The Bodybuilder And The Bully By GW Neighborhood bully finds out her neighbor is bodybuilder and fitness guru. In her own neighborhood, world class body builder, Joan Logan was just another housewife. Few of her neighbors were aware of her titles, her syndicated T.V. exercise show and her editorship of a National Health Magazine. She had even starred in an Italian movie once. After that fiasco though, she got a new agent. To her neighbors, she was just that nice, pretty Mrs. Johnson, mother of 15 year old Billy and 16 year old Cindy. Especially unaware was Joan's obnoxious new neighbor, Vera Baker. The bleached-blond divorcee seemed to go out of her way to annoy her friendly, good natured, neighbor. Joan had just returned from a business luncheon to find Vera's rattletrap jeep blocking her driveway. She had to park her expensive imported sports car a block away, and walk back in the hot afternoon sun, in high heels and tailored business suit. As Joan neared her side door, she caught sight of Vera. Joan called out: "Vera would you please not block my drive way anymore? I had to park a block away. Its really very inconsiderate of you." Vera in cutoff jeans and sleeveless leather jacket with heavy hiking boots, looked over at Joan with a sneer at Joan's expensive outfit: "What's the matter honey not dressed for a little exercise. You should work out more and stay in shape, like I do." "I suppose I should." Joan murmured. (She had spent four hours exercising that morning before she'd gone out.) Vera then took a shortcut through Joan's yard on the way to her jeep. She stepped through Joan's well maintained hedge, right into Joan's newly planted flower bed. Flowers were Joan's passion and she clenched her teeth at seeing Vera ruining them, after much hard work. "Really, Vera! Look where you're going! You're stepping all over my new flowers. Don't you have any consideration for any one else?" Vera snorted and tramped right across Joan's carefully manicured lawn leaving noticeable foot prints. Joan shuddered at every step Vera took. "Jesus honey! You worry about everything. Shit how does your husband stand anybody so perfect? It must be like living with a combination of the Virgin Mary and Donna Reed." "Don't worry about my husband, Vera. He doesn't have any complaints, and my husband's still living with ME." Joan retorted, annoyance making her a little catty. "What's that crack supposed to mean, Miss High and MIghty?" Vera snapped "I think even you should be able to figure it out,' Dear'." Joan retorted. Vera had really gotten under her skin. "Just watch your mouth, smart ass. I don't take shit from any stuck up, prissy, wimp like you `Dear.'" Joan took a deep breath to control her temper, but it didn't work. "Watch your mouth please! I don't like that kind of language around here." "Up yours, you stupid douche bag, I don't really give a shit what you like." Vera answered with a near snarl. "That's just enough." Joan retorted furiously, "Take your foul mouth out of my yard, don't ever block my driveway again, and stay off of my property." "Try and make me get off your property, you flaming twit, you're not woman enough to do it, and I'll park where I damn well please." Too furious to answer, Joan turned on her heel and started for her back door. Vera gave aloud snorting laugh. "I knew you were a gutless bag of shit, you stupid douche bag. Run inside where you belong, and keep your f___ing mouth shut from now on, or I'll shut it for you." Her very impressive bosom heaving in repressed fury, Joan stopped dead. As she started to turn around, Vera added, " I warned you, go on inside bitch, before you get hurt. I know how to handle twits like you." "Well you won't handle me, you annoying, gutter-mouthed trollop." Joan said, and took a step towards her obnoxious neighbor. She stood, hands on her broad hips in provocative challenging. "Back off bitch, I'm warning you." Vera snarled. Joan took a deep breath to reply, and moved a step closer, but before she could open her mouth, Vera kicked her in the shin. Vera's aim was perfect, and Joan felt the pain shoot through her leg. She found herself hopping on one foot. Hampered by her high heels, and tight skirt, she was off balance. Vera seized the advantage to grab a handful of Joan's silk blouse. She jerked Joan forward right into a vicious punch to her abdomen. Caught off guard, the breath whooshed from Joan's lungs. She sagged forward and Vera backhanded her across the face. Vera was wearing a leather driving glove and it really stung Joan's face. The slap brought sudden tears to Joan's eyes. "Oh you hateful guttersnipe!" She gasped. Vera laughed in her face."You wimpy little house wives are all alike, one punch, and you fold up like cream puffs." Contemptuously Vera slung the big, strong, elegantly dressed woman away from her. Her mind reeling, Joan was pitched, headfirst, into a clump of rose bushes, by the side of the path. Entangled by her tight clothes, Joan struggled to get up. Thorns scratched her face and tore at her blouse. "Ohh you miserable trollop you'll pay for this." Joan sobbed in humiliated frustration. As Joan struggled to free herself, she inadvertently thrust her broad, solid behind upward. It was prominently displayed, straining against the expensive material of her tight skirt. With a laugh of delight, Vera deliberately drew back her foot, and putting all her weight into it, kicked Joan in the behind. Vera's heavy hiking shoe landed squarely on Joan's delightful derriere. Joan sailed forward getting even more tangled up in the bushes. She sobbed even louder in frustration. Meanwhile Vera spotted the filled garbage can sitting by Joan's back door. Laughing raucously, she grabbed it, and upended it on Joan's head, dumping the filthy contents all over her very fastidious, awkwardly struggling, neighbor. Then Vera banged the can down on Joan's head. Joan saw stars. She tried to get up, but every thing was going around in circles, and she couldn't seem to move. Leaving Joan lying covered with filth, Vera sauntered down the driveway, laughing uproariously at the way she'd humiliated her beautiful, high toned neighbor. By the time poor Joan untangled herself, and got up, Vera had driven away. Still sniffling, Joan brushed the offensive reeking garbage off, as best she could. Her designer suit and favorite blouse were ruined, and she had never felt so humiliated. "Ohh that miserable slut." Joan choked as she stumbled inside. In the bathroom, Joan winced as she looked in the mirror. Her long, ebony black hair, just done yesterday, was a mare's nest of snarls. There was a large bump on her forehead, and her strongly muscled belly still ached from Vera's unexpected low blow. Her nylon panty hose had a ladder in them, where Vera had kicked her the shin and her beautiful face was scratched all over. "Ohh! Look what that bitch did to me." Joan groaned. Joan had never been in a real cat fight before. She'd always assumed, her amazing strength and muscle development would be decisive. Instead plump, clumsy looking, Vera had kicked her ass, literally. At the thought, Joan rubbed her still smarting behind. She hurt all over. She stripped off her ruined clothing, and stepped into the shower. Joan felt better, under the hot water. She thought of calling the Police, but she winced at the thought of the publicity. "Oh God, I can just see the headlines.`Famous Strong Woman beaten up in backyard brawl...Muscle Girl dumped in rose bush.' Well that's out. I've got to handle it myself." Joan resolved. Joan imagined her strong hands around Vera's fat neck. The thought made her feel a little better. She put on an old blouse, a pair of jeans and sneakers. When Joan went outside. Vera hadn't come back. Joan walked down the block to get her car. When she got there, she was rudely shocked to find someone had dumped a bushel of animal fertilizer in the front seat. Joan gagged at the disgusting sight, and worse smell. Too disgusted to drive the car, she furiously hurried home on foot. As she neared her house, she saw Vera just getting out of her jeep. She was parked right in Joan's driveway this time. "Oh you insufferable slut." Joan shouted. Vera was sauntering towards her own house. Joan ran after her and caught her. She grabbed Vera's shoulder and spun her around. "You dirty, insufferable louse." Joan screamed. Vera looked the seething, black haired woman up and down coolly. "Oh its you again. I thought you had enough for one day." "I won't have enough, until you've paid for what you've done to me and to my car." Joan spat furiously. "Doesn't Miss High and Mighty like a few terds in her front seat?" Vera taunted, confirming she had soiled Joan's car. Her careless contempt drove Jan nearly berserk. Joan hauled off to slug the hateful, insufferable blond, but Vera ducked her wild swing and countered with a jolt to Joan's high-set bosom. "Ow" Joan gasped, the pain fueled her fury. She hurled herself at the smaller woman. Joan's size and weight advantage and her red hot, fury knocked Vera over backward. Joan landed on top, swinging furiously at Vera's face. She was completely unmindful that Vera had planted a foot in her belly as they fell, unmindful that is, until she was flung head over heels by Vera's strong leg. Somersaulted over Vera's head, Joan landed with a jarring thud on her back. She sat up shaking her head to clear it. Vera scrambled to her feet, and kicked Joan in the small of the back. She grabbed two handfuls of long, black hair, and hauled the screaming bodybuilder to her feet. Before Joan knew what hit her, Vera hip tossed her to the ground again. Joan started to get up, but Vera landed another vicious kick, connecting directly with Joan's jaw. Joan saw stars. Hurt and confused, she sat on the ground trying to get her bearings. With her left hand, Vera grabbed a handful of Joan's blouse, and pulled her off balance, then holding her steady, she drove her fist into Joan's face. Blood spurted from Joan's beautiful, aquiline nose. It hurt so, Joan was afraid it was broken. She looked up through dazed, blue eyes, in time to see Vera's fist coming at her again. It was too late to avoid it. Joan took another vicious punch in the eye. Then Vera's fist cracked into Joan's left cheek. For a second, things got dark. Joan saw stars, but somehow she held on to consciousness. Her head swimming, Joan wrapped her arms around Vera's legs for support. Vera slammed her foot into Joan's belly, again, and again. Joan gagged and almost vomited. Vera threw the near helpless body builder over backwards. Joan was too stunned to move. Vera casually, but effectively, kicked Joan a few more times. Joan cried out at each kick, too befuddled, to avoid Vera's foot or protect herself. She looked up, and Vera stood over her, a foot on either side of her waist. Vera jumped and dropped her fat butt with all her weight behind it on Joan's aching middle. That nearly paralyzed the stricken bodybuilder with shock. Joan struggled weakly, but she couldn't dislodge the bleached blond from her belly. Vera reached down and ripped open Joan's blouse. Joan hadn't put on a bra, and her big beautiful boobs spilled out. Vera grabbed one in each hand. Viciously she twisted and pinched the thick, nipple spikes until Joan squawked at the excruciating pain. "You got nice big fat tits, I will say." Vera taunted. What a waste on a prissy, hoity- toity wimp like you though." She slapped Joan's face back and forth until Joan's ears rang. Under the blood, Joan's face flushed from the hard slaps. Vera noted one of Joan's eyes was swollen almost shut, and starting to discolor. She smiled at the shiner her beautiful neighbor would have when her husband came home that night. Joan continued to kick her long, powerfully curved legs. It didn't do any good. Vera didn't stop tormenting her, alternately slapping Joan's face or torturing her big sensitive breasts. Joan wept uncontrollably. She couldn't muster any of her formidable strength to defend herself. All she could do, was lie there helpless, with the neighborhood bully on top of her and take her "lumps," for as long as the vicious game pleased Vera. Finally, Vera got up and stood astride her beaten neighbor. Joan lay beneath her, unable to move, looking up helplessly at the triumphantly laughing bully. Vera leaned over and grabbed Joan's hair with both hands. She pulled Joan to a half sitting position. Joan wriggled uselessly. When Vera forced Joan's head between her fat naked thighs, there was nothing Joan could do to stop her, Vera pressed Joan's brutalized but still beautiful face into her crotch. Her fat, strong, legs tightened on Joan's head like a nut cracker. The gorgeous body builder's sobs were muffled by Vera's odious flesh. Vera squeezed and squeezed until Joan's big, spectacularly shaped, body went totally limp. Vera let the nearly unconscious beauty drop back on the ground. She leaned over and unzipped Joan's jeans. Joan was vaguely aware of what Vera was doing but there wasn't much she could do about it. She whimpered in protest, when Vera took hold of the jean legs, one in each hand, and with one quick swipe pulled them right of Joan's legs. Vera laughed in loud derision as she bared Joan's frilly panties. Joan had put on a new pair of flowered silk briefs, with lace trimmings. "Oh now aren't these pretty?" Vera chortled, before she grabbed them by the waist band and pulled them off Joan's wide, solid hips, then down her long, shapely legs exposing Joan's neat thatch and pretty, pink pussy to full view. For a moment Vera examined Joan's prone body, awed by the spectacular muscular development. "Jeeze if I'd known the bitch had muscles like that, I'd have thought twice before mixing it up with her." Vera thought. "Its lucky for me the stupid cow doesn't know how to use them in a fight." Joan realized she was lying nearly naked in her own front yard. She prayed no one would pass by and see her distress and humiliation. The humiliation of being helplessly stripped naked, by the hateful Vera was worse the painful beating she'd gotten. Vera, still laughing raucously, walked away triumphantly waving Joan's pretty, silk underwear over her head. Joan's manicured fingers clawed the dirt as she tried to get up somehow. She was weak as a kitten. Her vibrant, extraordinary, strength was drained away by the savage beating Vera had given her. All she could think about now, was how to get away and hide somewhere, before someone saw her naked and helpless like this. Joan struggled painfully to her hands and knees. Joan was beyond worrying that her broad muscular behind was sticking provocatively in the air. She looked around fearfully, praying Vera was no where near her. Then she saw Vera down the driveway by her jeep. "Oh God! What's she doing?" Joan wept quietly."Ohh that nasty bitch." Joan wept as she saw that Vera was tying her panties to the jeep's radio antenna as a souvenir of her victory. Joan ached to pay the bitch back, but for now, the one thing she needed was to get away from her. She finally staggered to her feet. Her long, gorgeous legs wobbled, coltishly, and her huge, high set, breasts heaved in anguish. She stumbled towards her house and hoped for safety. She began to lope awkwardly unmindful of her nakedness. The generous curves of Joan's magnificent body jiggled in abandon, and her big, gleaming, white buttocks, round and hard as beach balls, bobbed this way and that. Her slim tightly muscled waist and ridged belly jerked spasmodically as she gasped for breath. It wasn't until the long-legged beauty had almost reached her back door, that Vera saw her running. "Where you going Sweety? Don't you want to play with me any more?" Vera yelled. Then she ran to cut off Joan's escape, but Joan reached the door first. She flung herself through it, slammed it shut and turned the key, even as Vera began pounding on the glass panels. Terrified of Vera breaking in, Joan looked wildly around for some place to hide. She ran down the basement steps to the fully outfitted gym and exercise room, which even contained video equipment for taping her T.V. show. Standing undecided in the middle of the room like a beautiful, wild animal at bay, she heard the sound of breaking glass, and then the door slamming open. "Oh dear God!" Joan wept wringing her hands. Her head twisted wildly looking for some place, any place, to hide. By the wall was a large leather sofa. Joan ran desperately to it. She thrust her big near, naked body in back, and scrunched down behind it. Desperately she tried to still her frightened, whimpering sobs. She curled up defensively as Vera sauntered into the room. Vera looked around in surprise at the elaborate equipment in the room. Then she spied the pictures on the wall. Joan with celebrities. Joan posing in triumph in string bikinis. Joan accepting awards. Something clicked in Vera's mind. "Oh ho, so that's it." Vera chuckled. She cocked her head and listened. "Well she's got to be somewhere, there's no other doors." Then she heard the muffled desperate gasps of fear from behind the sofa. Vera walked to the sofa and gave a hard pull. There was Joan, frightened and naked, scrunched up in a ball, ignominiously hiding from the cruel bully. Joan screamed at sight of Vera. Her last shred of protection torn away, terror flooded through her like something alive. Gagging in terror, Joan suddenly lost control of her bladder and it emptied. Vera looked down to see the proud, beautiful bodybuilder, completely humbled now, groveling in a pool of her own urine. "Oh you're too precious for words." Vera laughed like a hyena. "I recognize you now. Our prissy little neighborhood housewife is really the great Joan Logan, the famous TV muscle girl. I've seen you on television, prancing around in your little string bikini, showing off all those big, strong muscles. What a pitiful phony you are. My stupid bastard of an ex-husband used to play with himself watching your show. He even bought a VCR tape of that stupid, Italian movie of yours, `Queen Of The Amazons.' He watched that all the time too. Shit, you're one of the reasons I left him. I wish he could nave seen me kicking your butt. Yeah, he should see you now, crying like a baby and peeing on the floor, you're so scared of ME." Naked, scared, and huddled at the bully's feet like a whipped dog, poor Joan listened miserably to Vera's taunts. Not satisfied with Joan's total humiliation, Vera went over to the video camera, pointed it at Joan and turned it on. "Oh stop, stop it! Turn that off, please! Oh you awful bitch." Joan whimpered miserably. After she'd fully recorded Joan's misery, Vera set the camera to point at the exercise mats, in the center of the room. She left it running and came back to get poor Joan. "Come on Joanie, Honey, we're not through yet! We're going to make a movie. Maybe I can sell it for a million bucks. We can call it: `Queen Of The Amazons Dethroned'. I guess since you're almost naked, I should be too." Vera added and slipped out of her clothes. Joan cowering in the angle between the couch and the wall, peaked out fearfully and saw Vera stripping. Vera's body was sturdy and dumpy, and not unattractive, though certainly nothing to compare with Joan's tall, majestic beauty. It was absurd. The unimpressive bleached blond was five inches shorter than Joan's five-eleven, and at about 140, twenty pounds lighter. She totally lacked anything like Joan's fabulous muscular development. Yet she had totally whipped Joan's ass. Joan still could hardly believe it, but she had the bruises, and pain aplenty, to prove it. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She felt an uncontrollable, gut- wrenching fear of the bleached blond She had never been exposed to physical violence until today, and it was a rude shock. "Oh God! I am a gutless wimp!" Joan thought in anguish. "If I were a real woman, I'd get up and throw her out of my home." But Joan couldn't bring herself to initiate a new conflict. Now Vera naked, but for leather gloves and hiking shoes came back to the couch. Eagerly she reached for Joan's leg. Joan squealed in fear, and tried to pull her legs up under her. She shrank back against the wall. Vera got hold of her leg anyway, and started to pull on it. Joan resisted, but she was jerked forward, her hard round bottom bouncing on the floor, through the pool of urine. Joan kicked and screamed, but Vera pulled her steadily toward the center of the room. Joan fell over backwards. She clawed at the floor, hoping uselessly, to halt her ignominious progress. "Bitch, bitch!" She screamed. "Leave me alone, leave me alone! Oh please...please leave me alone. Stop it, oh damn you, stop it, stop it now..please!" Joan wailed piteously, until Vera had pulled her squarely in front of the camera. Then she dropped Joan's leg. Vera spoke into the camera. "In this corner, there on the floor, we have the great Joan Logan, Queen Of The Amazons, World Champion Body Builder, and all around gutless wimp. And in this corner we have the great ME the new Queen Of The Amazons. Right Joanie baby?" Joan's only answer was a choked sob. Vera leaned over to grab her, but Joan twisted away on her belly, desperate to get away. It didn't work. Vera caught the tattered shreds of Joan's blouse, and as Joan struggled, ripped it off her arms, finishing her total denudement. Joan's broad muscular back rippled as she tried to escape, but Vera took her by the arm, and applied a come along hold. She levered Joan to her feet and spun her around, face to face. With contemptuous familiarity, Vera fondled one of Joan's enormous, impudently tilted breasts, She hefted it in her hand, in mocking disbelief at its size, playing to the camera. Joan had recovered enough to try to slap Vera's offending hand away, but her feeble, effort was useless. Vera staggered the bigger woman with a slap across the face. She nearly knocked Joan off her feet. It was obvious that in her present state, at least, poor Joan was no match for the dirty blond. Joan cringed visibly, at the stinging slap, and mewed at the pain. She barely resisted, when Vera grabbed her arm, and easily twisted it behind her in a hammer lock. Vera forced Joan's face to the camera, to catch the look of pained shock on Joan's ravaged face. It seemed sacrilegious to see such exquisite, classic beauty marred by lumps, bruises and a swollen, discolored, right eye. Joan's sobs grew louder, as Vera relentlessly levered her arm. further and further, up her back, with sharp, hard jerks. Holding Joan's arm in place with her left hand, Vera reached her right around in front of Joan, and possessively grasped her big right breast again. She held the big, erect globe captive in her gloved hand and squeezed it painfully between her strong fingers. Joan's marvelously, molded belly, flexed and quivered, outlining her ridged muscles, as she struggled hopelessly to free herself. Not satisfied with the pain she was causing to Joan's breast, Vera started to knee her in the behind. When Joan tried to pry Vera's hand away from her captive breast, her hand fluttered uselessly, emphasizing her weakness. She wailed in anguish, as her amazonian body proved pitifully inadequate to free herself from her cruel captor. The only result of Joan's fruitless struggle, was to more fully display her heroic muscles and delightfully feminine curves to the camera. Her huge, left, breast, unhampered, heaved and trembled on her broad muscular chest. The long, choral, nipple spike grew hard and erect in agitation, and the small aureole puckered at the pain. Now that she had fully exposed the beautiful, bodybuilder's naked helplessness for the camera; Vera let go of Joan's trapped arm, and slid both arms around her captive's sinuous waist, and locked them in a tight bear hug. She squeezed with remorseless pressure until poor Joan gasped for breath. The globes of Joan's enormous bosom bulged outward, emphasizing their amazing firmness and abundant fullness. Joan grimaced in pain, as Vera's arms cut into her belly, squeezing her nearly senseless. Vera flexed her own back, and lifted Joan's huge body right off the floor. Joan squealed as her feet left that relative security. Overwhelmed by her total helplessness, tormented fearful wails were Joan's only outlet. Her long rounded, tightly muscled, legs kicked wildly, but ineffectually. She struggled hysterically absolutely terrified, but Vera ignored her struggles and squeezed tighter and tighter. Vera's grip grew intolerable, and Joan's wails died away to tormented gasps. She tried to suck a little air into her tortured lungs. Her long mane of tangled ebony hair tossed wildly, as she fought to get free. Finally Joan sagged limply in Vera's arms. Then Vera let Joan drop to her hands and knees like a stone. Vera leaned over the crouching bodybuilder. Roughly, she pulled Joan's legs out from under her, by the ankles. Joan fell flat. Her huge breasts splattered against the floor. The pain in her sensitive boobs was excruciating. Vainly trying to get away from Vera, Joan twisted over on her back, but Vera straddled her, and squatted on her flat belly. Joan trembled fearfully drained of any strength to resist. At every agonized gasp for breath, Joan's enormous boobs heaved in quick, little jerks. Even lying on her back they were amazingly erect and upthrust. Nonchalantly, Vera slapped Joan's face a few more times, just to demonstrate her mastery over the beaten beauty for the camera. Besides it was fun to make a beautiful TV celebrity, famous for her formidable strength, cringe fearfully. Then she took hold of Joan's trembling right breast, and rubbed the huge globe against her own obscenely bushy, black pubic thatch. Having Vera's fat, naked body on top of her, rubbing against her creamy nude flesh had been bad enough, but when Vera did that, poor Joan almost retched in disgust. Vera bounced her fat bottom up and down on Joan's agonized belly. Joan tried to tense her normally powerful abdominal muscles, but they were weak and limp as dough. Sensing Joan's muscular weakness, Vera hopped off the prone, black haired girl and knelt beside her. She drove her fist repeatedly down into Joan's lower belly, driving deep into the weakened sheath of muscles. Joan's body went rigid, in a spasm of agony. Her legs jack knifed, then fell limply back to the floor, helplessly splayed apart. Vera leaned over the terrified beauty, and took hold of Joan's crotch with her right hand. Joan whimpered in terror. Pathetic little sounds were all her breathless lungs could manage. Worse was to come. Vera slid her thumb deeply down inside Joan's pussy, and at the same time worked two fingers into Joan's tightly puckered, rather tiny anus. Breathless as she was, Joan shrieked with ear splitting power. Having the detestable, vicious blond's hands actually inside her body was worse for Joan than being raped by some brute of a man. "Aawwwwrrrrr," Joan screamed again in horror. "Let go! Let go! Oh you hateful bitch, you hateful, hateful, perverted, dirty bitch, let go! Oh let me go please." Her voice sank to a pleading whimper. Once again, Joan's big body jack knifed into a sitting position. Vera's horrendous, vice like, grip never loosened though, and with her free hand she wrapped a tangled strand of Joan's ebony hair around her hand. With the double grip, the big bodybuilder was helplessly under her control. Vera forced her up on her feet. Vera squeezed her right hand, and twisted at Joan's vitals. Joan beat at Vera with both hands, striking her again and again. It didn't do any good, Vera just laughed off Joan's enfeebled blows. Joan's magnificent legs turned to jelly and she almost fell, but Vera's cruel hand held her erect. Using Joan's throat and crotch, Vera lifted the bigger, heavier girl into the air. First she lifted Joan's feet off the floor. Then, displaying amazing strength, she hoisted poor Joan's whole body chest high. Then with a heave, she raised Joan's wildly struggling 160 pounds high above her head. Joan dangled, helplessly, shrieking in shocked, humiliated terror. Her big rounded legs and long elegantly muscled arms, the envy of half the female athletes in the world, kicked and waved uselessly. The pressure on Joan's violated privates was intolerable, as most of her weight rested there. The last of Joan's endurance seeped away. She was near passing out, when Vera flung her to the floor in a brutal power slam. Joan hit the floor with a loud thud. Her tortured body shuddered uncontrollably as she curled up defensively. Weakly, she clutched at her violated sex organs, vainly seeking to ease the raw, throbbing pain left by Vera's vicious assault. Vera took a bow for the camera. Then she leaned over her cringing, humiliated victim. She cupped Joan's chin, and forced her battered, hauntingly, beautiful face into camera range. "There's something I want you to do for me now Joanie, Honey." Joan didn't answer, she was sobbing too hard. Vera leaned over. She whispered a few words in the weeping woman's ear. When she heard what Vera said, Joan began to wail brokenly, "N-no, n-n-no I'll,I'll n-never, never do that! Oh you loathsome perverted animal!" Vera cut her off. "Oh you'll do it all right Honey. I'll see that you do. That's O.K. though, I like to make you do things, you're so easy. Its a lot of fun even if its not much of a challenge." Vera dropped Joan's head almost absentmindedly. She looked around, and her eye fell on an unattached, electric appliance cord. Quick as a striking snake, she swooped down, scooped it up, and returned to the helplessly cowering, female bodybuilder. Joan still huddled in a broken heap on the exercise mat, where Vera had flung her. Her upper body and big boobs rested on the floor. Her hands clutched her crotch. Her knees were drawn up under her, as though she were kneeling. She was conveniently facing away from the camera, just the way Vera wanted her. Vera faced Joan's legs, and the camera. She leaned down and wrapped her left arm around Joan's vibrantly muscled waist. She lifted Joan's heavy body up so that the bodybuilder's big, muscular bottom pointed right at the camera. Joan's feet touched the floor, but she was bent over double, so her head and arms also dangled down to touch it. Her awkward position made her dizzy along with every thing else. Joan's big, solidly, rounded, thighs trembled and shook. Vera took special pains, and great delight, to ignominiously display Joan's big, delectable nether cheeks to the camera. Big and boldly jutting, dramatically set off from big muscled thighs by crisp half moon creases, the creamy globes of hard, rubbery muscle quivered and trembled enchantingly, in fear of Vera. Joan wailed helplessly, when she realized what Vera had in store for her. She wriggled and kicked her long legs . It didn't do any good because Vera's arm squeezed her middle relentlessly, holding her powerless. Vera doubled the cord in her right hand, then redoubled it. She licked her thick lips eagerly, in anticipation, but then paused to let Joan dangle in suspense At last Vera raised her right arm high and brought it down with all her might, cutting viciously across Joan's vulnerably exposed bottom. Joan's wail increased in volume to a shriek of outraged shock. The twice doubled cord left four fiery lines burning across the creamy flesh of both buttocks. Instantly, Vera struck again, even harder, getting the range now. Four more fiery lines crisscrossed the first four. High pitched, agonized shrieks echoed through the entire large house. After Vera struck a third time, it was impossible to count the fiery streaks that branded poor Joan's behind. Joan jumped and danced every which way, to try to ease the scalding pain. First she hopped on one foot, then the other, but no matter, Vera's implacable grip never loosened. Vera shouted in glee, and increased the tempo of her assault, whipping her unfortunate, helpless, victim with joyful, savage, fury. Joan went nearly mad at the burning agony. Her jutting buttocks, crisscrossed repeatedly by hellish lines of fire, looked as though she'd sat on a red-hot, waffle iron. Joan's shrieks died to hoarse, harshly rasping sobs. She couldn't stop begging and pleading to the heartless Vera. She was beyond pride. "Pl-please, oh God pleeeaassse Vera. St-stoppp, oh please stop it, I can't stand it anymore. Please I'll do anything, (sob) anything... if you'll just stop hitting me... I will! I will! I promise...(sob) oh please, please Vera...Vera for God's sake, (sob)... please, I can't stand it anymore!" Vera put so much enthusiasm into blistering her helpless neighbor's bottom, that at last her arm grew tired. Joan's pitiful, tormented pleas had no part in her stopping. She'd loved every sob and tearful whimper. Joan's poor bottom was like raw, red meat when Vera let go of her elegantly, slim waist. The big beautiful, TV star dropped to her knees, tottered a moment, and then dropped down on her hands, desperately afraid of falling backward on her savagely mutilated behind. Vera stepped in front of Joan, and pulled her head up by the hair. Vera's eyes gleamed in triumph as she sneered down into the kneeling woman's battered, yet still gorgeous, face. Vera arched her abdomen into Joan's face, with an offensive, obscene gesture. "O. K. bitch you know what's next!" Her spirit broken, Joan choked back a sob, and nodded her head dumbly in assent. "No bitch, say it, what are you going to do for me? Tell the camera what you're going to do for me." Joan choked on the hateful words she was too scared not to say. "I-I. I'm going to eat y-y-your pussy." Joan quavered, her voice breaking in horror. "Get going then bitch! I'm waiting." Vera crowed. Joan gagged in disgust. She swallowed hard. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight of Vera's unkempt, ugly, black thatch. Reluctantly her head darted forward, as Vera pressed her flaming face against the harsh wiry bush. Joan parted her bruised, sensuous lips, and with a sob of resignation, stuck out her pretty, pointed, pink tongue. Ingenuously, she licked gingerly. "Put some feeling into it bitch! I'm allowing you a real privilege." Vera ordered, grabbing Joan's ears and giving them a savage twist for emphasis. Too terrified of the brutal, bleached blond to disobey, Joan extended her tongue to its utmost, and slid it into Vera's body. She licked and sucked frantically, and her bruised lips worked against Vera's hairy nether lips with energy if not enthusiasm. Vera started jiggling and shaking as Joan' terror compensated for her innocent lack of expertise. Vera came quickly with explosive force. Unsatisfied Vera made Joan continue without pause, until Vera had came several more times. All the while, Vera twisted and tore at Joan's ears, if the pitiful, young matron's tongue faltered. After her fifth orgasm, Vera let the exhausted Joan go. Without Vera's hands to support her, Joan fell flat on her belly. Her face was smeared with Vera's excretions, and with her own tears and blood. Her tongue ached right down to the roots, and her lips were mashed and smeared like jelly. Mercifully Joan swooned as she fell to the floor. When Joan awoke sometime later, her beautiful body was aflame with agony. She was so stiff she could barely move. She noticed her head was sopping wet and her hair matted. She sniffed. In horror and disgust she realized Vera had urinated on her face while she was unconscious. She came near vomiting at the realization, but she swallowed hard a few times and finally got her queasy stomach under control. Pitifully humiliated, the beaten bodybuilding champion dragged her tormented body to the shower, the second time that day, she'd showerec after a devastating defeat. It was a long, long time, before she crept out to face the mirror. Joan began to weep all over again seeing the fearful damage Vera had done to her magnificent body, and exquisite face. "I can't let Jack or the kids see me this way!" She whimpered. In spite of the agony every move cost her, Joan staggered to her room. She packed a bag as quickly as she could and called a cab to take her to the airport. Joan wore the largest, dark glasses she could find, to hide a little of the damage. Every time Joan sat down, or once seated moved in the slightest, her poor, savagely abused bottom blazed agonizingly. She took the first available flight to a Health Farm. She owned a partial interest in it, and she'd be able to recuperate and get her strength back, and maybe her courage. It was three weeks before Joan's wounds healed and she felt ready to come home and seek revenge.