Sandi Stone beats up Frank

Sandi gives a beating to her first male opponent. 

Hi, my name is Sandi Stone. Let me tell you about myself. I'm 18 years 
old, I stand five feet six inches tall, and I weigh one hundred and 
sixty two pounds of rock solid man-smashing muscle. I found out as a 
young girl that I was different from most other people. I was born with 
a body who's musculature was much denser than the average. I was always 
very strong as a child. My step-father never did like me and he 
considered me to be a freak because of my raw power. As a result, he 
treated me very badly as I was growing up, and out. When I was ten, I 
decided that I had had enough of his crap. He came into my room after 
mom had gone to sleep to slap me around as he had done lots of other 
times. I let him hit me first and then drilled my left fist deep into 
his beer-swollen gut. I'll never forget his look of mixed fear, shock, 
and  PAIN as he sank to his knees retching all over my rug. I bent down 
(avoiding the mess) grabbed his head by his thinning hair and gave him 
my sweetest smile. I then clubbed him with the side of my right fist on 
his temple. He was out cold before he hit the floor. Step-daddy left the 
next day. I was a happy girl as he sulked out the door for the last 
time. It took me a while to realize what made me so happy. I was glad 
that the jerk was gone, of course. But I finally realized what really 
made me happy was the fact that I beat the shit out of him. The only 
downer in the deal was that it only took two blows. It went too fast. I 
didn't get my full enjoyment out of it. 

As the years went by my strength grew by leaps and bounds. I discovered 
weightlifting. I grew to love the feeling of moving massive amounts of 
iron with my powerful body. I also found out that boxing was fun. I 
loved to use the body bag. I would stay at the gym for hours slamming 
that bag. But, something was missing. I kept thinking back to my 
encounter with step-daddy. One night as I was working out with the 
curling-bar in the gym, Frank, an older guy who was always bugging me 
came in the weight room. I was surprised to see him as the gym was 
supposed to be closed. I spent so much time there that the owner let me 
have my own key. I was curling my usual 165 pounds. With the combination 
of all the curls I do with all of my body bag work, my arms and 
shoulders just explode with muscle. I do lots of leg work, of course. ( 
My squat workout level is 400 pounds! ) Also, my abs are as hard as 
steel. I do 2000 crunches a week. For endurance I attached the heaviest 
medicine-ball in the gym to a rope and slung it over a rafter. I push 
the ball out and let it slam into my gut time after time. Anyway, 
getting back to the point, I am really proudest of my upper body Women 
are not supposed to be stronger than men up top. I am, and by a big 
margin! 

Frank, the jerk, came in and started his usual shit calling me a dyke 
and any other stupid thing he could think up, all the while leering at 
my chest. My big "C" cup breasts ride on top of massive slabs of delts 
and pecs and really are "outstanding" if you can stand the pun. 
Something snapped inside me. I dropped the bar and strode over to Frank. 
" Take that statement back or eat it, asshole." I said. Frank told me to 
kiss his butt. It had been eight years since my encounter with step-dad 
but, it had not been out of my thoughts for a minute. I looked up at 
Frank, who, at about six foot and two hundred pounds looked pretty 
formidable. I slapped his face hard, but not hard enough to give away my 
intentions. He snarled at me and drove his fist into my stomach. I 
grinned at him and told him that he would have to do much better than 
that. Enraged, he punched me again with all his might in the same place. 
I felt it, and it did hurt a little. But, if that was the best he could 
do, he was in deep shit. I looked at his face and saw the grimace of 
pain on it. He had hurt his fist  lots more than he hurt me. I laughed 
out loud. " This is going to be fun" I said as I drove a left deep into 
his midsection. He doubled up just as step-dad did. I brought my forearm 
down on his back slamming him to the mat. This was not going to be a two 
punch affair. I was going to draw this fight out. I had lots of pent up 
emotion in me. I walked over to Frank and told him to get his breath 
back so we could go on. He told me that he was sorry and that he was not 
going to fight any more. I told him that it wasn't his choice. I was 
going to fight even if he didn't. I then reached down and ripped the 
shirt right off his back. The material was no match for my strength. 

For some reason, this enraged Frank. He got to his feet and charged into 
me. He grabbed me by the throat . I jammed both of my powerful arms up 
into his forearms, tearing away his grip. I stepped back and taunted 
him. "My seven year old sister can do better than that" I said. He 
charged again. I ducked under his arms, reached up, and got his throat 
in a grip of steel with my left hand. He tried hitting me and gouging me 
but I blocked his feeble efforts with my right arm. In a matter of 
seconds he slipped to his knees in front of me. Frank's face was turning 
blue from the crushing pressure of my grip. I lessened my hold a bit so 
he could get some air. " I hurt ..I hurt bad " he said in a pitiful 
voice. I told him that what he felt now was nothing compared to what was 
in store for him. I gave him one more quick power packed squeeze. I 
released the hold and stepped back, a wave of pleasure and power 
coursing through me. This big man was so pathetically weak compared to 
me. 

I walked behind him and got him in a full nelson. I started to put on 
the pressure. My mighty arms and shoulders really going to work. His 
chin was buried deep in his chest and I could feel the muscles and 
tendons of his shoulders stretching. He was begging for me to stop and 
tears of pain were streaming down his face. I released a little pressure 
for a second and then blasted him with a jolt of raw muscular power. 
Frank let out a scream of pain and terror which was pure pleasure to me. 
I repeated this move several more times. Each repetition making Frank 
cry out in pain. " Please ...please, no more. I surrender I can't take 
any more."  " What's wrong big boy" I taunted him " Is the little girl 
hurting you. You're so big and strong. A girl shouldn't be able to do 
this!" 

With this, I really poured it on. I could hear popping sounds in his 
shoulders as the massive pressure of my hold made his tendons tear. I 
was totally in control. Frank's fate was in my muscular hands. I bodily 
lifted him up from his knees. His legs did not work, so I drug him over 
to where I could see him in a mirror. His eyes had a blank look and he 
was only able to make whimpering sounds. I threw him to the mat, 
releasing him temporarily from his torture. I did a double biceps pose 
into the mirror. My huge stone hard muscles standing out in bold relief. 
My nipples stood out firm through the thin T-shirt I was wearing. My 
calves and massive thighs bulged with raw power. 

I finally realized what I was born to do. My destiny was to smash any 
man who defied me into dust. My greatest pleasure was to inflict the 
most brutal pain possible on men. My burning desire was to beat and 
humiliate them. My mighty muscles against their weak bodies. But, I had 
some unfinished business. Frank was starting to show some signs of life. 
I went over to him and lifted him to his feet by grabbing him under his 
arms. I carried him over to a corner to prop him up. I slapped him to 
help bring him around. " No more...please...I give" he begged. As an 
answer I ripped off his shorts with almost no effort. The way he was 
propped up, our faces were about even. I grabbed his hair with my left 
hand and started to give him a rough kiss of domination. At the same 
time I grabbed his balls and rubbed them with my right hand. I got the 
result I desired as his penis started to get firm. I stepped back and 
slowly but seductively tore my own T-shirt off revealing my mighty, 
muscular chest and big firm breasts. His cock was now hard. I slowly 
walked over to him and rubbed my breasts against him. I smiled 
sadistically at him and whispered; "Baby. Now you're going to feel some 
real pain." " No...No...No! " He cried helplessly as I  wrapped my steel 
hard arms around his chest. I rammed my muscle-bound thigh against his 
scrotum. I started to slowly increase the power of my bear hug. I could 
feel his wildly beating heart through my breasts. I continued to 
increase the relentless pressure. His cock went limp against my muscled 
thigh. He was begging, pleading with what little breath he had left. I 
laughed at him and told him that I was just getting started. His arms 
were free and he was grabbing  at my arms, trying to dislodge their 
fearsome grip. He tried hitting my armor-plated body. His pitiful blows 
doing absolutely nothing to stop the relentless punishment that I was 
inflicting upon him. His head finally dropped onto my shoulder. His 
tears of pain falling out of his eyes and onto my muscles and breasts. 
Still I powered the hold. I felt some of his ribs give way and a wave of 
pleasure engulfed me. I continued to crush him against me releasing him 
only often enough so that he could get enough air in him to keep begging 
me to stop. Each of his pitiful cries for mercy encouraging me to punish 
him all the more I felt wonderful knowing that I could crush the life 
out of this man who was six inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than 
me. He was no match for my muscular power. 

I finally dropped him to the mat, naked, broken, and helpless. I looked 
down on my victim who was powerless to stop me from doing whatever I 
desired to his body. I felt absolutely great; but, I wanted more. I 
wanted to continue to punish him. I was going to make Frank pay for all 
of the other men I should have beaten all those years but did not. But 
that wasn't  even going to be enough. I wanted Frank to realize that a 
WOMAN had beaten him so badly. For the rest of his life, each time he 
saw a well built woman, he was going to remember what one had done to 
him. I got down on one knee next to Frank. I lifted into a sitting 
position so that his back was leaning against my brawny thigh. He was in 
bad shape what with his crushed ribs and torn shoulders. He was barely 
conscious after the terrible torture my muscles had inflicted on him. 

I started rubbing his face with my big breasts and began petting his 
genitals with my right hand. I started whispering into his ear. " Poor 
baby, letting a girl only half your size do this to you. Big strong man 
smashed by an eighteen year old female. Here I am rubbing my chest all 
over your face and stroking your cock and you can't do anything about it 
because I beat you so bad. Sexy muscle-girl all over you and you're to 
weak to respond." I grabbed hold of his balls and squeezed lightly. I 
pulled my chest away from him and looked him right into his face. " 
You're mine Franky baby. Mine to do as I please." With this I tightened 
my grip a little. 

Tears of pain and humiliation flowed from his eyes. The pressure on his 
balls reviving him. He placed his hand on my right bicep. I let go of 
his genitals and flexed my arm. He tried to pull away but I used my left 
hand to make him  keep his grip. His hand felt my arm muscles swell with 
pure power. He felt the steel of my huge biceps and he began to shake in 
fear. I whispered to him; " This is what almost crushed the life out of 
you. I could have killed you but I want to make you suffer." With this I 
flexed my arm to it's fullest extent. His hand felt my huge, rock hard, 
man battering bicep. Frank started to shake like a little puppy. His 
face was a mask of raw terror. I jammed my big breast back into his face 
to make him KNOW that a woman held his life in her hands. I laid Frank 
down on his back and sat on his stomach, each of my knees jammed into 
his armpits. I began to squeeze in on him with my inner-thighs. Because 
of his weakened condition I didn't squeeze too hard but, I wanted him in 
some pain for what came next. I grabbed his right hand and rubbed it on 
my muscle laden thigh. His hand felt my massive steel hard quadriceps. I 
tensed and re tensed my quads under his hand. Each jolt sent a wave of 
pain through his body. At the same time I grabbed his left hand and 
rubbed it against my abdomen. " Remember my tummy Franky." I said. " 
How's your hand feel. You should learn not to hit little girls" I 
taunted as I tensed my powerful stomach. " You could have hit this all 
day if your fists could have stood up, which they obviously could not." 

I leaned forward a bit and put his hand on my breast. " Remember wimp, A 
GIRL  is doing this to you " I snarled, letting go of his hands while at 
the same time rolling over on my side and securing  him in a body 
scissors. Frank screamed in pain as my powerhouse thighs finally got to 
really go to work on him. I continued to increase the squeezing pressure 
of my inner thighs on his damaged ribs. His hand flew away from my 
breast and he tried beating on my thighs to stop the horrendous pain. My 
thighs were so hard that his hands actually bounced each time he hit me. 
He was flopping like a fish out of water. I kept squeezing in on Franks 
damaged chest. I was laughing at his weakness. He was in agony; his face 
distorted with pain. I was in heaven knowing that my raw muscular power 
was tearing Frank apart. I leaned down over him and cooed into his ear . 
" This is nothing compared to my full power Conan. This little girl has 
lots more than this. I'm just getting warmed up." I looked into his eyes 
which were pleading with me to stop. " Mercy..mercy.. mer..." He 
whispered. I grabbed his hair and lifted his head up close to mine. I 
laughed in his face. " This is what kind of mercy I give." I redoubled 
my squeezing force. I squeezed and  SQUEEZED. I could feel his ribcage 
collapsing from the power of my muscles. I realized that I was probably 
killing him so I reluctantly stopped my fun. 

I was furious. This prick was depriving me of my full enjoyment!. He was 
going to pay, and pay dearly. The shock of my releasing my leg hold had 
made Frank pass out. I lifted his naked, inert form over my shoulder and 
carried him down to the boxing ring in the basement of the gym. I 
propped him up in a corner with his arms over the top ropes. I put on a 
pair of gloves and waited. About an hour later Frank started coming to. 
I got a pitcher of water and splashed it in his face to help him along. 
It took about ten more minutes until he was fully alert. He tried to 
lift his arms up over the ropes but, because of the damage I had done to 
him with my full-nelson, his arms would not work. He was trapped on the 
ropes helpless to stop what was coming next. 

He saw the gloves on me and a look of fear washed over his face. " No.. 
Please Sandi.... No more...You're too strong. "  I slowly sauntered over 
to him using my sexiest walk. I put my gloved hands on his shoulders, 
rubbed my body against his, and whispered in his ear; " I put the gloves 
on lover so that this will last and last." I rammed a viscous kiss into 
his trembling mouth." I love working out on the body bag sweetie. I can 
do it for hours and hours and never get tired. You are going to be my 
body bag tonight." With that I raised my muscled thigh and rubbed 
against his crotch slowly and seductively. I kissed him roughly again 
for a long time. 

I then stepped back and put on a short posing show for him. I hit all of 
the basic poses showing off my incredible body to my audience of one. As 
scared as he was, he could not take his eyes off of my magnificently 
muscled physique. His eyes kept running up and down my body, taking in 
my softball sized calves, my titanic thighs which so nearly killed him, 
my rock hard stomach, my fantastic chest, and lastly, my arms of steel. 
Even in his state of mind and pain he began to get an erection. This is 
what I had been waiting for. I drilled him with a shot to his solar-
plexus. He gasped in pain and lost his desire. I rammed a piston-like 
left to his stomach "Oh God!" he cried. I smashed a right cross into his 
cheekbone. His wail of torment sent a wall of pleasure through me. I 
landed a straight left above his heart. His body jumped like an electric 
current went through it. An uppercut to his chin snapped his head back 
like a puppet on a string. Four quick shots to his ribs made him scream 
in agony. His agony was my ecstasy as I bore in to hurt him some more. I 
continued to batter my helpless victim at will. After several more pain 
filled shots to Franks broken  body I was finally sated. His breathing 
was labored and shallow and I knew he was about finished. I held up his 
head with my left glove and rammed a power laden right straight into his 
face. Blood flowed from his smashed nose. I drilled him in the guts with 
one last massive shot. I took off the gloves and lifted Frank off the 
ropes. I grabbed him by the crotch and chest and pressed his broken body 
above my head. I then slammed him into the mat of the ring on his back. 
I strode over to him, placed my foot on his caved-in chest and did a 
victory pose flexing my massive arms above Frank's shattered body. Frank 
had been the first real victim of my sadistic power. He was not nearly 
the last.