Seaside Slaughter 

Sandi smashes up one man, then humiliates and dominates another 


I was climbing down the rock face to my favorite secluded beach spot 
when I noticed a figure lying on the sand. I cursed under my breath as I 
wanted to do a little "clothing optional" sunbathing and now there was 
someone on "my" beach. Even worse, the figure was a naked man. I started 
to turn around and go back up to the road when I noticed another figure 
appear, in the distance, from behind a rock outcropping. The second 
figure was a jogger out for a morning run.  As the runner came closer, I 
realized with a start, that it was a girl.  She had beautiful golden 
hair which flowed behind her head as her long strides ate up the 
distance between her and the man on the beach. She had on a sweater, and 
a pair of very short shorts. Her tanned legs glistened with sweat. I saw 
all of this, but what struck me more than anything, was how incredibly 
muscular her lower limbs were. She had a pair of legs that almost defied 
belief. She had massive, hugely defined thighs which exploded with raw, 
unadulterated power with each stride. I stared in awe at those 
incredible legs as they carried her ever closer to the supine man. Her 
quadriceps and hamstrings were great slabs of pure muscularity that were 
obviously powerful beyond any comprehension of mine. The mere thought of 
those legs wrapped around me either erotically or in anger scared me out 
of my wits. Those massive legs could crush me like an eggshell with no 
effort. At the same time, I was sexually fascinated by them. The thought 
of caressing or kissing those amazing pillars of strength with their 
huge, bulging mountains of muscle, turned me on. I had an erection and 
my breath was coming in short rasping gasps. 

She came abreast of the sleeping man. Somehow he sensed her presence and 
awoke with a start. As she passed him, he shouted something to her. I 
couldn't hear what he said, but whatever he said, upset the girl. She 
turned back and spoke to the man. They were only about three feet apart. 
I quietly started to move in closer, as I wanted to hear their 
conversation and I also wanted to get a better view of her muscled legs. 
He stood up to face the girl. He had a leer on his face and an erection. 
The man must have been 6'4" tall and over 240 lbs. He was obviously an 
athlete. He was densely muscled, with several scars on his body. He 
wagged his cock at the girl and said something. The girl got red faced 
and said something back. She turned and started to resume her jog. The 
man grabbed her sweater to stop her. She pushed his hand off and shouted 
at him. The man laughed, and without warning, punched her wickedly in 
her stomach. The result was not at all what I expected.  Instead of 
doubling up in pain as the man's punch crashed into her, the girl took 
it, seemingly without effect, and even derided the man for his inability 
to hurt her. His reaction was quite different. He cried out as he hit 
her. At first, I thought it was a Kung-Fu yell or something, but it 
turned out that he had damaged his hand. He looked up her, enraged that 
she dare deride him. He went for her face with a driving right. She 
sidestepped his punch, and as he went by, drove her elbow viciously into 
his kidney. His back arched and he screamed in pain. He dropped to his 
knees, holding his damaged back. 

The girl calmly walked over to him, grabbed his head and smashed her 
bare thigh into his face. The impact of her muscle-bound thigh against 
his exposed face was incredible! Blood and teeth exploded out from his 
face as his head snapped back at a horrible angle. His nose was smashed 
flat.  The big man was badly hurt and  in terrible pain from her driving 
blow.  Blood was pouring out of his broken nose and smashed mouth. The 
girl let him fall, face first, to the sand. He lay there, spasming in 
pain. She peeled off her sweater and I gasped audibly at the sight of 
her body. She wore a sports bra which covered her big, outthrust 
breasts. The rest of her was nothing but muscle. Layer after layer of 
big, thick, hugely defined muscle. Her arms and shoulders were 
absolutely amazing. She had a pair of arms that Mr. Olympia would envy. 
Her biceps were mountains of muscle, rock hard and deadly. Her broad 
shoulders,  thick chest, and steel abdomen were astounding. This girl 
was beyond description. I actually creamed in my pants, just at the 
sight of her unbelievably muscular physique. She may have had the face 
of an innocent teenager, but she had  the body of a man smashing 
huntress. Each move that she made caused the muscles of her fantastic 
body to spring forth, rock hard and huge. She loomed over the fallen 
man, her massive muscles gleaming in the sun. The muscular girl looked 
down at the man, who was still writhing in pain from the impact of her 
granite hard thigh against his face. The man slowly got to his knees. 
Blood was pouring from his nose as he managed to shakily regain his 
feet. He stood in front of her on wobbly legs. His eyes were blank.  He 
looked like he was out on his feet. She viciously slapped his face, 
bringing him back to reality. The girl then moved into him and delivered 
an incredible blow, deep into his muscular abdomen. Her punch ripped 
into him and he doubled over, emitting a groan of agony. 

Before he could fall, she grabbed his hair and again drove her thickly 
muscled thigh up into his face. His jaw broke with an audible snap as he 
screamed in misery. He dropped to the sand, unmoving. She straddled him 
and secured him in a chin lock. She buried her right knee deep into his 
back and viciously pulled his broken jaw up. The muscles simply exploded 
from her body as she pressured her hold with incredible power. The man's 
head was forced up at a sickening angle. He was moaning in pain and in 
the fear that the girl would snap his neck. I could see the fear in his 
eyes. The 240 lb. muscle man was helpless against the awesome power of 
the buxom young girl. I could feel his terror and so could she.  The 
girl was feeding on his fear, she had a cruel smile on her beautiful 
face and her nipples stood out from her big breasts. She then twisted 
his head to the right and began grinding his broken jaw with her hand. 
His tears of agony mixed with the blood and caked sand on his face as 
she sadistically ground his jaw in her powerful hand. I knew that she 
had more than enough strength to kill him with her bare hands if she 
wanted.  Her muscles had more than proven their superiority to a mere 
man's. He was hers for the slaughter and nothing he or I could do would 
change that fact. She finally let him drop to the sand. He lay there, 
unmoving as she stood up, proud and victorious. 

The girl rolled him onto his back. His face was a gruesome sight, what 
with his jaw broken and the mixed blood and sand caked on him. She 
smiled down on him, satisfied with her work. She left him alone for a 
few minutes.  I wanted to run. I knew that if she saw me, I would suffer 
the same fate as the man. But, I couldn't go. The sight of her amazing 
body and the cruel way that she used her huge muscles on him, kept me 
rooted in my hiding place. She returned a bit later. She planted her 
foot into his crotch, rubbing his balls. The new pain brought the man 
back to life. He grabbed at her calf in a vain effort to ease his 
plight. She laughed at him. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading with 
her for mercy. He was trying to talk, but the Amazon had mangled his jaw 
to such an extent, that he could only make gurgling sounds. She lifted 
her foot off of his gonads, bent down, and  lifted him to his feet. Her 
incredible muscles burst forth from her arms as she lifted the battered 
man up. She propped him up against a large rock, using one brawny arm. 
He towered over the girl, his muscular body motionless. His head hung 
down, blood still streaming out of his smashed face. She grabbed his 
cock and squeezed and kneaded it for a few minutes, not to arouse him, 
but to humiliate him. She wanted to prove her superiority over him. She 
then turned him around. She secured him in a hammer lock with her left 
arm and grabbed his ass cheek with her right hand. 

Suddenly and viciously, pushing on his ass,  she slammed him forward 
against the bare rock. She dug her hand deep into his butt and ground 
and rubbed him against the stone. He wailed in mortal terror as the 
muscle girl sadistically pulverized his gonads. Then she pulled him back 
and slammed his balls into the rock at least twenty times. At the same 
time, she violently pushed up on his arm. I could hear his arm snap as 
the manbeater broke it with her muscular thrust. She located a sharp 
edge of the rock and ground him against it with savage fury. She was 
taunting him and degrading him as she destroyed his gonads. Blood poured 
out of his crotch as the busty Amazon savaged the huge man. Finally, she 
stopped. She twisted him around to view her work. The cock that he had 
obscenely waved at her was a bloody mess. His scrotum was swollen, 
bloody, and purple with bruises. She smiled slightly as she grabbed his 
mangled sac and squeezed viciously. The man bellowed in pure agony and 
terror as the muscular young girl crushed his balls with her bare hand; 
all the while laughing at his agony and his inability to stop her. The 
sadist then drove her fist directly into his gut. The force of her blow 
lifted him off of his feet. He dropped to the sand in shock, 
unconscious. 

After about an hour, she returned to her victim. While she was gone, I 
moved even closer to the beach and found a secure hiding spot. I wanted 
to go to him and help him but, my mortal fear of the Amazon kept me 
rooted to my hiding place. He was still passed out. He may have been 
dead. She lifted his inert body onto her broad shoulders with so little 
effort that the ease of it was scary. His 240 Lbs. was almost nothing to 
the muscle-bound female. She carried him to the edge of the ocean, and 
pressing him above her head with her muscles flexing massively, tossed 
him into the sea. The shock of the water brought him back to life. She 
drug him from the water. I could hear him moaning pitifully. He was in 
immense pain from the savage pummeling that the girl had given him. I 
heard her teasing him:  "Now baby, I'm going to finish you off. I'm 
going to destroy the rest of your body, top to bottom!" 

She kissed his smashed face cruelly and stood him up. She brutally drove 
her fist, powered by her fantastic muscles, deep into his now yielding 
gut. Blood exploded out of his mouth as her punch ripped his innards 
apart. He again dropped to the sand, moaning in pain. The girl wrapped 
her fingers in his hair and in a breathtaking demonstration of pure 
muscular power,  lifted him to his feet.  He was now screaming as all of 
his weight pulled down on his trapped hair. She sent a pile-driving 
punch into his rib cage. I could see his side cave in from the force of 
her blow. Another punch to a different section of his ribs had the same 
result. Two more driving shots followed. The naked man was being 
methodically destroyed by the muscular girl, one body part at a time. He 
could offer no resistance as she battered his once proud body into a 
writhing mass of pain. She was enjoying his agony. After each punch, she 
would laugh as the helpless man moaned in agony. There was no way that 
he could bother her any more, but she showed no inclination to stop her 
assault. The muscle girl only seemed intent on inflicting more 
punishment on her male victim.  She kept him upright with her hand 
intertwined in his hair. The muscles of her arm and shoulder flexed 
hugely as she kept the big man on his feet. His body looked grotesque as 
her punches had crushed his rib cage. Three shots of unbelievable power 
ripped into his midsection. His entire 240+ lb. body recoiled as the 
manbeater's pulverizing blows struck home, audibly breaking his bones. 
He was puking up blood and bile in great quantities as the sadistic girl 
ravaged him. One more incredible shot into his smashed body and he was 
out. She let him drop to the sand. She then calmly put on her sweater 
and jogged off down the beach. 

I waited for about ten minutes, then cautiously went down to the beach. 
I walked over to the battered body. He was breathing, barely. His face 
was completely smashed. His nose, jaw, and cheekbones were crushed. 
Blood and sand were caked all over his body. His broken arm jutted out 
at a strange looking angle. His chest looked like it had been run over 
by a truck. His rib cage was smashed and covered with ugly purple 
bruises. The muscle girl had devastated his gonads. His cock was a 
bloody mess and his ball sac had been smashed flat by the sadistic 
Amazon. He needed help fast, or he was done for. I got up and turned to 
go back up the hill to my car when I heard: "Finally got up enough nerve 
to come out of your hiding place." I turned toward the voice. SHE was 
standing there, hands on hips, huge thick muscles bulging massively 
under skin stretched tight. 

She had taken off her sweater again, exposing that upper body that had 
totally smashed a 240 lb. man effortlessly. As incredible as she had 
looked from afar, she was even more awesome up close. I dropped to my 
knees, sobbing in terror. "Please lady, don't hurt me. I won't tell 
anybody what I saw you do! I promise!"  She slowly walked over to me. I 
stared in fear at her unbelievable thighs as they flexed hugely with 
each step. She walked right up next to me. Her massive thigh was one 
inch in front of my face. The great slabs of granite hard muscle, with 
their deep cuts and striations totally covered my field of vision. She 
reached down and pushed my face against her leg. "Feel what real muscle 
is like, little boy! Feel what I, a girl, have and what you limpdick men 
can only dream of!" She was right. I could feel the titanic power of her 
muscles as she pushed my face against her thigh. Involuntarily, I 
reached up with my hands and began to caress her thigh muscles. They 
were incredibly huge and hard beyond description. I began to kiss her 
mountainous quadriceps. I was shaking in terror, knowing what those 
muscles had just done to a much bigger man than me. But, I was 
mesmerized by the sheer size and unbelievable power of the young girl's 
musculature. She was so fantastic! I began to whimper like a scared 
puppy. I would do anything to please the Amazon man smasher. I was 
panting in arousal and fear as she flexed her thighs even larger! 

She was standing above me, laughing quietly, loving the fact of my 
subservience to her muscle-bound body. "Poor little man! Afraid of a 
girl. Kneeling in terror. Afraid that I might do to you what I did to 
that other so called man! Don't worry. I'm not going to destroy you; IF, 
you do as I say. There is a difference between pain and damage. I 
damaged that asshole over there. You will feel the horrible pain that 
only my muscles can cause. Think of the worst pain that you have ever 
felt. That will pale in comparison to what I'm going to do to you. I 
love putting a man in agony with my big muscles! I going to make you 
scream and cry as I mangle your weak pathetic body with my huge female 
muscles! Then, when I'm done with the pain, I'll rape you. I'll fuck 
you, slowly grinding your cock into hamburger with my vagina!" She 
pushed me away roughly. I was on my knees, sobbing great tears of fear 
and humiliation. I was shaking with mortal fear of the muscular girl. 
"Oh God, please! Please, don't do this! I surrender to your power! I 
can't match your muscles! You're too strong for any man!" She just stood 
there, smiling at my weakness. She reveled in her power, her total 
domination of both my body as well as my ego. 

She reached up, ever so slowly, and tore her sports bra off of her big 
chest, revealing her big firm breasts and hard distended nipples. The 
muscles of her arms bunched hugely as she did this. Then, she flexed her 
incredible arms. Her biceps grew into huge mountains of pure power. They 
had to measure at least 19 inches! "Come on baby, let's play!"  I felt 
my stomach heaving. I was in absolute terror. The big chested muscle 
girl was going to tear me apart, and I was helpless to stop her! She 
slowly sauntered over to me, relishing my terror. "No..No....Please..No! 
I'll do anything!...Please!" I was begging her. She looked down on me 
with a cruel smile. "Strip wimp! I want to see that soft, pathetic body 
of yours. Strip it all off. Now!" I frantically began taking off my 
clothes. The vicious girl stood above me, chuckling quietly as I fumbled 
out of my clothing. When I finally got them all off she just stood 
there, inspecting me like I was a piece of meat. "Pretty pitiful. You're 
not much of a man in any respect, are you?" She taunted. "I've got more 
muscle in my little finger than you do in your whole wimpy body!" She 
rubbed my prick with her toe to emphasize her point. Tears of shame 
mixed with my tears of fear as she verbally emasculated me. I was 
totally humiliated by her. She was destroying my ego with her cruel 
verbal abuse. She kept it up. "For a real woman, a little limpdick like 
you is only good for one thing. That's to feel pain. You could never 
satisfy me with that pencil stub you call a cock! The only satisfaction 
you could give me is to cry in agony as my muscles tear you apart! So I 
will!" She reached down and grabbed my jaw with one hand. The girl 
simply lifted me to my feet with one arm. She flexed her other arm 
menacingly in front of my eyes. 

I stared at the huge mountain of rock hard muscle as she whispered in my 
ear: "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sandi. Sandi Stone. 
Pretty appropriate isn't it?" She laughed at her joke while, at the same 
time, lifting me above her head with that same one hand. The pressure on 
my trapped jaw was terrible. "Feel bad, baby! Think of how his jaw 
feels!" She said, pointing to the battered man. I was in misery from her 
hold and the strain on my neck as I dangled helplessly in her grasp. She 
shook me like a rag doll, doubling my anguish. I moaned pitifully as she 
laughed wickedly at my plight. "Your little weenie looks funny swinging 
like that." She shook me again. Still laughing, she put me down and 
released her grip. I stood in front of her, my head hanging in shame, my 
body quaking in fear. "Remember how I tore up his body with my fists? 
Now it's your turn!"  "No, oh no!" I begged as she punched me, low and 
hard, with her left hand. It felt like a bomb exploded in my guts! I 
dropped to the sand, retching horribly. "Oh God!" I moaned as the pain 
spread through my stomach. She stood above me grinning, her fists 
clenched. "That was nothing, asshole! Feel this one!" She kneeled down 
and drilled me in the kidney. 

"Aaauuggghhhh!....Aaauuggghhh!" I wailed pitifully. Getting hit by her 
fists was like being hit with a crowbar! The force of her blow tore 
through my body like a tornado. I was screaming in mortal terror as 
another wicked punch crashed into my naked body. I was having 
involuntary spasms as the terrible pain overloaded my nervous system. 
"Not bad, huh! I can hit kinda hard for a girl!" She said sarcastically 
in a simpering voice. "I bet that you thought a weak girl like me could 
never hurt a He-man like you and make you cry!" She stood up, laughing 
sarcastically. "I held back, you prick! If I really punched you, you 
would be dead right now!" She spat. Sandi rolled me over on my back and 
started to rub my balls with her foot. I looked up at the muscle-bound 
Amazon through pain wracked eyes. She stood above me, massively muscled, 
big breasted, dominant, and beautiful with her foot buried in my crotch 
and a cruel smile on her face. "No more,  please Sandi, I can't take any 
more. Please stop, please!" I cried  "Why don't you make me, you little 
shit! You're the man, I'm just a girl. You better stop me yourself, 
because he sure can't and there's no one else around.  Be a man and stop 
me!" She spat wickedly. "I can't! I can't!" I whimpered: "You're too 
strong. I can't match your muscles. Please have mercy! Your big muscles 
hurt me so bad!" She reached down and lifted me to my feet.  "Tough 
shit!" She yelled as she applied a full nelson. My head was pushed down 
against my chest as she lifted up the hold. She used my head as a 
fulcrum to pull my shoulders up. Pain tore through both of my shoulders 
as the incredibly powerful girl increased the torturous pressure. "Oh my 
God!" I screamed as she continued to build the killing force. She 
brought my shoulders to the point of dislocation. 

I could feel, and hear the tendons stretching as the man beater worked 
on me. She was laughing in glee as her massive muscles caused my agony. 
"Cry, asshole! Let me hear how much I hurt you! Beg your muscle 
mistress! Beg me to stop the terrible pain that I cause!" Cry and beg I 
did! I knew that she wanted to hear  my weakness, my pain. I tried not 
to, but she was too much. Her strength was overwhelming, unstoppable. I 
was babbling for her to stop through my agonizing wails of pain. She 
kept me in that hold for what seemed like hours. The Amazon kept me in 
horrendous pain the entire time. She would ease up or change the angle 
of the hold from time to time. Not out of fatigue or to give me a 
respite, but to continue to increase the level of pain that I was in. 
Several times, she would drop me to my knees then lift me back up to 
increase the pressure on my neck. Each time, I would cry in agonizing 
terror. Her massive biceps were crushing my arms. I lost feeling as the 
mountains of steel hard muscle cut off the circulation to my lower arms. 
"Ever felt power like mine? I could rip your arms off if I wanted to. I 
love it when my muscles hurt men. I told you that you were going to feel 
horrible pain from my big muscles! This is nothing compared to what I 
could do! Here's a taste of my real power!" With that, she gave me one 
fearsome jolt of incredible strength. Some of my shoulder ligaments 
snapped from the killing power of her mighty muscles. She let go of me 
and I dropped to the sand, crying piteously. 

"Why?....Why?" I babbled.  "Because you're a man who's weak and I'm a 
woman who's strong! Because I like to hurt men, and I'm strong enough to 
do so! Because I want to!"  She grabbed my hair and lifted me to my 
feet, screaming. She grabbed my cock in a grip of steel and walked over 
to the battered man, using my prick as a leash. I followed behind her, 
painfully humiliated by her. "Look at him! He insulted and hit me. Men 
have been doing that to women for centuries. They have always been 
stronger than women, so they could get away with it. No more! No man 
has, or ever will, hit me without paying a terrible price! I smash men 
in the ring for a living and I put men like you in pain for sexual 
release. But my favorite thing is to totally destroy macho assholes like 
him, who think that they can push women around. He pushed the wrong 
woman." She pulled me to her. "All you men like big tits.  Feel mine!" 
She pushed her big chest against me and slowly wrapped her muscular arms 
around my back and began to squeeze. Her firm breasts and hard nipples 
were pushed against me as she very slowly, but continuously, increased 
the pressure. My air supply was cut off as I couldn't inhale. Her 19 
inch arms of steel bulged out hugely as she began to crush my chest. I 
began to beat on her granite hard shoulders as the unendurable pain 
mounted. "Like my big breasts, baby? Don't they feel so good? I bet my 
hard nipples are really turning you on!" She taunted cruelly while using 
her colossal muscles to crush me. I was totally helpless in her grasp. 
My puny punches affected her as much as my unsubstantial muscles were 
able to resist her. That is, not at all. I couldn't even cry out, as she 
had cut off my air. She was looking directly into my glazed eyes. I saw 
a sadistic smile on her face as I passed out in her grasp. 

I woke up in terrible pain. Sandi had been as good as her word. I had 
never felt pain such as she had meted out. What made it even worse, if 
possible, was that I knew that she had not even used a fraction of her 
true power. The battered man was proof of that. A splash of sea water 
brought me fully awake. "Ready for part two?" She asked brightly. My 
heart dropped to my stomach in fear as I realized that she was still 
there. She was now totally nude. She reached down and again lifted me to 
my feet by my hair. She roughly got me into an abdominal stretch. She 
bent me across her body, anchoring my legs with one of hers, sticking my 
head under her opposite arm, and using that same arm to get me in a 
hammer lock. My other arm was wrapped behind her. She had one arm free 
to do as she pleased. She tightened her hold. My gut began to stretch 
out in her muscular grip. My arm and shoulder were in agonizing pain. 
She turned me so I had to look at the battered body of the other man. 
She increased the pressure of the hold. My stomach was now on fire as 
the muscle girl worked me over. 

"Guess what happens now? I get to play with your tiny little prick and 
squeeze your itty bitty balls!" I could feel her hard nippled breast 
against my back as she began to beat me off. She did not ease the 
pressure of her hold. My mind was a haze of pain and confusion. [1] The 
bloody man was now awake and looking at us. He was crying as he realized 
what the brawny girl had done to him. [2] I was in terrible pain from 
what she had done earlier and the torturous hold she now had me in. [3] 
The effects of her masturbation, her breast against me, and my earlier 
worship of her massive muscles were beginning to make my prick hard. I 
was beginning to realize that I wanted to be dominated by this girl. She 
kept up her work, hurting me and arousing me at the same time. "You like 
it, don't you baby? You like my strength, my dominant power!" I began to 
shake in sexual arousal. She increased the power of her hold. I began to 
moan uncontrollably in mixed pain and pleasure. "Yes..Yes..Yes!" I 
grunted. "Take me..Use me!" I begged. Just before I was going to orgasm, 
she dropped me to the sand. I lay there panting, my cock swollen with 
lust and the rest of me throbbing with pain. "Now that you know what you 
are and what you want; I won't let you have it!" She said with a cruel 
derisive voice. She then put on her clothes, went over to the other man, 
kicked him in the face, and walked off down the beach. I stayed there 
for hours....waiting. She never returned. She destroyed two men that 
day. one physically, and one emotionally. To this day, I don't know 
which was worse.