie 
is gonna give us the pin number, and then we can get some real money."  
Sandy had just put a lot of the money she had received from her sessions in 
New York last week in her checking account She was planning to put it into 
her investment program but hadn't gotten around to that yet.  She could just 
see these two bums walking away with thousands of dollars of her money.   
The one called Elton, the shorter but stockier of the two, took the card and 
walked the short distance to the machine.  "Come on blondie, give us the 
number.  "6005"  aid Sandy.  "Johnny see what else she has in her purse." 
said Elton.  "Good idea" Replied the tall man named Johnny.   He began 
rummaging around in Sandy's purse.  "Her pin number is the same as her 
address." he said looking at her driver's license.  "Typical dumb blonde 
trick." he continued.  "Not smart enough to remember a random number, so 
they use a number they already know like an address or part of a phone 
number." he was laughing to his partner as he said this.  Elton slid the 
card in the slot in the machine.  It asked for pin number and he entered 
6005.  "Invalid pin number.  Please try again"  came up on the screen. "Hey 
Johnny, we've got a problem.  The blonde bitch gave us a wrong pin number."  
He shouted .  Johnny turned his head as Elton called out to him.  As 
Johnny's head was turned, Sandy knew it was now or never.  Her right foot 
shot out driven by her powerful, muscular 23" thighs.  Her foot collided 
with Johnny's gun hand and the pistol flew out of his hand, and clattered to 
the pavement several feet away.  Johnny grabbed his wrist which was probably 
broken.  Sandy took his broken wrist in both hands and twisted.  Johnny 
screamed in pain.  He knee powered by that same powerful thigh slammed up 
into his groin.  Pain and nausea flooded Johnny's body, and he folded over 
clutching his injured balls.  Sandy took a step back from him, and brought 
her right fist up from the ground in a vicious uppercut that smashed into 
Johnny's face just under his chin.  The force of the potent punch lifted him 
up off the ground and dumped him on his back, stunned if not out cold, with 
blood running out of the sides of his mouth.  Elton had been frozen in place 
as Sandy dealt with Johnny.  Now he came running at her.  "You blonde bitch, 
I'll cut you up in a thousand pieces." he shouted waving his knife.  Sandy 
turned to face him.  "Listen, asshole, put that knife away or I'll make you 
eat it."  she said to him in a very calm, low  voice.  Even though her voice 
was calm, Sandy was not, she was very angry.  Elton cautiously approached 
her.  He slashed at her, Sandy leaped back, and the blade just nipped 
through the material of her tank top.  Elton was a little bit intimidated as 
he could see her strong shoulders and huge biceps and triceps which were not 
covered by the tank top.  He made another pass at her with the knife, just 
nicking her hard abdominal muscles as Sandy again leaped out of the way.  A 
thin trickle of blood ran down from the small cut.  Sandy put her finger 
over it, then licked her own blood off her finger.  "We'll see what your's 
tastes and looks like in a minute if you don't put that knife away and get 
the hell out of here."  This time as he slashed instead of backing up to 
avoid it, Sandy stepped forward and blocked the knife hand with her left 
forearm.  Her forearm was so hard, Elton thought he had hit a tree.  The 
shock ran up his arm, momentarily paralyzing it.  "The boxing lessons are 
paying off" Sandy thought as she shifted to get all of her body weight 
behind her right fist as she drove it deep into Elton's stomach.  His knees 
turned to jelly, and he started to fold up.  Sandy grasped his knife hand 
and twisted,  causing the knife to fall out on the ground.  Sandy kicked it 
away.  She had stopped his descent by her hold on his arm, so she blasted 
another brutal shot to his belly with her hard right fist.  This time the 
nausea and pain got the best of Elton and he puked all over himself and the 
ground in front of him.  "You could use a few more sit-ups and crunches, 
Bub" Sandy said to him.  Sandy patiently waited for him to quit puking, then 
she locked the fingers of her left hand in his hair, and pulled Elton to his 
feet.    Again and again now she pistoned her rock hard fist into his 
already damaged gut, each savage punch followed by a loud moan from Elton.  
WWHHUUMMPP!!!  OOOFFF!!  TTHHUUMMPP!!  AAAGGG!!  WWHHOOMMPP!!  UUUNNNGGG!!  
TTTHHHUUUDDD!!  OOOOAAAHHH!!!  Finally she stopped the cruel belly 
battering.  Elton dangled in her left hand.  He had left the world of 
consciousness some time ago.  Sandy let him drop to the pavement.  She 
gathered up her things including her money and ATM card and started to her 
car.  Johnny was coming around, beginning to get up to his knees.  Sandy put 
her purse in her car and returned to where Johnny was crawling around.  "I 
hope you jerks have learned your lesson." she said to Johnny.  "Yes mam," 
Johnny said, trying to be very respectful of this blonde bomber who had 
knocked out him and his partner.  "Well, I just have to make sure." she 
said.  Johnny was still on his knees when he saw her fist start to descend 
toward his  jaw.  Then there was a flash of pain, then nothing as everything 
turned black.  Sandy rubbed the knuckles of her punching hand, her right 
hand in this case, and a smile flitted across her face.     She got in her 
car and as she started to drive away, she called the police on her cell 
phone telling them that they could find the ATM bandits in the bank parking 
lot.  By the time the police arrived all that was left was a pool of vomit, 
and a few spots of blood.  Johnny and Elton had come to and were gone.  

The two bandits had indeed recovered and escaped before the police arrived.  
Now they were plotting their revenge.  "I remember the bitch's address from 
the driver's license."  Johnny said.  "Let's go git her"   Elton was not so 
sure.  "Man, she has a punch like a mule.  My poor belly's all busted up." 
he said.  "And look what she did to your face."  Johnny had a big lumpy 
bruise on his chin where her fist had landed in the first uppercut she had 
knocked him out with, and his jaw was swollen and throbbing with pain.  It 
might be broken from her second knockout punch.  "I'm the guy she knocked 
out twice, and I want to get even.  This time we'll be more careful, and not 
get distracted.  If I had not turned around to talk to you when the pin 
number didn't work, this never would have happened.  This time we won't just 
rob her, we'll fuck the bitch 'til she can't walk!" Johnny snarled.  He 
winced as he spoke as the pain shot through his jaw.  "We'll rest up a few 
days and then we'll pay Ms. Sandra Bouwman a little visit." he said.  "I'll 
bet she would be a great fuck with a body like that." Elton was almost 
drooling.  "We will definitely find out!"  Johnny said.  With that the two 
erstwhile bandits went to sleep, this time without assistance from Sandy's 
fists.

Sandy was returning home from her shift at the fire station.  She was tired, 
there had been several late call that she had responded to.  "I guess I'm 
just not as young as I used to be, I don't remember being this tired after 
night calls a few years ago." she thought as she neared her house.  Sandy 
pulled into the driveway and got out of the car.  She walked up to the front 
door and put the key in the lock.  Johnny and Elton stepped out from behind 
the shrubbery where they had been crouched waiting for her return.  this 
time Johnny was not so careless with the pistol.  "Hello, Ms. Sandy Blonde 
Bitch." he said.  "Open the door real careful and drop the purse."  Sandy, 
seeing that this time they were being more careful, complied.  "I thought 
you boys would be in jail." she said.  "We managed to wake up and clear out 
before the cops got there, no thanks to you." Elton responded.  "I must be 
losing my punch, then.  I thought you would be out for at least fifteen 
minutes." she said.  "We were, but the dumb cops took over twenty minutes to 
get there.  We heard them goin' in with sirens full blast, but lucky for us, 
they were late.  However, that is unlucky for you.  The two men followed 
Sandy into the house.  Johnny was very attentive to her every move, this 
time.  She noticed that Elton was carrying a rope.  There were open beams 
running across Sandy's ceiling.  Elton got a chair, stood on it, and threw 
the rope across one of the beams.  "hold out your arms " Johnny commanded.  
Left with no choice, Sandy again complied with the order.  Elton tied her 
hands securely , then hauled up on the rope until her feet were a couple of 
inches off the floor.  Sandy's arms were pulled up over her head, supporting 
her weight.  Sandy could feel the strain in her shoulders and arms.  She had 
once again been dressed in a similar outfit to the one she had worn in her 
encounter with them at the bank, this time a cropped tee shirt and shorts.  
Elton took out his knife and cut off her tee shirt, leaving her just in her 
sports bra.  Next he slit her shorts and pulled them off.  When he had 
finished Sandy was dangling there in just her bra and panties, her breasts 
clearly visible to the two men, as was some of her pubic hair, which curled 
out around the crotch of her panties.  "Jeezus, what a body" Elton's 
respiration had increased considerably while he was cutting off her clothes.  
He saw the firm breasts, the bulging muscles of her shoulders and arms. the 
flat hard rippling abdominal six-pack, and her magnificent legs.  His breath 
came out in a long puff.  "I've never seen a woman built like that before.  
She looks fantastic!"  Elton continued.  "Before the fun starts, she has to 
pay for what she did to us in the bank parkin' lot."  Johnny reminded him.  
"Yeah, you're right" Elton agreed.  With Sandy tied like that, Johnny tucked 
his pistol in the back of his pants.  Elton stood in front of Sandy.  
"Payback time, blonde bitch" he said.  He drove his fist smack into her 
stomach.  Sandy had been expecting it, and had tightened he stomach muscles 
as much as possible under the circumstances.  Again and again Elton drove 
his fist into her gut, unable to penetrate the shield of hard muscle.  
However, Sandy had acted like it hurt a lot more than it had, trying to 
throw them off.  She groaned with every punch.  Finally Elton stepped back.  
"My turn" Johnny said.  He stepped forward and punched her solidly in the 
jaw.  Sandy's head snapped around from the force of the blow.  "I think my 
jaw is broken, so I am going to break yours.  He slammed three more punches 
into Sandy's jaw.  She pretended to be unconscious after the third. one.  
"Let's find out what is worth taking in the house,  then we'll come back in 
here and fuck her silly." Johnny said.  Sandy had noticed that they had used 
an old rope.  As soon as the men disappeared into the back of the house, she 
began swinging to saw the old rope against the sharp edge of the beam.  
finally the rope broke and she tumbled to the floor.  Sandy used her teeth 
to pick the knot to untie her hands.  She stepped behind the door and 
waited.  She saw her keys on the dresser where Johnny had placed them.  "I'm 
gonna look in the other bedroom" Elton announced. Sandy quietly picked up 
the keys.  This was a very neatly kept but old house she owned, and the 
bedroom locks required a key.  As Elton entered the second bedroom, Sandy 
silently slipped down the hall and locked the door, trapping Elton inside.  
He was too busy tearing apart the room to notice at the moment.  Sandy 
resumed her position behind the door, waiting for Johnny.  He came back to 
the living room to check on Sandy.  The pistol was still tucked in the back 
of his pants.  As he came through the door, Sandy slipped behind him and 
before he knew what was happening, she grabbed the pistol out of his 
waistband.  Johnny spun around to find himself facing his own pistol being 
pointed right at his chest by and angry blonde dressed only in her 
underwear.  "Now I want you to do something for me."  She said.  "Strip"  
Reluctantly Johnny pulled his blue polo shirt over his head.  "Come on, the 
pants next."  Now Johnny was standing there in his jockey shorts, and shoes.  
"Why did you do that?" he asked.  "So I can see my targets better" Sandy 
answered.  "You gonna shoot me?"  Johnny asked again.  "Oh no, not better 
targets for bullets, better targets for my fists."  Sandy answered with an 
evil laugh.  She held up the pistol and emptied the cylinder on to the 
floor, then tossed the pistol on the sofa.  She raised her fists, and 
stepped toward Johnny.  "Come on, tough guy, let's see what you've got." she 
said, again with that sexy, evil laugh.   Johnny was nervous now.  He had 
considered himself a fairly good brawler, but this woman had already knocked 
him out twice, and his confidence was a little shaky.   He knew that those 
fists were like sledgehammers, and he didn't want to take a chance on them 
again.  He dived for Sandy and tackled her.  They rolled around on the 
floor, first one on top then the other.  All at once as the broke apart for 
an instant, Sandy grabbed his hair and snatched his head between her thighs.  
She clamped down with all the power of her muscle bulging legs on his head.  
Poor Johnny had never felt pain like that before, it felt like a huge vice 
was squeezing down on each side of his head.  Sandy continued to pour on the 
power.  Johnny was becoming weak and disoriented.  With one last surge of 
power, Sandy released him.  He was very dizzy.  Next, Johnny felt her hands 
under his armpits lifting him up to his feet.  As she released him, Johnny 
wobbled around trying to regain his senses.  Suddenly white hot pain shot 
through the center of his face.  Sandy's bricklike right fist had smashed 
into his nose, flattening it, breaking it, and causing blood to squirt all 
over both of them.  Johnny had really never felt such agony before.  he 
staggered backwards and would have fallen except for her strong hands 
grasping his shoulders.  Her left fist sank up to her wrist in his belly.  
Johnny nearly forgot about his nose as that battering ram plunged deep 
inside his guts.  His feet lifted up off the floor as he seemed to be 
suspended in the air balanced on her fist.  Sandy steadied him with her 
right hand as his feet returned to the floor, and withdrew her left fist 
from his plundered belly like a dagger.  Dagger was the right word as 
daggers of pain flowed out from the spot where that vicious fist had smashed 
in.  Johnny, still having trouble focusing from the terrible squeezing his 
head had taken never had a chance.  Sandy drove her right fist into his 
mouth splitting both lips and loosening his teeth.  This time she grabbed 
his hair with her left hand to keep him upright.  Sandy leaned in until her 
mouth was almost touching Johnny's ear.  "Now I'm going to hurt you." she 
whispered.  "I'm going to hurt you real bad for what you tried to do to me!"  
Again she smashed his mouth.  This time teeth buckled under the hard, heavy 
fist.  Once more Johnny would have fallen if Sandy had not caught him and 
held him up.  She backed him up against the wall and started ripping more 
brutal, heavy punches into his belly.  Eight times she hammered his gut with 
tissue ripping punches, alternating her fists, burying them in his stomach.  
The muscles in her arms bulged and flexed as the drove her fists into his 
now soft belly.  The only sounds coming from Johnny were soft moans as her 
bludgeoning fists pounded away.  Dark red blood from his damaged gut mingled 
with the bright red blood from his smashed nose and mouth and ran down his 
chin.  It splashed on Sandy's forearms as her fists continued their 
relentless punishment of his belly.  Johnny was about to pass out when she 
halted.
 "Oh no, asshole, it's not time for you to go out yet.  I'll decide when 
it's time." she said.   She could feel the familiar tingling between her 
legs as she contemplated what to do next.  She fired straight punches into 
his eyes, again with both fists, until both were swollen slits of cut and 
bruised tissue, and one cheekbone might be broken.  Her excitement continued 
to build with each face busting punch.  Finally she decided it was enough.  
She held Johnny propped up with her left hand and cocked her right back 
behind her.   Sandy launched a monster punch at his previously broken jaw 
with her entire body behind it.  CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!! There was no doubt that 
the jaw was broken now.  Teeth and blood came out in a spray and she could 
feel the bone give way under her fist.  Even though Johnny was propped 
against the wall his now unconscious body spun nearly all the way around 
before he slid down the wall in a pool of his own blood and toppled over.  
He gave new definition to the expression, beaten to a pulp.  His face was a 
bloody, splintered mass of ripped and torn tissue, with his nose split right 
down the middle, both eyes swollen shut, and his mouth a bloody, nearly 
empty cavity.   Sandy was trying to get herself under control when she 
thought about Elton, locked in the bedroom, unable to get out.  She could 
hear him banging on the door.  With a last look at Johnny, she picked up the 
key and headed for the bedroom and Elton.  She unlocked the door, and backed 
up as Elton stood there holding his knife.  Sandy backed into the living 
room with Elton following her.  She could hear his gasp as he saw the bloody 
wreck she had made of Johnny.  "I'll make you a deal." she said to Elton.  
"You put down your knife and take your medicine like a big boy, and I won't 
mess up your face like his."  If you force me to take the knife away from 
you, I'll make you look worse than him.  Elton stole another glance at 
Johnny.  His heart jumped up in his throat, thinking that this woman had 
done this, and he remembered what she had done to both of them in the bank 
parking lot.  "Wh-What would you do to me if I give you the knife?" he 
asked.  "You do have to be punished for breaking into my house and trying to 
beat me up and rob me, and threatening to rape me."  she said.  But it is 
your choice.  It doesn't have to be as bad as Johnny." Sandy said, 
indicating the unconscious man with a wave of her hand. "Just give me the 
knife and take your punishment." she said.  Elton's heart was beating a mile 
a minute as he once again looked at the battered mess she had made of 
Johnny's face.  He shrugged and reluctantly handed her the knife.  "Please 
don't hurt me, too bad" he said.  "Sit down on the floor " Sandy told him.  
Elton complied.  Sandy sat down behind him.  He felt her hand in his hair.  
Suddenly he was jerked around and was slammed face first into her crotch, 
with her legs wrapping around his head.  She worked her vagina across his 
face, as she squeezed his head, bringing herself to a wild climax as she 
rode his face.  When she had finished Sandy got to her feet.  Elton was 
moaning on the floor.  "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked him.  
Believing it was over, Elton shook his head from side to side.  Sandy now 
stood right in front of him.  "You can fight me, and I'll still make you 
look like Johnny, or you can take your beating and leave here with all your 
teeth.  It's your choice again." she said.  Elton replied in a nearly 
inaudible voice "I'll take the beating"  "What did you say?" Sandy asked 
him.  A little louder this time.  "I'll take the beating."  "Good choice." 
she said.  "Put your hands behind your back." she ordered.  Elton followed 
her instructions.  Sandy tied his hands behind his back with his own rope.  
"I'm going to leave your face alone, but I going to practice more 
bellypunching on you." she told him.  Elton was both relieved and afraid at 
the same time.  He knew what the woman's hard fists had done to his belly 
the last time, but he also knew she would keep her promise and not bust up 
his face.  "Close your eyes" she demanded.  Elton quickly close both eyes, 
and tried to steel himself for the pounding he knew was coming.  Sandy 
lightly tapped her fist against his belly a couple of times at first.  Elton 
nearly jumped out of his skin each time with fear.  Sandy hesitated for a 
couple of minutes then without warning started ripping vicious uppercuts 
with both fists into Elton's belly.  He could feel the pain and nausea 
rising as her hard fists ripped and tore up his tender stomach.  Each punch 
seemed to sink her fist deeper and deeper into his belly.  Elton was unable 
to hold back any longer as he vomited in a long blast of greenish fluid.  
Sandy stood back as he bent over at the waist awkwardly with his hands tied 
behind his back and puked his guts out.  "Now that you have done that there 
is only one problem." Sandy said in her low voice.  "WhWhat is that?" 
gurgled Elton.  "You're still conscious."  Sandy said.  "I have to knock you 
out.  I'll give you a choice,  I'll keep pounding your belly 'til you pass 
out, or one punch as hard as I can hit to either your jaw or chin.  You 
decide."  "I can't take any more in my poor belly." he said.  "Then you want 
the jaw or chin punch?" she said   "Yes, I guess so if that is the only 
choice I have."  Elton replied.  "Which will it be, jaw or chin?" Sandy 
asked.  Elton
 thought for a few seconds and said "Chin"  "Whatever you want." Sandy 
replied.  She leaned him forward with his chin sticking out.  "Close your 
eyes again, unless you want to see it coming." Sandy told him.  Elton closed 
his eyes tightly, hoping his ordeal would soon be over.  His belly was 
killing him with the pain now shooting all over his body.  Sandy smiled and 
laughed the same evil sounding laugh she had used with Johnny.  To have this 
man so scared that he would willing surrender his knife and subject himself 
to her fists without fighting back was almost enough to set her off again.  
She reached out and repositioned his chin slightly.  Then she took a few 
practice swings.  Then she was ready.  Sandy turned her body so that her 
left hip and shoulder were facing Elton.  She dropped her right fist down 
behind her almost to the floor.  Finally she started the monumental punch 
that would send Elton to lala land by stepping toward him with her left foot 
and rotating her hips.  Her right fist accelerated toward his chin from 
below like a cruise missile.  It exploded on his chin with about the same 
force, her hard fist impacting under his chin and continuing to speed upward 
in the granddaddy of all uppercuts.  The vicious punch lifted Elton up in 
the air and sailed him several feet backward.  He landed hard on the floor, 
and didn't move.  Sandy's second climax hit her just after her monster 
uppercut hit Elton.  She looked down at him.  "He probably had a broken jaw, 
too, but he still had a straight nose and nearly all of his teeth", she 
thought as she saw one tooth sticking up through his upper lip.  "Sweet 
dreams, sucker." she said to Elton.  Sandy then picked up the phone and 
called the police. explaining what happened and that these two were 
definitely the ATM robbers.  This time no matter how long the police took to 
arrive, they would still be out cold when they got there.