Special Delivery
By Randi Fitz
Rob gets beaten badly by Donna.


WARNING: This story contains extreme and explicit female over male violence, 
domination and forced sexual contact.  Not to be read by anyone under 18 years of age.  
Reader discretion is strongly advised.



	Rob was just vegging out in front of the TV.  It was a day off for him 
and he had nothing planned.  Besides, this was about his favorite 
pastime.  He'd just finished some microwave pizza and a couple of beers, 
and was now sprawled out on his dilapidated couch wearing only a pair of 
sweat shorts and a T-shirt. 

	Suddenly he heard a knock at the front door.  He lazily got up and 
walked over to it.  He peered through the peephole and immediately 
perked up upon seeing the distorted, but unmistakable image of a 
beautiful woman.  "Who is it?" he asked.  "Parcel delivery" she shouted 
back in a low, but definite, female voice.  He wasn't expecting 
anything, but that didn't matter.  He quickly fixed his ratty hair and 
tucked in his shirt before opening the door. 

	Rob's mouth fell open as soon as he got his first good look at the 
magnificent creature standing before him.  She was big!  6'2" and 225 
lbs to be exact, and not an ounce of fat.  She easily dwarfed his 
slender 5'10" 165 lb frame  Rob had never seen a female delivery person 
before, let alone a woman this big!  He'd never even seen, at least not 
up close, a woman built like her.  She wore a pair of black shorts, 
white sweat socks and black work boots.  She had on a blue, button down, 
short sleeve work shirt, which wasn't tucked in, and a pair black 
leather gloves that didn't really look like work gloves. 

	Rob didn't recognize the outfit as any delivery company uniform he'd 
ever seen.  There weren't even any identifying patches on her shirt.  In 
her left hand she held something small and round he couldn't really 
identify.  None of this really registered.  He was too entranced with 
the solid, muscular beauty standing there in the sunshine.  Her long 
black hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and she wore a black baseball 
cap.  She looked tough, but incredibly sexy at the same time!  (Her name 
is Donna, but she hardly introduced herself.) 

	"Hi" he finally said in a broken voice after what seemed like an eternal 
moment of silence.  "Hi, I've got a delivery for you" she said rather 
seriously.  "What?" he asked realizing she had no package.  "This" she 
said firmly.  With that, Donna blasted through Rob's nose with a  
powerful right jab!  His whole head exploded in an abrupt rush of 
shocking pain.  He stumbled back several feet.  Donna quickly stepped in 
and shut the door behind her.  She dropped the item she'd been holding 
in her left hand and gave him a swift sideward right stomp kick to his 
stomach.  The bottom of her boot landed firmly into Rob's gut, knocking 
him farther back and to the floor. 

	Rob tried to get up, but was thwarted by a powerful roundhouse kick to 
the side of his face.  He landed flat on his face in breathless agony.  
His eyes were watery and his vision blurred.  His freshly busted nose 
was bleeding.  So was his right cheek bone where she'd caught him and 
broken the skin with her left roundhouse kick.  He lay there flat on his 
face gasping, moaning and groaning as she quickly set to work.  Donna 
picked up the object she'd dropped on the floor.  It was a roll of duct 
tape.  She squat down on Rob's butt and secured his hands behind his 
back.  Her immense, powerful legs bulged beautifully as her calves 
pressed tightly against her thighs.  Then she rolled him over and shut 
his mouth with a large strip of tape around his head.  "That oughta hold 
you" she said confidently. 

	Rob was in a state of shock.  He wasn't quite unconscious, but not 
totally aware of what was happening.  Donna went into the kitchen and 
returned with a glass of water which she poured over his face.  Most of 
the blood was washed away and Rob started to regain his senses.  "Just 
want you to know it's nothing personal" she said as she unbuttoned and 
tossed aside her work shirt, leaving on a white tank top from which her 
large, beautiful breasts and biceps bulged spectacularly.  "It's not me 
that wants you beat up, but you can pretty much bet that when someone 
like me comes to pay a creep like you a visit, you must've done 
something to bring me here" she added, then reached down and brought him 
to his feet by his shirt with both hands.  She swung him around and 
pushed him up against the wall. 

	"Who and why is for me to know and you to find out" she told him as she 
cracked her knuckles and tightened her gloves.  He was trying to say 
something through the tape.  Donna placed both hands on Rob's shoulders 
and kneed him between the legs with a powerful jolt of her bare right 
knee.  He crumbled in agony.  Donna straightened him up and delivered a 
quick series of rights into his belly.  One after the other, her fist 
slammed into him and seemed to go all the way through to his spine.  She 
finally let him keel over in breathless agony, then nailed him in the 
chin with another powerful thrust of her sexy right knee.  The force of 
which threw him upward, slamming into the wall, then slumping down to 
the floor. 

	Donna grabbed Rob up by the shirt again and tossed him into one of his 
dining room chairs.  She stood in front of him and began an incredible 
assault on his face, concentrating mostly on his eyes, cheekbones and 
chin.  Her mallet-like rights and lefts smashed loudly into him, one 
after the other, with amazing accuracy and speed.  Her huge biceps 
bulged and flexed as she readied each blow.  Her fist fighting skills 
were obviously well honed and she took it quite seriously.  She hit him 
with jabs, hooks and crosses.  Rob's head and body bobbed and jolted 
side to side and back and forth with each devestating punch.  He grunted 
as loud as he could each time her fists crashed into his face. 

	After about a minute or two of constant pounding, Donna knew she'd done 
an excellent job that will result in Rob's eyes and cheekbones being 
badly blackened, bruised, and swollen shut.  She yanked his head back by 
his hair and slugged him square in the chin with a powerful right 
uppercut.  He drifted off into a partial state of unconsciousness. 

	Donna dumped Rob off the chair to the floor.  She squat down and pulled 
his shorts off him leaving his briefs on.  She went into the kitchen and 
returned with another glass full of water which she again poured over 
his face.  Rob came around pretty quick.  Donna reached down and grabbed 
him up again by his shirt and thrust him back against the wall. 

	Rob was in really bad shape!  He could barely see and was very dizzy.  
His senses were totally out of whack and he had trouble staying on his 
feet.  His face looked like a bad pizza pie.  It was all bloody and 
busted, and starting to swell and bruise.  Tears streamed down his 
beaten face.  He was moaning groaning and gasping, and couldn't imagine 
it getting any worse.  He desperately tried to say something, probably a 
plea for mercy, but couldn't get out anything understandable. 

	Donna took a step back, then rammed Rob between the legs with an intense 
forward right kick.  The toe of her boot landed perfectly into his 
balls.  The pain was unimaginable as he grunted very loudly on impact 
and slumped forward in agony.  He'd almost forgotten the first shot 
she'd given him there, but she was definitely going to remind him.  She 
let loose a powerful right uppercut to his chin, slamming him straight 
up against the wall. 

	Donna placed both gloved hands on Rob's shoulders, anchoring him to the 
wall.  Then she pummeled his groin with an unbelievable series of shots 
with her right knee.  Rob's swelling eyes bulged like they were going to 
explode as the pain increased to indescribable levels.  He couldn't even 
comfort himself by grabbing his assaulted crotch with his hands, since 
they were still tightly secured behind his back.  Then Donna gave him a 
taste of her left knee.  It crashed into his balls just as accurately 
and powerfully as the other.  Finally, after what seemed like an 
eternity, she let him fall to the floor.  He curled up into a fetal 
position, and moaned and groaned into unconsciousness. 

	With Rob knocked out, Donna went outside for a moment to retrieve her 
Louisville Slugger baseball bat which she'd left hidden behind some 
bushes just outside the front door.  She laid it down on the floor.  
Then she grabbed Rob up and sat him back in the chair.  He moaned and 
groaned, but was still pretty out of it.  She took the duct tape, squat 
down in front of him, and secured his ankles together with several 
layers of tape.  Then she got up and propped his feet up on another 
chair so his legs were suspended over the floor.  This is the best way 
to break knees or legs! 

	Donna picked up her bat, which she's broken many legs and kneecaps with, 
and sat down in another chair alongside Rob and finally shed her cap, 
which she tossed on the cheap dining room table.  She sat there stroking 
the bat and admiring her work while Rob drifted in and out.  She loved 
seeing the results of her work.  It made her even hotter than doing it.  
She ran the bat up and down Rob's bony legs, getting more and more 
excited thinking about the moment she'd break them.  Watching his beaten 
face continue to bleed and swell only added to her excitement!  This is 
only a job to Donna, but she does very much enjoy it nevertheless! 

	Rob finally started coming around.  He gradually woke up and panicked 
when he realized his present predicament.  "Relax, take it easy, it's 
gonna be all right" Donna assured him in a firm, but easy tone.  "I do 
this all the time" she said.  "A moment of unbelievable intense pain, 
two months in plaster, and you'll be as good as new" she said in a 
comforting tone.  "That's if I just break your legs...If I bust your 
kneecaps, well that's a whole different ball game" she told him.  Rob 
was terrified!  He tried desperately to speak, but couldn't get anything 
past the tape still tightly secured to his mouth.  Donna smirked 
mischievously as she unconsciously rubbed the bat against her crotch, 
which was wet and throbbing with desire! 

	After a couple torturous minutes of contemplation,  she decided there'd 
be a change of plan.  "Don't read more into this than it is, but beating 
up on pricks like you really turns me on and I really need to get laid 
right about now" she said matter-a-factly.  "So here's what I'm gonna 
do...I'm gonna fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before, but 
you can't cum - only I can...If you so much as leak just one little drop 
of cum, I'll break your fucking legs" Donna said firmly. 

	She dropped the bat on the floor, got up, and pulled Rob to the floor.  
He was in shock!  He didn't know what to think.  He was so terrified and 
in much pain that he couldn't really think straight, but the idea of sex 
definitely made it through his bleary consciousness.  Donna yanked his 
briefs down to his ankles.  Rob's beaten balls and semi-erect cock 
flopped toward the floor.  His balls were purple and a bit swollen 
already from her assault.  His cock didn't look like much.  "I'm used to 
more, but I guess this'll have to do" she lamented looking at his humbly 
average manhood. 

	Donna stood up and quickly took off her shorts.  She laid down next to 
Rob and began roughly messaging his dick into a full erection.  Leaning 
on his taped hands was certainly uncomfortable, but he was starting to 
feel good and his cock was responding to Donna's strong touch.  She 
yanked at it, stroked it, and even gave it a few licks coaxing it to get 
as hard as possible.  It stuck straight up between his closed legs.  The 
leather of her gloves felt good against his beaten skin. 

	Finally, when she figured it was as big and hard as it could get, she 
reached into the pocket of her lifeless shorts and pulled out a condom.  
She opened the package and slipped the rubber over his hardon.  Then she 
got up and quickly slipped out of her panties. 

	Donna straddled Rob's hips and shoved him into her hot, drenched cunt.  
"Remember, not a drop or both your legs get busted" she reminded him.  
He'd almost forgot.  Then Donna began pumping up and down.  The pressure 
on his trapped hands was intensified by the weight and thrusting of her 
fabulous body. 

	She started slowly at first, and gradually picked up the pace.  She 
moaned and groaned louder and louder as she got more and more into it.  
Her breathing also became heavier and heavier.  Rob tried so hard not to 
enjoy it.  He worried that some cum might seep out even if he didn't 
have an actual orgasm, and that she'd consider that a "leg breaking 
violation."  Being a "minute man," he really didn't think he could last.  
He was terrified!  He thought maybe if she enjoyed it enough, she 
wouldn't follow through on her threat.  He tried to concentrate on the 
horrible prospect of having his legs broken as motivation to keep from 
exploding. 

	Donna kept increasing her pace.  She placed both hands on Rob's chest 
and bore down even harder.  She pumped harder and harder against his 
hips as her moans, groans and breathing increased.  This continued for a 
few minutes.  Rob thought his hands would break for sure under the 
incredible pressure.  Her vaginal muscles were as strong as all her 
others as they gripped his strained cock like a vise. 

	In her growing passion, Donna pulled off her tank top.  Her bra then 
immediately followed.  Her magnificent 44DD's, now totally uncovered, 
were more than an eye-full for Rob!  She rubbed and messaged them 
vigorously as her passion increased. 

	Suddenly, in a fit of pleasure, Donna let loose some powerful rights and 
lefts into Rob's mangled face.  It really caught him by surprise, but 
did little to dampen his consciousness.  The punches definitely made her 
hotter!  Her nipples were rock hard.  She put her hands back on his 
chest and fucked him like he'd never been fucked before!  Her pounding 
was incredibly powerful!  Under other circumstances Rob would be in love 
by now.  He wished things could have been different.... 

	Finally, after what seemed like hours, Donna exploded in frenzied waves 
of orgasmic ecstasy.  She shrieked as multiple orgasms erupted within 
her.  She grabbed and squeezed her huge tits as the orgasmic rush filled 
her body.  She pumped even harder as the pleasure rolled and rumbled 
through her massive body.  It was intense!  Rob had never seen such an 
amazing display of ecstasy, not even in an X-rated movie, let alone 
experience one.  He'd even almost forgotten the viscous beating. 

	Donna came for 2 full minutes with waves of screaming multiple orgasms.  
Her thrusting gradually slowed down as she caught her heaving breath.  
Eventually she regained her composure enough to slide off.  "Wow, see 
what I mean" she exclaimed.  Rob laid there limp and motionless.  Fear 
still covered his deformed face.  "Well, let's see how you did" she said 
examining his lifeless cock.  She gently slid the condom off and checked 
the reservoir.  Rob already knew what she'd find.  It was filled. 

	"Oh well" she said with a sigh, "looks like your legs are gonna get 
several weeks of rest."  Rob tried to mumble some sort of desperate 
plea, but was again thwarted by the undaunted tape still covering his 
mouth.  "Oh, don't worry, it's really not as bad as you might think" she 
said condescendingly.  "Of course I wouldn't know from ever having it 
done to me, but from my experience in doing it, the pain is incredible, 
but only lasts a few seconds" she explained, "as long as you don't move 
around that is" Donna added with a smirk. 

	Donna got up and put her clothes back on as Rob trembled with fear.  She 
hummed to herself as she stuffed herself back into her panties and 
shorts.  She lifted Rob back onto the chair and propped his feet back up 
onto the other chair.  Tears streamed from Rob's swollen black eyes as 
Donna took hold of the bat.  She really wasn't feeling too violent at 
that point.  Sexual relief tends to dampen the urge to do violence, but 
she knew she had a job to do as she trained her steely blue eyes on 
Rob's legs.  "Nice legs...seems a shame to break them" she thought to 
herself. 

	"Tell ya what, it really seems a shame to break such nice legs" Donna 
said aloud to Rob's delight.  "Maybe I could just beat you up some more, 
really bad, instead" she added, which of course dampened Rob's hopes 
somewhat.  "Yeah, fuck it...ain't like someone's gonna take me to small 
claims court" she said with a giggle. 

	Donna dropped the bat to the floor and grabbed Rob up.  She brought him 
over to the couch and sat him down.  She sat squat down in his lap 
cracking her knuckles and tightening her gloves around her clenching 
fists.  Rob trembled in terror, but couldn't imagine what more she could 
do.  At least she wasn't going to break his legs, he thought silently. 

	"Let's see" Donna said as she tightened her fists.  Then she let loose 
an intense series of rights and lefts to Rob's mouth, designed to break 
and knock out his teeth.  Rob's teeth quickly gave way to her powerful 
fists.  After about a dozen perfectly placed blows, lots of his teeth 
were floating in his mouth.  She ripped the blood soaked ductape from 
his beaten mouth.  Of course Rob's moans and groans were more audible 
then, but it realy didn't matter.  He was in such bad shape he was way 
beyond the point of being coherent.  Donna yanked out a handkerchief 
from her back pocket.  She ordered Rob to spit his bloody dismembered 
teeth into it.  "A little souvenire for my employer" she explained as 
she stuffed it back into her pocket. 

	Then she got up and brought him to his feet.  Donna stepped back and 
broke Rob's jaw with a powerful right hook, knocking him to the floor.  
She then laid on him an intense round of kicks to his ribs, easily 
breaking several of them.  She could hear them "crunch" and "crack" with 
each swipe of her booted feet.  Rob grunted loudly with each consecutive 
blow.  He was barely conscious when she finished and had lots of trouble 
breathing. 

	Donna stood over Rob and admired her work.  "What a fucking mess" she 
said.  "Damn, I do good work" she added.  She squated down and cut him 
loose with a switch blade knife from her pocket.  "Listen, I know you're 
in pretty bad shape right now, but you'll heal" she said.  "Try not to 
be such a fucking asshole...next time it'll be a lot worse" she added 
firmly.  Donna quickly gathered her bat, ductape and work shirt and 
quietly left.  She left the door unlocked so EMS workers would be able 
to get into the apartment easily.  She pulled over at the first payphone 
she came to and made a quick annonymous call for an ambulance. 

	Rob spent several days in the hospital recovering from his extensive 
injuries.  His poor face had to be totally bandaged.  Despite much 
prodding from police, he refused to say much about the attack.  He 
figured he must've had it coming and was too afraid of reprisals if 
Donna were caught.  It was a "street" thing.  As soon as he was able, 
Rob moved away.