Sandi vs. Big Jim Sandi smashes up 6'3", 240 pound Big Jim It had been three weeks since Sandi Stone had destroyed Kevin in the Society Of Unarmed Combat's second male/female fight. She had previously beaten Alex to a pulp in the society's first mixed match. She had been waiting for someone to step forward and challenge her, but none of the other members wanted to fight my Amazon mistress. Finally, a man named Jim Clark, who was from out of state called and stated that he would take on Sandi. She accepted the challenge sight unseen. The match was set for two weeks hence. Sandi had been training her 5'6" 165 lb. frame like a demon ever since the Kevin beating. She had kept me as her pet since the Alex fight, so I knew how powerful she was. But, I was truly amazed at the awesome training routine she had adopted. She did a daily morning run of 6 miles to build up her wind and endurance. She did a late morning "light" workout consisting of 400 pound squats, 160 pound curls, 240 pound bench presses, crunches, and leg lifts. After lunch, she would work out on the body bag and speed bag. She would also have me punch her body using special leather covered gloves. The gloves toughened her skin. She would have me pound on her until I couldn't lift my arms. I never once could hurt her. She was so muscular and tough that my best shots didn't even faze her. She would laugh and deride my inability to hurt her. The more I tried to hurt her, the more she would laugh. It was total humiliation to my ego that I was so helpless to harm her. In the afternoon she would do her heavy weight work. 600 pound squats and 350 pound bench presses were the norm. At night, she would swim laps for hours in her pool. She also had one other unique routine. After swimming, she would take two twenty pound dumbbells into the pool and practice her boxing skills. She would stand in water up to her neck and throw punches under water holding those weights for up to an hour. When she would emerge from the water, her biceps and triceps would be swollen hugely from her work. That routine explained to me why she possessed so much punching power. The night of the match arrived. I was in Sandi's corner as usual. We were in the ring first. Sandi's growing legion of women fans had started their chanting when Jim came walking down the aisle. He was huge! 6'3" and about 240 pounds! Not one ounce of it was fat. When the combatants met in the middle of the ring for the instructions, Jim just dwarfed Sandi. He told her that the only reason he took the fight was that he liked beating up on women and that he was going to beat her to death in front of an audience. She came back to the corner and took off her robe. She was wearing her usual shorts and tee shirt. I never tired of looking at her fantastic muscle packed body. But, even as strong as she was, I didn't think that she could stand up to a man of Jim's size. I tried to get her to back out of the match. She glared at me and said that she finally found an opponent that could give her a match. She was looking forward to the battle. The bell rang for the first five minute round. Jim came out fast, trying to catch Sandi off-guard. His strategy was to use his nine inch height and seventy-five pound weight advantages. He drove right into her and managed to get behind Sandi. He got her right arm in his and put on an arm lock. He grabbed her left wrist and held her arm straight down. He then tried to power his arm lock. He had gotten her arm to 90 degrees when he first applied the hold but was unable to budge her arm any further. It was a breathtaking sight as the huge man strained to lift the arm of the muscular girl. Jim's arms bulged with power while his face turned red from his exertions. Sandi's shoulder and arm muscles stood out rock hard as she resisted Jim's effort. He was grunting and straining in his futile effort to press his advantage. The crowd was dumbstruck at the sight of the smaller girl resisting the huge man, seemingly without much effort. He finally tired of the battle and pushed the smaller girl away. He had a puzzled look on his face, not believing that a girl could resist his strength. Sandi gave him a coy smile. "What's wrong big fella, didn't you eat your Wheaties today?" "You rotten bitch! I'm gonna kick your ass!" He came in at her throwing punches as fast as he could. She guarded her head, bobbing and weaving, while letting his body shots get through. He kept throwing shots at her at a fantastic rate. He must have landed twenty blows to her stomach and ribs during the onslaught. I had never seen anyone take so much punishment and not show any effect. The other men she had fought had hit her, but not so often or nearly so hard. Jim winced in pain when he drove a powerhouse right into her rock hard gut. She gave him a derisive laugh at his futile efforts. He was holding his damaged hand up from his body when Sandi suddenly grabbed it and gave it a vicious twist. She held his arm straight out and slammed her other forearm into the back of his elbow. Jim cried out and sank to his knees. Sandi then released him and stood back! He was still on his knees hugging his arm to his side when Sandi said; "You might be bigger than me, but you're still nothing but a weakling male. I let you do what you wanted at first, hoping that I would get a real fight. But, you're nothing but a pathetic wimp. I'm going to beat you into jello. I like inflicting pain, lots of pain, on men. I'm going to pound you until you beg me to stop, then I'm going to pound you some more! Now, get up asshole, and fight!" Jim got up, a look of rage on his face. "Fuck you, bitch!" he yelled as he swung a left at Sandi's head. She ducked under it, stepped forward, and drove her left elbow back into Jim's kidney. He groaned in pain and tried to grab at his injured back. "Felt that one, didn't you? Here, feel another one!" Sandi slammed a powerhouse right into his other kidney. Jim cried out in agony as the buxom muscle girl hit him again in the same spot. The bell rang ending the round just as she was getting ready to pound him again. Jim stumbled over to his corner, in great pain. Sandi walked over to me and said that the next round would be Jim's last. The bell rang starting round two. Jim came out of his corner looking pale and sweaty. Sandi wasted no time and drilled him with an incredible punch to his midsection. His eyes rolled back as he sank to his knees. "That's how a body shot is delivered, Samson. You're going to feel a lot more of them!" The women in the crowd were loving it as Sandi cut the big man down like a tree. He was on all fours as Sandi delivered a pile- driving blow to his back. He dropped to the canvas, moaning. I had seen Sandi's previous fights and knew of her power, but I was astounded at the ferocity of her punches. She wasn't holding anything back ( or, so I thought ). She drilled him with another massive shot to his back. Blood started flowing from his mouth while his body was having spasms. Sandi lifted the 240 lb. man like he was a feather. She propped him up against the ropes with her left hand and sent a crashing right to his ribcage. I was ten feet away and could hear his ribs breaking. "Oooo, I bet that hurt." She taunted cruelly. She then grabbed him in the crotch and shoulder and lifted his huge form for a body slam. She got down on one knee as she lifted Jim above her head. The crowd was hushed in awe at the strength of the sadistic man-beater as she drove him down on her muscle-bound thigh. His back arched horribly as a scream of agony escaped him. Sandi wasn't messing around with Jim. She wanted to hurt him bad. She turned him over on his stomach, grabbed both of his wrists, and lifted. She stepped on his back as she increased the pressure of her surfboard hold. All of the muscles of her magnificent body were etched in bold relief as she looked like she would pull his arms out of their sockets. Jim was too hurt to beg for mercy. He was crying like a baby as Sandi kept up her relentless assault. She liked to ruin men's shoulders when she beat them up. She had done that to her other victims, but she seemed determined to make sure that Jim would be an invalid for life. With the angle that they were at, and her overwhelming strength, it was certain that his shoulders would be useless for a long time. After what seemed like an eternity, she let him go. He lay motionless on the canvas. Blood and tears were mixed by his head. Sandi grabbed one of his ruined arms and lifted his inert form to his feet. She propped him in the corner turnbuckle and slapped him three times to make him come around. I had never seen such a savage pummelling and it wasn't over yet! Sandi drove her sledgehammer fist into Jim's stomach. It was an incredible sight as the 5'6" girl battered the 6'3" helpless man. His arms hung uselessly at his side, he was bruised and discolored, his side was caved in, and blood flowed from his mouth. Even the women spectators bloodlust seemed sated by the savage beating they had witnessed. Sandi wasn't done yet, though. She drove punch after punch into his unprotected body. She seemed intent on breaking all of his ribs. Jim was out on his feet but, Sandi could care less. She kept up her methodical destruction of her male victim until the bell finally rang, mercifully ending the match. She walked over to the corner with a serious look in her face. She told me to follow her to the dressing room. When we were alone in the room she told me that the second round had not lasted long enough. She said that she still needed to hurt Jim or someone like him. When I asked her why, she said that when he told her that he liked beating women, that it reminded her of her step-father, who had kicked around Sandi and her mother until Sandi had driven him off. I suggested (I never told her anything ) that she find her step-dad and finish what she had started. She looked at me with respect in her eyes and kissed me, softly. "Brad, that is the smartest thing you ever said. I can't think of why I never thought of it myself." When we went home that night, she made love to me, not at me. The next day, we began the search. I won't bore you with the details but, we found him. It took over a week. He lived in another city in our state. Sandi told me that she had to go alone. She promised to tell me about what happened when she got home. She was gone over a week. I got home after work one day and she was back. I immediately stripped off all of my clothes. That was one of her rules. Whenever she was in the house, I had to be naked. I had found out early that one did not disobey her. She was sitting on her couch. She had on a pair of shorts and nothing else. The sight of her breathtaking body made me erect, as it always did. "Come over and sit next to me." I obeyed at once. I looked down at her muscular thigh. It dwarfed my skinny leg. She chuckled and locked her granite leg over mine. She grabbed my cock and began rubbing it against her leg. She flexed the massive muscles of her thigh and I moaned in ecstasy. She kept rubbing me slowly along her muscle packed leg. "I have a treat for you, Brad. It took a while, but I was able to tape my encounter with step-daddy." I barely heard her as I was trying not to ejaculate on her. The way her muscles felt through my penis was driving me crazy. She saw what was happening and let go of me. "Not yet, little one, later." She laid me down with my head on the armrest of the couch. My butt was just next to her, with my back across her thighs. She turned on the tape using the remote. The view, as she told me, was from behind a one-way mirror. There was another overhead camera. She had spliced and edited the tape. There was sound, as she had hidden three mikes in the room of the house she had rented. Sandi had picked up Chuck (her step-dad) at a local bar. She brought him to the house. The tape began with Chuck, clad only in shorts entering the room. He noticed that the room was bare. "Hey, what the fuck." He said. He shut up when Sandi entered. She had on shorts and a halter. "Jesus, what a bod! I thought you were a fat pig with that coat you had on at the bar." Sandi smiled and flexed her 18" arms. "Like them Chuckie? They've grown since we last met. Hi step-daddy, long time no see." A look of confusion, then recognition, then fear washed over his face. Sandi locked the door. "I've got some unfinished business with you Chuck." She flexed again and Chuck began to babble about how sorry he was. She cut him off with a soft, for her, punch to his solar plexus. "I only hit you twice ten years ago. I'm not going to repeat that mistake!" She drilled him again, much harder. He bent over in pain. She grabbed his hair and punched him straight in the face. Blood spurted from his nose as his head jerked back. Sandi, live Sandi, started rubbing my balls gently as we watched Sandi on tape stalk Chuck. He tried to open the door as Sandi drilled him with one of her patented kidney shots. Chuck screamed in pain and sank to his knees. "That's only a taste of what I have in store for you. Here's another one!" She bent down and delivered a crushing punch to his ribs. Chuck collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony. "I've got ten years of emotion to catch up on!" Live Sandi started masturbating me gently as Tape Sandi brutally pounded Chuck. She grabbed his hair and lifted him, screaming, to his feet. She punched him viciously over his heart. He spasmed and moaned in terror. "Please, no more! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" "Not as sorry as you're going to be, dickhead!" She drove a crashing shot to his ribs. A left to his cheek, a right to his gut, a powerhouse left to his back as he bent over from the gut shot, and Chuck hit the floor, whimpering pathetically. Live Sandi tightened her grip on my cock and started stroking faster. "Don't cum yet, or I'll pull it off!" She warned me. I could hardly breathe. I was totally turned on and scared at the same time. Tape Sandi took off her halter, exposing her fantastic chest. She grabbed Chuck's hair and blasted him in the face with a chopping right. Blood was flowing from his nose and mouth. She lifted him up and got him in a bear hug. She smashed him against her with unrelenting fury. "Feel good Chuckie? I do!" She snarled as she continued her brutal crushing. His hands were pawing at her steel hard back in a futile effort to end his torture. His blood was flowing onto her bare chest. Live Sandi let go of my cock and began to squeeze my balls. I grabbed her arm, feeling her huge muscles tense and release as she worked me over. She had me right on that line between pain and pleasure and she knew it. I was gasping for air as my muscular mistress had her way with me. "Watch the tape, or I'll crush these like eggshells." She gave me a quick squeeze to let me know she meant business. Tape Sandi finally released Chuck by holding him against the wall. She slapped him to make sure that he was awake, then drove her granite thigh up into his groin. Before he could even scream, she punched him as hard as she had punched Jim, in the same place. His scream was cut off by an incredible shot to his stomach. One more blast to his face and she was done. He lay on the floor, unmoving. Tape Sandi faced the camera and flexed her magnificent muscles. She was covered in sweat and Chuck's blood. She was a true Amazon, muscular and victorious. While this was going on, Live Sandi began stroking me again. She grabbed my hand with her free one and brought it to her breast. I looked at her muscular arm masturbating me, her big breasts, and her muscled abdomen. She flexed her free arm and I felt the huge mountain of power through my shaking fingers. I finally let go as a wave of love and submission coursed through my body.