Sarah Smith was a nineteen year old freshman in Community College. She was a beautiful young girl of mixed race parents. Her exceptional beauty came from her lovely white mother. While her passion for keeping her well developed body strong and fit came from her muscular black father. Actually, passion was not the correct term for how she felt about being healthy and fit. To Sarah, it was a way of life. The only way of life. Sitting through classes and working at her part time job in the book store, left her with to much pent up energy. After classes and getting off of work, Sarah released that energy by vigorously exercising in all sorts of ways. She jogged for miles, did strenuous calisthenics, attended exhausting work out classes, practiced Karate, and used every piece of exercise equipment in the gym. Body fat was one thing Sarah flatly refused to accept.

Sarah never seemed to be able to keep a boyfriend for any length of time. It certainly wasn't because they were not satisfied with her looks or desirable female body. Sarah had everything going for her. Her light tan colored skin was completely smooth and flawless. The black wavy hair that flowed down to her shoulder blades was silky in texture and a delight to run your fingers through. And her facial features were perfect in every way. Kissable lips, a cute little nose, and sparkling black eyes that you wanted to stare into for hours. And her body. WOW! That was the only way to describe it. Sarah was 5 foot 9 and 139 pounds of perfectly proportioned weight. Her ample 36 23 35 measurements made her the type of girl that fit every mans fantasy. A girl you dreamed of every night and wanted to take home to meet the family. The perfect package that any man could easily fall in love with.

No, looks or appearance was not the problem men had with the beautiful Sarah. It was her insatiable appetite for staying fit and healthy. They just couldn't keep up with her inexhaustible energy. While the men wanted the two of them to relax on the sofa and watch a movie, Sarah wanted to exercise. To her, lying around on the sofa was a waste of valuable time. Time better spent doing stomach crunches, push ups, sit ups, leg lifts, and other various work outs to exercising the body. They also got tired of shopping at health food stores and eating nothing but salads, fruits, and energy bars. A good old fashion greasy burger was not allowed in Sarah's sight. She tried eating French fries once and said she could feel the fat growing inside of her with each bite she took. That was the end of that.

So Sarah lived alone. Except for her cat smuggles. Who's name was derived from the fact that he would pilfer a morsel of food or a piece of her clothing and hide it in various places to eat or play with later. But Sarah didn't mind being alone. She rather enjoyed the fact that she could do what she wanted or go where she pleased without worrying if the man in her life would object. So she never let it worry her. The right man would come along some day and make her happy. Until then, she was content to live alone and wait for his arrival. In her mind, she was living a happy and worry free life. Well, not exactly worry free. Because the gym she attended to keep her body trim and fit, was also the gym that two body builders used to build their muscles up for competition. And they constantly hit on her every time she was there.

Quinn and Brady were certainly handsome. And their sculptured male bodies were heavily muscled and solid as a rock. Most women would have fallen all over themselves to go out with them. But Sarah felt the two muscle bound idiots were to conceited and full of themselves for her taste. They paraded around the gym like two Alpha dogs who thought the rest of the pack was way below their status. And they both thought they were Gods gift to women. To hear them talk, no woman in her right mind would turn down a chance to roll in the sack with them. If she did, then she had to be a lesbian. So Sarah did her best to ignore them while she was there. She could have found another gym, but she wasn't about to let those two loud mouth pests dictate where she exercised.

Sarah was up bright and early Saturday morning. She did her usual morning calisthenics and then went for a five mile run. After showering, she grabbed an energy bar and headed to work. Working in the book store was boring and tedious to Sarah. But she loved the old man who owned the place. Mister Gray was one of the nicest people she had ever met in her life. And at eighty three years of age, he definitely needed her help to run the store. The pay wasn't much, but it was enough for her to get by. Sarah was in College on a Physical therapy scholarship. So money wasn't exactly something she needed in great quantity. Her paycheck covered her rent, utilities, food, and gym membership. That was enough for Sarah. She wasn't a vain female who thought she absolutely had to have a new outfit and pair of shoes every week. She lived and dressed moderately and was completely satisfied.

Mister Gray closed the book store at five o'clock as usual and told Sarah to be careful going home. She gave him a brilliant smile and kissed him on the cheek as she was leaving. After showering and having herself a salad, Sarah decided to go work out at the gym. Hopefully Quinn and Brady were competing in some competition some where and she would be spared their insufferable nagging to go out with them. Sarah stuffed a fluffy towel and a change of clothes in her gym bag and walked out the door. The gym was only a half a mile away, so she jogged there to get herself warmed up. When she opened the door and entered the gym, an unhappy look spread across her lovely face. There stood Quinn and Brady, flexing their muscles for a group of giggling women. She walked on past without bothering to speak.

Sarah hadn't been there ten minutes, before the two muscle bound hunks strolled up while she was using the leg press machine. "Well look who we have here Brady. Little miss firm body has decided to grace us with her presence." Quinn told his friend with a wink. "I see that Quinn. You think maybe she's finally come to her senses and changed her mind about going out with the two best looking men in the world?" Brady answered smiling. "Of course she has ole buddy. Where else is she going to find two handsome hunks with guns like these." Quinn replied as he struck a double muscle pose. "No where my friend. No where. We are absolutely the two best looking men with the biggest and hardest muscles you'll ever see. I'll bet she's dying to get her hands on them." Brady answered. Sarah ignored them and continued to work her legs.

"I have one hard muscle she can massage anytime she wants to." Quinn said as he gave her a leering smile. "Me too my friend, me too. Once she handles that muscle, she'll think she's died and gone to heaven. They always come running back for more once they've experienced what we can do with those long, hard muscles." Brady said as he inched closer. "Why don't you two meat heads go find a corner and play with each other. It's the only way you're going to get someone besides yourselves to touch those tiny little peckers you have between your legs. That way you conceited assholes can have fun getting each other off, and I can get some peace and quiet while I exercise." Sarah told them as she stepped over to the power lifting machine.

"I think we've just been insulted Quinn ole buddy. Now why do you suspect she would do a thing like that?" Brady asked in surprise. "Ah hell man, she didn't mean it. She's just playing hard to get. She'll come around. They always do." Quinn advised his friend. "Yeah, you're right about that my friend. No woman can resist us for long. Hell, why would they want to. The equipment we've got would satisfy any woman." Brady said with pride in his voice. Sarah looked at the two pompous windbags and sadly shook her head. "You know what? If you two morons could use your bragging bullshit in your competitions instead of your muscles, you would be Mister and Misses Universe in no time. You can figure out among yourselves which one of you is the female. Although I think you both look and act like a pussy." She replied as she strolled off.

Sarah sat down on the machine designed to tighten your abs and strengthen your back. The two muscle hunks followed her in a huff. "You shouldn't talk to us like that little lady. We might get the wrong idea and think you don't care much for our attention." Brady told her with a mean stare. "He's got a point miss high and mighty. Your cocky attitude and smart mouth could get you in a world of trouble. We don't take kindly to females who think they're to high class and sophisticated to accept our affection. So I would watch what I say if I was you." Quinn added with a scowl. "I couldn't care less what you two retarded assholes think. And as far as what I say, the United States Constitution gives me the right to speak my mind as I please. So go buy a blow up doll to play with and leave me the hell alone." Sarah told them as she stormed off to the ladies locker room.

Quinn and Brady were left standing there with their mouths hanging open because of her outrageous little temper tantrum. No one had ever been foolish enough to speak to them in that manner. Especially a woman. They were to damn big and intimidating. After they got over the shock of being told off and rejected, they put their heads together to decide how to handle the rude little bitch. "She needs to be taught a lesson Quinn. If word gets out we allowed that mouthy little cunt to get away with that shit, people will think we've turned soft and not fear us any longer." Brady informed his friend. "You're right Brady. She needs to learn some respect for her betters. She's a perfect example of why Lincoln deserved to be shot for freeing the slaves. Lets put the smart ass bitch in her place. And have some fun raping her while we prove to the little black slut we are the masters." Quinn agreed.

Sarah was chiding herself for letting those two thick headed idiots get under her skin. Losing her temper only cost her valuable exercise time. Her routine was only half completed and now she wouldn't be able to finish it. Sarah put on her bathing cap and took a cold shower to cool off and calm herself down. Then she removed the cap and shook her head, so her silky black hair could cascade down her back. Then she dug the towel out of her gym bag and thoroughly dried herself off. Next, she reached into the bag and took out her clean change of clothes. She had just finished putting on her panties when she heard the locker room door swing open. Her temper flared up again when she saw the two muscle hunks approaching her. She had had enough of these two morons and their delusions of grandeur. If they wanted a good ass whipping, she would be happy to oblige them. More then happy.

"Hey Quinn. The snotty black bitch was kind enough to leave her bra off for me. She must have known I was a tit man. I like to stick my big dick in the valley between their tits and fuck the shit out of them. It's hilarious to see the look on the black bitches faces when I shoot my hot cum all over their mouth and nose." Brady said with a smile. "Tits are good ole buddy. But I'm more interested in the curly, black haired pussy between her legs. I love to hear them scream when they realise they can't take all the meat I'm carrying. I get really hot when I ram it into their hot little boxes and watch the pain spread across their scrunched up faces." Quinn answered chuckling. "Well it looks like I was right. You two are a couple of pussy's. What's the matter? Did they run you two sissy's out of the men's locker room because they saw you sit down to pee?" Sarah asked.

"THAT'S ENOUGH BITCH! I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOUR FUCKING SMART ASS MOUTH! LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN TALK TOUGH AFTER I FILL IT WITH NINE INCHES OF HARD MALE DICK! Quinn screamed at her. "Uh oh. You went and pissed ole Quinn off Aunt Jemima. You really fucked up. He's a holy terror when he's mad. I've seen him pound a guy into the ground so hard, there wasn't anything left of him but a greasy stain on the concrete. And I can't let him have all the fun by himself. You've pissed me off as well with your cocky attitude and runny mouth. So I guess our little tit fucking session will have to wait until Quinn and I show you your place. But don't be upset. It won't take us long to teach you how to behave around your masters. Then I'll take care of these fine looking tits of yours." Brady said as he reached for one.

Quinn was right about one thing. Sarah had heard enough as well. If two males ever deserved to receive a thorough beating, it was these two knuckle heads. And she couldn't think of a better person then herself to give it to them. Since they were standing on each side of her, she surprised them by attacking first. Her two female fists shot out and slammed hard into their unsuspecting faces. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both hunks were caught completely off guard and sent stumbling back. Sarah wasted no time. She bent her strong right leg and snapped it forward into Quinn's face like it was spring loaded. "WHAP!" His large muscular body was sent reeling back out of control. It didn't stop moving until he crashed into the wall. "SLAM!" He slid down to the floor on his butt while shaking his groggy head. Sarah turned to meet Brady.

Brady was in total shock as he watched his friend back pedal until he hit the wall. Sarah took advantage of his shocked state and landed a solid right cross to his jaw. "SMACK!" The punch knocked him completely off balance and left him vulnerable for the left hook that followed. "SMACK!" She crushed his nose and smiled as she heard him scream. "AWWWWWWWWW SHIT!" He went after her with hatred in his eyes. But a front kick to his mid section stopped him dead in his tracks. "WHAM!" Then she bent her shapely right leg at the knee and busted him in the face with her bare foot. "WHAP!" Brady staggered back and fell to the floor. Quinn had made it to his feet and was running right at her. Sarah whirled around and met his strong chin with a devastating left uppercut. "CRRRACK!" It knocked him clean off of his feet. Quinn sailed through the air and hit the floor hard. "SLAM!"

Brady was up and shaking his head to clear it. Sarah calmly strolled over like she didn't have a care in the world. "Having a little trouble seeing straight pansy ass? Maybe there's something in your eye. Or something about to be put in your eye." She said as she fired a solid right cross. "SMACK!" His left eye was filled with excruciating pain. "YOU FUCKING BLACK BITCH! I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOU UNTIL I HEAR EVERY FUCKING BONE IN YOUR BODY SNAP!" He screamed as he went in swinging both fists like a mad man. Sarah had no trouble at all avoiding his crazed attack. His heavily muscled arms were so big and bulky, his body damaging punches were slower then a crawling turtle. She laughed right in his face. "I take back what I said about you being a sissy. Because a sissy could fight much better then you do. Those feeble punches you're throwing are absolutely pathetic."

Her taunting mouth just made him more angry. He stepped up his pace and let fly with numerous sledge hammer punches. But his accuracy nor his speed had improved one bit. Sarah danced around his futile attempts like it was child's play. When he tired and was forced to slow his attack, she opened her pin point offense and drove him around the locker room like he was a car. Brady was totally overwhelmed and helpless. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His handsome face was rapidly changing shapes because of her pile driving fists. Both lips were bleeding and badly swollen, his nose was broken in several places, and his puffy eyes were beginning to turn black and blue. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" She finished him off with a wrecking ball uppercut. Brady dropped to the floor barely conscious.

Quinn was down on his knees rubbing his swelling face. The uppercut she landed on his chin had broken several of his teeth and nearly dislocated his jaw. Sarah approached him swinging her well rounded hips, to remind him it was a female coming to take him apart. Quinn climbed to his feet and stood ready to meet her head on. "How's the jaw wimp? Is it going to be in good enough shape for you to eat your words after I beat the living shit out of you? Which by the way, is turning out to be the easiest thing I've down all year. You and your butt buddy are simply pathetic at defending yourselves. And your offenses are weaker then a two year old child's. If I were you two, I wouldn't pick a fight with any female over the age of six. Because both of you will get beaten to a pulp." She teased the muscle bound hunk.

"Fuck you cunt. Come over here so I can shove my fist down your throat and shut your fucking mouth for good." He threatened. "If you can't fight any better then that pussy lying over there on the floor, then your mouth is making threats your ass can't back up. So maybe you better drop to your knees and beg for my forgiveness. Because if you don't, I'm going to beat you senseless and put you to sleep. Now think very carefully little man, before you open your mouth and get my foot stuck in it. Quinn was so sick of hearing her taunting mouth that he completely lost it. He charged at her screaming at the top of his lungs. All he cared about was wiping that confident smile off of her face. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "WHAP!" Her right leg flew up in a side kick. The sole of her bare foot nearly took his head off. Quinn folded up and collapsed like a house of cards.

Sarah kicking Quinn in the head.

Sarah grabbed the dizzy muscular hunk by the hair and dragged him to his feet. Then she placed her left hand over his throat and slammed him against the metal lockers. "SLAM!" "I warned you I would stick my foot in your mouth if you didn't choose carefully. You should have fallen to your knees and begged like a dog when you had the chance. Now I'm going to destroy your abs until there's nothing left but loose sagging skin. Then I'm going to rearrange your face until your own mother won't be able to recognize you. You're nothing but a weakling boy. And that's all you'll ever be. Strutting around here trying to impress the women with your puny muscles didn't make you look important. It only made you look like a clown. You're a pathetic excuse for a body builder as well as a man. The terrible beating you're about to receive, had better persuade you and your idiot friend to leave me alone. Or the next beating I give you will be much worse." She said in a no nonsense tone.

"THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" His rock solid abs quickly changed with each jack hammer punch she drilled into them. It wasn't long before they were as soft as a pillow. Her hard fist was nearly reaching his back bone when she stopped torturing his body. The beautiful female warrior then switched to his handsome face and turned it into hamburger. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Quinn's muscular body was sagging in her steel like grip, while she relentlessly pounded away at his facial features. Luckily, the poor man was out on his feet and didn't feel the last half of the savage beating Sarah put on him. But he sure as hell was going to feel it when he woke up. Which would probably be in the hospital. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!"

Sarah finally turned him loose and stepped back. He fell forward face first and bounced on the floor at her feet. His severely battered face had been shredded to pieces. He wasn't going to wake up for several hours. And when he did, the brutal pain he would be feeling was going to be unbearable. "Sweet dreams pansy ass. If you ever recover from this, maybe you'll be smart enough to leave a woman alone when she tells you no. Although as stupid and hard headed as you are, I wouldn't put any money on it." Sarah told him as she nudged his badly swollen face with her foot. Out of no where, Brady grabbed her from behind. He wrapped his right arm around her throat and roughly grabbed her tit with his left hand. Using his enormous strength he tried his best to choke her to death or break her fucking neck. He didn't much care which one happened.

Sarah didn't panic. Her Karate training kicked in and helped her keep her mind on the problem at hand. It only took a few seconds for her to come up with a solution. Feeling with her right foot to see exactly where his foot was, she quickly raised her right leg and drove her heel down on the top of his foot as hard as she could. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Brady screamed in pain and released her. "WHACK!" She threw her right elbow back and nearly took his head off. Brady's muscular body weaved up and back a few times before his knees buckled and gave way. He slumped to his knees and fell against her firm female body when she turned around to finish him off. Sarah caught him so he wouldn't flop to the floor.

Sarah driving her elbow into Brady's surprised face.

"That was very sneaky wimp. It was also very cowardly of you. But I can see why you didn't have the courage to face me like a man. You don't possess the fighting skills it would take to defeat me. In fact, you don't even come close. In your case, it would be like a small child challenging a full grown adult to a fight. You wouldn't stand a chance in hell. The overwhelming odds would be completely in my favor. And the final results would definitely be catastrophic for a pathetic little pussy like you. So attacking me from behind was your only option. Unfortunately, your pitiful attempt to surprise me and win this battle didn't work out to well for you. You ended up on your knees and at my mercy. Which I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to give you. So you're buried in deep shit my pathetic little weakling."

Sarah tilted his head to easily reach his face and drew back her fist. But she changed her mind before throwing the first punch that would begin his total destruction. "I'll tell you what sissy boy. You're butt buddy will probably need some help getting to the hospital. So I'm not going to mangle your face and bust up your puny body. You better thank the Lord I found some compassion before I completely dismantled your sorry ass. Instead, I think I'll put you to sleep with the part of my body you like the best. That should give you a cheap thrill. I think it would be a fitting punishment for a breast man to be smothered unconscious by a females breasts. Don't you wimp? So I'll say nightie night little one." She said smiling.

Sarah wrapped her arms around his head and planted his face deep between her ample breasts. Brady's struggles were weak and useless, due to the fact that he was nearly unconscious before she placed him in her smother hold. His mighty arms feebly pawed at her to break free and suck oxygen into his lungs. But his efforts were in vain. In less then a minute, his thick muscled arms harmlessly dropped to his sides. He was out cold on his knees and sleeping like a baby. Sarah uncoiled her strong female arms and stepped aside to watch him crumble to the floor like a sack of potatoes. His left arm had snagged her gym bag on the way down and it ended up underneath him. She rolled him over on his back so she could retrieve it and finish getting dressed. The sight that greeted her made the beautiful young woman laugh out loud.

Sarah smothering Brady unconscious with her breasts.

Brady's dick was standing tall and straight as a flag pole and straining to break out of it's cloth prison. His thong underwear was barely keeping it from escaping. "I guess you are a breast man wimp. Your puny little dick is standing at attention, even while you're sleeping. I suppose I should take that as a compliment." She said grinning. Sarah dressed and put her soiled gym clothes and towel in her gym bag. She took one last look at the two sleeping muscle men before slipping out the locker room door. She was still smiling when she stepped out to the street for her jog home. Hopefully, the humiliating beating she easily gave the two hunks would detour them from pestering her in the future. If not, she would gladly repeat it any time they liked. Because they were simply no match for the beautiful Sarah and her excellent fighting skills. No match at all.