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.