The Softer Side of Sandi Stone By uplifted Nothing could change the mighty women, but could love modify her a bit? As with many of us who enjoy the idea of a powerful woman, I love many of the stories about the amazing amazon, Sandi Stone. The only thing that brings me up short, is her extreme sadism. For those of you who enjoy this aspect of her personality, I say more power to you. As for me, I find that I am a bit too squeamish for her extremism. I therefore wrote this little tale modifying her just a bit. I would encourage anyone to write to me, whether or not you find this little story engaging. "Shit, piss, fuck, " she bellowed angrily, coughing and spitting into her Kleenex. "Fucken cold is driving me up a wall". The hacking cough had sidelined her for three weeks now, and for a women of her athleticism and high energy, this inactivity was more then she could stand. "Damn it" she exclaimed angrily, "I haven't kicked the shit out of a man for well unto three weeks now." Her mighty fist shot out suddenly, punching a gaping hole into the poor inoffensive wall. "Shit", she exclaimed, "if I keep this up it will cost me a fortune in repairs." She stared around her living room at the other holes punched into the wall. Her bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom had not escaped unscathed. Some of her tension assuaged, she sat down in her easy chair, and waited for her dinner to arrive. Normally she was very careful with her diet. Fruits, vegetables, low fat meats and chicken, were her usual fare. But now, she was just too miserable to cook, or go shopping. She looked distastefully at the pizza boxes littering her living room. In the past, she would allow herself a slice of pizza on very rare occasions. Eating it for six days in a row was not her idea of fine dinning, but there was method to her madness. Domino's delivered, and it was her hope to capture the delivery boy, just to hone her brutal talents. "Fucken feminist equality crap" she thought. Every delivery boy had been a delivery girl. She would never hurt a fellow woman, but a man she thought, wetting her lips in anticipation, was another thing altogether. And so she tried to sit patiently, awaiting the hoped for delivery boy. "Bring, brrring, rang her front door. "Who is it", she called in her softest most feminine voice. "Pizza here miss", came the low pitched sound of a male voice. Breathing deeply, she glanced at the ceiling whispering, "thank you, oh thank you." She felt the blood rushing through her veins. Her mighty arms and murderous legs closed together, as if to stifle the premature orgasm threatening to overwhelm her. "Simmer down girl", she told herself. "The evening is young yet." "Just a sec" she called out in that same pretty little girls voice. Walking to the door, she could hardly contain her emotions. Slowly she opened her front door. The fact that she had nothing on except the bottom half of a very tiny bikini, made no difference to one who was used to exhibiting herself in the ring, sometimes completely naked. Reaching her hand out from behind the barely opened door, she watched him remove the pizza box from its heated container. As he started to hand it to her, she reached over the extended box, seized the poor man by his neck, and lifting him completely off of the floor, snatched him inside and slammed the door shut. He was completely taken aback, as the box of pizza fell from his hands, littering the floor in front of her. He was quite a bit taller then she was, making it necessary for her to stretch her arm overhead, so that the large man would be dangling inches from the floor. Gasping, he let his eyes wander down to her astounding bicep, imagining that it was bigger then his head. He noted in horror, that his considerable weight, didn't even cause her upper arm to flex. In his heart he knew who it was, and he shook with the knowledge of it. Unwilling to confirm his suspicions, his eyes, as if they had a mind of themselves, wandered down and to her face. "Oh God, Sandi Stone", he cried out as well as his throttled throat was able. "No God please" he thought, "let it be a dream. Let me wake up in bed,!" "So my little pizza boy, you know of me"? she asked. Have you seen me wrestle"? "Oh I don't think that I have ever missed a match of yours Miss Sandi", he answered, his partially strangled voice shaking in awe of the mighty amazon. "Well well," she laughed, "A fan. "So what can I do for my little fan? Let me see" she pondered, smiling that frightening smile, that he had seen so often, preceding a man's destruction. "I know", she exclaimed, her face lighting up in girlish wonder. "How would you like my autograph"? "Oh yes please" he cried out, hopeful at the turn of events. He had seen her in action many times, and never failed to thrill, as well as cringe at her destruction of a man. "Nothing would make me happier then your autograph Miss Sandi", he squeaked. "Let's see", she said, walking over to an alcove just off of the living room, the poor pizza boy, dangling from her hand, his feet swinging back and forth. The alcove was used for a dining room. In its center, stood a dining room table, containing a wicker basket, filled to the brim with writing implements. Empty pizza boxes covered one half of the table. "Pencil, pencil, pencil" she said, lifting the writing implements and discarding each one almost immediately. "Pen, pen, pen" she continued, discarding them just as quickly. "Aha" just the thing she cried out, showing him a thick black felted magic marker. "Now let's see, paper, paper, paper, "she said, glancing around the room. With mock sadness she sighed, "no paper, what ever do you think we should do my darling little pizza boy?" Before he could even think of answering, she cried out triumphantly, "Oh I know, your gonna love this", and she ripped his shirt completely off of his back. He whimpered in dread of the fearsome amazon, but otherwise said not a word. Having seen her in action, he knew that she fed off of a man's fear, so that the better part of valor was silence. "So now my little friend" she said, writing in large block letters upon his chest, her tongue wandering to the corner of her mouth like a child trying to write her A, B, Cs. "To my dear fan" she recited as she wrote. "What's your name baby?", she stopped to ask. "W, W, W, Wayne maam, he stuttered. W, W, W, Wayne she wrote exactly as he had recited it, mocking his frightened stammer. "Do you like star trek"? she asked. "Yes Miss Sandi" he answered in a scarcely audible whisper. "Goodie" she said delightedly. "Live long and prosper" she called out as she wrote. Poor Wayne understood the irony of the joke all too well. He didn't know how well he would prosper, nor even if he would escape in one piece from the fearsome woman. "Tsk, tsk", she said clicking her tongue. "No more room on the paper. What do you think W, W, W, Wayne she asked, chuckling over her cruel imitation of his fear. "There's always the other side of the paper huh W. W. W. Wayne" and with a slight movement of her fingers, she turned the terrified gasping man completely around, so that his unwritten back was ready for exploitation. "From one who appreciates her fans" she continued in such large lettering, that her writing surface was almost used up. "Just need a bit more room" she said, and reaching for the seat of his pants, shredded them as if they were tissue paper , leaving only a very thick and new belt to hide his nakedness. He was grateful for this, for although he knew that tearing the belt from his helpless form would be duck soup for her, it would cause great damage to his body. She continued writing in large block letters on what was left of the surface of his back. "Until we meet again", pressing heavily with the magic marker, causing his dangling body to swing back and forth. "Now W, W, W, Wayne, how can I write if you swing back and forth that way?", she asked laughing outright. "I'm terribly sorry Miss Sandi, please forgive me" he pleaded. "I forgive you Wayne", and with a flourish, signed Sandi on his left buttock, and Stone on the right one. "There now, do you like it?" she asked walking him to a full length mirror, and displaying his front and back. "Yes Miss Sandi" said the terrified man. He decided that a little humor might help his situation. "I’ll never take another shower" he added, trying to laugh through his bruised throat. "Never mind Wayne" she said, but that frightening smile returned to her lips. "Well my little friend, we have wasted enough time. You know what I do, don't you?" "Oh God, oh God", was all that he could say, and Sandi noted much to her satisfaction, the few drops of urine trickling down his leg. Wayne knew that begging just made things worse. Many were the times that he had seen big and powerful men challenge her,only to end up screaming and pleading for mercy, a quality seemingly absent in the cruel amazon. He shuddered at the memory of a professional wrestler, weighing two hundred and ninety pounds, turned into a bowl of jelly, after only one of her blows to the stomach. After having seen her in action only a few times, he had became spellbound with her. He found that in between matches be couldn’t keep his mind off of the mighty woman. During the night, he dreamed that he was one of the men who dared to challenge her. Every night she would throw him around as if he were a woppy cushion. Always, he would wind up on his knees before her, begging for mercy. The cruel amazon would stand there arms folded, while he would kiss and knead the mighty muscles of her calves and thighs. Finally, he watched in horror as she bunched up her fist. He would scream for mercy begging for God’s help. And then she would punch down with man killing force. Mercifully, he would wake up at that point screaming, his body in a cold sweat, his penis erected, threatening to push a hole in his pajamas. During the days, his day dreams would be of her, practically echoing his nightmares. The only difference being that he would allow his fantasy to continue with the beating. He imagined himself ending up in a hospital, having to recuperate for as least a year, never the same afterwards. But now there was no erection, only the terrifying knowledge of his situation. "Please Miss Sandi, I'm no challenge to you", he whined, starting to lose control of his bladder. He watched her face for signs of mercy. "P, P, please, those men who wrestled with you, challenged and insulted you, thought that they had something to prove. I have nothing to prove. Please Miss Sandi." In his terror the tears started flowing down his cheeks, as his stream of urine increased. Sandi looked at the helpless creature, seemingly unimpressed. "Dear Wayne", she said almost sympathetically, "it's what I do." "Oh please Miss Sandi, you don't have to do this. Those others had no respect for women. I, I, I love and adore them, and, and I have the highest respect for women." As he spoke, his voice became more and more animated, breaking pathetically. In his panic stricken state, his words started to come out jumbled and disoriented. Sandy watched with interest the breakdown of a male psyche. Holding her defenseless captive at arms length, his feet inches from the floor, she watched with satisfaction, as he lost complete control of his bladder, sobbing like a child. "Oh God Miss Sandi" he wailed, looking at her face for any signs of mercy. "If you treat me as I have seen you do the others, you will kill me. Please," he wailed pathetically, "I'm no athlete, I'm just a delivery boy" . The term delivery boy had never failed to anger him in the past. He was a young man on the way up in this world, and delivering pizza was just a way of making money for his education. Still, he felt that using the term boy, would be more sympathetic, even to the remorseless amazon. She held him without a change of expression on her face. By this time he was shaking uncontrollably, as if he had a case of the flu, his teeth chattering. "Oh Miss Sandi I, I, ", and then in his state of panic, he blurted out something so silly, so incongruous, that it changed the entire dynamic of the situation. "I, I, really love and respect women, why my mother is a woman." She gasped looking at him, a bewildered expression on her cruel face. She snorted through her nose, trying to hold back a chuckle. The chuckle became a gentle laugh. Finally, she ended up throwing back her head and roaring uproariously. "Oh my lord", she cried out, shaking with laughter, "his mother is a woman. Who would have ever believed such a thing?" She laughed so hard that she lost control of his throat, and he fell to the floor, rolling up into a frightened ball. "Oh no", she roared, "his mother is a women. Can you believe it?" By this time she had practically laughed herself sick. "Lord I have a stitch in my side" she laughed, doubled over with uncontrollable hilarity, and joining Wayne on the floor. "Man oh man, I can't take it any longer, his mother, his mother is a women. W, W, W, Wayne's mother is a, Oh god, a women." Wayne, sensing that the tide had changed, crawled over to her, as she sat on the floor, still doubled over with laughter. He placed his head against the bottom of her foot, which due to her sitting position was heel on the floor, toes pointing towards the ceiling. She finally had her fill of laughter, and holding her painful side said. "Well Wayne, you are the first man to conquer Sandi Stone," and she burst out once again into peels of uncontrollable laughter. "Wayne, whose mother is a woman, you slay me," and laughing she lay flat on her back. "I surrender Wayne," she said, trying unsuccessfully to stifle her laughter. He just lay there his head under her foot, relieved at the sudden turn of events. However, after years of watching her in action, he knew enough not to count his chickens before they were hatched. After what seemed like an eternity to Wayne, Sandi finally managed to pull herself together. Easily she rose from the floor, stroking his head like petting a favorite animal. Watching him, lying on his face breathing into the carpet, she gently turned him over with the point of her toe. As he lay flat on his back, she began to chuckle once again. "Well, well, and what have we here my little W. W. W. Wayne", she asked, "A little erectchee?" Reaching down she fingered his penis. "A man is always a man" she said chuckling and lifting him by his cock. She held him out in front of her, as easily as she had held him by his neck. "Ah yes" she said, " A dick is such a useful object, wouldn't you say, W,W,W, Wayne?" "Any, any, anything you say Miss Sandi" he answered her, biting back his pain and his desire to scream. He was grateful for the sudden turn of events, remembering seeing her destroy men just for the fun of it. "Shit, if she wants to lift me by my dick, well just let her," he thought. "As long as she doesn't use those murderous fists on me. I won't say a word even if my dick comes off in her hand." Once again, she carried the helpless man to the mirror. Amused, she watched him swaying back and forth as he dangled from her hand. "Wayne, you look so adorable", she informed him. "We'll just have to do this more often. Maybe I could make this part of my routine in the ring. It certainly is a novel utilization of the penis, don't you think Wayne"? "Yes Miss Sandi, anything you say." "You do realize that I have spared you, don't you Wayne?" "Oh yes, thank you. I'm so grateful", he retorted. Before she could change her mind, he continued. "Miss Sandi I could be of great help to you", he said, looking around at the mess that was her living room. "My mother, you know the one whose a woman?," he joked, trying to keep her in a generous mood. "She taught me how to keep a house in tip top shape. I could shop, and I’m a gourmet cook, and you could certainly use a maid, as busy as you are kicking the shit out of men." He gulped down a wad of saliva when she said menacingly, "you're a man Wayne." Having seen her in action so many times, he was aware of the way she fed on a mans fear. He had thrilled and cringed at the same time, watching her break men's bodies down to a screaming wreck. After a year of attending her matches, he was no longer surprised to hear the most powerful of men sobbing like children, pleading for mercy. Her statement, "your a man Wayne" brought his dread of the frightening amazon back into full bloom. "Please Miss Sandi, let me be of use to you. Don’t hurt me" he whimpered, his words trailing off indistinguishably. Smiling, she dropped him on the carpet. "Get busy Wayne" she said, plopping herself down in an easy chair. Wayne let no moss grow under his feet. Like a shot he starting cleaning, first collecting the pizza boxes strewn around the living room. From the living room he made a tour of the house, cleaning as he went. As she lie on her easy chair, she heard pots and pans clanging in the kitchen. Doors opened and shut followed by the sound of a vacuum cleaner. Finally he returned to the living room pushing his vacuum cleaner before him. It had taken him a number of hours, and he stood before her, awaiting her approval. As she had been listening to him working, she had noticed that the ceiling and the walls were covered with cobwebs and dust balls. "Wayne, you must think me a terrible house keeper, just look at that", she said, pointing out the problem to him. "Oh no Miss Sandi", he exclaimed. "Your much to busy with your career to be bothered with such things. I"ll find a rag and a ladder and take care of it, toot sweet." "Wayne", she said, standing up. "You’ve done a fine job, and must be tired. I’m going to help you." "Oh no Miss Sandi", he chimed in. "You don’t have to worry about it. I can handle", "You little piece of shit". "Do you dare disagree with me?" she bellowed, not giving him a chance to finish his statement. Right then and There, the poor harassed fellow almost dropped a load on the carpet. "God, Oh God, Miss Sandi, I didn’t mean anything by it. Please oh please, don’t hurt me", and he fell to the floor in front of her, his head touching her toes. Tentatively he folded his arms around her legs, whimpering like a frightened child. He lifted his tear streaked face up pathetically, hoping against hope for salvation. He knew that once she got started, there was no stopping her. "Please Miss Sandi, please. I’ll be most happy to have your help. I mean, I mean", he amended his last statement quickly, " to be of help to you". The terrifying amazon looked into the tear stained face of her poor captive, and unaccountably, she actually felt sympathy for the poor thing. It had been quite a while since she had taken pity on a man. "It’s all right Wayne, don’t be afraid", she said, taking his face in her powerful fingers, fingers that had broken male bones like so many chicken necks. He shivered, trying not to draw away. "So my little friend, you and I are going to do this together", she added. "Ok Miss Sandi, I’ll go and get some rags". "Just stay where you are" she commanded, and reaching around to his rear, she sunk the fingers of her right hand into his right buttock, squeezing cruelly. Wayne gasped, but wisely said not a word. He started to tear up when she pressured him even harder. Just when he thought that he couldn’t take any more pain, he felt his body leave the floor. The next thing that he was aware of, was his head against the ceiling, his face and chest against the wall. She moved the helpless man back and forth, up and down against the wall and ceiling, collecting cobwebs and dirt balls in his hair and on his body. As she continued to hold him overhead by his right buttock, her powerful arm swung back and forth, wiping him across the surface of the wall and ceiling. "Isn’t this fun W, W, W, Wayne?" she cried out with gusto. "The bitch, the fucken bitch" thought Wayne. "She’s using me for a dust cloth. Who the fuck did she think she is?" The answer was of course obvious. She was Sandi Stone, and he better learn to love dust. Accordingly he answered, "yes Miss Sandi", coughing and sneezing, and trying to keep from inhaling dust. By the time the living room was finished, he was covered with dust and cobwebs, trying to hold back a sneeze. "My, my, she said", lowering him a bit so that she could see him all the better. "It looks like my sweet little dust rag is covered with grime. "You wouldn’t want me to get dirty, would you sweety?" she asked, holding him at arms length, her fingers still grasping his aching ass. "To the shower we will go", she sang happily, carrying the helpless man to the toilet. So powerful was her grip on him, that he maintained a straight up position. If one could only view him from his front, one might think that he had levitated, and was moving forward without any means of support. Inserting him into the shower, she let the cold spray wash the grime from his body. She lowered him to the floor, and much to his relief, released her grasping fingers from his aching ass. Wiping him dry with a bath towel she asked, "how does that feel pussy cat"? Before he could answer, she clutched his other butt cheek in her cruel talons, and lifted him off of the floor once again. "Don’t you think that it’s nice of me to give your right ass cheek a rest?" she asked sarcastically. Wayne knew the proper answer. "Oh yes Miss Sandi, thank you from the bottom of my heart." "Don’t you mean thank you from the bottom of my bottom?" she snickered, rubbing his body across the walls once again. She continued until the entire house was clean of dirt. Wayne was not surprised that at the end of all this exertion, she was as fresh as a daisy. He had seen her hold three hundred pound men overhead with just one hand. His insignificant one hundred and ninety pounds, was not even a challenge to her. Lowering him to the floor she said, "Wayne, you have two options. Either I kick the shit out of you, leaving you broken and bleeding on a stretcher, or you serve me as a housekeeper and maid for as long as I want. Of course the latter option does not mean that you are entirely safe. It will be up to you to keep me happy and relatively passive. How you accomplish this, I don’t know. You will have to learn to read my moods. Your survival depends on it." "Not much of a choice, is it Miss Sandi? I had thought that you were not going to hurt me, when you told me not to be afraid." "Ah yes. That’s just today Wayne. You know what Sandi Stone is. So make a decision." "I’ll stay" he said sadly, "what else can I do?" She studied him with a puzzled expression on her face. Feelings permeated her entire being. Feelings that she could not entirely understand. It wasn’t that she didn’t recognize them, it was just they were so foreign to her makeup. As she studied Wayne, a sense of warmth and well being spread throughout her powerful body. She picked him up in her powerful arms, and cradling him, hugged him to her breast. She wanted to reassure him of his safety, but that far she couldn’t go. She was Sandi Stone, man destroyer, with a reputation to uphold. Tentatively, he allowed his right arm to circle her neck. His left crept down from her powerful shoulder to her massive bicep. Moaning, he squeezed her mighty arm. "So powerful, so strong", be breathed in ecstasy. "Please", he begged tearfully, "try not to hurt me". "Now you know that I can’t promise such a thing Wayne, but you can take heart in the knowledge, that I have never felt this way about a man before." Her right hand crept down his back to cup his buttocks, and squeezing firmly, pushed his genitals in between her breasts. Rubbing him up and down, and in and out of the cleft between her breasts, she cried out ecstatically, "Oh Wayne your so sweet". "Please Miss Sandi" he whispered, " I’m going to explode." She smiled, puzzled at her reaction to this man. In all of the years that she had wrestled with men, or even had sex with them, she couldn’t remember feeling protective towards any of them. Rather she cruelly battered them into helpless screaming wrecks, leaving mangled bodies in her wake. The best that a man could hope for after an encounter with her, was survival. She carried him through the house to the bedroom, he loving the feeling of being borne in her arms, as helpless as a child. She chuckled as he felt and squeezed her bicep as hard as he could, his face turning red from the effort, moaning with delight. "Oh Miss Sandi", he sighed as she laid him gently on the bed. He looked up at her, a mass of magnificent power. For many years he had dreamed of being held helpless in her mighty arms, and now the only thing that gave him pause, was the threat of her power being unleashed upon his feeble body. "Your magnificent" he said breathlessly, as she lowered herself over his shivering form. Lying on top of him she circled his body with her incredible arms. He lay there passively, as he felt himself turning to lie on top of her. Placing her hands around his waist, she lifted him above her, bench press style. Once again he experienced the thrill of helplessness, as he looked down at her extraordinary body. As she looked up at the helpless man, her eyes shown with the light of love. "Oh Wayne your so sweet" she said, unable to hide her love any longer. "I make you a promise you adorable thing. In spite of all that I have said, I will never harm even one hair on your precious body, and you may call me Sandi." He just hung there passively above her head, feeling the tension leaving his body, like the air being slowly let out of a balloon. Lowering him to lie flush on her body, she explored his back, buttocks, and thighs, with a gentleness of touch that belied her mind numbing power. He knew that at any minute she could squeeze the life out of him, and even that knowledge thrilled him to his very core. "Sandi, Sandi," he moaned. "Your so magnificent. Please love me, cherish me, and protect me. She continued exploring his body, her hand wandering past his buttocks and spreading his legs apart, to firmly grasp and lovingly fondle his genitals. Sandi sat up folding him in half against her rock hard physique, his legs almost touching his chest. As she stood, she cupped his buttocks in the palm of her hand. With supreme ease Sandi held Wayne out in front of her, his ass in the palm of her hand, holding his arm to keep him upright. "Oh God" he moaned, "your strength, your incredible strength." "All for you my sweet" she said, bringing him closer to her so that she could kiss and lick his helplessly sweet body. With consummate ease she lifted him overhead one handed, his body resting upon the palm of her hand. Then savoring every minute, she slowly lowered him, bathing the insides of his thighs from his knees to just below the crack of his ass with the tip of her tongue. By this time he was practically weeping with passion and joy. He wanted her to hold him helplessly in her powerful embrace forever. "Sandi, Sandi, I love you, please take me." Grasping his hips she placed his penis inside of her. Flexing the muscles of her love canal, she inhaled him even deeper, while still maintaining her hold on his hips, moving him back and forth within her. Wayne tried to help but as she moved him faster and faster, he simply gave up and let her do her thing. He almost felt as if the top of his head, that is both of them, would explode like a valcano. And then he spurted within her like a geyser, crying out his joy and gratitude to the mighty women. Sandi insisted that Wayne move in with her. He would take care of the household chores, and she would support him, even paying his tuition and textbook fees at school. Her fighting schedule kept her busy, and it was many months before they went out together. Wayne was driving when they almost hit a truck that had swerved in order to avoid their vehicle. Wayne sat stunned for a moment, before exiting the car. Although they had escaped injury, the truck had struck a pole smashing in it’s front, as well as the right side fender. Wayne could see that the truck driver, a large and burly man, was not at all happy. "Gee sir I’m so sorry, it was all my fault," Wayne apologized. "Is there anything that I can do?". "Do?" mimicked the man. "I think that you’ve done enough you little prick. Just look at my truck. I should have crashed into your shitty little car, instead of swerving off and causing all of this damage." Wayne was unnerved at the man’s attitude, realizing that he was no match for him. He judged that the truck driver had perhaps seventy pounds on him. "Please mister" Wayne continued, shaken by the man’s attitude. "Let me get my insurance card and we can settle this right away." "Sure you little prick. Just get your little insurance card, as if anything could make up for damaging my truck and keeping me from work", he sneered. Wayne could see that the big fellow was becoming angrier by the second. He knew that if the man threatened him in any way, he would have Sandi to deal with, and he wanted to get away from this nut before he had the poor shmucks blood on his head. "Please mister let’s just settle this peaceably," he pleaded. "Sure asshole, as soon as I kick the shit out of you, we’ll settle this nice and friendly like", boomed the big man grabbing his lapels. Behind Wayne he heard the door of Sandi’s car open and close. Wayne was terrified, not for himself, but for the poor prick threatening him. "Please mister don’t do this, we can settle this without force", he implored. "Is there a problem here gentlemen" Sandi asked sweetly. "No problem little girl, I’m just going to kick the shit out of your boyfriend, that’s all." "I think that you had best let him go my friend", Sandi said with a slight edge in her voice, the edge that terrified Wayne. "And, is your little girl friend going to protect you asshole"?, the big man laughed. "Heh sweety, why don’t you just get back in your car and watch the show. I’m just going to kick your boyfriends ass a little bit. I’ll make sure that I leave some for you to scrape up off of the floor." Sandi with the reflexes of an athlete moved quickly. Her fingers grasped the truck drivers wrist. There was a sickening snap and an unearthly shriek of pain, and Wayne was free. The big man doubled up in agony, holding his broken wrist to his chest. "How did you,? bitch, bitch" he screamed, unable to understand what had happened to him. "I’m going to kill you, you fucken whore", he bellowed at Sandi. "Please mister" said Wayne. " You don’t know what you're getting yourself into. Haven’t you ever heard of Sandi Stone?" The truck driver gasped, his eyes bugging out in terrified recognition. "Oh God, oh God, he gasped. "Please, I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry", his face turning a pasty white . Sandi stood there her hands on her hips, smiling at the mans terror. With the speed of a python, her left hand shot out, and clutching the petrified mans neck, lifted him until her arm was fully extended over her head. Is spite of this, because of his height, he was only inches from the floor, his feet kicking in mid air, his hands trying to remove her clenched fist from his neck. The man managed, "oh God, mercy please. Laughing, she held him easily aloft. "Well, well, lookee here Wayne, another fan. I didn’t realize that I was becoming so well known." Clenching her murderous right fist in preparation for the first blow, she noted with delight that the front of the mans trousers was suddenly wet. "Have a little accident asshole?" she jeered. "Sandi," Wayne said, " please lets just forget it and be on our way." "What do you mean forget it" spat Sandi. "This prick was all ready to split your skull. It’s my business to teach men a little manners. And besides, no one threatens my man except me." By this time, the big man was shaking and moaning in her grasp. "Sandi, it isn’t necessary for you to do this" Wayne pleaded. "Just look at him. He’s out of his mind with fear. Believe me, I know what it is to be in his situation. . Can’t you show a little mercy?,this isn’t the ring. Please darling, do it for me", he begged, kissing and feeling her mighty right bicep. Sighing she looked up at the dangling brute, shaking with fear in her grasp. "You know asshole, if it were up to me you would be in a hospital for a year. Your lucky that my man has such a forgiving nature, I certainly don’t. "Thank you mister", said the brute, sniveling and tearful with gratitude. "That won’t be enough" said Sandi, grabbing his belt. Releasing her grasp on his neck he fell forward, and ended up dangling from her hand by his belt. "Let’s see what we have in this truck", and she walked around to its rear. With a mighty leap she jumped up on to the truck still holding the large man at arms length. Rummaging around she found what she wanted, and leaping down, she walked to the side of the truck. In her hand she held a large spike, the kind roustabouts used to hammer into the ground, in order to construct the big tent of the circus. With the incredible thrusting power of her bare hand, she imbedded the spike deeply into the side of the truck. Lifting the hapless man, she hung him on the spike. "There now Wayne, how’s that" she asked happily. "That’s fine Sandi", he answered, just don’t hurt him. "I won’t hurt him Wayne, as long as he does as I say." "Anything, anything" whimpered the frightened man. "Well good", said Sandi happily. With her finger cocked, she beckoned Wayne to come to her. "What is it?" he asked suspiciously, doing as she ordered. Even her lover wouldn’t dare to refuse Sandi Stone, . "Don’t be afraid baby", she said, reaching down to cup his genital package in her hand. Lifting him off of the ground he clung to her neck, his body resting on her arm. Holding her lover horizontally resting on her arm, she approached the dangling behemoth. "If your grateful to my man" then prove it", she said pushing Wayne’s ass into his face. "First the right cheek, then the left." The big man balked at kissing her lovers buttocks. "Please" he blubbered, "don’t make me do this, it’s so demeaning." "Would you prefer that I pull his pants down, and make you clean out his rectum with your tongue?" she snarled. "Sandi, don’t", Wayne yelled. "Shut up Wayne" she said, smacking him lightly on the rump, causing him to cry out in pain. As we all know, there is no such thing as a light blow from Sandi. "Well" she continued, "Shall I pull his pants down?" As an answer, the big man puckered his lips and leaned into Wayne’s left cheek. At the point of contact, she rammed her lovers ass into the man’s face, pushing his head back into the surface of the truck. "His right cheek is jealous", Sandi said smiling. He performed the act a second time, closing his eyes, expecting the ramming ass in his face. He wasn’t disappointed. She removed him from the spike, and holding unto him with one hand, she placed her other between his legs, grasping his groin and positioning him for balance. With one quick thrust, she lifted him overhead one handed. His head and legs dangling down around her mighty arm, he remained silent, not daring to complain to the mighty amazon. Sandi looked into his eyes which were level with hers. Then with her frightening smile she thrust him overhead again. She did this a dozen times, without any sign of effort, before returning him to his spike. Flexing her rock hard bicep in his face she asked, "do you know anyone else who can do that?" "No maam", he answered humbly, tears of humiliation escaping his eyes. "Your a lucky man," she said. "Why don’t you just hang around here for a while, and think about it?" "Come on Wayne, let’s go home", she said taking her lover by the hand and entering her car, this time sitting in the drivers seat. Starting the car, she placed her arm around Waynes shoulder and down to his waist. "So what do you think about me now babe, am I not the essence of restraint?" she quipped. "You were wonderful" Wayne laughed. I'm so very proud of", but before he could finish his statement, he felt himself lifted off of his seat, and placed across the steering wheel. "Sandi, what the hell are you doing, your driving", he screamed in terror. "Don’t you worry your pretty body, Sandi has the situation well in hand. Lord, I just love that beautiful tush of yours" she said, laughing out loud and pinching it playfully. "Come on Sandi, put me down", he pleaded, all the time chuckling over her playfulness. His chuckles were soon replaced by hysterical laughter, as she tickled his ribs. "Damn it Sandi, cut it out. You're driving", he yelled, his emotions a mixture of amusement and terror. He gasped when she forced her hand between his thighs, and up to his belt. Happily she undid his belt and unfastened his zipper. "I just gotta see that beautiful rump of yours" she laughed, yanking his pants and underwear down to just above his knees. "Shit shit, don’t do this, watch the road,"he pleaded. "Oh lord, that magnificent rump of yours, looks good enough to eat", she giggled, lifting it up to her mouth, and happily taking little love bites out of it. "Oh Wayne, you are so delicious. It would be selfish of me to keep this beautiful ass to myself." Suddenly he felt himself lifted, his bare ass plastered against the windshield. "Moon the world my darling, moon the world." Not soon enough for Wayne they arrived at her driveway. Sandi lifted him gently from the car, and made her way to the doorway, he happily thrilling in her power. And so Sandi Stone, every man's most frightening nightmare, had become his most cherished fantasy come true.