Sandi: The Pick-up 

Sandi picks up Jake, nearly beats him to death in her padded room 


I saw her sitting alone at a table at the back of the bar. She had 
shoulder length, golden blonde hair which framed her beautiful face. I 
asked Fred the bartender who she was. He said that he had never seen her 
before and that she was alone. He also told me that several guys had 
talked to her and that none of them had gotten anywhere. What the hell, 
I thought. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I went up to her and 
introduced myself.  I told her that my name was Jake Roberts. She said 
that her name was Sandi and that it was her twenty-first birthday. I 
offered to buy her a drink. She looked up at my five foot ten inch frame 
and accepted. I sat down across from her. She ordered a fruit juice when 
the barmaid came over. She was wearing a loose fitting warm-up suit, so 
I couldn't see what kind of a body she had except for the fact that she 
was very busty. She seemed to be a little large everywhere else also, 
but me being a chest man, I could live with it. We talked for a while 
about this and that when she asked me if I liked athletic women. I told 
her that I had never dated any female athletes. I told her that I 
thought that women's athletics was all a sham anyway. Women were all 
weaker and slower than men. They could only play golf and tennis and 
were to prissy for contact sports. I told her that female bodybuilders 
were all dykes who really wanted to be men. 

She just smiled at me and said that I was probably right. The subject 
never came up again as we continued our conversation. I finally asked to 
come over to my place for a nightcap and she said that her house was 
only about a mile away and that she had a surprise for me if I wanted to 
see it. I said yes and we left the bar. When we got outside I got a 
better view of her.  She was about five-six and looked a bit heftier 
than I liked. I figured a bird in the bed was better than two in the 
bar, and besides, she did have that big chest. We each got in our cars 
and I followed her to her house.  When we got to her house I asked her 
about her boyfriends. She told me about a guy named Brad who used to 
live with her. She said that he had suffered some severe injuries and 
that he was in the hospital. We were in her well appointed living room 
when I asked her about the surprise that she had promised me. She told 
me that it was in the next room. She told me in a sexy voice that she 
was going in first. I was to wait five minutes before I went in and that 
I was to be "real comfortable" when I went in. After she left I stripped 
to my shorts. I knew that I was going to like her "surprise". 

I went into the darkened room. The five minute wait had given me an 
erection of anticipation. I was surprised by the feel of the floor. It 
was real soft. It felt more like gym matting than like carpet. Lights 
suddenly came on and I could see that the room was totally bare except 
for the fact that all the walls and the floor were covered by mats. 
There was also a large T.V. set mounted high up on the wall, facing down 
at a slight angle. I heard the door close behind me. "Surprise!" Sandi 
said. I whirled around. She was still wearing her warm-up suit. "What 
the hell is going on!" I said. "I thought that you would like to see my 
confirmation room." She said brightly. "What the hell is a confirmation 
room?" I spat out. "It's the room where I confirm the fact that male 
chauvinist assholes like you are nothing but limp dick weaklings." 

She was starting to piss me off. I had fully expected to get laid when I 
went in the room and now she was giving me a load of feminist bullshit. 
"Well, you can Confirm your crap to someone else.  I'm outta here 
bitch." She was leaning against the door with a slight smile on her 
face. I looked around for another door. There was none. "Look Sandi, I 
thought that we were going to have some fun. All you want to do is give 
me some shit. You piss me off! I don't want to hurt you, so get out of 
the way." "Make me." She said.  "You're the big strong man. I'm just a 
little prissy girl." I was getting tired of this crap. I grabbed the 
front of her suit and pulled her away from the door. Except that it 
didn't work that way. She didn't budge when I tried to pull her. She 
slapped me as I tried to move her again. "Move goddammit! Move!" I was 
furious!  This bitch was asking for trouble." I don't mind slapping 
women around. I've done it lots of times". 

She just stood there smiling. I punched her as hard as I could, right in 
the gut. I screamed in pain as my hand broke.  I dropped to my knees, 
cradling my broken right hand. She looked down on me and said; "Jake, I 
know you like to beat up on women. Your only problem is that you beat up 
my mom last week. I picked you up tonight for the sole purpose of 
bringing you here to make sure that you will never touch another woman 
as long as you live.  Before I do that, let me tell you about Brad." My 
hand was hurting so bad that I could hardly stand it. She must have had 
on some bizarre metal armor under her warm-up I was thinking of how to 
get away, but for some reason, the tone of her voice made me listen. 
"Brad was my pet who lived here for a while. He was okay for a while, 
but he made a mistake last week. When I told him that my mom had gotten 
beaten up he said that maybe she deserved it. He tried to apologize of 
course, but he really screwed up. I don't let my pets screw up.  
Besides, I was getting tired of him anyway. Now watch!" With this, she 
turned on the television using the remote that she had been holding. The 
picture showed this same room. 

Suddenly a naked body came flying through the door. He landed heavily on 
the floor. Someone strode in the room. I realized with a start that it 
was Sandi. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tee shirt which showed 
off her incredible body. What I had thought was fat under her warm-up 
suit was really layer after layer of massive muscle. She had the most 
awesome physique that I had ever seen in my life! There was no doubt of 
her femininity, with those big high riding breasts and her curves. But, 
her curves were those of pure muscle, not fat. Her muscles were so 
massive that they looked like they would explode from beneath her skin. 
She walked over to Brad and grabbed him by the hair and lifted him, 
without effort, to his feet. He was about two inches taller than Sandi, 
but he looked pale and scrawny next to the muscular girl. His body was 
obviously no match for the raw power of the Amazon.  His arms and legs 
looked like match sticks next to the huge muscle-bound limbs of Sandi. 
His torso appeared to be a skeleton compared to her thickly muscled 
chest, back, and stomach. I fearfully looked over at Sandi, knowing that 
what had broken my hand was the rock hard muscles of her stomach, 
nothing else. She had a knowing grin on her beautiful face. 

She saw the fear in my eyes and was loving it. "Watch the show Jakie. 
Unless you want to start our little party right now." I was trembling in 
fright as I turned back to the T.V. set. Sandi lifted Brad off his feet 
by grabbing his throat in a grip of steel and hoisting him with one 
massive arm. The huge muscles of her arm and shoulder swelled with 
incredible power as she held the full-grown man aloft. His face was blue 
as the crushing grip on his throat had cut his air completely off. She 
suddenly threw Brad into the wall. He hit it and slumped to the floor 
unmoving. She effortlessly lifted him above her head and slammed him to 
the mat. She picked him up and threw him into the wall again and again. 
He was bleeding from the nose, his chest was bruised and discolored, and 
his eye had swollen shut as the Amazon sadistically continued to smash 
him into the padded walls. He was being systematically destroyed as 
Sandi continued to toss his outclassed body into the unyielding wall. 
His left arm hit at a bad angle and snapped like a twig. Instead of 
having mercy, she continued her relentless assault. She lifted him above 
her and smashed his back down onto her uplifted, granite hard, thigh. 
She straddled him and pounded his face with ten fearsome punches. His 
face disintegrated into hamburger from her onslaught. She stood up over 
him, blood from his smashed face dripping off of her fists. The picture 
suddenly went dark. 

I looked over at Sandi. She had shed her warm-up suit and had on only a 
pair of shorts and a halter. Her body looked even more formidable in 
person than on the tape. She was putting an elastic band around her 
hair, making a ponytail. As she did this purely feminine chore, the 
muscles of her arms flexed and bunched hugely.  Her big breasts jutted 
proudly out from her deeply muscled chest. Her stomach was flat and 
covered with layers of rock hard muscle. My broken hand proof of that 
fact. Her legs were pillars of power. She had big cut calves. Her thighs 
were simply enormous bundles of pure muscle. She walked slowly toward me 
with that sadistic grin on her face. 

I was scared shitless! "It's your turn Jake. What I did to Brad is 
nothing compared to the punishment I have in store for you. I finished 
him off fast. I'm going to beat you to a pulp, slowly. I'm going to draw 
out your torture. I'm going to put you in pain and keep you there for 
hours. I'm going to dominate you using only my big muscles. I don't need 
whips or leather or any of that shit. All I need are these." She flexed 
her massive arms. Her biceps and triceps grew into huge mountains of 
bulging power.  "They're eighteen inches Jake. Eighteen inches of my 
power and your pain. My muscles are going to tear your pathetic body 
apart. You weak little shit!" 

I backed away from her. I knew that I couldn't begin to match her power. 
This young girl had more muscular strength than I had ever seen; male or 
female. And she was going to use it to pound me into dust. I had never 
been as scared as I was now. I was sweating like a pig. I could hardly 
breathe. She saw this and laughed at my fear. " I like it when men are 
afraid of me. It makes it more fun." I kept stumbling backward until I 
hit the wall. She sauntered slowly toward me, her incredible muscular 
body tensing for action. I dropped to my knees, sobbing in fear. "No 
Sandi! No! Please!" I begged. She grabbed my hair and jerked me to my 
feet. She held me against the wall by pushing on my chest with her right 
hand. I could see the deep cleavage of her breasts and the thick layers 
of pectoral muscles underneath them. She pushed harder. I was finding it 
hard to breathe as she pushed in on my chest. I grabbed her arm to try 
to ease the pressure. Her huge muscles were like steel under my grip. I 
was as helpless as a baby compared to her.  "Feeling a little more 
afraid Jake. I hope so. Now, feel just a little pain. It will get a lot 
worse. This is just a small sample." She punched me in the rib cage. I 
felt one crack. I screamed at the terrible pain. "Oh God! Help!" I 
wailed. Her one punch felt like I got hit with a club. 

She kept holding me against the wall. She was laughing in my face as I 
cried in pain. "Poor baby. I guess I don't know my own strength. I 
promise that I'll never hit you again." She drilled me again with 
another body shot. I wailed in agony as my insides felt like they 
exploded. "Oh, No! I didn't hurt you again, did I? I'm so sorry. Here, 
let me make it up to you." Sandi rammed me again, this time into my gut. 
I watched as her fist sank deep into my stomach. She released me and I 
sank to the floor, retching in agony. She let me recover for a few 
minutes then laid me out on my back. I was begging her to stop; tears 
were running down my face. I was pleading for mercy. " Okay, Jake. I'll 
stop. You've learned your lesson. Here, let me help you." She was 
running her hand around my ribs. I winced in pain as she found my 
cracked rib. " Sorry, sweetheart. That must really hurt." She punched me 
twice as hard right on the rib. 

I wailed as some ribs broke from her powerful blow. Sandi laughed again 
in sadistic delight at my plight. I was doubled up from the horrible 
pain. She reached down and tore off my undershorts. She effortlessly 
lifted to my feet and pushed me into the wall again. "Still think women 
are too weak and prissy for contact sports? We seem to be having a 
little contact. What about it, sport?"  She laughed at her pun and at my 
pain. The pain from her body shots was terrible. I was crying tears of 
agony and humiliation as I was helpless to stop the big chested Amazon 
from doing as she willed. I could not match her incredible power. She 
punched me again in the ribs. I screamed in pure agony. She smiled at my 
pain. "Poor Jake. Getting battered by a mere girl. Helpless to stop 
this!" She drove a pile driver punch deep into my solar plexus. I could 
feel my insides ripping apart as her muscle-driven fist smashed into my 
body. I was gagging up blood from my internal injuries. Her muscle-bound 
arm holding me up, kept me from dropping to the floor. She sent another 
thunderous blow into my stomach. She grabbed my gonads and squeezed 
viciously. "Hurting Jake? Little Sandi too much for you?" She released 
her grip and sent another punishing punch crashing into my solar plexus. 

"Oh God it hurts!" I cried. "Please Sandi, Please stop. You're so 
strong. I can't take it anymore." "I haven't even started yet!  This is 
just a warm up." Replied the sadistic muscle girl. To prove her point 
she rammed me twice more into my smashed torso. I passed out from her 
battering blows. Again, she let me recover until I awoke. Sandi returned 
and grabbed me by my broken right hand and lifted me to my feet. I 
screamed in pain again as she ground my broken hand in her grip of 
steel. "Cry, wimp! Scream as I destroy you! I love to hear the cries of 
weak men as my muscles slaughter them!"  She went behind me and got me 
into a jackhammer, still crushing my hand. She lifted up on my arm and 
walked me over to a wall. "The reason I put pads on the wall is so I can 
do this lots of times instead of just one."  She grabbed the back of my 
hair with her other hand and rammed me into the wall, face first. She 
did this six times. She paused before each time to tell me that the next 
one would be harder. I was helpless to stop her from torturing me. The 
young Amazon had me totally in her muscular control.  My nose broke on 
her second slam. Blood was pouring out. Each time she lifted higher on 
my arm and tightened her grip on my hand. Finally, after the last one, 
she let me sink to my knees. She kept her grip on my ruined hand. "Say 
goodbye to your shoulder!" Sandi cruelly warned me. "No. No. Please!" I 
begged. I could hear her chuckling as she lifted my arm straight up and 
drove her mighty forearm into my shoulder. I could feel the rotator cuff 
tendons tear like they were paper from the force of her shiver. I passed 
out again from the pain of her muscular assault on my body. 

I awoke in a pool of my own blood. I was in total agony. Sandi rolled me 
over on my back. She had taken off her halter, exposing her breasts. 
"Ready for round two?" She said brightly;" I am." She sat on my stomach 
with her knees jammed into my armpits. I looked at her fantastic body 
thru my tear and blood stained eyes. "No more!" I whimpered "Please, no 
more. Kill me if you want. But please, no more pain!" She reached down 
and pulled my bloody face against her chest. She rubbed her big firm 
breasts around my face while saying; "Yes, more. More pain Jake. Lots 
more. I get pleasure out of watching men in pain. I get even more 
pleasure by causing their pain. It's fun to fight a man and batter him 
into submission.  But, it's more fun to torture a man who I've beaten to 
a pulp. I've beaten you, now I'm going to torture you.  I'm a true 
Amazon. Men are for my enjoyment. I enjoy their pain and agony." 

Sandi smiled sweetly at me and punched me in the mouth. Still holding my 
hair, she drilled me below my left eye. I could feel my cheekbone 
shatter from the blow. She dropped my head back down and grabbed my 
balls in her hand. She started squeezing and releasing my balls, time 
after time. I screamed and wailed as the muscle girl crushed my 
testicles without mercy. She held my hand against her breast as she 
continued her torture. "Hurt. Hurt. Feel the pain of my dominant 
strength. Know that a woman is destroying you!" Spat the savage young 
sadist. I became totally incoherent from the terrible pain. Each time I 
came close to passing out, she would relent just long enough to let me 
recover slightly. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I fainted. I 
awoke a long time later in terrible agony. Sandi had beaten and tortured 
me to the point where death would be welcome. I was still in the room. 
The door was open and I was alone, but, due to my horrible injuries, I 
could not escape. I passed out again shortly. 

When I woke up the second time, the muscular manbeater had returned. She 
had cleaned my blood off of her body and changed into a bikini bottom. 
"My my, you are a mess. You should learn to take better care of 
yourself!" She had brought in two, 75lb. dumbbells. She started doing 
arm curls with the weights. The muscles of her arms bulged with power as 
she pumped up. It was incredible as her arms swelled with might. The 
sight of her huge arms, the heavy iron, and her bare chest was amazing. 
Even through the pain, I was mesmerized by the sight of the buxom muscle 
girl as she did rep after rep with the heavy weights. She finally put 
down the weights and inspected her work. "Not bad, here feel." She bent 
down and flexed her massive arm.  She put my hand on it. Her arm felt 
like stone. The biceps were huge mountains of raw strength. I was 
quaking in fear as I felt the mighty muscles that had smashed me. She 
slid my hand down on her forearm. The muscles of her forearm were just 
as powerful and hard as her biceps. 

"Time for a little demonstration of which sex is really the weakest and 
which is the strongest." I began to cry. I didn't know what she had in 
mind, but I didn't care. I was done for. I could not bear any more 
punishment. "Oh Sandi, you are. You've proven your strength. I'm too 
weak. You're so strong. No more, no more!" I was babbling for her to 
have mercy. She just laughed and bent down over my crotch. She grabbed 
my cock and began to pet it. She was being very gentle. She continued to 
rub me and amazingly I got hard. She kept petting and stroking me until 
I had a full erection.  She started rubbing the head of my cock along 
her tremendous thigh. "Your little love muscle looks pretty puny next to 
some real muscle." Sandi flexed her thigh muscles hugely. I could feel 
their granite hard power thru my cock. "Oh well, time for business." She 
suddenly put the bottom of my hard cock into the crook of her arm.  She 
then squeezed down and flexed with all of her might. Her biceps and 
forearm muscles crushed in on my prick with savage fury. The granite 
hard, pumped up muscles of her arm were grinding my cock into pulp. The 
blood couldn't escape because of her pressure. I was screaming in mortal 
fear as Sandi kept up her sadistic sexual abuse. I heard her laughing in 
glee as I screamed in pain and terror. She started lifting me as well as 
crushing me with her muscle-bound arm. "I might just tear this off." She 
said as my butt lifted off of the floor. She was looking me in the eye 
as she kept up the savage hold. "This is fun! I love the feel of my 
muscles crushing your pathetic cock. Stop me Conan! Stop the little girl 
from destroying your manhood!" She kept verbally tormenting me as her 
mighty biceps smashed my cock. The head of my prick was swollen and 
purple from all of the trapped blood. She reached over with her free 
hand and began to squeeze it as hard as she could. My cries of agony 
doubled from the additional pain. After at least ten minutes of sexual 
torture Sandi finally released me. She stood up over me and began to run 
her foot along my ruined member. My agonized cries brought a smile to 
her lips. She bent down and kissed me on the lips. With one hand she 
brought my hand to her big, hard nippled breast. With the other, she 
sadistically punched me once again in my shattered ribcage. 

Sandi stood up and flexed her mighty arms in a pose of absolute female 
victory. She looked down on my battered body with a look of 
satisfaction. I lay moaning pitifully on the mat as she left the room. 
Sandi had totally beaten and abused me. I had never laid a hand on her 
since the punch that broke my hand. She was right. Her mighty muscles 
had completely dominated me in a way which I would never had believed 
any woman could do. Two days later I managed to crawl out of her house 
and drive to a hospital. 

The End.