Sandi destroys Vic

 A macho man learns that you don't mess with Sandi 


I slammed him face-first into the wall. His grunt of pain thrilled me. I 
grabbed him, pulled him back, and threw him back-first into the wall 
again. I punched him low and hard in his solar-plexus. He groaned in 
agony. I grabbed him by the hair to keep him from falling. " Hurt a 
little bit baby? Little girl hurting the big strong man?" I laughed in 
his face, revelling in his pain. He was gasping for breath, so I rammed 
my lips against his, giving him a rough kiss which cut off his air. He 
tried to push me away. I drilled him with a driving punch directly over 
his heart. He recoiled like he was hit with a shot of electricity. I 
quit kissing him and let go of his hair. He started slipping down so I 
lifted my muscle-laden thigh into his bare crotch. I could feel his 
balls against my rock hard leg. He cried out in  pain as my muscular 
thigh was squeezing his nuts against his body. I flexed my massive 
thigh, increasing his torture. His wail of agony sent waves of pleasure 
through me. He was in terrible pain and helpless to stop it. "Oh 
God!....Please ....Please....Stop! " Tears were flowing from his eyes as 
he begged me to release him from his torture. I eased off slightly then 
savagely tightened my flexation to its fullest extent. My steel hard 
thigh was crushing his testicles. He was moaning in horrible pain. I was 
in ecstasy knowing that my muscles were hurting him so. I lowered my 
leg, not out of mercy, but because I didn't want him to pass out as I 
had much more punishment in store for him. He slumped to the floor, 
moaning in pain and holding his damaged balls. 

Vic had been watching me work out at the gym. He had seemed like a nice 
guy, so when he asked me over to his place, I said yes. When I was 
leaving the gym, I heard him telling his friends how he was going to " 
screw her lights out ". He promised to tell his buddies about his muscle 
girl lay. He was going to get laid allright;  laid out! When I showed up 
at his house, he started using a bunch of male macho lines on me. I 
pretended to go along. Finally, He said " Let's see who can strip 
fastest. " I said okay and let him win. Then I slammed him into the 
wall.  He lay beneath me, his naked form bruised and battered from my 
muscular onslaught. I grabbed his left wrist, sat down, placed my right 
foot under his armpit, put my left foot against his head, and began to 
pull on his arm. He began screaming as I powered my hold. My muscles 
stood out big and hard as I pulled on his wrist. He was flopping around 
on the floor in an effort to ease his pain. I felt like I could pull his 
arm clean off his body if I wanted. I eased up on my hold so he could 
understand my taunting. " I like pain Hero. Your pain. I like putting 
asshole men like you in pain, lots of it. I built up these big muscles 
so I can hurt men. I love to punish men with my muscles. I'm going to 
smash you into pulp and I'm going to love every second of your agony." 

He started to say something but I cut him off by pressuring my hold 
again. He wailed in terror as the muscles in his shoulder began to rip 
and tear. I laughed out loud in glee as his shoulder dislocated. I kept 
up the pressure until I was sure that his left arm was totally useless. 
I released him and stood up. I looked down into his pain filled face. He 
was whimpering in agony. I slowly tore off my shirt, exposing my heavily 
muscled chest and stomach and my big firm breasts. I put my foot on his 
balls and began to roll them around. I didn't push too hard as I wanted 
to humiliate him more than hurt him at this point. I wanted to insult 
his pride, his manhood. " It's time for a little sexual abuse He-man. 
But, it's you who's going to be abused, not me, and there is nothing you 
can do about it. I want to make sure that you have a lot to tell your 
buddies at the gym." 

I knelt down with my left knee on his right forearm. As his left arm was 
out of commission, he was now helpless to stop me from doing anything I 
wanted to his exposed genitals. I grabbed his limp cock with my right 
hand and started to rub and squeeze it. At the same time I bent down and 
started rubbing his face with my hard nippled breasts. I continued to 
masturbate him. Even through his pain, he began to get hard. I moved my 
hand to his balls and started rubbing them gently. He began to moan in 
pleasure as I gently manipulated his damaged balls. His cock was now 
fully erect. I released his balls and grabbed his cock in a grip of 
steel. He gasped as he felt the viselike power of my grip. I leaned over 
him and rubbed the head of his prick back and forth against my steel 
hard abdomen again and again. " Feel my muscles baby. Feel how hard and 
powerful they are." I flexed the huge eighteen inch biceps of my left 
arm and bent over him so I could rub him against them. I rubbed his 
prick along my granite arm. He could feel the strength and power of my 
arm through his cock, knowing that he could never in his life be half as 
strong as the nineteen year old muscle girl who was abusing him. I 
started to laugh as he began to shake. " Scared Conan? Afraid that I 
might  really start to hurt you?" 

I squeezed him harder, grinding his cock in my grip of steel. His moans 
of pleasure had turned into those of pain as his penis felt like it was 
being ground into hamburger. He started begging me to stop. " Beg 
wimp!... Beg me..... or I'll rip it off!" I started to pull on his 
tortured member. " Stop.. Please, you're killing me. I surrender, you 
win." He was crying real tears as he pleaded with me to stop the 
unbearable torture. " Make me stop. You're the big strong man. I'm just 
a little girl. You're not going to let a girl do this to you? Are you?" 
I kept on squeezing and pulling on him. I laughed at his inability to 
stop me. He was too weak. I was so much stronger than him. He was no 
match for me. After about five more minutes I finally let him go. He 
laid on the floor, totally humiliated, still in great pain. I lifted him 
into a sitting position in the corner. He was groggy from the pain I had 
inflicted on his naked body, so I slapped him to bring him around. " No 
more...please no more..I can't take any more." He begged. I grabbed his 
left hand and put it on my big breast. " Who's stronger?" I asked. " 
Who's toughest? Big man or sexy muscle girl? " I flexed my right arm. He 
saw the huge, rock hard mass of muscle swell before his eyes. " Don't 
forget asshole, that a GIRL is doing this to you." I rubbed his hand 
around on my firm breast as he stared in fright at the mountain of 
muscle right in front of his eyes. 

"You are. You are strongest. " He whispered. I laughed at him, at his 
weakness. " I'm not done yet. You haven't felt enough pain yet." I said. 
I stood up and he grabbed onto my thigh with his right hand. His left 
arm hung limply at his side. He hugged my muscle-bound leg, holding his 
face against it. " Oh please..please...No more....You're too strong for 
me. Don't hurt me any more. I'll do anything you say. Please don't use 
your muscles on me anymore!" I looked down on this grown man who was 
begging a teenage girl not to hurt him any more. I loved the fact of 
domination that my muscles had achieved against the much bigger man. He 
was a pathetic figure, holding and kissing my massive, muscular leg. He 
was physically and sexually battered. 

His weakness sent waves of pleasure through me. I was in heaven watching 
him grovel before me. He was where all men belong, at my feet. I flexed 
my thigh and felt him shake with fear. " Worship my strength, wimp. 
Idolize the muscles that can destroy you!" He started to lick my thigh. 
He was like a puppy, trying to please his mistress. He kept licking and 
kissing my leg. I grabbed his hair and lifted his head so he could see 
my face. I smiled sadistically at him and locked my thighs around his 
head. He screamed in terror as I flexed my inner thigh muscles in on his 
trapped head. He pawed at my legs with his one good hand. I squeezed him 
without mercy. His head could not stand the pain that my powerful leg 
muscles were inflicting on him. I held him in my standing headlock for 
five long, torturous minutes. When I finally released him, he fell to 
the floor unconscious.   

He awoke to find himself laying on his back. I straddled his battered 
body. He looked up at my dominant form. His eyes taking in the sight of 
my massive thighs, my rock hard stomach, my big muscular chest and 
beautiful breasts, and my huge man-smashing arms. I reached down, 
grabbed his left hand, and lifted him to his feet. He cried out from the 
pain to his ruined shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his chest and 
began to crush him against me. " Now is where I have some real fun. I'm 
going to smash you like an eggshell. My big muscles are going to crush 
your pathetic body into pulp! " He was powerless to resist me. He was in 
pure agony as my incredibly strong arms smashed him against my big 
chest. I could feel his ribs bending and breaking as I continued to 
crush him with sadistic fury. I was in ecstasy as I felt my victims body 
breaking up because of my strength. His moans of pain and despair were 
sending waves of pleasure through my body. I knew that I could crush the 
life out of him any time I wanted to. I never wanted this to end! I 
wanted him to suffer as no man had ever suffered before and I wanted to 
be the one who caused it. I kept crushing and releasing, crushing, and 
releasing. His tears were flowing down onto my steel hard shoulders. He 
started coughing up blood from the internal injuries that my crushing 
power was causing. 

I stopped my assault before I killed him. He was in real bad shape; I 
had broken several of his ribs with my bear hug, dislocated his left 
shoulder with my arm pull, and ground his cock into hamburger. But, I 
wasn't done yet. I wanted more! I released him and he slid down my 
magnificent body to the floor on his back. I laid down next to him and 
slid my left leg under his lower back. He was moaning from the terrible 
punishment that I had inflicted on him. He was a ridiculous caricature 
of the macho man that he thought that he was. I brought my right thigh 
up against his unprotected balls. The sight of my big muscular thigh 
against his nuts thrilled me. The pressure of my leg on his vitals 
revived him somewhat. " Having fun lover? Hope you're enjoying yourself. 
I know I am." He put his one good hand on my thigh and tried to push it 
away from his tortured gonads. He may as well have been pushing against 
a brick wall. " You pathetic weakling! If you think that your little 
pipe-stem arm can have any effect on me, you're crazy! You don't have 
enough muscle there to make me move a finger; let alone my big leg." I 
taunted him. I left my thigh against his balls for a few more minutes 
then slowly and agonizingly ( for him ) slid it up to his waist. I 
straightened out my leg and locked my ankles together. His waist was now 
a captive of my incredibly powerful thighs. 

I started to squeeze in on him, slowly. Vic started grunting and panting 
in pain as I slowly, but surely, increased the pressure on his trapped 
midsection. " Sandi stop please!..I'll never say anything about you 
again...I swear!....Oh God I hurt...I hurt so bad...You're too strong 
for me...Please stop! " I maneuvered myself so that our faces were only 
inches apart. I looked into his face, seeing the look of pure pain and 
agony on it. Blood was still dribbling out of his mouth from the 
punishment I had given him. I looked down his body, at the bruises and 
marks that my powerful punches had left. His shoulder, dislocated and 
swollen. His rib cage, crushed and bent because of my strength. His 
waist was caved in due to the scissors that I had him in. A feeling of 
warmth and happiness flooded through me because it was my strength, my 
power, that caused all of his damage and that he was to weak to stop me. 
I eased the pressure of my scissors hold and flexed my right arm in 
front of his mouth." Subjugate yourself to me or I'll cut you in half, 
wimp!" I snarled. 

Again, Vic started licking and kissing my muscles. But, this time it was 
my arm of steel, not my thigh. I made him keep doing this for a while 
then I pushed my huge bicep deep into his mouth. " Suck on it Vic. Suck 
my bicep. Feel the steel. Suck, or I'll kill you right now!" Tears of 
humiliation were flowing out of his eyes as he desperately sucked on my 
massive arm. His lips and tongue could feel the hardness and the 
striations of my incredible biceps. He was pleading with his eyes for 
mercy. I laughed cruelly and suddenly squeezed in on his waist 
powerfully. His head jerked back and he let out a wailing scream of 
terror. I grabbed him by the hair and forced a lashing kiss of 
domination on him. I kept squeezing in on his trapped waist while 
forcing my tongue deep into his mouth. He was pounding on my back with 
his good arm. His weak blows just bounced off of my muscled frame. I 
increased the terrible pressure on his waist. He suddenly went limp as 
his body finally gave in to the torture that I had put him through.