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Kandor writes stories that might be too violent for some tastes.
If that includes you, stop reading now.

They might also be too sexy for some tastes. Again, if that sort
of thing upsets and disturbs you, stop reading now.

Kandor has been writing stories for a long time; he's a
professional writer, and has stories for sale, and he writes custom
stories for people. All these stories are from my web site,
and although there aren't any more free Kandor stories there,
there are a lot of other stories, some less violent (some more)
some less sexy (some more), but all stories are in the free zone.

By the way, I've completely redone my news software, because it
was making too great a load on the server. Now the software is
faster, slicker, nicer, decodes pictures better, but is only
available to members. Non members can get free access to news 
via their normal ISP.


Diana the Valkyrie, email me at Valkyrie@diana.announce.com  
Web site: http://diana.announce.com
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A hard man is good to beat

 
SNOW JOB by Kandor 


Jeff pulled into his slushy driveway, sliding to a stop beside his 
house. He hated winter and this one was getting to be a bitch. Six 
inches of new snow last night, temperatures shooting up to near 60 
today, and all of it adding up to one big fucking sloppy mess. He hated 
the thoughts of shoveling the wet, heavy shit from his driveway, but 
knew if he didn't it would freeze tonight and make driving out of it 
tough going in the morning. 

He got out of his car, slipped in the shit and fell to his knees, 
cussing loudly, when he heard someone laugh and then ask, "Shovel your 
driveway mister? You look like you could use some help." 

He turned to bitch at whoever just laughed at him but stopped when he 
saw who it was.  A beautiful teenage girl in a baseball cap stood before 
him, towering above where he knelt in the snow and casting a massive 
shadow over him. She carried a shovel in one hand, a warm-up jacket in 
the other, and wore a tight, midriff T-shirt in the abnormally warm 
weather, a garment that exposed ruggedly-muscled arms and rippled belly. 
Below, she wore very tight, black spandex pants that ended at the knee. 
The girl's thighs seemed a mile long and even covered by her pants, 
seemed to bubble and flex with flowing muscles as she just stood there. 
Even more incredible were a pair of the thickest, most muscled calves 
Jeff had ever seen on a woman, two towers of milky-white power stuffed 
into grey socks and rubber work boots. Jeff gulped and stood up. 

"Jesus, girl," he said to her, pulling himself up to his full five-foot-
five inches only to find himself staring into a pointed and well-packed 
chest. "What are you, 10 feet tall?" 

"No, only six-seven," she said with a laugh, snapping her head to one 
side to toss her long, auburn hair from her pretty face. "That, and I 
work out a lot." 

"No shit," Jeff said sarcastically. Winter put him in a lousy mood.  
"Now get lost, you fucking Amazon." 

"The name's Jeannine, not Amazon, although I like the sound of it," she 
growled darkly at him, her smile evaporating. "Now apologize and give me 
25 bucks to shovel your driveway." 

Jeff stared at her. "Look, honey, I can shovel my own goddam driveway 
and I don't appreciate a snot-nosed young shit like you talking to me 
like that." 

"I said 25," she bristled. 

"And I said I'm not interested," Jeff said. "Now go back to the 
kindergarten gym where you came from, you musclebound bimbo." 

He stepped toward his house but never made it. A massive, silky arm 
encircled his head and pulled it into a side laced with ropy muscle that 
rudley rubbed Jeff's face through the fabric of her T-shirt. Jeannine 
snapped the headlock on the surprised middle-aged man and waltzed him 
back toward his car. 

"Let's talk business," Jeannine growled, working her big arm around his 
trapped head like a pro wrestler. "Price is $25 now, but for every 
submission I get from you, it goes up another $10.  Got it?" 

"F....fuck...you..." Jeff gagged from the grip of the meaty arm that 
held him tight. 

He realized what a mistake that was as soon as he said it and felt 
Jeannine's impossibly tight arm crunch his head tighter still. The bicep 
bubbled and swelled with angry power, the cap of it digging into Jeff's 
skull.  Through watery eyes, he watched the Amazon's  rippling forearm 
dance  with sinew and muscle as it cradled his crushed jaw. 

"Give!!" Jeannine demanded. 

Jeff held onto her solid hips for support, running his hands down to 
those bursting thighs.  He tried fighting it as long as he could but 
feared the dominating 18-year-old would rip off his head and leave it in 
the melting snow if he didn't submit. 

"I....give....." he croaked, barely able to speak. 

Jeannine let go quickly, and Jeff fell to the ground on his knees. The 
big girl gleefully announced that he now owed her $35 to shovel the 
driveway. He angrily stood and charged her; Jeannine merely braced 
herself on the hood of his car and opened her long legs wide, swallowing 
him up in them as he raced into her. She slammed the giant limbs shut 
with a grunt, and they stood face to face, her's smiling, Jeff's 
grimacing as Jeannine ground his ribs in the potent grip of those teen 
girl thighs. 

"Give it up, mister," she said, gritting her teeth as she recrossed her 
squeaking rubber boots behind Jeff. "These big legs have busted the ribs 
of every guy who dared go out with me! Give it up, pay me my 45 and save 
a trip to the hospital!!" 

"Nooooo...." Jeff howled, throwing his head back. "No...little 
girl...can...do this...." 

"I weigh 265 pounds and work out every day, you puny little puke, I'm 
hardly little," Jeannine barked, wrapping her arms around his head now 
to pull it into her rock-hard chest, where she ground his moaning face 
into the thick muscles of her young tits. 

Jeff could hardly breathe, both from the relentless scissoring legs and 
the boob smother, and tried to mumble his submission. But he couldn't 
talk, either, so he signalled his shameful surrender by wildly waving 
his arms. Jeannine laughed and let go, and again he slumped into the 
snow. 

"Good thing you don't live on a busy street," she said, looking around 
to the road. "Hate to have your neighbors see a grown man grovel like 
you are." 

Jeff knelt quietly, holding his bruised ribs. He lifted his head and 
stared into those monstrous calves rising in muscled magnificence from 
her low rubber boots. He was just thanking his lucky stars he wasn't in 
those calves when the big girl stepped forward and closed his neck off 
in them, crossing the boots and putting horrendous pressure into the 
standing scissors.  He grabbed onto those gigantic lower limbs and tried 
in vain to pull them apart, knowing from the feel of those 20-inch, 
rock-ribbed calves that he wasn't about to even come close. She pulsed 
the thick meat on his neck and stars swirled before his pain-crossed 
eyes. 

"Let's see, it was just 45 so with this little calf crunch, it'll bring 
it up to 55 bucks, am I right?" Jeannine asked, looking down at her 
scissored victim and pumping her potent pipes on his neck. 

"I...give...up...stop...please.." Jeff begged until she mercifully 
sprang open her deadly calves to let him fall face first in the snowy 
mush below. 

"OK, let's get this all wrapped up, so to speak," the giant teen girl 
said, reaching down to easily scoop him up in her long, fiercely-muscled 
arms. "I want to hit other houses before the sun goes down." 

She walked over to the hood of his car and leaned back against it. 
Forcing him to his knees, she rudely slammed his face into the musky 
confines of her spandexed crotch and lightly laced those tremendous 
thighs around it, crossing her bulbous calves on his aching back. To 
relieve some of the pressure on his bending spine, Jeff had to lie belly 
down in the slush. The cold sunk through his clothes and soaked his 
skin. 

"Now, you gonna pay me my 55 bucks, or do I up the ante, say by making 
you pay me 10 more dollars - per thigh?!" she hissed down at him, the 
towering top half of her huge body just about covering the hood of his 
car. "Tell me now, before it's too late." 

He was about to. He knew she was going to slam those titanic thighs on 
his ears and he wanted to avoid it. The words 'I'll pay' were on his 
pursed lips when the most painful headache of his life suddenly set in, 
courtesy of the flaring, thick tubes of muscle that were Jeannine's 
angry thighs. 

"Too late!" she hollered down at him and set about the task of crushing 
his skull. 

Jeff hadn't cried in years, but now found tears running down his 
squashed face as Jeannine leaned backwards on the car, her ponytail 
brushing against the hood, and absolutely pummeled his trapped head. 
Jeff wasn't lucky enough to have her just squeeze; Jeannine was bending 
up her lower legs and snapping them out straight with malicious, 
destructive intent, a maneuver that drilled her 35-inch thighs into his 
mashed noggin over and over again, the seemingly endless meat of them 
quivering on impact and then setting in stony muscle until the next 
thigh-throbbing thrust.  Somewhere in the brutal action, she was also 
grinding her moist crotch against his bruised face. Jeff, between pounds 
of Jeannine's legs, felt her grow wetter and wetter until with one last 
snap of the legs, her thickening thighs nearly exploded her tight pants 
as she hammered out the  hold for a long, steady squeeze and groaned out 
a fiery orgasm against his trapped nose and mouth. He hung onto those 
big limbs for dear life and found to his dismay that the girth of the 
mammoth thighs that swallowed his skull far exceeded his trembling grip. 

Jeannine let him go. As he slid to earth, he banged his face against his 
car's bumper. He heard her cruel laugh above him as he found himself 
inhaling cold slush. He sat up sputtering, every part of his body on 
fire now, particularly his crushed ribs, calf-strapped neck and thigh-
bombed head. 

"OK, pay up, 75 bucks," she said, extending a huge hand in front of his 
teary face. "Better yet, make it a hundred." 

Jeff didn't even argue. He was just grateful it was pay day and he had 
the cash on him. He reached into his pocket and counted off five soggy 
20s, handing them up to the Amazon teen holding the snow shovel. She 
thanked him and started to walk off. 

"Hey," Jeff tried to shout, stopped by the pain coursing through his 
body. "What about shoveling my driveway?" 

"You do it," Jeannine said, giving him a not-so-gentle nudge with her 
size 15 boot in his paunchy midsection before lumbering off down the 
street. "You could use the exercise!"