Sandy and the Stalker By Arby This story is completely fictional. It is based on what might happen if Sandy were to be found in this situation. Sandy Bouwman does not engage in any type of sexual activity in any of her sessions. She currently does sessions in wrestling, lifts and carries, domination and bellypunching. Sandy had been learning to box at the request of several clients. She is 5'4" and 145 hard, muscular pounds. She is proof that good things come is small but powerful packages. She can be contacted for sessions at sandy@heatwave.net (e-mail). Anyone interested in a session with Sandy will not be disappointed with the result! Sandy also has her own website at www.heatwave.net Arby September 1998. Sandy and the Stalker Sandy Bouwman was in a foul mood. She was listening to the fourteenth message on her answering machine from the same caller. This was the prototype obscene phone call. He was telling her what he planned to do to her in each of her body openings when he saw her. Sandy was disgusted by what she heard. That is one of the hazards of the kind of side work that she did with wrestling, lifts and carries, domination, bellypunching, and boxing. The weirdos come out of the woodwork. At one time she had put her home address up on her website, but had taken it off since some guys took that as an invitation to just show up at her house. The man on the phone identified himself as Ted Newman. As Ted's fourteenth message ended Sandy hit *69. As it turns out Ted was either dumb enough or crazy enough to use his home phone to make these calls. "If you keep making these calls, I'm going to turn you over to the police and let them deal with you. Maybe a few days in a jail cell with a big guy named Bubba is just what you need." she growled into the phone. "Stop calling me, or I will call the police. Obviously all this is on tape, so the evidence is already here. Get out of my life!" she fairly shouted into the phone. "That should take care of him." she thought as she prepared to go to work. Sandy is a firefighter and works twenty four hour shifts, then is off for forty eight hours. It is a schedule that she likes, it allows her time for her to travel and do her sessions. At the end of her work shift, Sandy returned home. As she walked through her house, something just did not seem right. She noticed that some of her photos were slightly out of place from where she had left them. She had done a new photo shoot, and the new pictures had been scattered all over the bedroom that she used as an office. Some of the photos were missing she discovered as she flipped through them. "Somebody's been in the house." she said to herself. With her fighting skills and muscularity, very few things scared her, but Sandy was a little shaken that someone could just come into her house, which she had locked before leaving for work. Then she saw the note. It said, "I like your house, I hope you don't mind, I took a few of your pictures. I'll come back and see you soon. Love, Ted." "This joker has gone around the bend" Sandy said as she reached for the phone to call the police. Two officers arrived shortly, A male and a female team of detectives. Sandy explained the situation, played the tape on her answering machine and gave them the note. She could see the female officer blushing as Ted went into great detail exactly what he planned to do sexually to Sandy . "We will try to increase our patrols in this area, for a while to see if we can find anybody lurking around who doesn't belong here. We'll also check out the tape and if we can pin down the caller, we'll take some action. The best thing for you to do, Ms. Bouwman, is relax and let us do our job." the male detective said. The woman detective added "We'll catch this guy. Make sure when you're here that you keep the deadbolt locks secured. If he contacts you again, call us." as she said this she handed Sandy a card with their office number and pager number on it. The officers shook hands with Sandy and left. Several days passed and no sign of Ted. No more calls, no more attempts to gain entrance to her house, nothing. The police detectives told Sandy that they had contacted Ted Newman and warned him off. Slowly Sandy relaxed her guard. One evening she was sitting on her patio, when she decided it was time to shower and go to bed. She had to work her shift the next day, and she needed her rest. She went in and took a long shower. When she had finished and dried off, she put on an old men's tee shirt, size xxl which since she was only 5'4" hung down to her knees. As she walked through the house preparing to close up for the night, she heard a sound in her living room. As she moved into that room she saw a man standing there. "Hi, Sandy, I'm Ted. I know you have been expecting me. I told you I was coming. Since the door was unlocked, I came on in, I hope you don't mind." He was holding a pistol loosely in his right hand. Sandy's tight, muscular body coiled as she prepared to flee. "I wouldn't try running if I were you." Ted said. "Unless you think you can outrun a bullet, that is." "What do you want?" Sandy asked. "I thought I told you exactly what I wanted in my phone calls." Ted answered. "Let's start by taking off that shirt." Sandy just stood there and looked at him. "Now!" he snapped and cocked the pistol. Sandy reluctantly pulled the tee shirt over her head and took it off. She stood there stark naked in her own living room being held at gunpoint by a person whom she considered to be a madman. However if she had known Ted Newman she would have known that he was mentally stable, he was just mean as a snake. Ted was used to taking whatever he wanted, and right now he wanted Sandy. Ted looked at Sandy and let out a low whistle. She turned and faced him, her firm, fully rounded breasts proudly standing out from her thick chest. Columns of hard jagged muscle made up her legs. Her waist was thin but her abdominal muscles were rippling and hard. Her shoulders and arms literally exploded with muscle, flexing and clenching as she moved. Ted was awestruck. He thought he had hit a gold mine. This woman was magnificent. Sandy kept trying to stand so that her nudity would not expose her pubic area to Ted. She wasn't embarrassed to be nude, she was in fact very proud of her body, she just didn't want a jerk like Ted to see her exposed like that. "Turn around" he said. Sandy turned so that her back was to him. She could hear Ted approaching her. The first thing she felt was the cold barrel of the pistol pressing into her back. Ted began to run his free hand other hand over her body, first stroking her back and shoulders. "Make a muscle for me." he ordered. Sandy did as she had been instructed. She raised her right arm and slowly flexed her biceps. A huge ball of hard muscle rose up on her arm as she flexed. Ted ran his hand over it feeling the size and hardness. "Wow!" he said. "Even better than I thought." He continued to run his hand across Sandy's mountainous biceps, stroking and squeezing. Then his hand slid down to her side. He reached around and grasped her breast in his hand and began kneading it. Sandy was very uncomfortable and very angry but the feel of the pistol pressing into her back kept her from attempting to do anything. Next Ted's hand trailed down to her pubic hair, and he tried to insert his finger into her. "That is about enough of this shit!" Sandy thought. Ted's respiration had increased rapidly as his hand explored Sandy. "I'm gonna screw you in every hole you've got, bitch. Then I'm gonna cut off your nipples and keep them as souvenirs. Then if you suck me off, I might let you live." Ted boasted. He had emphasized each phrase with a jab of the pistol barrel in her back. "There is no way I'm going to let this pervert get away with this. If he's going to shoot me, it might as well be now!" ran through Sandy's mind. With that, she drove her right heel back directly into Ted's crotch. Her heel driven by her iron hard twenty three inch thigh, crashed into Ted's testicles at full strength. At the same time Sandy spun to the side to avoid the gunshot she knew was coming. The pistol discharged where her back had been a split second before, the bullet impacting the sofa. However, there was no second shot as Ted forgot all about his pistol as the powerful woman's heel smashed his balls. A wave of pain and nausea swept over him. His knees turned to water and he dropped to the floor. "Just what you needed you perverted asshole. A kick in the balls does wonders for punks like you. Just think, some guys pay me a lot of money to do that to them, but you get it for free." The pistol slid from his hand to the floor. Sandy looked at it, then slid it under her sofa with her foot. "I don't need a gun to deal with a punk like you!" she told him. "I'm going to show you what happens to assholes who try to hurt me!" Sandy got behind him and lifted Ted up in the air. She brought his crotch slamming down on her hard thigh again as she drove it up to meet him. Ted thought his balls had been ruptured. He sprawled on the carpet of Sandy's living room in incapacitating pain. Sandy walked around the room wondering what to do next. She knew she should call the police, but she wanted to pay back Ted for all he had put her through. She decided she would give him the beating of his life, then call the cops. "You better give your heart to God, because your ass is mine!" Sandy said to him. She could feel herself getting horny just thinking about what she planned to do to Ted. As she reached for him, Ted scuttled around on the carpet trying to get away from the angry woman. She grabbed his head and shoved it between her thighs face first. Sandy impaled herself on Ted's prominent nose. She shoved him over on his back and proceeded to ride his face using his nose to bring herself to a ringing climax. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?" she sarcastically asked Ted. She quickly switched positions so that he hard butt covered his face. "Clean my poop chute with you tongue!" she demanded. Ted had no choice but to obey, she was cutting off his air supply. He fanatically worked his tongue all around her rectum. Sandy could feel that tingling building and it erupted in another roaring orgasm. When she stood up the red faced Ted was fighting for breath. "Up you go, sweetheart. The fun's just beginning. This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Sandy continued. Ted was a fairly big man. He stood only about four inches taller than Sandy but he outweighed her by thirty pounds. In other words physically he was definitely overmatched against her. Sandy wrapped her arms around him and started to squeeze. She had effortlessly lifted Ted up so that his feet were off the floor, and as she bore down with her bearhug, she could feel his ribs start to give under her power. She locked her hands driving her knuckles into his back as she continued to squeeze. Ted was having trouble breathing, and Sandy continued to compress his ribs. The feel of her breasts pressing into his chest suddenly didn't feel so sexy to Ted anymore. She heard a crack as at least one of his ribs broke and Ted screamed for the first time. It would not be the last. Sandy released the bearhug and Ted slumped to the floor. Her powerful arms were replaced by her even more powerful legs as she wrapped her thighs around his already broken ribs and bore down. Ted screamed in pain again as Sandy's muscle laden legs cranked down on his body in a violent body scissors . More ribs broke. His wind was cut off, his face went from red to blue as he struggled to get precious air. Sandy's powerful thighs flexed to maximun size, a frightening sight for Ted as he could see the huge muscles constricting his body. Right before he would pass out, Sandy released the devastating scissors and got to her feet. She wrapped her fingers in Ted's hair and jerked him to his feet. "Time to get up again sweetie. The real fun's about to begin. Hold on a second.". She grabbed her camera and snapped a picture of Ted. "That is so we'll know what you used to look like when I get through smashing your face and body to mush with my fists." she told him. Sandy had recently been learning to box and had found that she had an aptitude for it. Her teacher had said that she "hit to hard" in their practice sessions. She had learned how to make a proper fist and to get the full power of her strong body into her punches. For her size Sandy had unusually large hands and hard, prominent knuckles. Now Ted Newman was about to find out exactly how hard she could hit. Ted suddenly felt real fear for the first time in his life. This muscular woman was out to destroy him. He was sure of it. And she could do whatever she wanted, he could not stop her. He struggled to speak, the pain in his ribs making it very difficult to speak. "Please don't hurt me anymore. I'm sorry I bothered you. Let me go and I promise to go away and never hassle you again." While he was speaking his face exploded in pain as the blonde smashed her fist directly into the center of it. He could feel his nose breaking under the hard knuckles of her angry fist. It just seemed to dissolve in a spray of red. One second it was the same long, prominent nose he had always had, then it was a mass of crushed tissue as the woman's fist changed it forever. Ted knew instantly that it was broken, he had heard a very loud pop in both ears when her concrete-like fist made contact with his nose, breaking the cartilage. White hot pain shot through his face. It seemed like slow motion as he could see Sandy cock her fist back again and see it coming at his face again. This time crashing just under his left eye, pulverizing his cheekbone into fragments. Once again unbearable pain shot though his face as the bone shattered. When Sandy was learning to box the man teaching her had said that her fists were like battering rams. Ted's face was now becoming evidence that what he had said was right. Now the slow motion aspect was gone, and it seemed like everything was in double speed as the muscular, naked blonde hammered her stony, battering ram fists over and over again into his face. He felt them ripping and tearing the flesh around his eyes, bruising it, still the woman kept hitting him, twisting her fists on impact to cause even more tearing of the skin. They landed on his smashed face with a sodden thud. Then he felt a brick (In Ted's punch drunk mind he was sure it was a brick, he couldn't think of anything else that could be that big and hard) slam into his mouth and his teeth buckle under it's assault. Again and again that brick slammed into his mouth knocking out or breaking his teeth, splitting his lips, causing them to swell up until each of them was the size of a bratwurst. Ted wondered how he was still on his feet after the terrific beating he was taking, then he saw Sandy's hand wrapped in his shirt. The muscles of he forearm writhed like a snake and the veins bulged out like miniature pipelines. He could barely see at all as the flesh around his eyes was swelling so much and so rapidly that they would soon be closed from the hammering from the blonde's harsh fists. Ted kept floating in and out of consciousness. Each time he went under, she splashed water on him and brought him back awake for more punishment. Every time she thought about stopping, she remembered the bullet he had intended for her back. She was determined to punish him to the extreme. Ted spit out two teeth, as the woman paused to catch her breath. His face was now a mass of cuts, welts, bruises and broken bones. The naked woman still held him up. Ted felt a new source of agony as Sandy buried her fist in his belly. Ted wanted to puke his guts out. TTHHUUDD!! another bomb in his belly, WWHHOOMMPP!! another one, this time lifting him off his feet from the force of her punch. "More, you bastard! I'll teach you to pull a gun and try to rape me! Hey, this is good practice for bellypunching sessions.". Ted heard the woman say. Sandy loved the way it felt as her fist ripped through Ted's gut tearing it up as it battered it's way deep inside him. WWHHUUUDDD!!! Her fist ripped into his aching gut again. Sandy had gotten all of her 145 pounds into the mammoth gut punch as it lifted him up off the floor and he collapsed at her feet. The battering ram analogy was appropriate as her fist sank deep in Ted's stomach. The agony and nausea her battering ram fist had generated got the best of him. This time he did puke his guts out. As he did more parts of broken teeth came out of his mouth along with the remnants of what was in his stomach. Ted lay in a pool of his own fluids as the blood from his smashed face had joined with the vomit in a greenish red puddle. He groaned softly. "Still awake, huh? Look at the mess you've made on my nice clean carpet. Shame on you!" Sandy said. Being careful not to step in the puddle, she grabbed Ted by the hair and jerked him to his feet. "I'm going to call the police now. When you wake up you will be in custody, asshole. I'll bet you don't harass anybody in jail." Ted was beyond feeling anything else at this point. His entire body and face were in such agony he couldn't even comprehend what was happening to him. Sandy held him at arm's length, the muscles of her arm standing out as she held up his nearly dead weight. A large portion of the front of her nude body was coated in Ted's blood. TTHHUUUDDD!!! her left fist sank into his battered belly again. Ted jackknifed in two from the force of the brutal belly blow. Sandy took his chin in her left hand and tilted it forward. "Now we're going to test my knockout punch that I learned in my boxing lessons, asshole!" Sandy said to Ted. Her right fist came up from down around the vicinity of her toes in a savage uppercut that seemed headed for the ceiling, but Ted's chin got in the way. CCRRAASSHH!!! Ted was lifted up in the air and flopped over on his back, unconscious. Sandy stared coldly down at him for a moment, then picked up two of his teeth that had been knocked out that were on the floor. "My souvenirs" she said as she placed them on an end table. "I hope you got everything you wanted from me. I rather enjoyed our little private session." she said to the motionless Ted. He was a wreck. His face was covered with welts, cuts and bruises. His eyes were both closed from the swelling her savage beating had caused. There was a sunken area under his eye where the cheekbone had been before she had shattered it. His nose was a mass of red, swollen tissue, much flatter that it had been, and his mouth was a bloody ruin, with split lips puffed up to immense size and the holes where his teeth had been were oozing blood. Most of his teeth that had not been knocked completely out were broken stubs barely sticking out below the gum line. The battering ram had done quite a job on them. It was hard to believe that only one person and a woman at that, had inflicted such damage on Ted. Sandy looked down at her chest and arms and saw that they were covered with Ted's blood "Wow, he really is a bleeder" she thought. Sandy headed back to her shower to wash Ted's blood off her body. It had splashed on her chest and arms. She got dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, the only signs left of her battle with Ted were the skinned portion of her knuckles where she had blasted his face to oblivion from their contact with his teeth and facial bones. She tried to clean up the mess that Ted's vomit had made on he carpet. When she had done the best cleanup job she could, she fished Ted's pistol out from under the sofa. "This didn't help him out very much." she said to herself. Sandy picked up the phone and called the police. "The stalker is here. He found me, but I'll bet he wishes he hadn't. You had better send the meat wagon for him, he's going to need it." She sat down on the sofa to await the arrival of the police. As she looked at the unconscious, battered and bleeding stalker she could feel herself getting wet again. "Fighting is almost as good as sex." she thought as she sat there. "I feel great! That was terrific! I hope I don't have to change clothes again before the police come in."