Sandi and the Sisters of Strength Sandi teaches women how to dominate men with their muscles "Punishment. Physical pain. Humiliation. Degradation. Terror. That is what every man's lot will be from now on if I have my way. I have been doing that to men, one on one, for some time now. I have personally beaten over four hundred men to bloody pulps over the past five years. It is now time to multiply my efforts through you ladies. I want to show you women how to treat men so that you will be able to feel the pure ecstasy of total domination and make even more men feel the pain that they all deserve." Sandi Stone was talking to a group of her admirers at her home. They had seen her fight men at the Society Of Unarmed Combat and liked the way she brutally slaughtered them with her massive muscles and pounding fists. They had gotten together to build their bodies in emulation of their muscle bound heroine. Months of gruelling work had honed the four women's bodies. None was near the development of the incredible Sandi but, all of them now sported very impressive physiques. All had begun to use their new found strength on males but, with mixed results. Now they had come to Sandi's home to learn more about the techniques of muscle domination of the male. They called themselves The Sisters of Strength. They had each brought a man who were now in individual holding pens in another room. "You ladies have done well in the initial phase. You have all done wonderful jobs in building your bodies. I see lots of hard muscle on all four of you. This phase never ends though. MUSCLE. You can never have enough. Even I don't have enough. Muscle means power. Power means control. Control means domination. Domination results in our joy and fulfilment. Never stop building your muscles. Pound for pound, women's muscles are stronger than men's. Most men are bigger and heavier than women, so they are stronger overall. We will build up our muscles to compensate for man's size advantage. Also, all men are attracted to muscular women. Most will not admit it, but they are. Even with my reputation as a man beater, all I have to do is go in public wearing a tank top, and I have men drooling in lust. Deep inside their psyche, all men crave the embrace of a muscular female. The more muscular we are, the more men are attracted to us. So, we use our muscles to draw the man to us. Then we those same muscles to destroy him!" The four women listened intently, with smiles on their faces, as Sandi continued her lecture. "There are three elements, or sides, to what I call the triangle of domination. They are pain, fear, and abuse. Each is necessary. Each interacts with the others. Each brings us gratification, though in different ways. Each requires muscle, the more the better. The first element is pain. Pain. Inflicting constant, punishing, debilitating, pain on the man is the first, and most important element. It is crucial. And its fun! It's a glorious feeling to put a man in a hold that makes him scream and beg for mercy. The more my muscles make a man hurt, the more muscle I want to have! The more pain that we inflict, and the longer that we keep the man in pain, the sooner and more deeply we control him. Our muscular strength allows us to overpower the man and put him in that pain. Now, for an example. Anna, please bring in George." Anna, a five foot tall, one hundred pound brunette, who could bench press twice her weight, went to fetch her boyfriend. George was five-four and one hundred twenty pounds. "Anna has a couple of problems with George. He tends to disobey her and he believes that he deserves a life of his own. Anna, show us one of your previous discipline techniques please." Anna placed George in a hammer lock. George grunted slightly as the petite brunette pulled his skinny arm up. "Now, as you all see, George is in some discomfort. But, he can probably take it. This type of pain accomplishes nothing! Now, Anna, do it as I showed you earlier." Anna then wickedly wrenched George's arm much higher while twisting savagely on his wrist. George squealed in agonized pain as he felt like his arm was being ripped to shreds. Dropping to his knees in a futile attempt to ease the killing pain only gave Anna more leverage for her hold. She now pulled up on his spindly arm even harder. "Anna!...NO!.... God help me! ..I'll do anything!...Oh stop!" George wailed as Anna's arm muscles flexed until they looked like steel cords. " More pain! Punish him Anna! Pour it on!" Anna grabbed his hair with her free hand and savagely pulled his head back. Looking into his tear filled eyes with a smile on her face, Anna pulled up on his arm with even more force. Sweat ran off of his face as the incredible pain mounted. "As you see ladies, Anna has his full attention now!" The women all laughed at Sandi's comment. George started to wail again as Anna pulled his damaged arm back toward her which increased the pain in his shoulder. "As you can see, the man lets us know when a hold really works. He can't fake screams like that. Listen to the wimp cry! When he starts crying and begging from the pain, that's when we have him! That's the time to add even more pressure. We force him to beg and then hurt him more! It's wonderful! He knows that begging will only bring more pain, so he tries not to beg. But, we are so strong that we can force him to plead for mercy. The cycle of pain continues until the woman wants it to end." Anna continued to work her hold as Sandi spoke. George's screams increased in volume as the girl relentlessly punished his spindly arm. "Hurt him, Anna! Make him feel your power!" The small girl viciously increased the pressure. George became hysterical as the pain overwhelmed his brains ability for rational thought. The girl was in total control. Anna let loose of his hair and clamped her hand around his throat, cutting off his screams as well as his air. "Anna's hard muscles have George in real pain. Look at her arms! Like steel. Look at his face! Tortured, contorted in agony. This is muscle control. To be truly effective though, the pain must be applied for an extended length of time. This hold should initially be kept up for at least 30 minutes to really have a psychological, as well as, physical impact. Punish him with your power. Let him know that he is helpless against your strength. Use your mighty muscles to ruin his weak ones. Later, just the act of placing him in the hold will have good results as he remembers what you did to him before. Continuous changes of angles and torquing of his wrist is mandatory to keep the pain level high and ever changing. You may, if YOU want, release him now." Anna gave George one more wrenching pull and released both of her holds. George dropped to the floor, moaning. His arm stayed behind his back. The girl had damaged him so badly that he couldn't move it. Anna stood above him, her eyes gleaming. "Tell us how you feel Anna" Sandi queried the brunette. "It's amazing. I never felt anything like this. Watching his agony, and knowing that I caused it, was incredible! I want to hurt him again, and never stop. When we get home, I'm going to punish him all night long!" Anna flexed her slim, but steely, arm. "I want more muscles. Big, hard, man smashing muscles! I want to rip him limb from limb" Sandi smiled at her students. "Just some advice. Do as you please. You are in charge. Break your man in ten seconds if you like. But, to really make it better, don't overhurt your men too soon. Pain infliction is best when it is spread over a long period of time. In my eagerness to hurt men when I first started, I would damage them too much, too soon. They would pass out and be beyond my reach. I learned to control my power so that I could inflict misery on the man for hours on end. It's really better for me that way. Then, when they are about used up, I destroy their bodies and find a new victim. Don't get attached to one man. Use your power to destroy one, and then find another. There is an endless supply of men to butcher! Later, I'll show you an example of the benefits of extended punishment." Anna drug the still whimpering George back to his pen. "Now for fear. Fear! It should already be building on the other men as they see what happened to poor George! As I said, all three sides of the triangle of domination interact. The longer that we inflict pain, the more his fear increases. After releasing a hold or delivering a punch, let him recover a while. This is not mercy! We have no mercy! This waiting period is to allow his fear to build. When in agony, there is no time for fear. All there is is pain. When the pain eases, as long as there is a certain knowledge of more pain; then does the fear take over. Tell him what is coming. Then do it! Savagely, viciously! Then stop again. Repeat the process as often as you want to. Pain, then fear, then more pain, then more fear. Watch his ego dissolve as his body disintegrates! You gain an even higher level of control over him as his raw fear of you and your strength increases. You also gain a higher level of pleasure! His fear of your power and strength is pure delight. Watching a man shivering in fear of my muscles is an orgasmic experience! I've had men start to cry just by exposing my breasts! I'll push these babies against him and then rip him in the guts. When he recovers, I rub him again, then break his ribs with another punch. After a few of those, he is in total fear of my big chest. He knows that breasts mean pain, and lots of it. It's great! Just imagine how it would be for a man to puke in fear, for the rest of his life, every time he sees a busty girl. I love it! Paula, let's use Frank for our next demo." Paula, a sixteen year old, self-described muscle freak, went to fetch her older brother Frank. She wore shorts and a cut off tee shirt that really showed off the young girl's big thick muscles and rapidly growing breasts. "Frank is a real pain in the ass to his sister. She's beat him up a few times, but he won't leave her alone. She's young, as I was when I started, and a bit tentative. She hasn't really hurt him. I think that he likes to piss her off just to feel her hard muscles against him. We'll show her how to let her latent dominant nature emerge and inflict some real pain and fear." Paula brought Frank in. He looked around in awe at all of the exposed female muscle. But, his cocky and arrogant manner still remained. "Kneel before me, asshole!" Paula ordered, as Sandi had suggested. "Fuck off, Bitch!" Frank spat. Paula, looking uneasy, punched Frank in the guts. Her halfhearted blow hurt the boy but, he stayed standing. "Look at the arrogant little turd! Standing there with that shit-eating look on his face!" Sandi told Paula. "He's laughing at you!" Ashamed at letting her heroine down, the enraged Paula ripped Frank in the guts with a devastating left. Frank collapsed to the floor and rolled up into a ball. "Think of that look, Paula! Imbed it in your mind. Are you going to let him dishonor you again?" The young girl knelt down and sent another nasty shot into Frank's kidney. Frank rolled on the floor in terrible pain. Placing her hand on Paula's broad shoulder, Sandi softly said: "I had to get you fired up to get you to lose your inhibitions. Now, think of how he treated you earlier. Make him hurt and make him fear you. That's the only way he will ever stop disrespecting you." Paula looked at Sandi with the beginning of a smile. "You're not mad at me for being weak earlier?" Sandi shook her head and squeezed Paula's muscular shoulder. "I'll show you Sandi! I'll make him crawl for you!" Sandi shook her head. "No, make him crawl for you!" Paula smiled broadly and lifted Frank to his feet. She pushed him into a wall and held him up by his jaw. "I told you to kneel! Now do it!" Frank tried to drop to the ground. The look in his sister's face scared the shit out of him. Her iron grip kept him upright though. He tried to tell her that he would do as she ordered, but her hold on his jaw didn't allow him to speak. With a sadistic smile, Paula ripped her brother's guts again with a powerful punch. His body jerked spasmodically as her blow landed. Paula held him silently until she could see his pain abating. "One more time! Drop to your knees, prick!" The terror in the young man's eyes was evident as he vainly tried to pry his sister's hand away from his jaw. "Still won't, huh!" Paula sent another pile-driving shot into her brother. His eyes rolled back from the terrible pain. His legs turned to rubber. It didn't matter. The teenager's thick arm easily held Frank up. "I'll teach you to listen, Frank! If you don't get on your knees now, I'm going to hit you twice as hard as last time!" Frank, now petrified of the girl, futilely pawed at her arm. That muscled arm which would not let him obey it's owner. True to her word, Paula broke three of Frank's ribs with a punch that made Sandi smile in pride. Frank was now hurt so badly that his arms hung uselessly at his side. After he began to show signs of life, Paula spat: "This is your last chance. Obey me!" Tears of pain flowed from his eyes. His face was a mask of raw terror as Paula slowly brought her fist back one last time. The huge muscles of her arm bulged menacingly in front of the man's eyes. "Look how Paula has George terrorized. See how his eyes are riveted on her big biceps. Look at the fright on his face! Only the power of her muscles, and the pain they inflict, can cause fear such as this!" Paula wickedly punched him over the heart as she released the hold on his throat, letting him drop to the floor. The young Amazon looked down on her battered brother as he gripped his pain wracked chest. Her own chest heaved in the excitement that she felt. George moaned pitifully from the battering he had taken from his teenage sister. She revelled in his pain for the entire twenty minutes it took for it to recede to a level where he could comprehend what was happening. "Where do you belong Frank!" Said Paula ominously, as he finally began to stop whining. Frank, looking up at his muscular young sister, slowly got to his knees and reached for her steely thigh. Stepping back, Paula ordered him to crawl. Frank began to sink to the floor again. Seeing Paula pulling her fist back again, he quickly regained his knees and started crawling. The other women began clapping and cheering as Frank subjugated himself to Paula by crawling to the retreating girl. Paula finally allowed Frank to grab hold of her muscled thigh. "Beg me to hurt you!" She spat. He looked up at her with renewed terror. Kissing her powerful thigh, Frank begged for mercy. "I told you to beg me to hurt you, not for mercy!" Paula got Frank in a standing head scissors and squeezed viciously. Frank moaned and screeched as the pressure from the young girl's powerful thighs constricted in on his head. She held him for at least ten minutes. The teenager's power packed thighs constricted in on Frank's head with remorseless force. His eyes bulged out from the pressure. His face turned a deep beet red as Paula's thighs would not allow the blood to flow from his head back into his chest. Relenting at last, Paula released him from her viselike hold. Frank dropped to the floor. Lifting him by the hair she repeated her order. Crying like an open faucet, Frank whispered what she ordered. "Louder, wimp!" "Hurt me Paula. Please hurt me!" Frank begged. With a smile of total superiority, Paula clubbed the hapless man right on his temple. Frank was out cold before he hit the floor. Embracing her mentor, Paula said: "Oh Sandi! You're so right! He'll never bother me again, I know! Did you see his face? He was so scared, I thought he'd pee his pants! Now I know what you mean! It's wonderful to see the fear. I'm going to find another man, then another! Young, old, who cares! I'll crush them all with these muscles!" The teenager flexed her muscular arms in victory. Big balls of power erupted from her arms. Paula was sweet. Sixteen years old with sixteen inch arms of steel. She easily picked up the inert form of Frank, tossed him across her broad shoulders, and carried him into his pen. Sandi watched the muscular teenager with a smile. This is the one, she thought. This girl has the genetics, the drive, and the desire. Paula will cut a wide swath of destruction through the ranks of man. "Now for the final element. Abuse! Hurt him. Get him to fear you. Then, my favorite part. Abuse and humiliation! Degrade his manhood, his weakness, and his ego. Rub it in to him that a mere girl is shattering him. The keys to abuse are verbal humiliation, nakedness, and sexual battery. As you hurt him and increase his fear level, you taunt and abuse him verbally. Tell him how weak he is, emasculate him verbally, whatever it takes to smash his macho ego. After punches and during painful holds are the best times initially. Later, any opportunity to humiliate him will do. The memories of the pain and fear will trigger his humiliation. Strip him naked! Then take off as much of your clothing as you want. The key is to compare his weak, battered body to your muscular frame. Make him feel your muscles, rub your body against him, let him see and feel his inferiority. Degrade his masculinity. Then, only after you have totally beaten him physically, go for the gonads! Never go close to his balls until he is fully beaten. Don't ever let him think that he could have won, or held you off if you hadn't hit him in the balls! A thought like that gives him hope. He must have no hope. He must know that your muscles, and only your muscles, beat him. Anything less, or anything different is not muscle domination. That is psycho- sexual domination, where the man wants to be dominated. We dominate any man we want. If he doesn't want to be dominated...tough shit! Our muscles rule! We can, and will dominate any man! Dian. Bring in Fred, if you please. Dian has no trouble with men. She knows just how to treat em!" Dian was a tall, long legged, ebony skinned, beauty. She had picked Fred up at a bar. Fred was about 50 years old, balding, and potbellied. He was also very scared. Dian slowly stripped off her peasant blouse and wraparound skirt, revealing a Danskin leotard. Dian had long arms and legs which made her appear less muscular than she really was. In reality, the beautiful Black woman was immensely strong. Striking a double biceps pose in front of the terrified Fred, Dian seductively whispered: "Remember the sixties and Black Power?" Like a tigress, Dian was on Fred, ripping his clothes to shreds. The man squealed for help as Dian peeled him like a banana. Eyeing his nakedness, Dian muttered: "Baby, that little dingus couldn't satisfy a parakeet. I'll just have to find another way to use you!" Placing both of her arms in his armpits, Dian lifted and threw the 175 pound man across the room. He landed awkwardly. Trying to rise, he ran into the driving knee of the woman. He fell back in agony. Dian straddled him and sat on his fat gut. Slapping him repeatedly and constricting in on him with her strong thighs, Dian debased the man. "Dumb, White, asshole! Did you really think a pencil dick like you could ever turn on a woman like me? You old fart! You probably can't even get it up anymore! That is, if you could tell the difference!" Putting one strong hand around his throat, the beautiful girl began to squeeze. Fred flailed around and grabbed at her hand. He could not budge her iron grip. Grabbing his hand with her free one, Dian pushed his hand up against her full breast. "This is what a woman feels like!" Then she ran his hand up and down the steely arm that gripped his throat. "And this is what a real woman feels like!" Releasing her grip on his throat, Dian roughly pulled the man to his feet. Slamming him into a wall, she kneed him in his fat gut. "Come on, MAN! What's the matter? Letting a woman push you around! Your pride is about as big as your dick!" Fred was crying in humiliation as Dian continued the punishment, as well as her diatribe. Securing him in a chin lock from behind, Dian forced him to sit. Her arms, which did not look to be too strong due to their length, held Fred's head captive in a vise grip of female steel. "Get it hard baby, and I'll quit. C'mon, MAN, do it!" Dian squeezed harder, causing Fred to cry out in agony. Getting the message, he began to beat himself off. Each time his tiny pecker would start to rise, Dian would send a jolt of power through her arms. Fred was crying a torrent of tears of pain and humiliation as he was forced to degrade himself in front of the women. For at least 30 minutes Dian kept ordering him to get hard and kept making him lose it each time he tried. Finally tiring of her cruel game, Dian tossed Fred to the floor like a sack of garbage. He lay there, totally embarrassed and emasculated. "See how Dian used her strength to dominate the male. Her power, and his pain and fear set the scene for his abuse. Look at him! Totally broken! Great work Dian! Show us a finish!" The tall woman lifted Fred to his feet once more. Looking him straight in the eye, she buried her fist into his balls. He was unconscious before he could scream. She drug him back to the pens by his feet to the applause of the women. Doris was the fourth woman. Abused by her stepfather, raped by a teacher, she hated men with a cold, calculating fury. She had built herself up with a maniacal intensity. Five foot four, one hundred forty pounds of iron. She was powerful to be sure, but her power was uncontrollable. She took no more than two minutes to slaughter her men. This invariably left Doris feeling empty and unfulfilled. Much of Sandi's earlier lectures had been aimed at Doris. Sandi wanted to show Doris how, that by restraining herself, she could punish men much longer and more thoroughly than by using all of her vast strength. Sandi said: "Before Doris gives us an example of her unique methods, I would like to show you all a little example of the sweet science, boxing. Sandi had selected a 38 year old professional boxer named Vince Jenkins. He stood 5'10" and weighed 196 pounds. Vince was a club pro who never would amount to anything. He had the reputation of being able to absorb horrendous amounts of punishment, which suited Sandi just fine. He was also broke. That gave the cruel Amazon the hook that she wanted. Sandi offered Vince $10,000 if he could last 7 full rounds with another fighter. The deal was that he had to be standing to answer the bell starting the 8th. round. It was all or nothing. When the 8th. round started, no standee, no payee for Vince. Vince and his handler Duke had been sequestered away from the evening's earlier events. All that he knew about the fight was that his opponent was 5'6" and 170 pounds and that the battle was to be for a small and select audience. Duke wrapped Vince's hands prior to the call which beckoned them to the ring in Sandi's spacious basement. The two men were amazed at the sight which greeted them as they entered the arena. Four battered and naked men were seated next to four strong looking women. One man and one woman were in the ring. The woman was wearing a robe with extra large sleeves. Duke urged Vince to leave. The scene was just to bizarre. Vince seemed about to agree when the man in the ring opened an attache case which held $100 bills. 100 of them, making up the $10,000. Seeing the cash sealed Vince's fate. Duke and Vince entered the ring. Putting aside the case, the other man tossed Vince a pair of gloves. Vince began to don them. The man told Vince that he was to inspect the gloves for irregularities, they were his opponents gloves. Vince did so and threw them to the man. He took them to Sandi, who put them on. It was then that Vince finally realized that he was to fight a woman. He smiled to himself. The cash was as good as his. Those other four guys condition didn't bother him. He was a pro. No girl was going to stop him from making the $10,000. The man brought over some leather straps. He told Duke to wrap them around Vince's fists. It was to make the fight more even. The leather straps would make Vince's punches deadlier. The gloves would cushion Sandi's. Vince laughed in glee. A girl to fight and leather to hit her with. The rules were to be three minute rounds with a one minute break. No standing eight count. The bell would end a knockout count. The referee was Dian. Sandi dropped her robe, exposing her magnificent body. She wore a pair of shorts and a sports bra. Vince gawked openly at Sandi's massively muscular physique. She looked as if she had been chiselled out of a block of titanium. Layers of thick, bulging muscles covered her entire body. Vince felt vaguely uneasy in her presence but, he needed the money. Going back to his corner to wait for the bell, Vince sat on his stool and stared at Sandi's 19 inch arms. He was mesmerized by the sight of her huge, muscular arms. The slightest movement of her arm caused different muscles to flex and bulge dangerously. Sandi saw his stare out of the corner of her eye. Without looking directly at him, she slowly flexed her big left arm. The biceps and triceps of her incredible arm grew into massive, defined, mountains of unadulterated strength. The red boxing glove on her hand only underscored the reason for their existence. Vince felt the first pangs of fear in his gut. The bell rang. The fight began with Vince moving cautiously toward Sandi. He might be punch drunk but, he was no fool. He knew that he was going to have to earn his $10,000. His plan was to stick and move. He knew that he didn't want to get into a punching match with the muscular girl, even with his advantages of ring experience and the differences in the hand coverings. She was too strong for him. He wanted to use the leather straps on his fists to open cuts over her eyes to blind her. Snapping long jabs at her head and retreating quickly, Vince wanted to eat up precious time. Sandi, for her part, knew that the ring weary pug was too slow to run from her for too long. Easily avoiding one of Vince's jabs, Sandi stepped in and jabbed him twice with her left. Vince's head jerked back and sweat flew off it as Sandi's piston like blows landed. Vince retreated quickly and covered up. Even after seeing her muscle-bound body, he was clearly amazed at her power. Her jabs were harder than most men's power punches. He had to reduce her power or he was done for. Every fighter knows that the only way to slow up an opponent and take away his/her power is with body punches. The crafty old pro faked a jab at her head and buried his right fist into her gut with all of his might. His leather strapped hand thudded against the girl's thickly muscled abdomen with absolutely no effect. He had a shocked look on his face as Sandi smiled disdainfully. "Try it again, prick! That last one sucked!" Sandi held her hands high, exposing her lower body to Vince. Knowing that she wanted him to hit her stomach again, Vince moved in and threw a power packed one two, left right combination into Sandi's side and ribs. Her unbelievably dense musculature absorbed the man's blows effortlessly. Sandi laughed derisively at his failed efforts to hurt her. He stepped back, stunned by fact that he could not damage the girl. Vince had boxed all of his life. He had won and lost. He had knocked many men out and had been knocked out twice himself. He had never felt fear in the ring; until now. He was scared to death of the busty young girl with the big hard muscles. Taking advantage of his stupefied condition, Sandi walked in and delivered a ripping left to his midsection. Vince grunted as her sledgehammer blow crashed home. Dropping his guard to his injured gut left Sandi with an open shot to his head. She clubbed him with a right to his temple which dropped the big man to the mat. Striding over to the fallen man, she spat: "Come on, asshole! I was told that you can take a punch. You haven't shown me shit! Don't wimp out on me. You have six more rounds to go to make that $10,000." Vince looked up at his muscular foe through bleary eyes. He was broke. That money was everything to him. He had to last. Slowly regaining his feet, the shaken Vince avoided the girl for the rest of the round. Sandi let him. Staggering to his corner, Vince slumped onto the stool. His side was on fire and his vision was still blurred. "Let's get outta here." Duke urged. Vince shook his head. "I need that cash. I'll stay out of her way." The bell rang. Round two began with Vince on his bicycle. He used his prematurely ageing legs to stay away from the girl. Too many fights and too much booze had robbed him of his stamina however. After about one minute, he ran out of gas and Sandi moved in. Vince tried to keep her away with punches. As was her style, Sandi let the body blows connect. The armor of her incredible muscles protecting her from Vince's still powerful blows. She bobbed and weaved, avoiding most of his head shots. The rest, she took on her shoulders and biceps. One particularly strong shot hit her left bicep head on. Vince cried out painfully as his taped and leather wrapped fist struck her huge bare muscle. The now smiling Amazon had him where she wanted him. Vince was tired and scared. The girl began to pepper the palooka with a series of driving jabs to his head. He was unable to block her punches. She simply punched through his defenses. Sandi was far too strong for the man. Her blows went through his arms as if they didn't exist. His head snapped back and forth as Sandi rained in blows from all angles. His mouthpiece flew out under the barrage. Stopping the punishing assault after twenty blows, the manbeater viewed her foe. Vince stood on rubber legs, hands still held high but, at an awkward angle. Not wanting to finish him too soon, but wanting to hurt him some more, Sandi pushed Vince against the ropes and ripped him twice in the ribs. The man's cry of agony confirmed the overwhelming strength of the young girl. Sandi strode to her corner as the bell rang. "You really got him hurt now! You should be able to finish him off next round!" Cliff, her newest toy and corner man, said. "I haven't even hit him hard yet. I've been playing with him. I'm going to drag this out then smash him in the seventh round." She was as good as her word. Rounds three thru six were replays of round two. Sandi kept landing punishing shots at will against the outclassed man. She taunted and teased him using the $10,000 as the bait to keep him from quitting. She broke two more of his ribs with driving body shots. Sandi began to twist her head shots as they landed, causing Vince's skin to rip and tear as the gloves smacked home. By the end of the sixth round, Vince was a mass of bloody and bruised flesh. He slumped on his stool, every breath causing shooting stabs of pain due to his broken ribs. His eyes were almost totally swollen shut. His nose was smashed flat against his face. The Sister's Of Strength were awe-struck at the amount of punishment Sandi had dished out. She calmly reiterated how, by holding back, she could inflict more total damage then by using all of her power too early. "Now, I'm going to destroy him! I'll corner him and beat him to a pulp!" When Paula pointed out that he was already pulped, all the women laughed uproariously. The bell rang for round seven. Vince staggered out from his corner, his bloody, bruised, and bent over body only needing four more minutes of consciousness to get the money. Sandi slowly sauntered to him, all of her beautiful muscles gleaming with sweat. Six rounds of battering Vince causing her muscles to bulge massively with incredible definition. She held her hands at her sides in total disdain of the man. She tapped his damaged side and Vince cried in pain. Laughing, the Amazon ripped him in the same spot with a punch of terrifying intensity. Vince flew into the turnbuckle, driven by the force of the girl's savage blow. Before he could fall, Sandi propped him up with her brawny left shoulder. "Now, I'm going to show you how strong I really am! By the way, say goodbye to the 10,000!" Sandi punched the helpless man four times in his stomach. Her huge, chiselled muscles, exploding with unreal power as she sent he gloved right fist deep into Vince's unprotected body. His torso recoiled violently each time her punches crashed home. She hit him so hard that his body lifted off the mat with each blow. Propping him upright with her right glove, the muscle-bound girl struck Vince savagely five more times in his ribs. More of the man's ribs broke audibly as Sandi punished him with unbridled cruelty. Duke entered the ring and jumped Sandi from behind. He jumped on her broad back and wrapped his hands around her throat. Vince slumped to the mat as Sandi turned her attention to Duke. Tossing him off, Sandi punched Duke once in the face. He flew back ten feet and hit the mat. He was out cold with a broken jaw and nose. Returning to Vince, Sandi easily lifted him up and wrapped his arms over the top ropes. She then finished him off by punching him in the head ten times. Vince's features disappeared as the girl's muscle driven blows broke his facial bones. His jaw, cheek, and nose fragmented under her strength. Finally sated, the sadist quit. The pulverized man fell to the mat. Turning to the Sisters Of Strength, Sandi said: "That's how I treat a man in the ring! If he would have been in the other room, it would have lasted for hours. He lucked out!" The women all laughed at Sandi's joke and left the room. The remaining men followed behind meekly. Sandi, walking next to Doris, whispered: "Take your time with him Doris. Extend his pain! Make him, and all men pay for your hurt. Learn to feel the pleasure of man's pain! Control your muscles. Don't worry about fear and abuse for now. Concentrate on pain infliction for an extended period of time." Doris replied: "I try. I try hard. But, I hate them so much that I just lose control. I loved what you did to Vince. It was great! I just want to hurt them so bad that I lose it." Sandi put her arm around the younger woman's shoulder. "Let's take Darrin into my padded room. I'll stay in there with you. I won't interfere but, I'll try to slow you down." The girl nodded her assent. Walking past her padded room, Sandi grabbed Doris' victim Darrin and tossed him in. Doris followed and closed the door. Darrin, a six foot, two hundred pound macho-jock charged at Doris. The girl met him with a kick in his gut. Darrin dropped to the floor, stunned by the girl's power and speed. Before she could do anything else, Sandi yelled: "STOP! THINK!" Doris managed to hold back. Taking off her sweat suit, Doris revealed a compact body of dense muscularity. Her chest was heaving as adrenaline coursed through her body. "Count to three before you do anything! Get a grip on yourself, before you get a grip on him!" Doris smiled at Sandi's remark. Darrin, meanwhile, had regained his feet. Looking at the two muscle bound women, he began to look for a way out. Doris grabbed his hand and twisted savagely. She raised her other arm in preparation for a karate blow. He dropped to the mat in agony, not believing that such a small girl, strong as she looked, could hurt him so badly. "Keep that hold! Don't hit him yet! See how bad it hurts him? Work it!" Looking at Darrin's pain contorted face, Doris laughed. "I see it now, Sandi! Thanks." Doris did see it. For the next hour, the sadistic girl put Darrin in a series of holds that had him screaming in agony the whole time. The more he screamed, the better Doris felt. She bent him in ways that no man was meant to. Damaging one part of him, she quickly moved on to the next one. She finished him off with a bear hug that made Sandi proud. She held Darrin, virtually without air, for twenty minutes. She held him just at the point where his ribs were about to give way. The look of agony on his face was beyond description. Finally releasing him, Doris knocked him out with one punch. "God, that was wonderful! I never felt so good! Thanks Sandi!" Doris left the room, truly happy at last. Sandi thought to herself: "Four plus me is five. Four more next month makes nine. Soon, soon, all men will feel our power!" Even you!