Ron and Danny's Adventures with Sandi Stone. Part Two:
By David Sullivan



My big brother Ron and I are fighters. No holds barred fighters. He is 6"6'
and weighs 280#. He is the strongest man I know. Anyway, I still fight. Ron
doesn't anymore. He had never come close to losing a fight. Then Ron took a
fight with the 5"6' 180# well known man beater Sandi Stone. He shouldn't have.
He should have stayed a mile away from the merciless female. His 1 foot height
and 100 pound weight advantages meant absolutely nothing. Ron had stood no
chance against the phenomenal strength of the girl. Sandi totally out muscled
my brother from the outset. Her strength was so overwhelmingly more than Ron's
that he had stood absolutely no chance against her. He was lucky to survive.
She threw Ron around the ring as if he weighed nothing. She lifted him with
ease and slammed him to the mat repeatedly. Sandi hurt Ron so badly with her
muscles that he had finally begged her to stop the terrible punishment that
she was inflicting upon him. The girl then humiliated him by making Ron crawl
to her and plead for mercy again and again. After he had totally degraded
himself the cruel girl used the fearsome strength of her muscles and smashed
him some more. She finished him off by using her fists to break his ribs,
cheek and jawbone right in front of me. I lost it, screamed at her, and called
her a bitch. She silenced and TERRIFIED me with just one look from her ice
blue eyes. She had said something as well, but I hadn't heard it. I was so
scared that nothing she had said registered.

Ron was a broken shell after the fight. He had spent a month in the hospital.
His body never really fully recovered. That was the least of it though. His
ego and manhood were completely gone. They had been beaten out of him by the
huge muscles and iron fists of the busty girl. He lost forty pounds. He didn't
work out any more. He quit the steroids. Ron just sat in a chair all day
watching TV. He would burst into tears at random times. He screamed out in his
sleep. He sometimes shook like an 80 year old man with palsy. Seeing my
brother like that reminded me every day of how the muscular Amazon had
brutalized him.

I had to take more fights to pay the bills. The rage I felt for the brutal
girl fueled me. I won fight after fight. I was winning my fights but the bills
were kicking my butt. About eight months had gone by when I got an offer for a
"blind" cage fight for a LOT of money with a fighter 'about my size". I jumped
at it as this was the answer to my financial plight. I was foolish to take the
match without knowing who my opponent was to be. I needed the money though.

Fight Night! As arranged, I was in the caged ring first. I started to notice
the crowd. There seemed to be a lot more women than usual. They seemed to be
in extraordinary spirits. I started to get a bit nervous. This is not how
crowds acted before a fight.

Then I saw HER. The girl, Sandi Stone that had brutally slaughtered my brother
was slowly striding down the aisle. SHE was wearing a pair of gray sweats that
covered her body from the ponytail brushing the back of her neck to her bare
toes. I tried to run out of the ring. The door had been locked though. I
started to climb the chain link fencing until I saw that the cage was totally
covered over. I dropped to the mat and heard the females in the crowd hooting
and hollering. I went to the far corner and cowered. I was whimpering in
abject terror. Two six foot Amazon women entered the ring and dragged me to
the middle where Sandi waited.

The woman ref was giving us the rules, such as they were, for the fight. I was
too paralyzed with fear to hear a word of what she was saying. That gray
sweatshirt pretty much hid everything except Sandi's 'Playboy' size breasts
... and her NFL size shoulders. She couldn't hide the twin mounds and those
shoulders. It's what I COULDN'T see that terrified me so badly. Underneath
that shirt were the huge, mountainous, harder than steel female muscles that
had taken men much bigger, much stronger, and much tougher than me, like my
brother, and had effortlessly smashed them into barely living lumps of broken
flesh and bone.

Sandi stripped off her sweatpants and tossed them to the ref. I was transfixed
in terror as I stared the monstrously powerful muscles of her legs. Those
granite thighs of hers could crush my chest like it was an eggshell without
even trying. The barefooted girl was wearing a pair of white shorts that
looked like they were painted on. I squeaked in complete and utter fear as
Sandi flexed her right thigh. Her already huge muscles exploded in size and
definition. " I told you that you should have packed on some muscle little
man." She breathed. "Now it's too late!" I tried to back away but the two
Amazons held me tight. The three women left the cage by its one door. As it
clanged shut Sandi grasped the top of her sweatshirt where the cotton was
doubled over and stitched with strong thread. "Well baby boy, it's just you
and me now!" With a cruel grin on her face, the young girl simply ripped the
sweatshirt from her body. Her muscles were so incredibly powerful that the
thick cotton fabric shredded like it was a sheet of tissue paper. I was now so
afraid of the girl that I was making squeaking noises. Sandi laughed as she
shrugged off the remnants of the shirt. "Oohhh! The little man is SO SO afraid
... but there's just NO place for him to go. Poor baby." I began to
hyperventilate as her words cut into me like a dagger. The cruel Amazon wore a
very thin tight white top that covered the lower half of her very prominent
bust. The top had BITCH written on it in red letters. I began to cry openly as
she bared the massive man smashing muscles of her upper body. "Here little
boy." She laughed. "Let me give you something to REALLY cry about!" Then the
girl started to slowly flex her right arm. Her huge biceps grew into mountains
of unbelievable size and power. She did give me something to really cry about,
and I did! Sandi stroked the bulging mass of steel with her left hand. "The
bell's going to ring in a few seconds." She breathed sensuously. "Then this
'bitches' muscles get to play with you." I could see her nipples hardening as
she was getting excited with anticipation. "We're going to have SO MUCH fun
together! And for SUCH a LONG time too!" The bell rang. Whimpering in abject
terror, I started moving around the ring to stay out of the girl's clutches.

With an innocent smile on her face, Sandi slowly advanced towards me. Each
time I darted one way, she would nonchalantly turn towards me. She held her
arms casually down at her sides. Sandi knew that I posed no threat to her
whatsoever. The cruel 180 pound Amazon had easily out muscled and massacred
every weight trained 260 pound man that had ever been foolish enough to face
her. Here I was, a mere 185 pounds, and not even half as powerful as the
girl's normal opponents. I was far far too weak to cause her any concern at
all. On the other hand, I was terrified beyond belief. I was the goldfish that
had been thrown into a tank with a piranha. I could evade her one time, ten
times, a hundred. It didn't matter. Like the piranha, all that the girl had to
do was get hold of me ONCE and I was finished. There could be NO other result.
I had absolutely NO chance against the overwhelming strength of Sandi's
muscles. On the absolute best day of my life and on her absolute worst, Sandi
could still slaughter me effortlessly with one hand tied behind her back. I
KNEW, and SHE knew, that I had NO chance, NONE, against the monumental
strength and brutal power of her huge, hard as steel muscles.

Whimpering audibly and shaking in terror, I looked quickly back and forth,
hoping, begging for some place to go, some place to HIDE from the slowly
advancing girl. I scuttled along the cage, ran from corner to corner, faked
right then ran left, ANYTHING to stay out of her reach. For her part, Sandi
was content to slowly stalk me as I ran from her. The women in the crowd loved
it as my total fear of their muscled heroine was so obvious. Sandi stopped in
the center of the ring and flexed both of her arms. Mountains of granite hard
muscle erupted from under the Amazons bronzed skin. She pushed out her big
bust. "Don't you like girls big boy?' She breathed in a little girl voice.
"Don't you want to play with me?" I shrieked in horror as I spied her fully
flexed 18+ inch arms. " NO ... No please." I begged her pitifully. "You win..
You win. I can't fight you. You're too strong for me ... So much stronger."
The crowd hooted in delight as I emasculated myself before the girl. Sandi
smiled evilly as I degraded myself before her in front of a thousand people.
She dropped her arms to her sides and advanced on me once again. In a state of
total panic, I continued to evade her. I was sweating profusely and was using
up a lot of energy in my frightened state. "You can't stay away from me
forever, little wimp boy." She laughed. "The longer you try though, the worse
it's going to be for you!" I squeaked in renewed terror at her threat.

Sandi finally got tired of playing around. I faked a move left and went right.
The girl had anticipated my move. She grabbed my left wrist with her right
hand. It felt like my wrist was in a vise! She squeezed harder and I fell to
my knees with a shriek of pure pain. The cruel Amazon stood above me smiling
slightly. In a fit of panic I drove my right fist right into her abdomen as
hard as I could. My fist THUDDED onto her abs. I cried out in agony as it felt
like I had hit chunk of diamond plate steel. Sandi snickered delightedly. "Try
it again little man." She said snidely. "See if I can feel it this time." I
just stayed on my knees shaking my damaged hand. Sandi squeezed my wrist
harder. "I said hit me again!" The new pain made me do as she ordered. I hit
her armored abs again. I screamed in renewed pain. "Again prick!" She snapped.
I hit her again and cried out again. I couldn't dent her ridged abs. Those abs
of hers were breaking up my hand very badly though. My head hung down as I
kneeled before my tormentress. Sandi laughed out loud at my weakness. "Again!"
She whispered. "Please ... please no. Please!" I implored through my tears. As
an answer the heartless girl squeezed my wrist harder. I smashed my ruined
hand into her muscled abdomen five more times. Each punch weaker than the
last. I finally dissolved into wracking sobs of agonized pain and humiliation.
Sandi let go of my wrist and walked over to the door of the ring where she got
a bottle of water. I lay on the mat in misery.

After a time, I don't know how long, she said: "Get over here wimp." I looked
over at her through my tear stained eyes. " I can't take any more." I pleaded
miserably. She just ignored me. "I said GET OVER HERE!" I started to get to my
feet. "CRAWL you little prick. On your hands and knees. Just like your brother
crawled." She commanded sternly. "Crawl over to me and beg. Just like your
brother begged." I got to my knees and started to move toward the Amazon. Each
time I put a hand down to move, spears of raw pain shot through my arms. I
slowly made my way to her, yelping and moaning with each movement. Just like
she had done to Ron, the girl stepped back each time I got close. She finally
stopped. I looked up at her. Her thighs were thick with slabs upon slabs of
muscle that was so defined that it looked like they were etched out of
titanium. Her abs were covered with a washboard of iron muscle that I had
broken my hand upon. I could see the underside of her large firm breasts that
stood out arrogantly from the layers of muscle of her chest. The girl's hugely
muscled arms hung down at her side. The caps of her shoulders, those NFL
shoulders, completed the picture of TOTAL female superiority. Above it all was
that gorgeous, innocent face with the steely ice blue eyes and blond ponytail.
"Up!" She snickered. "Up wimp, just like your brother." Just like my brother I
tried to get a hold of her thigh with my ruined hand. There was NO give to her
muscled leg. Just like my brother I got a hold of the top of her tight shorts
and pulled myself to my knees. I had my left arm around her waist, my right
hand on the thigh and my face against her stomach. It felt like I was next to
living steel! Her skin was taut against the unbelievably hard muscles of her
body. Just like my brother I begged the girl to have mercy on me. I totally
degraded myself in a feeble attempt to have her stop. I cried, begged,
pleaded, whimpered and supplicated myself beneath her. Sandi grabbed me under
the jaw and effortlessly lifted me to my unresponsive feet. "You hit me twenty
times little man. Now it's MY turn!" Just like my brother.

End of part 2