Sandi and Bubba By Diana the Valkyrie, with acknowledgments to David Sullivan Sandi meets a 350 pound, six foot six mountain of muscle called Bubba (C) Diana the Valkyrie, 1996. Email me at valkyrie@thevalkyrie.com This isn't my usual style of story. I wrote this because someone suggested the idea, and suggested that Sandi Stone might be pounded into a grease spot by a 350 pound, six foot six mountain of muscle called Bubba in a prison cell. Maybe. Maybe not. The only way to find out, is to arrange the match. So I did, and here's the result. I don't know why this sort of character is always called Bubba, but I'll not break this fine tradition. This is a story. It didn't actually happen. I made it up, based on nothing except my own imagination. Except David Sullivan says he made up the Sandi Stone character, and I see no reason to doubt him, she couldn't possibly be real, could she? This story is considerably more gruesome and nauseating than any of the "Diana Rhodes" series, and arguably more brutal and horrid than the original Sandi series. A lot of people won't find it to their taste. There's lots of blood, broken bones, and femdom, as she brutalises Bubba beyond any reasonable human endurance. There's a touch of scatology, and a suggestion that one of the characters might have been involved in illegal acts with minors, although there is no such scene in the story, and no evidence is presented either way. I simply don't know how to put this more emphatically. Don't read any further unless you've got a strong stomach. But do remember, it is only a story, it didn't actually happen, and no bytes were harmed in the story telling process. Diana the Valkyrie, 1996. Email me at valkyrie@thevalkyrie.com Sandi and Bubba They threw me in this stinking cell. I didn't touch her! And anyway, she told me she was old enough; she certainly looked it, with that short skirt and all that make-up. I'm no child molester. I guessed it would all be sorted out the next day, and they'd let me go, maybe with an apology. An hour later, they pushed this great gorilla into the cell with me. He stank of tobacco and sweat. He must have been six-six, 350 pounds, and I'm just five foot even, and on a good day I'm 100 pounds. Brain is much more important than brawn. But as they pushed him in, they said "Joe will look after you, Bubba. You like little children, don't you Joe?" Then they shut the cell door with a clang, and I heard their footsteps die away in the distance. Bubba turned to me and grinned, showing his yellow snaggle teeth. "Hello, pretty girl." I shook my head. He lumbered over to me. "You like kiddies, do you?" I didn't know what to say, I couldn't run, I couldn't hide. "I like kiddies myself, got three." Oh, well, if that's what he meant, then "Yes, I like kids." "Screw around with them, do you?" "No, no" I said, terrified. "Like to fuck little children do you?" "No, never, I wouldn't ..." "That what you're in for, is it?" "No, no, it's all a mistake ..." He brought up his big fist and showed it to me. It was as big as a watermelon, as hard as a rock. "See this?" he said. I nodded, more scared than ever in my life. "I'm not a talker, not good at finding words. This talks for me." Suddenly, I was on the floor, my chest felt like I'd been hit with a sledgehammer, I could hardly breathe. "Get your trousers off" he said. Oh, no, I thought. "Please, no?" He showed me that big fist again, huge, hairy and hard. I pulled my trousers down. "And the underpants." I didn't argue. That fist could kill me. "Now stand up, and bend over. Spread your legs, and grip your ankles." I prayed that it would be over quickly. Then there were footsteps outside. God loves me, I thought, the cops were coming back. This time, there were four of them, and they had a woman with them, a girl really, her hands cuffed behind her back. She was young, pretty, blonde hair in a ponytail like a schoolgirl, but she was wearing a long sleeved silk robe down to her ankles, so I couldn't see what her body was like. They handled her roughly, not like you handle a nice young girl. "It takes four of you to handle one girl" she sneered as they manhandled her through the cell door. They pushed her into the cell, still handcuffed, then they locked the door. Only then did they unlock the cuffs. She rubbed her wrists where the metal had chafed them, and looked round the cell. God, she was pretty. Bubba was licking his lips, practically slobbering. I was glad, he'd lose interest in me now. She could take his prick instead of my asshole, that's what cunts are for, isn't it? "Lie down on the bunk" Bubba said to her. "You're gonna love this." I thought watching would be quite fun, too. She stood by the cell door, just looking at him, calmly. "Listen, asshole. I'll tell you why I'm here. I fight men for a living, and tonight in the ring, I nearly killed a man. I broke his back over my thigh, and crushed his ribs with my arms. When the ref tried to stop me, I smashed him up, too, and when they called the cops, I put two of them in hospital before the other four pulled me down. Now I've had a bad day, I'm tired and I want to go to sleep. That's my bunk, and you're going to lie over in that corner over there and not make a sound. Either you do it yourself, or you'll do it because you're unconscious, I don't care which." Then she unbelted the robe and let it slide to the floor. I gasped, moaned and had an instant erection. She was incredible. Maybe five-six, but built like a tank. Layer on layer of hard muscle covered her powerful-looking body, she had thighs like tree trunks, hard and ridged, and her arms were big, so big. Then she flexed them, and huge bulges of rock hard muscle leaped into view. She looked like a male weightlifter, only more muscular, harder and with those two magnificent breasts adorning her chest, standing out proudly. She was wearing denim cut-offs, which looked as if they could barely contain those vast thighs, but above the waist she was entirely naked. I couldn't help myself, lying on the cell floor I let go with an enormous orgasm. She noticed, looked over at me, and chuckled, amused by my loss of self- control. Then she looked at Bubba, standing staring at her like he'd never seen a woman before, and I guess neither of us had seen a woman like this. And she smiled at him. "Well, limpdick? I guess it's going to be the fun way. My fun, your pain," and she started to walk towards him. Bubba snarled. "No bitch tells me what to do" he said, and he swung that huge meaty fist at her face. She simply stepped back and let him scythe the air. "I'm gonna pound you to hamburger" he said, stepping forward. "Then I'll fuck you till you bleed." She stood her ground, and brought her fists up. "No, sweetcakes. You're the one who's gonna get fucked up." He took another swing, a big, looping punch, but by the time it arrived at its destination, she wasn't there any more. She stepped to one side, then around and behind him, and she punched him in the back. He whirled, but she'd moved again, and when he turned back, before he'd oriented himself, her fist flashed out and hit his nose, hard. I saw the red blood begin to trickle down his face. She smiled at the sight. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and saw the blood. "Mistake, bitch. Now I'm not just gonna have fun with you, now I'm gonna ruin that pretty face for ever." She smiled confidently. "How are you going to do that? With your smell? That's the strongest thing you've got. When was the last time you took a bath? I guess last year, no wonder you have to rape little boys like him." She pointed over at me. "You're a fag, aren't you. Like little boys, don't you. Scared of a real woman like me, aren't you? Well, you're right to be scared of me, because this little girlie is going to tear you up worse than you've ever been beaten in your life, and you know why I'm going to smash your body and ruin what's left of your pathetic life? Just so I can get a decent night's sleep." Bubba screamed in rage, and charged across the cell, swinging his fists as he moved. She moved towards him, but stepped aside before they met, avoiding his fist, and then she turned, and gave him a shove, sending him off-balance, slamming face first into the cell wall. "Right, bitch. You're really asking for it, and you're gonna get it." Bubba stripped off his denim jacket, and I guessed that my estimate of his weight hadn't been far off, at that. But he wasn't fat. It was all muscle, big, heavy muscle. He was bigger than she was; twelve inches taller, maybe, and a couple of hundred pounds heavier. Her skill had kept her out of trouble so far, but in the confines of the cell, she was ultimately doomed. This wasn't a boxing ring, with a referee to ensure fair play, with rounds and time to recover between them. This was real fighting, where Bubba's size and strength meant that he ruled. He'd pound her until she was a grease spot. She looked at his big muscled body. "You think you can stand up to me with that?" she laughed. "I'm Sandi Stone. I fight men for a living, smash them and destroy them with my big hard muscles. You have no idea how strong I am, but you're about to find out. I've fought two men your size at once, real experienced rough-neck fighters, and destroyed them both. You don't stand a chance, sweety-pie. I'll give you one last chance. You get down on your hands and knees and lick my feet, and I'll let you sleep in that corner over there, with him." She pointed at me, smiling at me. My erection began to grow again, this woman was something else. "Fuck you, bitch" was Bubba's answer. This time, instead of rushing across the cell, he moved slowly, carefully. But his huge bulk almost filled the space, and he held his arms out wide so she couldn't get past him. He was trying to crowd her into a corner, so he could finish her off, but she wasn't moving. Suddenly, she took one step forward, and hurled herself at him, using those big thighs to give herself momentum. I watched as her fist came up from near her waist, flashing forward, powered by those hugely muscled arms, she must have been nineteen, maybe twenty inches in the bicep. Her shoulders were like cannon-balls as her deltoids added to the force of the blow. By the time her fist reached his flesh, it was traveling with the force of a steam-hammer. She aimed her blow at his side, just under the ribs, and her knuckles twisted as they made impact. I heard the smack as she made contact, and then Bubba's bellow of pain as her fist turned his insides to jelly. Instead of hitting his big hard belly, she'd struck his side, unprotected by the layer of muscle that covered his gut. Sit-ups and abs crunches develop your stomach muscles, I knew, but unless you do side crunches, the muscles protecting your sides are weak and soft. She'd seen his weakness, and she'd gone for it. The force of her blow threw him sideways into the cell wall, and he bounced off it, and sank to the floor, moaning in pain from her punch. "One punch, lard-belly. One punch is all it takes to put you down. I guess you've never been in a fight before, right? Not a real one, with someone who knows what to do, who knows how to damage that big soft body. Soft and flabby, you're easy, you know that? I fight real men, and they can't stand up to my big hard muscles. I built these muscles so I could cause pain to strong men. You smell strong, you feel soft. You're like a walk in the park on a summer day." She stood quietly on the other side of the cell, stretching her fingers and looking at me. I smiled at her, hoping to look friendly and non- threatening. She smiled back. "Got a bit of a premature ejaculation problem, have you?" I couldn't help it, I came again, spurting over my belly as I lay there half naked. Bubba was picking himself up, slowly, carefully, favouring his left side. "Big mistake, bitch. I was gonna let you live before." Sandi turned to look at him. "Oh, gee, that sure was nice of you, limpdick. Now look, you've got me all scared. Frightened little girl, what am I gonna do?" "Bubba. The name's Bubba. Remember it, you'll only need to know it for a few minutes." "OK," Sandi said, happily. "Baby. Do they call you Big Baby? Do you cry a lot, then? Because I'm going to make you cry. I'm going to hurt you more than you've ever been hurt, even if I have to hold my nose to do it. Then you're going to cry, cry like the big baby you are. You'll beg me to stop, to have mercy, but I won't, once I start, I don't stop until you're a physical wreck. I won't just hurt you, I'm going to damage you permanently, your body and your mind. You'll wish you'd never met Sandi Stone. I fight men for a living, fuckhead, doesn't that tell you something? Think about it. Look at my face, does it look like I've ever been beaten, dickhead? Look at my body, look at the woman who's going to tear your body into mush. Do I look like I can't do exactly what I say?" I looked at her. I'd hate to be in Bubba's shoes right now, but I was getting a third erection. What a body! Muscle upon muscle. She was standing with her arms flexed, showing off those incredible biceps, triceps and deltoids. If I had half what she had, hell, if I had a quarter of her build I'd be a happy man. Bubba moved a bit more slowly now, and I noticed that he kept his left arm down, keeping his elbow over his damaged side. "Hurts, does it?" she said. "That was just one punch, limpdick. Just one little love tap. My fist hit you once and you're injured, in pain? Well, I've got plenty more. You and me, baby, we're gonna have a bundle of laughs. You're gonna be the bundle, and I'm gonna laugh. Get ready to hurt some more." He moved carefully to the middle of the cell. Sandi stood casually, her hands on her hips, watching him. Suddenly, he moved, a lot faster than before. His right fist jabbed out towards her belly, too fast for her to react. She didn't even try to get out of the way, she just tensed her muscles, ready for the blow. A punch like that would have ended it for me. I would have been curled up in agony, just trying to breathe. Sandi barely moved. The momentum make her take a small step backwards, but she didn't even flinch, and her hands stayed on her hips. "Is that they best you can do, sweetiepie? Is that the way a man punches? You could do that all day and I wouldn't feel a thing." Her right hand flicked up to his face, and dabbed at his nose, once, twice. And just as he brought his left hand up to ward off the third punch to his nose, she changed targets. She stepped back a little, twisted her body to the left, then brought her fist looping round in a devastating uppercut to his left side, hitting the exact point that she'd damaged with her earlier punch. His scream was high-pitched, and short. He fell to his knees, clutching his left side, bending over. She didn't follow up her advantage though, she just stood over him, watching his pain, watching him suffer, smiling in obvious pleasure at his agony. She glanced over at me; I tried to make myself as small and non-threatening as I could, and I smiled weakly back at her. She licked her lips at me, and I was terribly afraid, afraid that Bubba would be the main course, with me for desert. After a few minutes, he lumbered to his feet, and she switched her attention to him. He wasn't so brave now, and he kept his left arm stiffly over his side, protecting it from her fist. As soon as she got close enough, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed her wrist, jerking her forward. She wasn't expecting that, and he whipped her around, her weight no match for his giant strength, spinning her until her back was against him. Then he put his arms under hers and over her neck, in a full nelson. The big man towered over the smaller woman, holding her arms helpless in his grip, and bearing down with his weight, trying to crush her to the ground. But her powerful legs were more than enough to support them both. Her thighs were huge and hard, and I had no difficulty imagining what it must feel like to be between them. He tried to bend her body, and he couldn't make her waist give way. Then he tried to bend her neck down, and he couldn't. The powerful muscles of her upper body could easily resist his best efforts. Then she spoke. "Is that the best you can do, babycakes? You should have stuck to mugging little boys, it looks like a woman is too much for you. See if you can hold me now." She stood up straight, in spite of his efforts to get her down, her breasts standing out firm and proud over her big muscular chest. I shot my wad again as her arm muscles bulged and strained against his. My god, I thought, her arms are actually bigger than his. Stronger, for sure. Her muscles slowly overcame his grip as her arms descended, forcing his fingers apart and breaking his hold using her sheer strength. "No man has ever been able to hold me." she sneered. "You just don't have what it takes, baby." She pulled her arms down hard, bringing his hands within her reach. She gripped his left hand in both of hers, the size of his hand giving her plenty to get hold of, and she whirled around, keeping hold of his hand, twisting his arm and raising it up high on his back in an excruciating hammerlock. Then, standing behind him, she pushed his left arm high up his back. "You want to wrestle? I can do that too. But let's have some more pain first." She held his left arm behind his back with her right hand, and twisted hard. Then her left fist pistoned into his side, once, twice, three times, digging deep into the place she'd already damaged with her two ripping punches. His face was a mask of agony as she held him up by his arm, and sent her fist thudding into his side, again and again. He was screaming, a high pitched, breathless scream, as the waves of agony from his damaged side flooded his brain and blotted out anything else. And then his strength gave out, his resistance crumpled, his knees buckled and he sank to the floor. She let go of his arm, and changed her target, aiming her fist at his left kidney, striking again and again as his body jerked and writhed in agony on the floor. After a little while, she stopped, and straightened up, standing tall over the groaning, beaten man. She stepped back, and raised her arms to her head. She stood there and undid her ponytail, shook her hair out, combed it with her fingers, then put the elastic band back in place, making it neat and tidy. As her arms reached up to her hair, her biceps bulged spectacularly, showing me the muscles that had just mangled Bubba's body. And as I watched her, I had a fourth erection. The effect of this powerful, vicious woman was beyond my self control, and she looked down at me and chuckled. "Like what you see, honeybunch? You and me will play later, don't worry, I won't leave you out. But for you, it'll just be the terrible pain that my muscles will bring you, not the devastating damage that this asshole is going to get." I moaned, terrified of what she might do to me. Bubba didn't scare me any more, he was just a moaning, groaning heap of blubber on the floor. He'd have made mincemeat out of me, but Sandi Stone was too much for him. I only hoped that she'd work out her aggression on him. He started to get up. God, that guy was dumb. She smiled, and moved over to where he was bent over, pushing himself to his feet. She pushed him back against the wall of the cell, and said "This is one of my favourite moves," and her right fist traveled about twelve inches, impacting the wall of muscle that was his gut. And then again, and a third time, and this time I could see that her fist penetrated deep into his belly. She'd broken the resistance of his abdominal muscles, and her fist could now reach inside his gut and tear up his insides. Again and again her fist thudded home, sinking deeper and deeper into his softening flesh. But she didn't follow up this advantage. She stepped back, and brought both her fists down on the back of his neck. He dropped like dead meat, hitting the floor hard, I saw his head bounce as it smacked against the concrete. She stood over him, putting one of those huge legs between his shoulder blades, and bent over, lifting his right hand, his arm straight. She pulled his arm up and backwards, and when it was close enough, she twisted and sent a powerful left-handed punch into the back of his elbow. I heard a sickening crack as his elbow bent in a way that elbows don't bend. Then she lifted that arm straight up, high into the air behind him, and stamped down hard on his shoulder. Again there was a terrible sound, a rending, tearing sound, as his shoulder dislocated and his tendons tore. I guessed that he'd never be able to use his right arm again, at least not without expensive repairs. "Auughh" he screamed as her fist smashed into his elbow joint, then "Aaah" as his shoulder disintegrated under her attack. She stepped back, satisfied with her work, and glanced over at me again. I was pulling my pud as fast as possible, and she chuckled, amused at the effect she was having on me. She walked over to where I lay, put her foot in my groin, and spoke to me. "Stop that, little boy. You'll come when I tell you to." I stopped at once, fearful of what she might do to me. She pushed my legs apart with her foot, then put her toes on my balls. She must have been pressing down lightly, but the tears streamed down my face from the incredible pain. I tried to pull her foot off my genitals, but I might as well have tried to lift a tree trunk. "Nooo, please, no" I begged her, "You're hurting me, please, the pain, the pain, it hurts so much." She smiled down at me. "I like your pain. I love your pain. Your pain turns me on, make me feel good inside. I love to hurt men, to humiliate them, to hear them beg me to stop. This is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to him." She nodded at Bubba. "He's going to discover that raping a woman isn't such a good idea as he thought. You already know that, don't you, honeybunch?" "Yes, oh please, oh it hurts, please, please don't." She smiled, and took her foot off my balls. "If I wanted to really damage you, I'd have crushed them flat. Now, you sit there quietly until I'm ready for you. I'll need that cock nice and hard, so look after it." Bubba's groans had lessened, the pain must have faded. She stood over him. "Stand up, limpdick. It's playtime again." He'd learned from his mistake, and he stayed down. "Are you scared of the little girl, then? Get up and face me like a man. Or is a real woman too much for you?" Bubba looked up. He was in a lot of pain, but her words had reached through to his ego. He struggled to stand up; she stood in front of him and helped him get up, and he slowly rose to his full six foot six. But then he didn't stop rising. She got behind him, leaned him over onto her back, and when he was on her shoulders, she put one hand on his thigh, the other on his chest, and she pushed him straight up into the air, over her head. I couldn't imagine the strength of this girl, lifting a 350 pound man over her head. Then she simply stepped away from under him, and let him fall to the floor. He bounced a couple of inches, like a dead cat, then lay still. "Not much fight left in you, I think" she observed, smiling. She got down on the floor next to him, one foot on the ground, one knee on floor, the blanket from the bunk protecting her knee from the rough concrete. In that position, I was able to appreciate the size and power of her thighs, and I realised that throughout the whole time so far, she'd relied on her upper body strength to smash Bubba. She hardly used her legs at all. I shuddered as I thought of what she could do with those mighty columns of power-packed steel. If she'd destroyed him with her fists, what could she have done with her legs. I thought of them wrapped round my pitiful body, and I prayed I'd never be in that position. And I also prayed that I would. I was still crying from the pain in my testicles, still terrified of what she'd do to me when she finished with Bubba, and yet frightened that maybe she'd have had enough from him, and wouldn't want to hurt me any more. She looked over at me. "Admiring my legs now? Big, aren't they? But I don't like to use them in a fight, it makes it too easy. I like a bit of a challenge, a bit of a workout. And most of all, I love the feeling as a man's body crumbles under my fists, as my punches slowly tear him apart and reduce him to pulp." She pulled him towards her, and lifted him so that his back rested on her thigh. His heels dangled on the floor, as did his hands. His head was tilted back, exposing his vulnerable throat to her hands, but she just rested her left hand on it, holding him in place. Then she brought her right fist down on his belly in a devastatingly hard punch to his gut. The first time, his eyes flew open with shock as her fist traveled deep into his stomach, and the pain penetrated his body. The next few punches destroyed any ability he had to tense his abs against the blows, and from there on, it was all downhill. Her fist kept hammering and hammering, and I could see his body jerking with each blow. I could also see that his weakened stomach was getting less and less able to resist the impacts, softer and softer, more and more yielding, and her fist was sinking deeper and deeper into his big body. I saw blood trickling out of his mouth as her fist first bruised, then ruptured and tore up his internal organs. I guessed he'd need a long time in hospital to recover from the savage hammering that his body was suffering. She paused, and looked across at me. I let go of my prick at once. "Naughty, naughty" she said. "I told you, I've got plans for that little ding-a-ling." I whimpered, terrified that she might castrate me or something. She pushed Bubba off her thigh. He was still conscious, still aware of the terrible things she was doing to him, but by now, he was completely unable to resist her. His right arm was broken, his right shoulder torn and dislocated. The damage she'd done to his left side and kidney made his left arm too painful to move, and her assault on his gut had ruptured some internal organs, so he was bleeding internally, and his blood was dribbling out of his mouth. But she wasn't finished. "Now, sweetiepie, what else can we do? I know - ribs!" she said brightly. She got him in a sitting position on the floor of the cell, and tried to put her arms round him, but his body was simply too big for her to reach round. "Now that's a pity." I'm not sure if she was talking to me or Bubba. "I do love to hug a man and feel his ribs cracking and breaking. Never mind, let's do this instead." She crouched down and put her knee against his back to keep him in place, and cupped her hands over his chin, and tilted his head back. And back. And back. The cords were standing out in his neck, his head was tilted further back than I would have thought possible, and then she leaned over him, and started to rub her breasts against his face. "Mmmm, that feels good" she said, closing her eyes with pleasure. Her grip on his chin meant that Bubba couldn't even groan, but the agony was plain from the way his legs twitched and jerked. She kept her knee in his back, and pulled his head back even further, using the weight of her upper body to press his face down. I thought, if she keeps that up, she'll break his spine and kill him, but she seemed to know exactly how far she could go, moving her big bust over his face to keep him in terrible pain for a long time. And she was talking to him, crooning to him like to a lover. "You like my big breasts? Does that feel good to you? You men all like my breasts, doesn't that feel good? It feels good to me, doesn't it feel good to you?" She held his head back, his neck arched horribly, and rubbed her nipples on his mouth. "Isn't this nice? I could do this all day long, little Bubba. Your dick's no good, all soft and limp like that, but your mouth feels nice on my tits. Here, let me help you bend your head back a bit more," and she pressed her chest down on his face some more. And once more, she looked up and caught me at it, I couldn't help myself, she was so incredible, so strong, so dominant. "I won't tell you again, honeybunch. You stop that, I want that cock for later." My hands flew up, to show her I was obeying her, and I gritted my teeth against my terrible need. She let Bubba flop down to the ground, and sat on his chest, her legs neatly folded under her. I could see he was crying now, but she wasn't taking any notice. She was looking straight at me. "I've got a little job for you, honeybunch." I nodded frantically. "Anything you want, anything." She smiled. "Yes, I know. Have patience, little one, I'll get to you soon enough." Bubba was beginning to moan and stir again. I could see what she was doing, she didn't want to hurt him enough to make him pass out. She wanted him to feel the pain, to understand what was happening to him, most of all to know that a girl was doing this to him, holding him helpless with her strong muscles and breaking his body and soul. She propped him up against the wall, in a sitting position. Then she stood up, gripped his hair and in an astonishing display of pure muscular power, lifted him up. She kept him upright by jamming her shoulder against his chest, and I saw her fist swing in a vicious uppercut into his gut. Then she gripped his lower jaw in one hand, holding him almost upright as he sagged towards the floor. She leaned forward and rubbed his chest with her nipple. "That's the place, sweetheart. That's the place. I can feel a nice little rib just there. Can you feel my breast, touching you there?" Bubba was crying openly now, all self control gone. I couldn't hear any words, just an incoherent jumble. Suddenly, Sandi ripped a punch into the place she'd marked with her nipple. His body shook in reaction, his knees gave out, but Sandi continued to hold him up, her hand pressing against his jaw. She waited until he stopped shaking, then leaned forward again, rubbing her big breasts against the same place on his chest. "This is fun, isn't it? You said you wanted to have sex with me, do you like the feel of my tits against your body?" I could hear Bubba moaning "No, no, please don't hurt me any more, please don't..." "That's what I like to hear" Sandi said happily. "A man in pain, begging for mercy. Well, limpdick, I don't have any mercy. I've got plenty more pain for you, though." She ripped another incredible shot into his chest, and his body shuddered as the shock tore through him. She bent close to him again, and once more rubbed her tits against his chest, where her fists had made a big red mark. "I know you like my big tits. Men always stare at them. How do they feel, is it nice?" "No, please, please don't hurt me" Bubba was begging, pleading with the woman who was destroying him with her fists. "Wrong answer, pencil-dick" she snarled, and her fist drove deep into his body again. I heard something break, and I felt sure it wasn't one of Sandi's bones. "Tell me my body feels good on you. Let's try that again, fuckface." Sandi rubbed her nipple against his chest again, in the same place. He groaned with pain as her firm flesh dug into his broken rib. "What's the matter, sweetcakes? Does it feel good, feel nice." "Yes, oh yes" he groaned. "Do you want me to hurt you some more." "Yes, yes, please hurt me, please don't stop, please hurt me." He was totally confused now, totally under her control. "You like women with big tits, don't you? You like the feel of mine, don't you?" He moaned in fear. "Yes, please, I'll do anything you want, you've beaten me, I can't take any more." "Wrong," she said. "I'm very good at knowing how much pain a man can take, and you're a long way away from the limit. I've had a lot of practice at this. I can take you to the point of unconsciousness, and pull you back again. Look at me. Look at me!" His eyes flew open in fear at the command in her voice. She softened her tone. "Next time you see a well-built woman, you'll know what she could do to you if she wanted." She made a fist and rubbed his broken chest with it. He winced painfully. "Does it hurt" "Oh, yes, it hurts so much." "Good." She raised her fist and brought it crashing down in the same place. The pain drove the wind from his body, and for a long time, he just stood against the wall, with only her big powerful arm holding him up, his eyes closed, breathing very shallow. "Next time you see a well-built woman, you'll be scared, scared of any woman with big tits like mine. You want me to rub my tits against your body again?" "Yes, hurt me, punch me, oh, please." "Any time a woman curls her hand up into a fist, you'll remember my fists and what they did to your weak limpdick body. Any time a woman tells you to do something, you'll obey her instantly, without question. And do you know why?" He moaned softly, beyond words. "Because you'll remember the time a woman gave you the worst beating of your life, and you'll be scared that another woman will beat the shit out of you. And maybe she will, if she feels like it." She let go of him, and let him slump to the floor, face down, crying, sobbing. A broken man. She stood up, and walked over to me. I looked up at her, afraid of what she might do to me. I was half her weight, and she'd just devastated a much bigger man. I wouldn't last through one of her punches. She squatted down, and showed me one of those terrible fists. "You know what that is?" I nodded. "That's doom and destruction. That's pain and torture. That's a woman's fist, the fist of a woman who can tear you apart. You want to feel it?" I shook my head; she could probably kill me with one punch. "Yes you do." I started to tremble. She rubbed her knuckles against my body. I didn't try to resist, what would be the point? "Stand up!" She helped me to my feet, and led me over to the blubbering mess that she'd made of the big man. She pointed to him. "Look at that. He thought he was a man. He thought that he could rape me. Now he knows better, now he knows he isn't a man, he's just a pitiful wreck. He'll never be able to face a woman again. He'll always remember the way that a woman can beat him to a pulp. But now I have a bit of a problem, and you're going to help me with it, heartface, aren't you?" I nodded, eager to agree, eager to be of some use to her. "The problem is, he's been beaten to a mush, and there's only the three of us in this cell. So either it was me that did it, or it was you. Are you following me so far?" I swallowed, I wasn't sure where this was going. "The guy I crippled in the ring, well he signed a consent form, so that covers me. The ref, I didn't hurt him too bad, just enough to get him out of my way. The cops, well, they won't want to admit that it took six of them to handle one girl. But Bubba's a bit of a problem, do you see?" I wasn't sure what she meant, and I said so. She sighed. "You really are a bit thick, aren't you? Well, it's not your fault, maybe a bit of a blessing, actually. It's like this. You were locked up with this very attractive guy, and you raped him. OK? He resisted a bit, and you had to subdue him, which is why he's a bit messed up. Understand?" I shook my head. "I wouldn't be able to handle a guy that size. Anyway, it wasn't me, it was you, I watched the whole thing." She closed her eyes, and looked exasperated. "Look, you don't want to make me angry do you?" I shook my head hard. No, definitely not. "OK, then, it happened the way I just told it. Or would you rather be punished?" She showed me her fist, and my eyes traveled down her arm and up to her shoulder. I didn't want that lot invading my little body. "I don't want to have to hurt you, heartface, but I will if I need to convince you. Now, pull down his trousers, I can't bear to touch them." I could understand why. At some point in the fight, Bubba had lost control of his bowels, and the mess and stench was awful. "Clean him up a bit." I used his own trousers to wipe the worst of it off him while she watched, sitting on the bunk in the corner, her legs dangling over the edge. "Now make yourself hard." I looked across at her, but she was serious. What did she have in mind? "Come on, I want that lovely little cock nice and hard. Remember? You're going to rape him." I try to blot the memory of the next hour or so out of my mind, but it keeps coming back. Sandi sat on the bunk, plaiting her hair into braids, while I did my best to fuck a 350 pound gorilla in the ass, all the while conscious of what he'd do to me if I did this unspeakable act, and what she'd do to me if I didn't. I was more scared of her than of him, a lot more. He didn't look like he could hurt a kitten, and she looked like she could tear me in half without raising a sweat. She didn't have to threaten me. I'd seen what she could do, and I didn't want her to start thinking of the possibilities. He wasn't what you'd call sexually attractive in the first place, and the smell of his unwashed body, the sour smell of old beer and the stench of tobacco all mingled with the mess his bowels had created. I shut my eyes and thought of young girls, thought of pretty, sweet, innocent young girls, but even that didn't turn me on the way it usually did. Then an image of Sandi tearing Bubba apart with her fists leapt into my mind, and I was instantly erect. I thrust and shoved, pushed and fucked until the memory of Sandi destroying Bubba's arm brought an orgasm flooding out of my cock, into his backside. I collapsed exhausted on top of him, and she said "Now you stay right there, and don't move." She lay down on the bunk and fell asleep, confident that neither of the two men in the cell with her presented any kind of threat. Next day, the cops came and released her. She was right, no-one had the balls to press charges against her, to admit that they'd been beaten up by a woman. And although they were a bit sceptical about my story of raping Bubba, a semen test soon proved that I'd been inside him, and I stuck to my story unflinchingly. Well, it's better to be inside for raping a 350 pound muscle-man, than a little girl. You get treated with a lot more respect. Diana the Valkyrie Email me at valkyrie@thevalkyrie.com Or via alt.amazon-women.admirers