Quiet Day at the Beach
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Epilogue: Monica Randall, dominatrix, actress and my mistress, related this
story to me. I have not added to her tale, but have changed the names of her
'submissive' and clients so that their identities may remain confidential. I'm
confident that anything that Monica relates to me is true and accurate as I've
been witness to some of her muscular feats as well as brutal acts.

Tammy and Tommy, brother and sister, went to northern San Diego County to the
beach. Normally I don't go that far south, but Tammy wanted to see if what she
had heard was true, that there was a nude beach.

"Pull in here," Tammy said as we drove along the freeway frontage road. I
pulled the car in where she indicated. "Is this it," I asked looking around.
"This is where my friends said it is, let's check it out," Tammy said opening
the passenger door. Tammy always insisted on riding up front with me, making
Tommy ride alone in the back seat.

At the back of the car we unloaded our towels, beach chairs and a cooler. I
would handle the cooler and one of the chairs, while Tommy and Tammy took care
of the towels and other chairs. "Over here," Tommy said from the edge of the
parking lot. A path led down a slope toward the ocean.

There were three other vehicles in the small lot, two cars and a pick-up
truck. 'I guess we're not alone,' I thought as we started down the path.

Tommy went first, followed by Tammy and then myself. It was steep going in
places, but after a fifteen minute walk, we emerged on to a sandy expanse of
beach. I could just make out some other beach goers in the distance, and
immediately headed in the opposite direction. We walked perhaps another
quarter of a mile before agreeing on where to spread our towels.

We sat up our beach chairs and began to undress. "Quit staring," Tammy said to
Tommy, "You've seen me naked a thousand times". "I wasn't staring," he said.
"Come on you two, quit arguing," I said, "or I'll make you go sit in the car,"
and I laughed. This got a laugh from both of them.

Tommy and Tammy are twins. Tommy is the night manager/desk person/custodian of
the gym I go to. Tammy is, well, Tammy is true submissive, enjoying men and
women as well as her brother at times.

I stood there looking at my companions. Tammy had just pulled her T-shirt over
her head and was unsnapping her cutoff jeans. Tommy had already removed his
T-shirt and shorts and was untying the string on his swim trunks. They fell to
his towel and Tammy stopped unfastening her shorts to stare at her brother's
manhood.

"Now who's staring, Tammy," I asked and Tommy looked at Tammy and smiled.
"Have you gotten bigger?" Tammy asked. "Maybe," Tommy said, "Mistress Monica
told me of some supplements to take, what do you think?" It was the first time
I had seen Tommy without his traditional sweat pants on and his penis looked
longer and markedly thicker. "Hmm," Tammy mused, "You still look wimpy to me,"
and she laughed. "Oh, yeah," Tommy said, "Is that why you can't keep your eyes
off of my cock?" "In your dreams, brother," Tammy said and finished unsnapping
her shorts.

I pulled my tank top over my head and then shrugged out of my shorts. I was
deeply tanned from lying in my back yard naked, but Tammy and Tommy still had
tan lines. "Here," I said, handing a tube of sunblock to Tommy, "You better
put this on so you don't burn that cock of yours." He looked at the tube and
said, "Would you like to apply the lotion, mistress?" I laughed and said, "You
just want to show off that cock of yours, OK," and I unscrewed the cap and put
a generous amount of lotion in my palm. I worked it into his back and butt and
then moved to his front. I worked the lotion into his chest and stomach,
working my way to his groin. I squeezed a little more into my palm and rubbed
my hands together, and then worked it into his penis and scrotum. "Hmm," he
sighed as he began to get an erection.

Tammy watched and as I put the cap back on the lotion said, "Hey, aren't you
going to do me?" I laughed and said, "Alright, turn around." I applied lotion
to Tammy's butt and back and then moved to her front. "I think your tan lines
are fading," I commented as I massaged the lotion into each of her breasts.
Tammy had visited my house several times and on the sunnier days had lain in
the backyard.

We lay on the beach enjoying the warm sun and an occasional breeze. We were
diligent about turning over so that we got our backs as well as fronts. I was
lying in between Tammy and Tommy. Tammy turned toward me, propping her head on
one hand while lightly moving her fingertips over my abs. I knew what she
wanted. "Horny," I asked. "Hm-hmm," she said, "always when I'm with you." I
chuckled and said, "Alright, come here," and she straddled my head so that I
could service her clit while she busied herself servicing mine.

I don't know how long we tongued each other but we each had multiple orgasms.
I glanced to my right and saw Tommy watching intently and I noticed his
erection. As a slave, he knew better than to masturbate without having
permission to do so. I moved Tammy's hips so she knew that I was done, and she
gave my clit a quick kiss before she swung her leg over me so that she was
back on her towel. "I'm sorry, babe," I said to her, "I need to take care of
that brother of yours." Tammy rolled her eyes and said, "I understand."

I looked to my right and said, "Lay on your back, Tommy." He rolled onto his
back and I stood up and straddled his hips, first getting to my knees and then
lowering myself until I engulfed his cock. My love making with Tammy had left
me wet, and I easily slid down his erect shaft. Fully erect, Tommy was nearly
nine-inches in length.

With my vaginal muscles I stroked his shaft. I looked down at him and his eyes
were closed, thoroughly enjoying himself. "Tammy, straddle his face," I said.
She looked at me for a minute but then did as I said. As she positioned
herself, Tommy greedily attacked her pussy making soft slurping sounds. Tammy
and I embraced kissing each other deeply. "Hmm, hmm," Tommy said from beneath
his sister. I knew he was probably ready to climax, but I was not.

I broke my kiss with Tammy and said, "Hold off, Tommy, your mistress needs a
few more minutes." I continued to stroke his penis with my muscular vagina, a
technique I had learned and perfected through a lot of exercise and practice.
"Now, baby," I whispered, "you can climax now." The three of us came
simultaneously.

Tammy got up and lay back on her towel, breathing deeply. I swung my leg and
pussy from Tommy, resuming my position between them. Soon the three of us
nodded off.

I don't know how long the three of us were asleep, but when I woke up, I
rolled onto my stomach to find a man watching us. He smiled at me, but I did
not return the smile. With an entire beach, he had chosen a spot no more than
five yards from where Tommy, Tammy and I lay. The man was big, not fat, but
muscular. He obviously worked out. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the
man.

"See, Frank, I told you there was a big girl here today," a high nasally voice
said. Without raising my head, I opened my eyes to see a dark, skinny man with
long hair, dripping water, standing at the foot of the big man's towel. 'So,
the big man is Frank,' I thought, 'Now what do these two creeps have in mind?'

"Move your skinny ass, Virgil," Frank snarled, "You're dripping water all over
me." "Huh, oh," Virgil said, "Yeah, sorry Frank," and he moved to his own
towel on the other side of his buddy.

"What's going on?" I heard Tammy say softly in my ear. I turned in her
direction and said softly, "Just a couple of perverts watching us." She raised
her head to look at the pair. "Hmm," she purred, "Nice body." "Uh-huh," I
said, "But I bet he's got a small cock, besides, why did those two assholes
have to lie on top of us?" "Shhh," Tammy said softly, "What was that?" "What,"
I asked. I hadn't seen or heard anything except a seagull squawking.

I turned toward Tommy and glanced at the man beyond. The sun glinted off of
something by the man's hip. 'Must be a wristwatch', I thought. "Are you awake,
Tommy?" I asked. "Um-hmm," he said, "who can sleep with all this talking?" I
chuckled and said, "We've got company." Tommy sat up; resting his upper body
on his elbows and turned in the direction I was looking. "Wow, could they have
gotten any closer?" Tommy asked.

I rolled over and sat up. "I'm going for a swim," I said, "I'll join you,"
Tommy chimed in. We walked down to the water's edge and then slowed as we
edged our way into the Pacific. At this time of year the water was near
seventy degrees, but felt cool. Both Tommy and I waded in to our waists, the
waves breaking a further out from shore.

Now, as my body adjusted to the water temperature, I dove under the surface
and swam toward the breakers. I treaded water, watching the incoming tide. I
gauged the swell and began to paddle back to shore. As the wave crested, I was
in its trough and rode it in. I hadn't body surfed in years. The tide had
carried me away from where Tommy and Tammy lay.

I strode from the surf and walked past Frank and Virgil. I was perhaps three
or four yards from them when I heard a soft 'click'. I glance in their
direction as the skinny man, Virgil, appeared to hand something to the
bodybuilder, Frank. I kept an eye on Franks hand as I walked close to their
towel. Then I saw the camera or cell phone, not much bigger than a box of
matches.

I stopped at the foot of their towels. "Are you taking pictures of us?" I
asked. They exchanged a glance and the bigger of the two said, "No, why?"
'Why', I thought. "Because it's not polite to take pictures of someone without
their knowledge," I said, "it's not nice to take pictures of naked people on
the beach, and because I don't want you to take a picture of me or my
friends." "Look, lady, you have the wrong idea," Frank said, and sat up. I
still couldn't be sure. I hadn't seen a camera, but I decided to try
something.

"OK," I said, stepping close and extending my hand, "I'm sorry; it's just that
I don't want pictures of me naked." He took my hand and said, "I understand,
no hard feelings." Rather than shake his hand, I pulled the big man to his
feet, the camera falling from his other hand.

By this time, Tommy and Tammy were on their feet watching. Virgil grabbed the
camera. I let go of Franks hand and took a step toward the skinny man. Frank,
put a beefy hand on my shoulder. "Hey," he said, "Forget about it, honey,
that's my camera." I turned on him and pushed his hand from my shoulder. "It
may be your camera, but it's my pictures on the memory card," I said, "that's
all I want." "Like I said, forget about it," he repeated. I slapped his face
and his head snapped to one side.

Putting a hand to his jaw he said, "So that's how you want to play it, huh?"
He balled his fist and threw a jab at me. I quickly stepped aside, but he
caught me in the shoulder. The blow was hard but it didn't knock me down. As I
straightened up I hit him with a right hook in the mid-section. 'If I would
have hit his buddy, Virgil, with that hook,' I thought, 'he'd be out for the
count.' But Frank had nearly a hundred pounds of muscle on his buddy, so he
took the blow with only a wince showing on his face.

Now facing each other, Frank kicked out with a leg trying to catch me in the
hip or side. I deflected the kick with a forearm and then rather than retreat
as he thought I would, I stepped into him, catching him off balance. He fell
on his butt in the sand and I saw my opportunity. My forward momentum carried
me into him and bringing my knee up, I aimed for his groin. Before he could
move out of the way, I made contact with his scrotum and penis. "Awww," he
wailed as I brought my knee back and pistoned it forward, again in the groin.

Now more interested in preserving his testicles than fighting back, he rolled
into a fetal position. I glanced over at Virgil who, grabbing the camera, took
off at a run, kicking up plumes of sand as he headed up the beach. Tommy and
Tammy seeing him run took off in pursuit.

Turning my attention back to Frank who was still in the fetal position, I
drove a fist into his exposed ear. Again he howled in pain. "You son of a
bitch," I said, "why did you lay next to us?" "Please, don't hit me," he said,
"Virgil called me. He saw you and your friends here and called me." "So you
came down here to take pictures of naked women?" I asked. "Ye-yes, sort of,"
he said, moving his hand away from his face. "What do you mean 'sort of'?" I
asked. "I like muscle women," he said softly, "So Virgil called me up when he
saw you."

I looked up to see Tammy and Tommy walking Virgil back, Tammy appeared to have
his skinny arm bent behind his back while Tommy held him by his other wrist.

"What were you going to do with the pictures, asshole?" I asked. He had taken
his hands away from his face and, I noted, was beginning to relax a little,
and then I saw he was avoiding my eyes. "Look at me," I said, "What were you
going to do with our pictures?" He swallowed hard, undoubtedly wondering if he
should lie. I balled my fist and hit him just below the eye. He yelped in
pain. "Tell me the truth or I'll beat the crap out of you, Frank," I said.
Looking down at the sand, he said softly, "I post them on line." "Where?" I
asked. He told me the web address.

"We got it," Tommy said, holding up the camera with his free hand. "Good," I
told him, "take out the memory card and then give me the camera." He did and
handed me the camera. I stood and said, "OK, Frank, you won't need this any
longer," and I crushed the small camera in my hand, and then tossed the pieces
onto Frank's towel.

"Get up," I said, looking down at Frank. His eye was nearly swollen closed; a
purplish bruise was forming under the eye on his cheek bone. As he stood, I
hit him hard in the gut with my left, doubling him over, but before he could
sink to his knees, I connect a solid right to his jaw. Frank hit the sand on
his knees and immediately fell forward face first into the sand, out cold.

I turned to Virgil and had Tammy still not had him by the arm, he would have
run away. "Let me have your cell phone, Virgil," I said. "Wh-what," he said,
"Please, don't hit me ma'am." I snickered looking at him up and down. "You're
a worthless piece of crap," I said, just before delivering a right jab into
his chest. I knew I had broken several ribs and he immediately began to
breathe more heavily. With a left cross, I connected with his face and the
skinny man slumped to the ground.

"Let's get their driver's license, cell phones and get out of here," I said
looking around to see if anyone had witnessed my beating these two perverts.
"Yes, mistress," Tammy and Tommy said. Tammy began folding our towels and
gathering up our items. Tommy got Frank and Virgil's driver's license and cell
phones. "What should I do with their towels and clothes," Tommy asked. I
thought for a moment, 'How can I humiliate them one more time?' and then it
occurred to me.

Standing at the edge of their towels, I urinated, sending a stream in the
middle of their clothes. Tommy watched for a moment and joined in with
pinpoint accuracy. Tammy, having stacked our items said, "This will really
piss them off," and laughed as she pissed on Virgil's shirt and shorts. I
always like Tammy's sense of humor.

We dressed and gathered our items, walking back the way we had come earlier
toward the path and the climb that would take us to the parking lot above. "We
should have taken their car keys, Mistress," Tommy said. I had considered
that, but I didn't want to be entirely heartless. "Perhaps," I said, "But its
one thing to beat a couple of perverts on the beach and another thing to get
arrested for grand theft auto."

I dropped Tammy and Tommy at home, and then headed to my house. As soon as I
was through the front door, I stripped off my shorts and top. I took the
memory card from Frank's camera to my computer and inserted it into the card
reader. I was amazed at how many shots there were on the little card.

I looked at the latest ones he or Virgil had taken. These showed Tammy, Tommy
and me, both together and individually. A couple of the shots were out of
focus, but for the most part, they were clear, though not framed well.

Opening another folder, I found more beach shots. While these men and women
wore bathing suits, you could tell that the shots taken were done so without
the individual's knowledge. Candid shots I suppose.

I opened a third folder from the memory card and was shocked to see teens and
pre-teens. Apparently Frank and Virgil were quite the perverts. There were
pictures of both boys and girls, some in the shower at the beach and several
in what was perhaps a public restroom. It was disgusting. There were two other
folders on the memory card, but I didn't open them. I reached for my desk
phone and dialed my friend, George Morgan. I got him on the first ring.
Undoubtedly he had 'caller ID' because when he picked up he said, "Mistress,
how nice to hear from you." This was George's private number, of course.

"George," I said, "I've got something here that you might be interested in." I
outlined what happened at the beach and told him about taking Frank's memory
card and what I found on it. "Would you call the photos porn?" he asked.
"Well, they're certainly underage children," I said, "and from what I see,
they were taken without their knowledge." "I'd like to take a look at them,
would that be OK?" "Not a problem," I said, "Do you remember where I live?" He
chuckled and said, "Of course," and I gave him a time.

George arrived promptly at the time I told him to come. "Thank you for coming,
baby," I said, leading him into my home office. "You're looking well,
mistress," he said. I turned to face him, "How sweet of you to say so, please
have a seat," I said, I then did a double bicep pose, "I've got these babies
up to nineteen inches. What do you think?" "Mistress, I don't know what to say
except you're awesome," he said. I relaxed and put one leg forward and flexed
my quads. "These still need a little work," I said rubbing a hand over the
dark brown tree-trunk size quad and then I tightened my abs, "But my abs are
in great shape. Feel them."

I didn't have to ask twice. George got up and ran his fingers over the
washboard granite that was my abs. I relaxed and stood before him looking into
his eyes. Touching my muscles made me horny. I unbuttoned his shirt and he
shrugged out of it without a word. I unbuckled his belt and he unzipped his
fly and the button. His pants fell to the floor. He stepped out of his loafers
as well as the slacks. His briefs were tented where his erection stood. I took
his 'tent pole' in my palm and squeezed lightly. I laughed and said, "Better
take the shorts off too." He slid the elastic waistband past his hips and
allowed them to fall to the floor.

"I really want to show you those photo's George, but I guess an hour or two
won't matter," I said, "Let's go to my room." "Yes, mistress," George said,
grinning from ear to ear. I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom,
where I pushed him down onto the bed.

Crawling from the foot of the bed, I positioned my knees on either side of his
hips. I lowered myself until his shaft was at my labia. "Let me do all the
work, Georgie, and don't come until I tell you," I told him. Lower, lower,
slowly I lowered myself until I was resting on his pelvis. An instant later I
began to massage his penis with my vaginal muscles. I undulated my muscles
from the base of his shaft to its head.

George began to make a soft mewing sound and I reminded him not to climax
prematurely. "You want to please your mistress, don't you Georgie?" I asked.
He nodded.

"Are you and Marsha still partners," I asked. He nodded. "And are you two
still a couple?" I pressed. At first he gave no indication of hearing me, but
then he nodded once more. I began to increase my massaging of his cock.
"That's OK, George, I don't mind if you and Marsha have sex, but know that
your mistress comes first, baby, do you understand?" he nodded.

I quickened my pace and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to climax now, baby,
you can come," and I reached my orgasm as I felt his body spasm beneath me. I
quickly dismounted him and inched forward until I was poised over his face.
"You know what to do, sweetie, lap my pussy clean, I want every drop of your
cum out," I said. And for the next twenty minutes he serviced me, lapping his
cum from my pussy. 'George has talent,' I thought, 'Marsha is a lucky girl.'

We went to my office and I opened the memory card we had taken from Frank's
camera. I ran through the pictures I had seen, while George watched in
silence. "So, what do you think?" I asked. "Well, mistress," he said, "there's
no doubt this Frank character is a pervert. The only problem is finding the
children on that memory card to press charges. Also, there comes in to
question," he went on, "how you came by the memory card. After all, you did
essentially steal it."

"So what you're telling me," I said, "is that the police are helpless to do
anything." "No, that's not what I'm saying," George said, "I'm just pointing
out that he may walk. Right now we don't have enough evidence to get a search
warrant for his home and computer."

"Fine!" I said rather sternly, "Then I'll handle this pervert myself." "Now,
mistress," George said, "Don't do anything that will get you in trouble." I
smiled and said, "I won't. I can handle this guy." "You know I can't help you
here in Orange County," George said. I touched his cheek, "How sweet. That's
OK, George," I said, "I can take care of myself, I'll make it quick."

Once George left, I began to make plans on dealing with Frank. He lived about
ten miles from me and I found myself getting more anxious as the afternoon
turned into night. I dressed in black leggings, ankle boots, and a tight black
T-shirt. I wore latex gloves so as to not leave fingerprints. At eleven
o'clock, I drove to his house, parking about a block away. I walked to his
house on an empty street.

Frank's house was dark, a wood sided, bungalow with a lawn that was dying in
places. I walked by, giving it a quick glance and then turned around
approaching from the opposite direction. I moved up the driveway and then
along the side of the house being careful as I glanced around to see if anyone
was watching.

I tried the back door and found it unlocked. 'How stupid is this guy,' I
thought. Silently I pulled the door open and stepped inside, taking my time
and stepping as light as I could. I moved through the kitchen into the dining
room pausing only momentarily in the living room to listen for any noise.
Hearing none, I moved down the hallway. Midway I heard the sound of snoring.
Slowly, I crept forward to the door at the end of the hall. I stopped and put
my ear close to the door that was ajar. I could hear the snoring coming from
within.

I pushed the bedroom door open slowly, and then crept forward. Frank was still
snoring as I stopped beside the bed. His eye was still puffy and a purplish
color from where I had hit previously. With one gloved finger I opened the
drawer to his nightstand. In the dimly lit bedroom, I saw the revolver. I
picked it up and opened the cylinder. I emptied the cylinder into the palm of
my hand, and quietly put the unloaded weapon back into the drawer. Lightly
crossing to Frank's dresser, I sat the six bullets on top, standing them on
their base.

Standing in front of the dresser, I studied Frank. 'I want him to know what's
happening and why,' I thought, 'I want the pervert to suffer.' I pulled out
the top drawer of his dresser and emptied the contents on the floor. There was
little noise, but enough for Frank to snort and rollover. Socks, underwear, a
belt and several porn magazines fell to the floor. Holding the bottom of the
drawer to my chest, I wrapped my arms around it and reduced the wooden drawer
to splinters. The sound had the desired effect. In the quietness of the
bedroom, the splintering wood sounded like a shot, Frank woke with a start.

It took him several seconds to realize what he had heard and a second or two
longer to locate the source of the sound and to focus on me. "Hello, Frank," I
said, "I'm sorry to wake you." I wasn't sorry, of course. I pulled another
drawer from his dresser and up ended the contents onto the floor. Without
taking my eyes from him, I crushed the drawer against my chest.

"I had a chance to look at the memory disk from your camera," I said, tossing
the splintered wood aside, "and I must say, you're a sick individual, Frank."
He adjusted his position on the bed so that he had his back to the headboard,
sitting up. "What do you want, Monica?" he said, defiantly, but the quiver in
his voice belied the confidence. I smiled and flexed my bicep and gave a short
chuckle. "I just wanted to finish what I started," I said. He touched his
swollen cheek and I smiled. "Ah, I see you remember what I started," I said,
"then you have a pretty good idea how this is going to play out."

Holding a hand up he pleaded, "Look, you really don't have to do this, I won't
take any more pictures, I promise." He rolled toward the nightstand as if he
were getting off the bed. Before his feet hit the ground he opened the drawer
and withdrew the revolver. He cocked the hammer as he turned towards me.
"Don't come any closer," he said, the gun in his hand shaking. I hadn't moved
from the front of the dresser. "Listen you pansy-ass," I said, "I'm far
stronger than you, but I'm not bullet proof, why don't you put that thing down
before you hurt someone." Now it was his turn to chuckle and he said, "I don't
think so, bitch, now get out of my house." I took a step toward Frank and he
backed up, his legs hitting the nightstand.

"Don't come any closer, Monica," he said, "or I'll shoot." "Hmm," I said,
taking one more step toward him, "Put the gun down Frank or I'll have to take
it away from you." "Stop right there, Monica," he threatened, his hand shaking
more now than ever, "One step more and I'll shoot."

"One more, you pervert," I asked, "is that all," and I stepped toward him.
'Click'. Frank's eyes went wide when there was no explosion. I smiled taking
one more step and he pulled the trigger again. 'Click'. Now Frank's attention
was drawn to the gun.

I took a final step toward him and reached out taking the pistol in my hand.
He didn't even try to hold on to the weapon. I tossed the gun toward the
closet door. "Silly, boy," I said, "You didn't think I'd let you hold a loaded
gun on me, did you," and I pointed to where the six bullets were lined up
along the top of his dresser.

I pushed him back on the bed, landing flat on his back. I wrapped my fingers
around the elastic waistband of his underwear and pulled until the elastic
band tore. Frank was beginning to snivel, his nose running. "There, there," I
said, "take your punishment like a man, asshole." I grabbed his scrotum, and
he stopped moving. I placed my free hand across his mouth as I squeezed his
testicles. His eyes went wide and I could hear his scream beneath my hand as I
destroyed his balls turning them into paste. He passed out.

Turning my attention to the closet, I looked through his clothes, ties, shoes
and trousers. On a shelf above the closet rod were several boxes and a
suitcase. I pulled the suitcase down and looked in it. Empty. I took the box
down and lifted the lid. There were snapshot size photo graphs of underage
boys and girls. They were all naked. 'How had this pervert gone undetected for
so long'? I thought. I sat the box atop the dresser and selected several ties.

I tied his ankles and wrists to the headboard and footboard so that Frank was
spread-eagle on the bed. By the time I had finished, he was coming around.
"Welcome back, you piece of crap," I said, "how does your balls feel? Oh, wait
a minute, I forgot, you don't have any anymore." I laughed and he sneered
through clenched teeth, "You bitch, I'm going to kill you."

"Ahh, Frank, that's no way to talk to your mistress," I said, "Not if you want
to live long, but that's not an option, really." I stooped and picked up a
sock from the floor and wadded it into his mouth. "There, that's to stop you
from screaming and waking a neighbor," I said.

I took his hand closest to me and broke his index finger, bending it back
until it snapped. "One down and nine to go, wimp," I said, taking the middle
finger in each hand. He was shaking his head making mewing sounds with the gag
in his mouth. I snapped his middle finger. "Next," I said as I proceeded to
break the digits on his right hand. When I had finished, I noticed he had
passed out once more.

'This could take all night', I thought, 'and I promised George I'd make it
quick.' I went into his bathroom and looked in the medicine cabinet. 'Nothing
unusual,' I thought. Under the sink I found what I wanted, a small bucket. I
filled it with water and, back in the bedroom, threw it in Franks face.

I glanced at the bedside clock and saw I had already been here hour. It was
near midnight. 'I better finish up here,' I thought. Frank sputtered clearing
his eyes and nostrils of the water I had thrown on him.

He looked up at me, still with hatred in his eyes. His forehead was beaded
with sweat and snot ran from his nose. 'I'll have to admit he's pretty tough'
I thought. I balled my fist and drove it into his ribs. There was a slight
give as the mattress took up some of the impact, but I knew I had managed to
break a few ribs. "Ahh," Frank wailed behind his gag. Tears formed at the
corner of his eyes.

"I'm going to break your hip now," I told him, "Do you think I can do it with
one punch?" I hit him square on the pelvis, breaking it. As I watched, his
eyes rolled back in his head as he passed out. His bladder gave way and he wet
himself. 'Disgusting,' I thought. I untied his wrists and ankles.

'Time to finish this,' I thought. I dumped Frank's body onto the floor and sat
on the edge of the bed. Grasping a handful of hair, I lifted his face into my
crotch. I crossed my ankles and slowly squeezed my massive thighs. The first
thing to break was his jaw followed by his skull. 'I wish I was naked,' I
thought, 'I'd love to feel the breath going out of his body against my pussy.'

Relaxing my legs, Frank slumped to the floor. I quickly checked for a pulse.
When I didn't feel one, I stood up and went to the dresser. I took the box of
pictures and dumped them onto Frank's body. 'Let everyone know what kind of a
person, or animal, you are,' I thought.

I left his house as I had come in, through the rear door. It was half passed
midnight. I needed to get home and shower. 'What started out as a quiet day at
the beach turned into much more,' I thought, 'but the world was short one
pervert as a result.'