Sandi And The Terrorist Part 1. By David Sullivan pkrmgr@lnett.com Sandi Stone puts her special skills to use for the Government. Note: This story contains explicit language and is very violent. If material of this nature concerns you; do not read any further. Thank you. Further note: Those of you that follow Sandi Stone may remember that I promised a different type of story then the others. It was going to be Sandi 15. Well, this is it. Updated a bit. Late, a lot. This is the story of how I saved thousands of people's lives. If I had to do it over again, I wouldn't. In late 1997 a retired Soviet Army General who had unsuccessfully run for President of Russia announced to the world that up to 100 suitcase tactical one half kiloton nuclear devices were unaccounted for. It caused a sensation for a few days and then faded from world view. The problem was that it was true. A German terrorist group, an outgrowth of the old Bader-Meinhof gang, claimed to have two of the suitcases and, unless certain conditions were met, they would be used on an unspecified target. The group supplied photographs of the devices with newspapers on them. The purpose of the newspapers were to verify the date of the photograph. Also, serial numbers were given. Included with the photos and serial numbers was a timetable. If their conditions were not met; kaboom. The threat was deemed to be real and covert forces from all over the world were tasked to the situation. Through sheer blind luck, an operative of the terrorist gang was apprehended. We were down to two weeks. The operative was not cooperating. He had to be broken. I read the file on our "guest". Vladimir "Vlad" Krushkin. Ex Russian Army Major. Spetsnatz; Soviet Special Forces. Born 2-4- 60, Vladivostok, USSR. 6'2", 230#. Hand to hand; expert, instructor. Small arms; expert. Explosives; expert. Languages; six. Speaks American English with colloquialisms. Tradecraft skills; expert. A very bad boy indeed. Wet his teeth in Afghanistan. More action in Chechnia. Became disillusioned. Went private. Known to have information regarding missing suitcase tactical nukes. DIA had further background about his private life. Seems to have a thing for carving up women. Several confirmed instances in Afghanistan. Rumor of more in Chech. No action taken by his superiors due to his effectiveness. That's how we got him. He was caught red handed, literally, in Toledo Ohio. There wasn't much left of the girl. The locals ran him through NCIC (National Crime Information Computer). Somebody smart had added all possible terrorist suspects to the NCIC. Krushkin had been added as a possible due to the nature of his disappearance from Russia and his marketable skills. He was red flagged and we got him. Afghan authorities wanted him for questioning also. Yeah, questioning. If they ever got him, bye bye Vlad. Not a big loss. Except that we needed the info first. I may as well let you know who I am. My name is Jerry Franklin. I'm an interrogator with the DIA. The Defense Intelligence Agency. Along with several others, I was assigned to the Krushkin case. Upper had decided that our standard techniques were not going to be effective (read, failing) in time to avoid a catastrophe. An "outside specialist" was going to be brought in as a last resort. I was slotted to be liaison. Outside specialist; that usually meant a Mossad "wet affairs" team member. Liaison always meant baby sitter. Great. I had to ride shepherd on one of Israel's famous "hard" men. We had Krushkin stashed in a secured area at a remote Air Force base in Southern Nevada. Far away from prying eyes. The "specialist" had requested that a special room be constructed. Twenty by twenty feet. Padded walls on three sides. One way mirror on the fourth. Mirror protected by Lexan panes with six inch dead space. Padded floor. Covered ceiling. Two remote color PTZ (Pan-Tilt-Zoom) cameras in ceiling. Two more hand operated cameras behind mirror. Sound pickups in walls and ceiling. Doors in the three padded walls. Large wall clock hung high on mirrored wall. Monitors, recording equipment, and viewing area behind mirror in a monitoring room. The room was ready 18 hours later. I went to meet the "specialist" the next morning. The blue Air Force executive jet taxied into the hanger. One person emerged. I was very surprised to see that it was a woman. Young, blonde, about 5'6", stocky. She was wearing a sweat suit. As she approached I noticed that she was quite pretty. "My name is Jerry Franklin." I said. "I'll show you around." She laughed. "So, you're my watchdog. I'm not quite what you expected though, am I?" I just smiled. "My name is Sandi. Sandi Stone. Did you get my room done?" I told her that we had. "I read his file on the plane. I don't want to waste time. I want to meet him as soon as possible." I told her that he was in the original interrogation room being questioned by two of our people. "Your orders are to give me a free hand in this matter. You or your people are not to interfere with me. I'm taking charge now. Is that clear?" What a fucking bitch, I thought. "He's all yours now." I said out loud. And it's your ass if you don't come through. I said to myself. She looked at me as though she could read my thoughts. Well, tough shit. We moved on to the interrogation room. Vlad was strapped legs, arms, and chest into a high backed chair under intense light. He was stripped to the waist, revealing his scarred, well muscled torso. Sandi dismissed the interrogators. I stayed. She walked around the chair slowly looking Vlad over. "So you're the big, bad, man that carves up women for kicks huh? These clowns (pointing at me) think I'm here to pry some other crap out of you. What I'm really here for (running her fingernail down his chest to his belt) is to play a little catch-up with you. What do you think about that, big man?" Vlad looked up at her with a smile. "Pretty tough talk, bitch. Especially seeing how I'm strapped down here!" Sandi ran her fingernail back up his chest. "About as tough as you are using a knife on innocent women." She pinched his nipple. "I'll show you how tough I am, Vlad baby. You and I are going to go one on one." Turning to me, she said: "Take him to the room in thirty minutes." We went into the hallway. "What the Hell are you doing?" I yelled. "We're after bombs, not revenge! And what are you? Nuts! He'll kill you if he gets half a chance." She looked at me coldly. "How did you ever get this job, anyway? You guys didn't get crap out of him by playing it straight. You should have changed tactics. I'm putting it on a personal basis. Him and me. Besides; you're not to interfere. Now, do as I say and don't question me again! Besides. If he does kill me, I'll be out of your way. But, I don't think that it'll happen." I hope the sonofabitch does kill her. I thought to myself. Thirty minutes later all was ready. Vlad was in the room. He was dressed in his prison jumpsuit. He was walking around wondering what was coming. The stress of his incarceration was beginning to show. He was used to being in charge. In control of the situation. He was now being controlled by others and did not like it one bit. He was beginning to unravel. But, not enough to talk. Sandi and I were in the monitoring room along with four technicians. "It's time to party." The girl said. She entered the room using the door furthest from Vlad. As she walked towards the bigger man he started talking. "I know what you're trying to do, bitch. You're not going to get anything from me. Now, leave me the fuck alone or you're going to get hurt." Without warning Sandi curled her left hand into a fist and drilled him low in his abdomen. I was stunned by the speed of her punch. He was stunned by the power of it. Vlad let out a "woomph" , his eyes rolled back in his head, and he dropped to the mat groaning. The man was in some real pain, of that there was no doubt! He lay there for a few minutes trying to regain his senses. He finally was able to get to his hands and knees with his head hanging down. Sandi got down on one knee next to him. "What the fuck did you hit me with bitch? No one does that to me and lives! You'll be sorry you ever let me out of that chair!" He gasped. The girl curled up her left fist under his face. "Just this, asshole!" She said in a calm voice. "Bullshit! No fucking girl can hit that hard! I'm going to fuck you up real bad cunt!" He screamed. As an answer, the girl left hooked him right over his heart. That punch couldn't have traveled six inches but, what a result! "Aaaiieee!! Oh shit!" Vlad wailed as his big body jumped up off the mat from the impact of the girl's blow. He landed on his back grasping at his chest with both hands. "You better learn some manners." Sandi spat. "Unhh.... Unhhh..... Auuggh.... Ooohhh" he moaned. His eyes were shut tight. He was in a lot of pain from her two punches. All of us in the monitoring room sat in stunned silence from what we had witnessed. We were all giving each other those little looks that spoke more than any words could. None of us had ever seen such a quick dominating display of pure power. Least of all by a girl. Sandi stood up looking at the mirrored wall and gave us a little grin while raising her left fist in the air. "That should prove that a `fucking bitch' can hit pretty hard" she said. A bolt of raw fear swept through me. I had called her that to myself not an hour before. Without thinking I hit the mike switch and said: "Those were his words, not mine!" The girl looked right at where I was sitting behind the mirror and laughed out loud. I sat in embarrassed silence. She looked down at the pain wracked man. Kicking him lightly to get his attention she snarled; "It is now 2:28 P.M. I'm going to return at exactly 3:15 to continue our little discussion." Not waiting to even see if what she said had registered with him, the girl turned on her heel and left the room. She came back to the monitoring room. She looked at me with the barest of smiles on her beautiful face. "That worked out according to plan." She said. "I hurt him some but, there's no real damage. 45 minutes will give him time to recover. By the time I go back in there he'll be real pissed. He knows that he's being watched. He's going to want to regain his male ego. I humiliated him in front of other men. He's going to want to get revenge. He'll forget the pain that I caused him. His emotions will override his reason. That's just what I want." I looked at her with renewed respect. "He's dangerous. Real dangerous. You took him by surprise. He'll be ready next time." She looked over at me with that same smile. "I'm dangerous. He won't be as ready as you think." She stated. "Look. I know I'm supposed to stay out of your way but, what's the plan?" She paused for a moment and then spoke very directly: "I'm going to work him over real hard. Punish him. Put him in some real pain. Make him suffer. Then after your medical people put him back together, I'll do it all over again...and again...and again. As long as it takes. All of this one on one. Him and me. No tools.. no chemicals... no interrogation techniques. His big male body against my female one. I'm going to tear him down. I'm going to smash his body, break his spirit, ruin his very soul. Then when he's totally broken; and I mean completely... utterly... unconditionally ruined. That's when we'll get the information that you need. He'll give it to us without reservation. 100% true. Of that there will be no doubt." The scary thing is that I believed her. I had seen her in action, although briefly. But, the way she said it in such a matter of fact way, with such certitude is what really got to me. Vlad was pacing back and forth getting madder by the second. He looked at the mirror occasionally. He was a pro. A pissed off pro but, still a pro. He knew he was being watched. At 3:15 on the dot, Sandi re-entered the room. "You're going to be sorry, cunt!" Vlad yelled, advancing on the girl. As an answer, Sandi took off her warmups and tossed them in the corner. "Oh my God! Look at her." whispered one of the camera operators. "She should have a fucking `S' on her chest!" The girl was now clad only in a tight pair of shorts and a flimsy cloth top with thin straps which bared her shoulders. The top fit very loosely and just barely covered her breasts. And what breasts! They sat big, high and firm on her chest. The effect was sexier than if she had been bare chested. But what was the most shocking were her muscles. She had the most powerful body that I had ever seen, man or woman. She didn't have bodybuilder for show muscles but, muscles built for unadulterated strength and power. She had the look of an unstoppable force. "My God! Look at all those muscles! What a pair of guns!" Breathed Fred, one of the technicians. Now I knew why she had been so certain of Vlads fate. Vlad saw it too. He stopped his advance in mid stride. His training kicked in. Sandi went from being a "cunt" to being a dangerous adversary. He assumed a fighting stance. Eyes deadly serious. Ready. Sandi did the same. It was a bizarre sight to say the least. Vlad 6'2" and 230. Sandi 5'6" and about 170 by the look of her. Circling, waiting for an advantage. Vlad lashed out with a side kick. Sandi blocked it with her forearms. Vlad then aimed a punch at her stomach. It landed flush on her abdomen with a thud. Her muscled stomach absorbed the blow with no effect. Vlad looked surprised for just an instant as his blow struck home. An instant was enough though. Sandi ripped a left of her own deep into his gut. His muscles weren't made of the same stuff as hers. "Uffffff." He cried as the girl's punch hit home. He staggered back, hurt by the girl. "You're not very tough without a knife in your hands, are you?" She sneered. Enraged, Vlad attacked her, faking a body punch then trying a chop from above. Sandi caught his arm, twisted and, muscles swelling massively, tossed him halfway across the room. He landed hard on the mat. Sandi stood her ground, not pressing her advantage. Vlad got to his feet. He wasn't nearly as cocky as before. He resumed his fighting stance, but he looked a lot more defensive than before. Sandi came at him, arms high. Seeing an opening, Vlad punched her gut twice, as hard as he could. The girl's muscles again proved superior as his blows thudded home ineffectually. Sandi laughed at him. "You've got to do better than that, honey!" He backed off with a look of concern now on his face. Sandi advanced. Vlad threw a straight twisting punch aimed at her face. Sandi sidestepped, pulled his arm forward and drilled her elbow into his back. "Aaaiiiee!" He screamed. Turning quickly, the Amazon punched him in the kidney with a vicious left. Yowling in agony Vlad dropped to his knees. "Little girl hurt the big, bad man?" Sandi walked around him and drove her thigh into his chest. The 230 pound terrorist flew back into the wall with a wail of raw pain and slumped to the floor. The girl bent down and whispered: "Take a break, baby. We've got all day to play!" She got up and calmly walked to the far side of the room. After about five minutes, Vlad managed to crawl up the padded wall to his feet. He turned slowly towards the center of the room. Sandi was on the far side. "Come on." She chided while giving him the time honored signal; arms bent at the elbows, palms up, fingers straight out, then curling back. Her huge biceps bulged with pure power. They were nineteen inches I found out later. Her big breasts pushed up arrogantly from her densely muscled chest. Her hard nipples clearly showed through the thin shirt. "You wanted a piece of me. Come and get it!" Vlad stayed stock still. "Well... well... Having a change of heart, sweetie? Or are you afraid?" She slowly began to slowly walk toward him. Her massive thighs flexing awesomely with each step. "Afraid of a girl?" Sandi's bare, thickly corded, washboard stomach completed the picture of raw female muscular strength. "Afraid of a girl with muscles strong enough to rip you apart?" Vlad, bent over from her earlier assault and obviously in a great deal of pain, edged back away from the now smiling girls slow advance. He had a look of pure fear on his face as he saw her muscle-bound physique advancing toward him. "Where do you think your going, baby boy! I'm not done with you yet. Why don't you try to fight me like a MAN." Vlad looked around futilely for escape, or help, or something, or anything to keep the Amazon away. Of course, there was none. "You wimpy men are all the same when you come up against a real woman, aren't you? You all try to get away. You all look for some place to hide from my big muscles. Well, there isn't anyplace to hide here. I'm going to catch you and then I'm going to smash you some more with nothing except my muscles and my fists!" The now terrified man kept backing away. Finally cornering her larger opponent (actually, by now, prey would be a better term), Sandi again chided the man with more humiliating verbal abuse. "OK little sissy boy, the big mean girls got you now! Let's see if you are any kind of man at all!" The muscular Amazon then unleashed a devastating right handed blow deep into the mans abdomen. He cried out an "Uuuuummmppphhh" of agonizing pain and bent over. Sandi then ripped a powerful left uppercut into his chest. The strength of the girls blow straightened Vlad's big body up and slammed him into the padding of the wall. "Eeeooo... Aaauuugghhh" he wailed as he bounced off the wall right into another pile driver delivered by the man-beater. "Nnnnooooo.. Nnnoooo..." Vlad whimpered as the big chested girls right fist tore into his ribcage. He flew back against the pads. Sandi moved in, ripping a left into his side. "Yeeeiiii" A driving right to his gut. "Uuuuummmmppphh" A crushing left over his heart. "Ooohh Godddd" Sandi's monster, horseshoe shaped triceps drove her fists home with unrelenting fury. A pounding right to his ribs. "Uuugggg" A sledgehammer left to his solar plexus. "Urrrggghh" Then she stopped. Vlad fell to the floor in a broken heap. He held his battered torso and rolled on the mat. "Aaaa... Aaaaa... Ooooo" He moaned weakly from the punishment that the girl had inflicted upon him. The young Amazon stood over the body of her victim with a smile of satisfaction on her gorgeous face. Every massive muscle of her body was spectacularly pumped up from their exertions. "I love the sound of a man suffering! It's music to my ears. You cry really well. I'm going to love hearing a lot more from you!" She reached down and picked up the broken man. Her biceps literally exploded with power. "Look at those arms! Look at those arms!" Said Fred the technician in an awed voice. "No more, please." Begged Vlad . "I can't take any more. You're killing me!" Ignoring his pleas, Sandi hammered him in the side with her iron fist. The brutal muscle girls steel triceps exploded hugely with power as they drove her fist deep into Vlads thickly muscled ribcage. His entire body shuddered from the impact. "Uurrrgghhhh!..... Eeeiiiii.... Jeeezzzz!" He screamed as Sandi's blow thundered home. The mans hard muscles offered no protection at all from the strength of the girl. Vlad staggered two steps and then fell to the mat moaning. "You Spetz pricks are all the same! You can dish it out but, you can't take it for shit!" Sandi reached down and curled him to his unresponding feet. Her massive biceps, lats and thighs flexed with raw power as she tossed him like a 230 pound rag doll against the padded wall. Before he could fall, Sandi drilled him in the gut with another devastating punch. Vlad slid to the floor, barely conscious, whimpering piteously. Sandi stood over him curling and uncurling her fists. "See baby, you took some more and you're not dead....yet!" The battered man laid moaning at the feet of the sadistic Amazon. Sandi turned toward the mirrored wall. "Take him to the clinic and fix him up. Rehydrate him. Set any fractures. Do whatever. But, NO pain relief of any kind. The object of this exercise is pain. I want him to hurt and hurt bad. Bring him back here tomorrow at 2:00 P.M. I want him dressed in shorts and nothing else. I like to see the results of my work! Now take this piece of shit out of my sight." It was a vision that I'll never forget. She stood there like a blonde avenger. Her muscles of stone pumped to enormous proportions. Her beautiful breasts heaving. The battered man beneath her writhing in agony. I left the room and went to communications. I got hold of upper and complained about Sandi and her methods. I was told, in very direct terms, to butt out and cooperate totally with the girl. frustrated and angry, I spent the rest of the day in my room. Four guards brought Vlad the next day at 2:00 in the afternoon. They half carried him into the room. The terrorist struggled against them, screaming and cursing. He was dressed as Sandi had ordered, in a pair of shorts and nothing else. His entire torso was covered with grotesquely colored bruises. Evidence of the punishment that Sandi had inflicted upon him the day before with her hammering fists. The guards pushed him into the room and closed the door. He looked scared to me. I know that I would have been if I was in his shoes. Sandi was with us in the monitoring room observing the proceedings. The Amazon was standing at the mirror, her eyes intently peering at the way Vlad was acting. She was dressed as the day before. Shorts and a loosely fitting thin top. Fred could not keep his eyes off of her heavily muscled body. She turned and saw Fred staring at her. "Like what you see, sweetie?" She teased the poor man. Fred blushed a deep red. Chuckling, Sandi left the room to go to 'work'. She patted Fred on the cheek on her way out. Sandi entered the room and walked towards Vlad. "Hi baby! Ready for round two?" Vlad looked like he was going to piss his pants when he saw the brutal girl but, to his credit, he got into a fighting stance. He might go down. But, he was going to go down swinging. I could tell that he was hurting by the way he moved. Sandi approached and Vlad fired a swinging kick with his right leg which rammed into her left side. Unfazed by the kick, Sandi caught his leg with her left arm and drove her elbow viciously down on his thigh. Vlad screamed in pain. His left leg gave way and he fell to the mat. Sandi kept her hold on his right leg. She twisted his leg wickedly. This elicited another wail out of the man. To ease the pain, Vlad turned over on his stomach. The muscle girl let go of his leg and put her right leg in the center of his back. Bending down, she grabbed his arms and lifted. She had him helpless in a surfboard after only thirty seconds. "I'm not one of your girls that you can slice up for your pleasure." She said in a matter of fact voice while powering the hold. Vlad cried in pain as Sandi punished him. "I'm the girl that tears up men for her pleasure! Like this!" She said while increasing the pressure. "Ohhh Goddd! You're killing me!" Vlad cried. "Not yet!" She snapped. "Maybe later!" With that, the barrel chested girl really poured it on. Her thigh, arms and chest muscles looked like they were going to rip through her skin as they swelled enormously. Vlad screamed incoherently as the debilitating pain permeated his being. Fred was next to me in the monitoring room. I could hear him breathing heavily. I glanced over. His forehead was wet with perspiration. His eyes were glued to her muscled body. Vlad's shoulder ligaments tore with an audible snapping sound that sent a shiver through me. He went limp as his system overloaded and he lost consciousness. Sandi dropped his arms. She bent down and felt his shoulders. She prodded and moved them around, checking to see how much damage was done. Satisfied, she stood up and joined us in the monitoring room. "He'll be out for a while. May as well have lunch." She said matter of factly. "How much more of this is it going to take?" I asked in a harsh tone. Terrorist or not, the brutality was getting to me. Sandi gave me a withering look. "Look Jer..ry! I told you that I was brought in to do this my way. You guys couldn't get shit out of him. You've been on my case since I got here. You're starting to piss me off. Now, you really don't want me pissed me off at you, do you?" A bolt of raw fear lanced through me. "I was just asking." I mumbled. "Well, just keep out of it!" She said in a low voice. I got her meaning. Loud and clear. "Let's get some lunch Freddy!" She said in a lighthearted voice. Fred almost jumped out of his skin. "Sss... Sure!" He said. "We're going to the canteen. Give me a call when Vladdy wakes up from his nap." Sandi said, directly to me. Taking Fred's hand, she left. About half an hour later we heard Vlad moaning. He was starting to come around. I called the canteen to let Sandi know that her victim was waking up. She showed about five minutes later, Fred following her like a little puppy. "Thanks for lunch. You're a nice guy." She said, giving him a peck on the cheek. Fred put his hand on the great ball of muscle that was her shoulder. "Unlike someone else I know." She said, looking at me. She left us and went to visit Vlad once again. "Got a thing for girls with muscles?" I asked Fred. "You better be careful, Jerry. She doesn't like you much." He replied. "That's just tough shit." I snapped. I was ticked off at the way she made me fear her earlier. Sandi entered the room and walked directly to Vlad. Bending down, she slapped him across the cheek twice to bring him around more fully. The man's head snapped back and forth from the force of just being slapped by the girl. He was whimpering quietly from the intense pain. Sandi lifted him easily and draped the 230 pound man over her shoulder. She deposited him in a corner of the room. He cried out as she dropped his big body. She propped him up into a sitting position. His arms hung loosely at his sides. "How's it feel to be totally helpless, prick?" Sandi drove her right fist into his chest, directly over his heart. Vlad screamed like a banshee. "Just like all those women that you carved up." She ripped a left deep into his ribs. Another squeal of agony from the Russian. "Now it's a girls turn to punish you." Another driving blow to his ribs. Another yowl of terror from the man. "I don't need a knife though." The girl slammed her fist again into his bruised torso. His cry was weaker than before. "Just my muscles." Sandi sent her battering-ram fist directly into his ruined shoulder. Vlad shuddered from the concussion of her blow and the renewed agony. "Kill me." He begged. "Kill me. I can't take any more. Kill me." Sandi laughed. "You were bitching that I was killing you before. Now you're begging me to do it. I wish that you would make up your mind!" Rising from the broken man, Sandi addressed us. "Take him away. Same deal as before. NO pain relief." Looking down at Vlad, she said: "Bring him back here in two days. For a change of pace, let's make it 3:00 o'clock." She turned and walked away. Vlad sat and cried. The girl reviewed the tapes of her encounters with Vlad for the rest of the day with Fred and myself present. She took lots of notes and replayed several sections of the tape. Fred sat next to her. At one point, Sandi reached over, grabbed Fred's hand and put it on her thigh. I heard him exhale in excitement as his hand felt her massively muscled limb. Sandi tensed her thigh, causing the muscle to grow even harder and more defined. He groaned in ecstasy. I got up to leave. "Stay here Jerry. There's work to do." She said in a menacing voice. I sat. As we watched the tape of Sandi slaughtering Vlad, she guided Fred's willing hand on a tour of her muscled thigh. He bent over and kissed her shoulder. Sandi let go of his hand and flexed her arm. The muscles bunched and tensed into a mountain of pure power. Fred's mouth shot over to it and he kissed her mighty arm. "Uuummmm!" She cooed. "That feels nice!" She looked over at me. "See Jerry. When a man appreciates me, I can be real nice. When a man doesn't appreciate me....... I'm not so nice." We stayed there for another hour, ostentatiously working. In reality, she was rubbing my nose in it, using Fred. He did not seem to mind. Finally, she stood up, grabbed Freds hand and said: "Let's go to my room and review my notes. I might need your input and expertise." Yeah, input. I thought. As her schedule decreed there was nothing to do for the next couple of days, there was some free time. The secure area of the base really did not have much in the way of amenities though. The next morning, Sandi wanted to tour the base and I, for one, was not going to stop her. We met in the cafeteria at ten A.M. She was dressed in a sweat suit and sneakers. Her hair was in a ponytail. She looked like a coed on vacation. Not like a vicious man-beater, I thought. According to DIA protocol; a liaison officer (me) had to accompany any non DIA employee (Sandi) currently involved in a classified operation, when such person egressed from DIA controlled areas (the secure zone). I arranged for a Hummer but, she wanted to walk. We walked. We didn't talk too much on our tour. I didn't really like her much for the way she took over, amongst other things, and she knew it. The base was not really much of a thrill either. Standard stuff mostly. Control tower, runways, hangars and maintenance sheds, and offices made up most of the area. She was uninterested in any of these, which was fine with me. There were several highly top secret projects going on in some of the hangars. I did not want a confrontation with the Air Force over who could go where. And I really didn't want one with her. The rest of the base consisted of housing, laundry, PX (store), Clubs (Officer, NCO, and Enlisted in decreasing order of luxury.), medical facilities, theater, and gym. There was no school for dependents (family members) as there were no dependents at this facility. "What a piece of shit place this is." She complained. I was hot and tired from two hours of walking in the hot Nevada sun and snapped: "What do you expect? The Ritz." She looked at me out of the corner of her eye but, said nothing. I could feel something though. She was pissed. "Let's go to the gym." She snapped. Not wanting to anger her further, I said nothing and started walking to the gym. The "gym" consisted of free weights, body bag, speed bag, and a boxing ring. That was it. There were about a dozen men working out. No women. Sandi entered and looked around. Spotting the free weights, Sandi walked towards them. "I may as well pump a little iron while we're here." She said starting to take off the top of her sweat suit. Before she could get it half unzipped: "Hey, sweetie!" Yelled one of the men. "This is a gym. Not one of those fancy fitness centers. If you want to do some aerobics, use the boxing ring. We use real weights here. Not those two pound pastel paperweights that you girls use." Sandi got a very serious look on her face. The rest of the men cracked up. "Tell her Howard!" Yelled one of the men. They thought it was funny as hell. All I could think was, Oh shit! Which was pretty much accurate as it turned out. A whole bunch of shit was about to happen. Sandi turned to face the man that had razzed her. It was, according to the report that the base police furnished us later, Howard Williams, a 260 pound man mountain. An Airman that kept being transferred from base to base. It seemed that he kept getting into trouble wherever he went. They could never court martial him because nobody would ever testify against him. So, the Air Force just played pass the trash and he ended up in the middle of the desert. He was single for the sole reason that, understandably, no woman could stand his piggish ways. Howard was sitting at a weight bench getting ready to press the bar above. Each end of the bar held four, forty-five pound plates. A total of 360 pounds plus bar. Sandi looked at Howard, then the weights. "Not bad for a lard ass piece of crap!" She said in her sweetest voice. "Is there anybody here that can lift some real weight?" Howard's face turned beet red. "Real weight? What the fuck do you mean? That's 400 pounds on that bar." Sandi smiled and said: "360. What are you? Stupid? As well as ugly?" The other men started to laugh. Howard was kind of stupid. And really ugly. "Shut the fuck up!" He yelled. They did. Remembering that as well as being ugly and stupid, he was as mean as a mule. Howard got into position and did a set of five reps. He barely made the last one. "What do you think of that, girlie?" He yelled. "I already told you." She replied. "Not bad for a lard ass." It looked like he was going to blow a gasket. "And I suppose that you can lift that much?" He screamed. "Sandi walked over and made a show of inspecting the bar. "No. I don't lift that amount." Unscrewing the retainer rings on each end of the bar, Sandi calmly added two more plates to each side of the bar and replaced the retainers. There was now 540 pounds on the bar. She made another production of inspecting the bar. "See if you can lift that, big guy. Let's see how much of a man you really are. You are a man, aren't you?" Howard almost went ballistic. Who was this.. this.. girl to humiliate him. He wanted to lash out. Lash out and hit something like he had done all his life. But, his friends, as much as they were his friends, were watching. Rage overriding reason, (not much of a contest), he went back to the bench. Straining with all his might, the big man was unable to budge the bar. He fought and pushed for all he was worth but, the weight defeated him. The bar stayed firmly on the supports. He was, after all, an Airman. Not a professional football player or weightlifter. He did not have the time, or the dedication, to build up that much power. He relied on his natural brutish strength. Screaming in anger and frustration, Howard got off the bench. "Shit! Goddamn it!" He railed. "Get a grip, big boy!" Sandi smiled sweetly. "Nobody here thinks that you're less of a man because you can't lift for shit. How could we think any less of you than we do already?" Howard might be stupid but, he wasn't a total idiot. He knew when someone was giving him a shot. "You bitch! I oughtta kick your ass! There's not a man on this base that can lift that much!" Still smiling Sandi replied. "You're absolutely right. There isn't a man anywhere near here that could lift that." Sandi then laid on the bench and calmly pressed the weight straight up. Again. And again. A total of ten times. Seemingly without effort. The last one as rock solid as the first. "She got off the bench and walked over to the amazed Howard. "I told you I don't lift 360. 360's too light." Walking away, Sandi turned her head and said: "By the way, I'll send you some pastel dumbbells. I think they're more your style." Already pissed off, then humiliated. Howard lost it. "I'll kill you, you fucking bitch. You better leave. I'll kick your ass if you don't!" Sandi stopped in midstride. She turned and strode right back to him. "You'll what! You're not man enough to kick your own ass! How could you kick mine!" The apoplectic man swung wildly at Sandi's head. She bounced back as his ham hock fist went in front of her face. "Jesus! You're not only ugly and stupid. Not to mention weak. You're slow too!" Howard went berserk. He tried to hit, kick, gouge, spit and head butt her. Sandi evaded everything he tried, laughing all the while. He finally ran out of gas. He stood there gasping for air. "My turn!" Sandi said gaily. She stripped off the top of her sweat suit revealing her awesomely muscled torso and those ungodly arms that had just benchpressed 540 pounds ten times. Clad now in sweatpants, sportsbra and sneakers, the ponytailed muscle girl launched into Howard. She fired a round from one of her nineteen inch cannons which caught the big man in the gut. He stepped back shocked at her power. A shot to his chest drove him back. Another to his side sent him back two more steps. One more to his gut and he retreated some more. He grunted in pain from each punch that she threw. Sandi was too fast, too good, and far too strong for the bulky man. She was directing him to the boxing ring with her punches. His back hit the side of the ring. Sandi grabbed his balls. "Get in there or I'll crush `em like grapes." She lifted her hand up and Howard got the message. He clumsily climbed into the ring. Letting go of his jewels, Sandi jumped up, then vaulted over the ropes. Howard unsteadily got to his feet. Sandi then proceeded to conduct a boxing clinic on the big man. Jabs, uppercuts, crosses, she used them all. Howard had no defense against the muscular girls skill and power. He begged her to stop. She ripped a left into his guts. He cried in pain. Sandi uppercut his chin sending him into the ropes. He pleaded for mercy. She hooked a tremendous left to his ribs. He started crying as her punches rained in on him. She laughed in glee. The young Amazon tore him up for ten long minutes. Never tiring, never stopping. Two horrendous body blows made him cough up blood. Then she quit. He was obviously in terrible pain. His face was bloody and disfigured. More blood dripped from his mouth onto the mat. He was bent over from her awesome body blows. Muscular and dominant, she looked at him with a smile on her face. Sandi had beaten the big man ruthlessly with her pounding fists. "I guess there is something to do here, after all!" Sandi called to me. She had measured her blows as to inflict the maximum amount of punishment that Howard could take without knocking him out. He was leaning against the ropes, barely able to stand. Striding up to the beaten man the muscle girl pushed her big bust against his battered body. "You better stick to fighting men, baby boy. You're not ready to take on a girl like me yet! I was just playing with you before. Now you're going to find out how hard I can hit when I want to!" Howard started to shake in fear. "No! Don't. You win! Please don't hurt me anymore!" Laughing at his weakness and stepping back, Sandi ripped a tremendous left into Howard's gut. The air whooshed out of him and the 260 lb. man began to collapse. Before he could hit the canvas, the brutal girl smashed her powerhouse right fist into the side of his head. He was out cold before he hit the mat. Sandi then walked over to the side of the ring where the dozen or so weightlifters who had watched the destruction of Howard were. She slowly flexed her arms in front of them. "Are any of you other big, bad superstuds man enough to take me on?" She chided as her massively muscled arms exploded into huge balls of raw power. "Come on boys, you're not afraid little ole me, are you?" The young Amazon pushed out her big chest and tightened her flex even more. Her already huge arm muscles seemed to grow even more while taking on definition that defied description. "I tell you what. I'll take on two of you at once. You go barefisted while I put on the gloves. How about it?" The men stood silent and unwilling to look at Sandi's face. "No takers? OK. Three of you." The men shuffled around on their feet looking down. "Last offer. Four of you. Four big, mean he-men against one girl." The men all started backing away in shame as if on cue. "What a bunch of wimps!" She laughed. "Keep working out though. Maybe one day one of you will work up the guts to try and be a man." Sandi left the ring and walked to the door. I followed her, my mind awash in conflicting emotions. We walked in silence back to the secured area. She went to her room and I followed. I couldn't stand it anymore and lit into her. "You baited him into that fight! You purposely humiliated him in front of his friends. He didn't have a choice except to fight you to save his honor!" "His honor! Fuck his honor. He's a jerk! He started it, you know." "He had no idea what he was getting into. He thought that it was just going to be a fight. He..." "Yeah! A fight with a girl five inches shorter and ninety pounds lighter than him." "But you knew. You knew that he never had a chance. He's just a man. No mere man can hope to stand up to your muscles. I've seen you in action with Vlad. You threw him all over the room using nothing but your big muscles. Then you beat him to a pulp without raising a sweat. And Vlad is a trained terrorist killer. " "So what! That's what you guys hired me for. To break Vlad and get your precious information from him." "But what about Howard? Why slaughter him. He didn't do anything." "I am what I am. And what I am is a man beater. I do it for money and I do it for fun! Howard's a big arrogant male prick. I love to find men like him and hurt them. Really hurt them. The more I hurt them, the more I like it. I could have knocked him out in thirty seconds if I wanted to. But that's no fun for me! I get off by inflicting punishment on men. I love to use my muscles on men. It turns me on. Matching a mans muscles against mine. Seeing who can take the most punishment. He looked like he could take a lot. But, as usual, once I started in on him he folded up like a wet dishrag. Just like all those macho assholes do! That pissed me off so I decided to work him over a little." "A little! He'll be in the hospital for a week. You could have killed him. What about after the match. You humiliated the rest of them. Why?" "I wanted to let them know that they're not immune. I wanted them to fear my strength. I love the look of fear on men's faces. There were a dozen of them and they were all scared shitless. They all knew that I could tear them apart with my muscles. One at a time or all of them together. All those big macho men afraid of a girls muscles. ..... My muscles. .......These muscles." Sandi flexed her huge arms right in front of me. My hands involuntarily reached up and felt them. "Oh my God!" I whispered as I felt the mighty girls immense biceps. "Your muscles are as hard as steel. Harder! And so big. God, so big." The Amazon then tightened her flex as she had done in the ring earlier. Her mountainous biceps got harder still! "Oh Lord!" I cried. "Think of what I did to Vlad with these muscles Jerry. How easily I lifted him and tossed him around. How I beat him. How I crushed him against me." She whispered. "And to Howard. How I effortlessly tore him up. Think of how these muscles drove my fists into him and battered him into submission. Think of how those men cried and begged me to stop the pain. The pain that these muscles caused. And now you and I are here. No one else. Just you...... and me..... and my muscles!" I was moaning in awe and fear, more than fear; terror, of her muscles. My legs gave out and I slipped to my knees in front of her. But, my hands never left her arms. Her mankiller arms. My head was against her corrugated stomach. It was just as hard as her arms! "Now, think of what these muscles could do to you Jerry!" A new lance of raw unadulterated fear shot through me. "No, Sandi. No" I sobbed. "Think of how much it would hurt if I punched you like I did Howard. Think of how much damage I could do to your body with my fists." I started crying out loud. "Please Sandi, please! Don't hurt me!" She laughed at my weakness and fear of her. She continued to torment me. "What if I wrapped my nineteen inch arms around you and crushed you against me. Think of my biceps and pectorals slowly mangling you. Do you think that your puny male chest could stand up to the awful, unrelenting, crushing pressure of my big muscles and breasts? You've seen the pain, the terrible pain that my muscles have caused others. Now think of the pain they can cause you!" My hands finally slipped off of her muscle-bound arms and slid down her ridged, iron back finally wrapped themselves around her waist. I cried like a baby with my face buried against her granite stomach. The Amazon reached down with her left hand, grabbed a handful of hair, and roughly pulled my head back. Sandi's big breasts pushed out high and proud from her heavily muscled chest in a clear display of her supremacy over me. The man-beaters steel belted stomach was wet from my tears. Her incredibly striated left shoulder and arm bulged hugely with unbridled power. My right hand had dropped onto her thigh when she tore my head back. Sandi's massively muscled thigh felt like it was made of titanium. The brutal girl looked down at my tear stained face with a slight smile on her innocent looking face as I shook below her in fright. "Tell me Jerry. Have you ever been so afraid before? Have you ever felt fear like this before?" I was so paralyzed in fright that I was unable to speak. Sandi pulled my head back harder. "Tell me, Jerry! Tell me now!" I tried to speak but, my larynx was frozen in terror. I could only gasp out unintelligible gibberish as I looked up at the muscle-bound girl. "You better get a voice baby. And soon!" She snarled as she flexed her huge right arm. "No... no." I was finally able to mutter. "I'm scared, so scared of you! I've never been so afraid in my life!" And it was true. Nothing or no one had ever even come close to scaring me as much as this sadistic, muscular young woman did. "What scares you, Jerry? How come you're so afraid of me, big man? I'm just a little girl after all." She loved verbally torturing me. Sandi was playing with me like a feline huntress does with its prey. I knew it but, I was so scared of her that it didn't matter. "It's your muscles that scare me. I'm afraid of your muscles." I whimpered. "Why?" She whispered cruelly. "Tell me why, exactly why. In detail!" She was unrelenting in her demeaning of me. "They're so big. Your muscles are so big and hard. I've seen what you can do with them. How you tear men apart using nothing but your big bulging muscles. You could kill me with your muscles and there's nothing I could do to stop you." She smiled down at me. "There are lots of men with big muscle too. Don't they scare you?" I quivered in dread below her. "Not like yours do. No man has muscles like yours. Not like the power you have." She brought her face down just inches from mine. "Last chance, Jerry. Tell me exactly why my muscles scare you!" I started sobbing uncontrollably, my masculine ego totally dissolved. "It's because you're a girl. No girls muscles are supposed to be so strong, so big, so hard. Yours are! No man has a chance against you!" Sandi laughed out loud. "Finally! The truth. It's not just the muscles. It's because they're female muscles. That's what I like. Men afraid of my big bad female muscles and what they can do! Look at you! On your knees, crying, scared out of your mind. Afraid of a girl. Why? Because of my female muscles and the terrible pain that they inflict on men bodies." Sandi bent down on one knee in front of me, still holding my hair painfully captive in her left hand. She then slowly flexed her right arm. The enormous biceps and triceps muscles of the young girl's nineteen inch arm grew huge and hard not half a foot from my fright filled face. "Female muscle Jerry. Feel it... Feel it NOW!" Once again, I put my hands on her arm. This time both hands on one arm. I watched my hands roam over her massive arm. "So hard.. so hard. I've never felt anything so hard!" I breathed. I saw her big bust rising and falling with her breathing out of the corner of my eye. Those large beautiful breasts riding atop her armor plated chest once more reinforcing her feminine superiority. "And strong." She said. "Stronger than you can imagine. What you've seen me do before is nothing. I wasn't even using half of my strength when I destroyed those men. I've got plenty more power than that. Lots more!" I believed her without reservation. I could sense some of the frightening strength of her arm. The huge size, the unbelievable hardness, the awesome definition. Tears began to fall from my eyes again as the magnitude of the barrel chested girls physical strength and superiority over me penetrated my very soul. "Feeling a bit inadequate, are we?" She whispered cruelly. "Well you should. Because you are inadequate! Just like all men are. Now kiss my arm. Use your mouth to worship my muscles, muscles that you can never hope to have." I was beyond fear, beyond terror. I was in mortal dread of the mighty girls tremendous muscles. She let go of my hair and my mouth shot to her gigantic bicep. "Fred kisses my muscles because he likes them. You're going to because you fear them! As well you should." Tears gushed out of my eyes as I kissed and sucked on Sandi's mountainous arm muscles in my complete and utter subjugation to the powerful girls overwhelming strength. "That's a good little boy." Sandi said in a perverse parody of a mother talking to an infant. "Keep being a good little suckling for a long ....long .... time and maybe Sandi won't punish. You don't want Sandi to punish her little baby man, do you?" She was relentless in her debasement of me. But, I was in so much fear of the Amazon that nothing mattered except pleasing her so that she wouldn't turn those huge muscles loose on me. "No no no. Please don't punish me Sandi. Please don't!" I begged pitifully. I worshipped her arm muscles like my life depended on it. Kissing, caressing, sucking on the granite boulder of muscle that was her arm for all I was worth. The cruel girl made me keep going for a full hour. The entire time on just her right arm. She never quit her verbal abuse. Finally satisfied with my absolute humiliation, she pulled my head back by the hair and threw me to the ground like a piece of rubbish and stood up. I was totally empty, drained of all self respect, ego and feeling. Barren. I thought that nothing could be worse than what I had just gone through. I was terribly wrong. While I lay at her feet, Sandi said something that sent me to the very depths of hell. She told me that Vlad was now ready and that she would get the information that we needed at the next days session with him in the room. But, she would make sure that only she would hear it. Then came the horror. She would only release the information to us after I spent a session in the room with her. The room of pain. The room where Sandi had transformed Vlad from a killer to a babbling coward. The room where the girl that had slaughtered Howard and humbled a dozen male bodybuilders was going to meet me. An explosion of raw undiluted fear such as I had never felt cascaded through me. Worse even than the terror that she had caused me earlier. Much worse. For there was a horrendous decision for me to make. Either thousands of people would die or I would have to voluntarily subject myself to the terrible muscles of Sandi Stone; alone, in a room with no escape. I stumbled to my room in a daze and collapsed. I laid on the floor for the rest of the night; unmoving. Thinking about her muscles. End of Part 1.