Dream Phone Encounter (or The Start of a Beautiful Friendship) [The attached story is a fantasy. That is to say it is one of my fantasies. If this isn't your fantasy that is fine. But DON'T write and tell me why you didn't like the fantasy or the situation. They are what excites me and I don't expect them to impact you the same way. DO write and tell me where the writing sucks, or where you would have done something differently to improve the story - I am trying to get better at this. I am not a professional writer, although I'm told the only difference is that I don't get paid for this. If you like stories of women far stronger and more skilled than the men they meet, you may find some enjoyment in these stories. Many of these stories are extremely violent, explicit, and graphic in nature. You must be over 18 to read this.] Send comments to: MilesEn@aol.com "Maybe you can help me," the message began. The woman's voice was deep and throaty. Not really a terribly sexy voice, Joe thought as he listened, more throaty in the way that she had smoked too many cigarettes over the years. Kind of like Demi Moore with a Brooklyn accent - but very confident and almost intimidating in its manner. The message continued, "I seem to be getting in fights all the time, at school, at work, in the gym, everywhere I go I keep meeting these assholes. I smash them with my fists, and make them beg to Eileen. It turns me on. I've been fighting since I was a little girl and have never found the man that can even test me. I love to fight, but I'm running out of opponents. I hurt all of these wimps so bad, they never come back for more. No matter how big they are I make them cry. The big bodybuilders, they're all just wimps. I show them who's boss, Eileen, that's who. I make them beg for mercy, afraid that I may kill them with my bare hands. I hurt them bad and put them in the hospital. But they tell their friends, and now they won't fight me. They're all afraid of me. I can't find anyone who will fight me. Maybe you can be my next victim." In the rest of the message Eileen described herself and some of her fights in a graphic manner, but Joe wasn't really listening anymore. "Could it really be true?" he said to himself. "Could this be the woman I'm looking for?" She gave a mail box number where she could be contacted. With trembling fingers, Joe punched the code and replied. "My name's Joe Hutchins and I don't know if your message was for real or not, but - if this is for real, I have some men I would love to see you fight. I have a fledgling company that makes videos of women fighting and I would love to find someone who could actually do the things you say you can. I've met some of these so called tough women in the past, but they haven't been able to do the job. Maybe you're the answer to my prayers." Not really expecting an answer he left his home phone number and when he could be contacted. He knew that if this woman was for real this was just the type of message that would push her buttons. The next night when he got home , Joe's answering machine showed he had a message. He punched the button and was surprised to hear Eileen's voice on the tape. "How dare you ask if this is for real," she began. "I've broke men in two for less than that. I'll let it slide this one time but don't make me mad again. Call me if you want to arrange for my services." She left a number where she could be reached. Joe sat on the bed and listened, astounded. He didn't really think he would get a response. Just trying not to get his hopes up, he reasoned. He replayed the message, writing down the number. He called the number and heard Eileen's gravely voice on the other end. They talked for an hour where she assured him she could beat any man he put in front of her. Probably two at a time, with one hand tied behind my back, she said. He arranged for her to come to his beach house, and pay for her time. She agreed but balked at taking the train. "Not a dignified way to travel," she said. Joe lied that he couldn't afford a plane trip (mainly he didn't want to spend much time on what was probably a hoax anyway) and the train would only take a few hours to get from New York to Maryland, he reasoned. He felt the deal slipping away when he changed tacks. "It's probably for the best anyway," he began. "These guys are real huge and say that no woman could ever beat them. They're probably right. I like my videos to be real and if the man wins so be it. I wouldn't want you to get hurt - or worse." "Don't play that psychology shit with me," Eileen replied angrily. "It doesn't matter how big they are, they're only men. Tell you what, I wouldn't mind a trip to the beach. You pay the fare and arrange everything. I'll see you next weekend." Joe could barely keep his mind on the details for the rest of the conversation. He made all of her travel arrangements, now to set up the fights. He had his first opponent for Eileen in mind immediately. Joe had started his company 'Tough Girls Unlimited' after he had won the lottery for 10 million dollars. Not having to worry about money anymore he quit work and set about living his fantasies. He had always been attracted to strong women and enjoyed watching videos of women wrestling and fighting. Most of them he found really bad, with poorly staged action and men pretending to be beaten. Or the guys were just wimps, half the size of the woman. What Joe fantasized about was a woman who could beat up a really big guy, maybe even a bodybuilder. He wanted his company to specialize in fights where the woman actually could do the things shown in the fight. He quickly found the problem to be that he was unable to find women who fit his needs. He found some bodybuilders and wrestlers who could handle a small guy, but none who could give him his dream. He wanted a girl who could dominate a big, tough man. A man who was trying his hardest to win, but was unable to overcome the skill and strength of his female opponent. Joe had been unable to find such a woman to date. He had thought he might have found one with Kate. Kate was a big bodybuilder Joe had met and dated about a year ago. She had an exceptionally muscular body and had been terrific in bed. Kate also had an ego and wanted to show Joe that she could beat up any man - no matter how big. The match she set up turned out to be a disaster. She got a big huge bodybuilder from her gym named Tony to fight her. The deal was that he got a hundred dollars for showing up, and 500 if he won. Tony demolished Kate from the start, he appeared to relish in dealing out punishment to the woman. Finally, Joe could stand no more and jumped in trying to pull the big man off of her. Tony ended up beating both of them and taking his 500 dollars. Joe never heard from Kate again, and much to his chagrin the tape of the fight became his best seller to date. It appeared there was a faction out there who wanted to see the man win. Joe was beginning to doubt he would ever find the woman of his dreams. He continued to make videos, with the same phony action and staged endings as the other companies but it wasn't satisfying to him. As Joe entered the gym he saw Tony on the bench press. He looked even bigger than Joe had remembered. Tony was about 6'4" and must have weighed around 250 pounds. And all of it was muscle. He wasn't sculpted like a professional bodybuilder but he was large and solid and very tough looking. His face was ugly and pocked from a youth ravaged by acne, now it only served to intensify his tough image. As Joe watched Tony pumped out 5 reps with an impressive amount of weight on the bar. He sat up, shaking his arms out from the lift and saw Joe approaching. "Hey limpdick," he shouted at Joe. "Got any more skirts for me to beat up on? I haven't had a good time like that in a while." Tony got off the bench and walked over towards Joe. "Or maybe I should just beat on you again, you made a lot of money on me the last time." How did he know about the video, Joe thought "I don't know what you're talking about" Joe countered, "I lost a girl friend over that fight." Joe backed away from the big man instinctively. "Yeah, sure," Tony muttered. "I heard about that video that you sold with me beating the shit out of your girlie, and I want in on the action - or I'll take it out of your hide." Tony reached out and grabbed Joe by the shirt. "I'll tell you what," Joe stuttered. "We'll make another video. If you win you get a thousand dollars and a piece of whatever it makes as a video. What do you say." "You want me to fight another chick," Tony laughed. "What the fuck, if you want to pay me to pound some dame, I'm game. You just make sure you got the money when I take her." Tony pushed Joe across the room. Joe told him where to meet and the time. He left, hoping that Eileen was as good as she said she was. Joe waited for the train to get in. It was a hot night and he was sweating. The train station was in a slightly seedy neighborhood and he was regretting not sending Eileen on a plane. He looked around at the people around him and hoped the train was on time. The train pulled in and the passengers got off. Joe was starting to think she wasn't here when he saw a girl get off. She was about 5' 9" and moved with an energy and confidence that was obvious to Joe from across the room. As she got off the train she pushed through the crowd like they were beneath her. She looked around at the world with what looked like a permanent sneer and Joe knew it had to be Eileen. She's going to get killed was Joe's first thought as he watched her. She was nowhere near large enough to take on a man like Tony. Joe's hopes died. Reluctantly, Joe moved over to her and introduced himself. Her voice was just like on the phone. Up close she looked good. Eileen was younger than Joe had thought, about 20 or so. She had shortish dark hair and a rather pretty face only marred by the scowl that seemed to be on her face all the time. Her body was firm and appeared hard, but not as muscular as Joe had hoped. She had large breasts that were well supported by broad shoulders. He could see the veins in her arms but her biceps were nowhere near the size of Kate's. She wore a tight T-shirt and jean shorts that showed nice, well toned legs. She would do well in my videos, Joe thought, but no way can she stand up to a brute like Tony. He hoped he could talk her out of the fight. As they got in his car and drove away, Eileen closed her eyes. "You're disappointed aren't you?" she asked. Joe began to shake his head. "No I can tell - I'm not what you expected. Well I'm everything you ever dreamed of buddy and can do everything I said and more." She looked out the side window and sat up straight in the car. Joe noticed how her breasts jutted forth as she moved. "And I think you need a little demonstration." Joe had stopped at a red light and suddenly Eileen opened the door and shot out of the car. Joe was stunned as he watched her go off into the night. He quickly saw what she was going to do and he was scared. "Get back her you idiot," he yelled. "You're going to get yourself killed." He pulled the car to the curb and ran after her. Eileen ran down an alley where two gang toughs were robbing a man. They had no weapons that she could see they were simply beating on the guy. They were both about 6 feet and appeared to be in pretty good shape. The victim was a little guy in a suit. Boy was he in the wrong neighborhood she thought. She ran up to within a few feet and stopped. She put her hands on her hips and spoke to the creeps. "Hey guys how about something a little more interesting to play with." "Go away bitch," one of the toughs yelled, "We got no time for whores right now. But stick around, after we take this guys money we might be up for a little action though". They continued to beat on the suit. "You shouldn't have called me bitch," Eileen replied. She took a few steps stepping right up to the one who spoken to her, "it makes me cranky." Suddenly her fist shot out and clubbed the guy on the side of his head. He let out a yell and flew to the ground. The other guy let go of the suit and lunged at her. She blocked his clumsy punch and delivered a powerful blow to his midsection. The breath flew out of his lungs and he bent over in pain. She sent another shot to his belly and then grabbed his shoulders and delivered a wicked knee into his face. The guy flew back screaming and landed on the pavement, unmoving. Eileen calmly walked over to the other guy who was just pulling himself off the ground. He looked up in amazement as the girl put her left hand under his chin and lifted. Her right hand blurred as it pounded into his cheek. He was unconscious before he hit the ground. Eileen picked up the suit's wallet handed it to him and walked over to where Joe had watched the whole encounter. "Satisfied?" she asked and walked back over to the car. Joe was stunned. She had KO'd two pretty big guys in a matter of seconds! It had been easy for her. Joe found he had a big hardon as he began to think she might be able to give Tony a good battle. He could barely contain himself as he got back in the car. "That was incredible," he gushed. "They were stupid," she replied. "They were slow and didn't recognize me as a threat. Too bad for them. I hope your guy isn't as easy. I could use a challenge." Joe described Tony and told Eileen about his last fight with Kate. She grunted and fell asleep as Joe continued to talk all the way back to his house. The next day Joe confided that he was still concerned for her safety. "Tony's a big guy, who would like nothing better than to beat the crap out of you," Joe said. "I'll make you a deal, if you think I can't handle myself after you watch me work out, I'll agree to drop out," she replied. Joe took her to his gym (not the same one Tony worked out at). He watched in amazement as she came out in her workout outfit, tight shorts and a halter. She's better built than I thought, Joe thought as he watched her go through her stretching exercises. Her chest was still her most prominent feature and it busted (bad pun) forth from her frame. Her arms were hard and had a nice muscle as she flexed for him. The veins began to appear as she moved and her body took on a light sheen of perspiration. Not as big as some female bodybuilders, but a nice frame with impressive hardness. Her abdomen was firm and ridged. Her legs were full and appeared ominous. Joe began to daydream about being between those legs as she began her lifting. Joe was again amazed at what this girl could do. She benched 250 pounds for 5 reps. Her chest heaved even more impressively as she cranked out the weight. As she did dumbbell raises with 80 pound weights Joe was unable to keep his eyes off of her breasts as they contracted and threatened to burst from her top. Her muscles bulged as she moved into other areas of her body. She continued to work and impress Joe with the amount of weight she could move. A 400 pound squat ended her weight workout. Next she did some shadow boxing. As she moved she told Joe her story. She bobbed and weaved and threw her fists in a dizzying variety of jabs and hooks. Almost too fast to see, Joe was mesmerized by their movements as she talked. "I was always a tough girl," she began. "When I was a kid I beat up my older brothers on a regular basis. I found I enjoyed it and set out to learn how to get even better. I went to a local gym and got one of the trainers to teach me how to box. Soon I could do any move he asked for. I begged him to let me spar with some of the guys but he refused. So, I took matters into my own hands. I challenged some of the guys to matches. The lighter ones that were close to my size. I beat them easy. It gave me such a thrill." Joe continued to watch her amazed at what this girl, while only 32 he had a hard time not thinking of any one at 20 as anything but a girl, was capable of. As he watched he began to long to touch her hard body and massage her muscles. He continued to daydream and was not listening to her as she talked. She snapped him out of it. "Hey Hutchins," she yelled. "You listening to me?" Joe woke from his reverie and looked at her again. "You were really out in left field, can't say that I blame you looking at this bod in motion," she smiled as she talked. "Still think I can't handle the big goof?" She stood with her hands on her hips, her body glistening with sweat. Her tight body etched in muscle, a look of supreme confidence on her face. Joe found that her face was quite attractive when she smiled. He vowed to try and make her do it more often. "Yeah," he replied dreamily. "I think you'll do just fine." Joe spent the rest of the day getting the equipment ready for the fight. He set cameras throughout the studio that acted as his ring. He put one at every conceivable angle not wanting to miss any of this action. He linked all of them to a central control unit. He would leave each one running the whole fight and he would man the main camera himself. His assistant, Charlie would run the other close-up camera and make sure the remainder of the camera's stayed in good working order. Charlie was also an editing whiz and would take all the shots and create the final product. They just finished up as Tony arrived. Joe told Charlie to get a pre fight interview as he finished up in here. As he set the final setting Eileen walked in. She had on a pair of black leather shorts that clung nicely to her tanned legs. She had a black halter top with silver sequins all over it that barely contained her breasts. Black high heeled pumps and a leather cap completed the outfit. The effect was very sexy and Joe was unable to speak as he looked at her. "Thanks," she said and beamed down at Joe. "Is that him?" she asked as she pointed to one of the monitors. Her smile was definitely dazzling and Joe was slow to respond. "Yeah that's him, you might want to see this." Joe turned up the sound on the monitor and zoomed in as Charlie interviewed Tony. Tony was talking, "There's no chick alive who can handle me, I mean come on." He flexed his large biceps and flashed them for the camera. "Look at these babies, and you want to say that some woman can handle these? Maybe - if she looks good, I might even take her right on the floor. That would be fun," Tony sneered as he continued to describe the massacre he expected. As she watched him talk, the smile left Eileen's face. She clenched her fists and her entire body tightened into a knot. Joe swore he heard her fists clenched as she scowled at the camera. The look on her face was frightening. "Yeah," she said. "This guy needs an attitude adjustment, real bad." She began to move out into the studio. "Hey," Joe called after her. "Don't knock him out too quickly, we got to get enough tape out of this." Eileen smiled back at Joe. "Don't worry, and thanks for believing in me." She moved into the room where Tony had been interviewed and did her own pre-fight talk. She redid a little of her history as she shadow boxed to warm up. "What's your prediction for the fight?" Charlie asked her. Smiling, she remembered the line by Mr. T in Rocky III. "Pain," she said with an evil smile on her face. "My prediction is for a lot of pain." Tony was in the studio. He was wearing a pair of shorts and high top tennis shoes. He was walking around the studio flexing his muscles and yelling "Where's the bitch?" Eileen entered from the other end of the studio. "The bitch is right here," she said. "Let's get it on stud." She got into a boxers crouch and approached the much bigger man. Tony laughed as he saw Eileen. "Honey, you are out of your league." He mimicked her boxing stance and went out to meet her. Joe and Charlie had all the cameras running. As they got close, Eileen's left hand darted out in a quick jab, catching the man squarely on the nose. Two more quick jabs were followed by a hard right to the side and Tony stepped back. "Damn, she's fast," Tony thought. "That blow actually stung a little bit, I need to change my strategy." He came back in the boxing stance and when he got close he lunged at the girl. Taking her by surprise, Eileen instinctively shot out a weak right into Tony's face. He absorbed the blow and engulfed Eileen throwing her into the wall. Holding her in place with his left arm, he shot three of his hardest blows into her midsection. He was impressed with the hardness of her abdomen as he was unable to feel any give in her musculature as he pounded her. Switching to the kidney he rattled off three more punches. Lifting her off the ground he slammed her to the floor. Approaching her, Tony posed for the cameras. As he got close, Eileen kicked her feet into his chest and pushed him away. Scrambling to her feet she winced at the pain in her side. "Screwed up," Eileen thought. "Just because I was boxing didn't mean he was. This is a fight, remember dummy," she chastised herself. "Well I can play that game too," she thought as she got back in her boxers stance. "Tough bitch," Tony conceded. "Gave her some of my best shots and she's back on her feet. May have to get rough." He circled around and sneered at the girl. "Here I come, bitch," he announced as he again lunged at her. Eileen stepped smartly to the side and kicked Tony hard in the gut. He wheezed and went to his knees. She followed up by raising her arms above her head and pounding on his back in a double hammer blow. Tony crashed to the floor with a thud. Yelling ferociously he jumped to his feet and picked the girl up. Holding her overhead he screamed for the cameras. Then he flung her to the floor with all his might. As she lay there winded Tony began to kick her. Over and over he kicked and stepped on the girl with all his weight and power behind the blows. Eileen tried to roll out of the way but was unable to avoid many of the shots into her face and body. She began to yell in pain from the kicks. "Oh shit," Joe whispered. He was beginning to think he had made another terrible mistake. He was frozen in place as he filmed Eileen's screams. His stomach felt sick as he watched what he felt was the girl's destruction. Desperate, Eileen rolled into Tony and grabbed his legs. Lifting with all her strength she toppled him onto the ground. She rolled on top and threw her best karate chop between his legs. It connected with a clank. Her knuckles stung as she rolled away and climbed groggily to her feet. "Of course he's wearing a cup, you idiot," she thought as she surveyed her damage. "Mostly cosmetic, some cuts and bruises no real damage. Maybe if I play possum I can catch the big guy off guard. Tony got to his feet, laughing as he watched Eileen. "I'm surprised you're still on your feet," he said to the girl. "I'm impressed. But it only prolongs the inevitable," he said as he again advanced on the girl and grabbed her by the shoulders. Rolling out Eileen managed to throw Tony over in a well timed monkey toss. She heard the big man land with a "whoof" a few feet away from her. Bridging to her feet, she got behind Tony and threw lefts and rights into his back. Aiming for his kidneys she shot out four quick blows. Enraged, Tony spun around and knocked Eileen to the ground. He grabbed her and lifted her off the ground in a terrific bear hug. He squeezed with all his strength and smiled at the girl's panicked face. "Ready to give up yet honey," he taunted. Releasing one hand he began to fondle her breasts. She cursed and tried to move the big man's paw from her body. As he felt her begin to move he again used both arms to crush the girl. Eileen struggled but was unable to move. Tony was strong and was crushing her already bruised ribs. Finally, with a tremendous effort she managed to remove her right arm from his hug. Drawing it back, she slugged Tony on the bridge of the nose. Tony staggered back, but maintained the hold and squeezed even harder. Screaming, Eileen bridged back and threw another shot into the same spot. Blood began to trickle from the man's nose as she repeated the blow twice more. She felt the pressure lighten as Tony staggered back. Encouraged, she let loose with her mightiest effort directly into his nose. It landed with a crack, and she knew she had broken his nose. His eyes began to tear, and he dropped the girl to the floor. Rolling away from the enraged man, Eileen jumped to her feet. As Tony turned towards her, she stepped and delivered a perfect kick under his chin. He crumpled to the floor and rolled around in pain. Eileen took a moment to collect her breath and then followed in on her advantage. Tony managed to swipe his arms out and trip her to the floor. From the ground she lifted her leg and used it to club Tony on the back of the head. His head bounced off the floor and he yelled in pain. She kicked again and saw with satisfaction that the blood was flowing freely from his nose now. As he rolled on the floor Eileen got up and approached him. On his knees Eileen stood a foot or two taller than the behemoth. Lifting his face with her left she began to pummel his face with her right using all the downward force she could muster. Unable to stop the blows Tony could only wince in pain and try to escape her grasp. He was unable to move and watched in fear as she continued to punch his unprotected face. "Go, go!" Joe screamed as he watched. His hardon bulged as he watched Eileen punch him in the face repeatedly. She punished the man, the blows coming almost too fast to count. Over and over her hand crashed into his face, which became more and more unrecognizable as she continued. Both his eyes were black and beginning to close. His nose was tilting noticeably to the left and his lips and cheeks were covered in bruises. After almost 5 minutes of punching she released Tony and he slumped to the ground. He rolled in pain, still conscious but unable to move. Eileen rolled him onto his back and placed her heel on his stomach. Flexing for the camera, she waved at Joe. Getting a close up of Eileen's body, Joe almost came in his pants. Taking his hair, Eileen lifted Tony up. He was out on his feet and Eileen was almost having to support his entire body weight. She pushed him into the corner of the room and began to flick shots into his body. As she warmed up she peppered his ribs with lefts and rights. Tony kept trying to fall, but Eileen would grab him and throw him back into the corner. Satisfied with the bruises that were developing she stopped and held him against the wall. He was all but unconscious unable to focus his eyes. She slapped him hard twice across his face, trying to revive him a little. "Hey stud," she yelled into his ear. "Ready to give up yet? I need an answer wimp," she said as she shot her knee into his rib cage. He screamed in pain and began to mumble incoherently. "What was that, I don't understand," she laughed. Reeling back she threw her hardest punch into his heart. He screamed in pain as she delivered two more hard shots to the same spot. His body began to spasm as she released him and he crumpled to the floor. She walked around for a minute, making a show of fixing her hair and replacing the hat that had fallen off earlier in the fight. Tony was just now beginning to struggle back to his knees. He cowered as he saw Eileen approach. "No more lady, you win," he pleaded his palms up in supplication. "Oh, now I'm lady," Eileen sneered. "Before I was bitch. Well I'm not ready to stop yet." She grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, wimp boy, defend yourself." She threw a hard left into his face and Tony fell to the floor. "Get up boy before I kill you." She lifted his head and kicked him under the chin. His body rolled across the room coming to a stop only when he hit the wall. Eileen walked over to the big man and stepped on his hand with her high heel, skewering it with her sharpened pump. Tony began to come to life as he found a new pain to deal with. She continued to grind her heel into the back of his hand and Tony began to scream in pain. Moving to his chest she stepped hard onto his big pecs with her heel. She twisted and turned it for emphasis as she poked it into his body. "Stop, you're killing me, I give up, PLEASE!" Tony was almost crying now. Managing all the effort his tired body could muster, her threw Eileen to the side, "Get off me you bitch," he screamed. He regretted it the minute he said it. Backing away he tried to get away from the enraged girl. A look of pure malevolence on her face. "Now I'm back to bitch again, am I? I think you need some more lessons." Catching his head with her left hand she returned to punching him with her right. He feebly tried to block her punches, but she easily slapped his hands away with a laugh. What was still remaining of his face disappeared in blood and bruises as she pounded. She lifted him to his feet and slammed him face first into the wall. Holding him against the wall she slammed her fist and knees into his back. He began to scream and wail in pain, the tears mingling with the blood that covered his face. "Ready to say I'm sorry yet?" she taunted as she let him fall to the floor. "I'm sorry, no more," Tony whispered unable to move. Eileen got on top of his prone body. Reaching down into his shorts she removed his cup and threw it into his face. Knowing what was coming Tony tried to turn his body but he lacked the strength at this point. Eileen positioned herself on his chest and pounded blow after blow into Tony's unprotected manhood. Tony's screams were high and shrill as he pleaded with the girl to stop. Finally she got up and Tony lay there sobbing, bile running out of his mouth onto the floor. Unable to move he curled into a ball and wept. Eileen approached the camera. "That's what all you men get. Any man that tries to stand up to me ends up like this wimp." She pointed at Tony's prone form. "It doesn't matter how big they are, Eileen makes them all beg." She continued to parade and prance for the camera for a few more minutes commenting on the hardness of her body as she squeezed and flexed it. As he filmed Joe orgasmed strongly into his jeans. He had never believed he could see something like this. Eileen was a goddess! Her strong body gleamed as she once again approached Tony. He was struggling to his feet. Eileen stood in front of him and groping, Tony used her body as a support. She stood still as he grabbed her legs and tried to push himself up. He seemed to finally realize what he was holding and he looked up. "Oh shit," Tony wheezed. "Please no more, you win. I'm sorry." He went down to her feet and began to kiss and caress her shoes and feet. "Please don't hurt me," he begged. Eileen responded by rolling the man over and removing his shorts. Tony was unable to put up any resistance as the girl removed his shorts and made fun of his prick. She continued to torture Tony for the next several minutes making him beg for mercy over and over. Finally he thought it was over. She was sitting on his back drawing her nails across his butt. "Please, I'm begging you to stop," Tony pleaded. "Please no more," he cried. Eileen got up and walked over to the camera throwing it a kiss. Tony got to his knees and tried to crawl off the floor. Eileen saw it and stomped on his back with her heel. Tony screamed. "Who's the best," Eileen yelled. "Tell me you're a wimp. Now!," she demanded. "You're tougher than me," Tony conceded. "I'm a wimp, please stop hurting me." He continued to try and crawl out of the studio. Eileen lifted Tony's head and planted a hard kiss on his bruised lips. Stepping back she made a big show of blowing at him as he toppled back to the floor. Once again he struggled to get up. Eileen laughed and pushed Tony back onto the ground. Straddling his body, Eileen removed her top exposing her large, full breasts. Charlie gulped in astonishment at her full, firm breasts and came in for a close up. She leaned her tits over Tony's face and told him to kiss them. He tried but was unable to lift his head high enough to reach. Eileen responded by swinging her breasts from side to side slapping them into Tony's face. It was amazing to see as she slapped his face with her breasts - his head bouncing off the floor as she swung. She continued for a few minutes using only her breasts to knock him into unconsciousness. Getting up she again placed her hands on her hips and her foot on the unconscious man. Her breasts stood proud and firm as she asked the camera. "Are there any men out there who can handle me? I don't think so," she laughed and walked off stage. "Is he all right?" Joe asked pointing at the unmoving man, his face covered in blood. "Yeah, he's fine," Eileen replied. "Broken nose maybe, the rest is just cuts and bruises. I took it kind of easy on him." She walked over to Joe and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Beating a man turns me on so bad, let's go right now." She led Joe into the upstairs bedroom. "How'd I do?" she cooed as she removed her shoes and shorts. "Eileen," Joe whispered his voice husky with desire. "I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship." Tough Girl Unlimited Video Number 21. "Tony versus Eileen" - mixed destruction. We introduce our new flagship girl Eileen as she demolishes her much larger opponent, Tony in this mixed encounter. Eileen is a 5'9' 140 Lb. powerhouse who decimates her opponent who is over 100 pounds heavier. Not for the squeamish, she reduces him to a bloody hulk as she makes the big bodybuilder scream for mercy. She shows none and finishes the man with many hard punches and her patented boob slaps. Is anyone man enough to take on Eileen, we don't think so. 35 minutes, $60.00.