The Rapist's Next Lesson By Daedalus 98 Tom Fink's next Encounter with the Amazon Tina The nightly drive home from his business afforded Tom Fink lots of time to reflect on each day's events, and he had lots to think about, especially lately. The brutal encounter Fink had weeks ago with the beautiful, blonde, muscular Amazon had left him scarred. The cuts and bruises the mystery woman gave him during that encounter were all healed, but Fink was still dealing with the horrible memories of the muscle woman who had not only destroyed his pride, but almost all of his most prized possessions as well. He had slept very little these days, and he was extremely paranoid, always looking over his shoulder. His business was suffering due to his lack of sleep. The thing really stressing him out was the recording the Amazon possessed of him spilling his guts about the rapes he had committed. There would be no disputing that evidence in a court of law, causing Fink to be subject to the Amazon's every possible twisted whim. It was another long day, and Fink was ready to break open the bottle of whiskey he had just purchased, which was lying next to him on the passenger seat. These days whiskey was the only thing helping him sleep, provided he drank enough of it. Fink started to think about the Amazon, a familiar wave of dread coming over him as he knew the time would come when he would see her again. He had even purchased a gun, practicing at the firing range in anticipation of that eventuality. Fink pulled into his driveway waiting for the garage door opener to complete its job. Once in the garage he grabbed his whiskey, and exited the 2012 Corvette slowly closing the car door, while simultaneously looking around. He quickly activated the garage door opener ensuring the heavy door was shut and secure. Thinking about the powerful woman who had attacked him, he surmised that she could easily lift the heavy door open. He briskly walked inside the house, break- ing open the whiskey bottle. The doorway from the garage led to a spacious kitchen area. He turned on the kitchen light, and started to take a drink when he saw HER sitting at the table. Fink dropped the bottle of whiskey on the hard floor immediately frozen with fear. Fink did not even react to the noise of the bottle exploding into a million pieces. "Hello WORM, did you miss me?" asked Tina Thomas seated in a chair at the kitchen table. The beautiful, blonde-haired Swedish Amazon sat with her tanned muscular arms, and legs crossed, her striking blue eyes staring intently at him. Fink looked as if he had seen a ghost, his face turning pale, with sweat starting to form on his brow. She looked as if she had come straight from the gym dressed in a T-shirt, shorts and workout shoes. Recovering from his initial shock Fink started for one of the kitchen drawers. "Looking for this?" Tina asked holding a snub-nose revolver by the trigger guard dangling the weapon with a single, muscular, tanned finger. Fink stopped dead in his tracks, that familiar wave of fear again permeating his puny body. The little worm wondered what she had in store for him this time. Tina worked the cylinder latch with her right thumb, and then quickly jerked the gun left, opening the cylinder. She then tilted the revolver up toward the ceiling, dumping the bullets into her powerful left hand. "You weren't thinking about shooting me ... were you Worm?" Tina asked jerking the gun quickly to the right closing the cylinder, the latch locking it back in place. Fink started to answer, but stopped, remembering the brutal punishment he had received for making any noise that displeased her. Tina put the bullets in her shorts pocket for safekeeping. The Amazon beauty then bent the trigger of the weapon with her powerful fingers ensuring that it would no longer be any threat. "I didn't think so WORM!" Tina answered for Fink, tossing the now useless weapon on the kitchen table. Fink was oddly turned on by the finger dexterity Tina demonstrated. "I totally despise guns WORM, do not ever get another one!" she warned. Trying to muster enough courage Fink asked, "What do you want..." he hesitated not knowing what to call her. Tina had not told him her name, of course. "You can call me "Teacher", WORM!" she yelled. Fink flinched when she responded, as her voice was so booming and powerful. "I have another lesson for you WORM!" she started to explain. "It's very simple even for your pea-sized brain to comprehend; you get in that nice car of yours, and meet me at the old Braddock Farm tomorrow at 2 pm sharp." Tina ordered. The Braddock Farm had been abandoned for years; it was also in the middle of nowhere. Fink could only imagine what she had in store for him there, he did know that she had his balls firmly grasped in her hand, and all she would have to do was squeeze. "You will come to our lesson alone and unarmed," she added, gesturing to the gun on the table. Tina pulled out a micro tape recorder from her shorts pocket. "You do remember this, don't you WORM?" Fink stared at the tiny, familiar device (which contained his admission of the heinous crimes he committed against his victims). How could he forget, if that recording fell into the hands of the authorities his pathetic life was over. The tanned, muscular beauty stood up. "Tomorrow at the old farm, 2 pm sharp, and don't be late, BITCH!" she reminded him, now standing in front of Fink. She looked down on the worm wanting to end it right then and there. She reared back with her huge right fist as if to deliver one of her monster blows. Fink flinched, a reaction caused by their last encounter. Tina laughed lowering her fist. "You are such a pussy, you little WORM!" she taunted him walking out the door. Fink called in sick the next day, and was on his way to meet his teacher at the old farm. Fink sure could have used that whiskey the night before, as he didn't sleep much. The little man could barely keep any food down either; his stomach was in knots in anticipation of what fate awaited him this afternoon. The region received heavy rains late that morning leaving some roads flooded. The flooding had slowed up traffic, which added to Fink's stress. It was 1:30pm, and he was caught in some heavy traffic, of course! The old farm was truly where no one could help him. That thought made Fink feel nauseated and ready to vomit. Fink shrugged it off. Finally, traffic started moving slowly, gradually speeding up. He accelerated the sleek Corvette dodging in and out of traffic with the skill of a racecar driver. Finally with about 2 minutes to spare he pulled up to the old farmhouse. Waiting outside in front of the house was Tina. She was barefoot, and dressed like Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazzard movie complete with cut off blue jean shorts, and red, sleeveless T-shirt revealing her sexy and sensual muscularity. Her sexy, muscular legs looked as if they could crush a small boulder; her body was a true piece of art. Fink slowly and timidly got out of the car. "So you decided to show Worm!" she exclaimed. "I thought you might be foolish and try to run away in your little car!" Fink walked up to her "I'm here and on time," he replied, being careful not to anger her. Fink had forgotten how tall the blonde Amazon really was. Tina walked passed Fink, and over to the beautiful sports car. She brushed her fingers along the body inspecting the car's sleek lines and design. "All right WORM let's start our lesson," she suddenly said. Tina walked over to a box lying on the porch. She opened it up, fishing out a roll of duct tape. "Give me the keys WORM!" Tina ordered walking over to Fink with an outstretched hand. Looking at her stunned Fink asked, "What are you going to do to my car?" Tina's answer came in the form of a blow that brought the little man to his knees. Grabbing him by the hair she stood him up, and then lifted him off the ground by his armpits, as high as her muscular arms could reach. Fink's small feet were dangling in the air like a rag dolls. Tina didn't even break a sweat giving Fink a "lift" as she replied, "Whatever the fuck I want to do, WORM!" The Amazon woman lowered the puny man back to the ground. Fink immediately handed Tina the keys to his precious car. She walked over to the vehicle opening the passenger door. "Get in right now, WORM! Tina ordered as she grabbed Fink by his shirt shoving him in the car, right into the passenger seat. Tina started wrapping duct tape around Fink and the gray, leather seat. After several turns with the strong tape Fink's upper body and legs were well secured to the seat, again Tina did not gag Fink's mouth. She sat down in the driver's seat next to him, admiring the black and gray interior, especially the dash. "This is a real nice car... one which you do not deserve, WORM!" Tina said turning the ignition key. The powerful car started right up, its impressive engine purring like a powerful jungle cat. Tina's bare foot stomped on the gas pedal over revving the engine; she would repeatedly let up, and then slam her powerful foot down on the pedal. "So how do you like that, you little asshole!" Tina asked slamming her foot down again. "I like it just fine teacher." Fink replied. Tina smacked Fink hard across the face. "Don't be a smart-ass WORM!" the Amazon warned. "Let's go for a little ride, pussy-boy!" she said putting the car in drive. Tina paused for a second before proceeding. "What's the matter you little rapist, didn't you ever learn to drive a stick?" she mocked. She lowered the windows then slammed down on the gas. The powerful sports car barreled forward moving like a banshee, headed toward the fields that used to be the old farmer's crops. They were now just open fields of dirt (mud at the moment due to the recent rains) shrubs, and other debris, due to years of neglect. She started doing donuts in the field not caring that she was trashing the vehicle's undercarriage or kicking up mud onto them, and the plush interior of the expensive automobile. The car bounced furiously due to the rough terrain causing Fink to close his eyes. Tina kept driving the sports car round and round in the field. She briefly saw from the corner of her right eye that the worm looked pale, as if he might hurl. The Amazon was amazed that he didn't say a word, not even a whimper. Suddenly the car ran into a pile of old wood, causing a loud crash. Tina did not give a shit that the collision had flattened both front tires, and damaged the front end. The Swedish beauty violently put the car in reverse, and then headed back to the front of the house. The crippled vehicle's two flat tires slowed it down, however that didn't stop Tina from crushing the gas pedal down to compensate for this fact. The once purring jungle cat now sounded considerably less fierce following Tina and Fink's joyride. Once back in the front yard Tina mercifully turned off the car, and then stared at Fink with her big, sea blue eyes. "Was that fun or what Worm?" she asked the helpless rapist. Fink did not say a word to this Amazonian version of Daisy Duke. She again smacked him hard across his face. "Answer me, you little piece of SHIT!" Fink just stared at the sexy, blonde muscle woman - what did she want him to say? Tina smacked his face again this time leaving a welt. Clearly annoyed by his defiance Tina got out of the sports car. She walked over to the open box on the porch, and dug out a sledge hammer, and the meanest pair of stiletto heels Fink had ever laid his beady eyes on. They were red with at least 6-inch spiked steel heels, complete with steel tips. Tina cradled them in one of her sinewy arms, bringing them next to the now muddy, and banged-up vehicle. She made sure to walk through a huge mud puddle along the way. She walked next to the passenger door smiling at Fink. "Now the real fun starts, WORM!" Tina jumped up on the hood of the car with her mud-covered bare feet and started to rock the car back and forth with her body. She then began jumping up and down on the hood causing massive dents as she landed on the metal. She made her way to the roof of the car doing the same thing, causing even more damage to the vehicle's body. Tina's muddy feet left prints as she continued to punish the car with hard landings courtesy of powerful leaps in the air propelled by her muscular arms and legs. She continued doing this as she heard Fink's protests from inside the car. Tina was fueled knowing that what she was doing caused Fink so much pain. The Amazon jumped off the car and into a nearby mud puddle, splashing mud all over the helpless rapist's face and lap. She walked over to the steel hammer and heels. Tina put on the pair of sexy, deadly-looking spiked heels then walked back to the car. Standing next to the passenger side she removed one of her shoes, and then without warning slammed the metal heel into the windshield. Fink instinctively jerked his head away to protect his eyes. The heel had penetrated the glass, causing cracks to emanate from the impact point. Tina removed the heel, put the shoe back on, and leaned into the passenger side. "I'm now going to test my new heels on your nice car. What do you think of them, you rapist worm?" Fink kept quiet, the familiar look of desperation and sadness came over his battered, muddy face. Tina again climbed onto the vehicle walking on the hood and roof leaving dents with her heavy steps. The high heels accentuated her huge, powerful legs, and calves. Tina really wanted to make Fink suffer, so she started to drag the metal spikes into the paint, her heels digging into the surface as she repeatedly walked back and forth on the car. The sound of metal on the fiberglass was too painful for Fink's ears to bear. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" she hear could Fink screaming at the top of his pathetic lungs. Tina didn't respond with punishment for Fink's breach of the rules, she just dug her steel heels into the car longer and harder making sure to leave deep gashes. Tina jumped off the car flawlessly landing by Fink who was now sobbing. "Stop crying you little baby!" Tina yelled, raising her left hand ready to strike. Fink again flinched, anticipating the painful impact of her massive hand. "Does it hurt having who you are taken away?" she asked. Fink stopped his blubbering, and looked up at his teacher. "How do you think those women felt when you took away who they were?" Tina asked thinking about Lori. "I'm sorry! TRULY SORRY for what I did to those women!" Fink screamed. Tina just looked at the pathetic worm sitting in the passenger seat wrapped up with duct tape. "I do not think you're sorry enough, not yet at least!" she replied kicking off her shoes, now going for the sledgehammer. "Let's see how sorry you truly are!" Tina exclaimed, hammer now firmly in the crushing grasp of her massive hands. Tina raised the hammer over her head striking the roof, causing even bigger dents than before. Fink was a helpless, little bitch watching the show with his front-row seat. Tina smiled at the damage she was causing with the hammer. The Amazon tirelessly punished the car's roof with the huge hammer, creating more damage with each successive blow, almost caving it in on Fink! The hammer-wielding Amazon then hit the already cracked windshield completely smashing it in. The sexy, muddy, muscular beauty then walked to the front of the Corvette, working her way around the entire car leaving huge dents with the steel hammer as she went. She smashed the back window, both mirrors, and all the lights. Tina didn't stop or slow down until the exterior of the car was an unrecognizable mess. She stopped and took a second to enjoy her handiwork. Tina felt pumped up, showing off the vascularity of her muscles. She dropped the hammer, picked up her shoes, and used one of them to slash the two rear tires. Tina then opened the heavily dented driver's side door, and got back into the seat. Fink looked at Tina, helpless and horrified. "You're truly sorry when I say you're truly sorry, you little bitch!" Tina informed him putting the stilettos back on her muddy feet. Sitting up in the driver's seat Tina grabbed onto the steering wheel with both hands. "I hate this fucking steering wheel!" she said, easily ripping it out with her huge arms, and then tossing it out the window. She pushed the seat back as far as it could go. "Now it's time for the final part of this lesson!" she told Fink. Without missing a beat she started to kick the dash with her heels. Her powerful, muscular legs drove the long metal spikes deep into the dash destroying the precise and delicate instrumentation. Tina made quick work of all the gauges ensuring they were totally smashed and unusable. She then turned her attention to the rest of the instruments, spearing the interface panel, breaking it apart with her heels. Her strong, tireless, muscular legs, and stiletto-clad feet had trashed the entire dash, and all the other controls. There were broken pieces all over. Tina stopped and rested for a second looking over at Fink. Fink's face was totally blank, his puny body lifeless. Without saying a word Tina got out of the car, removed her heels, and went to work on the leather driver's seat. Tina dug the sharp metal heels into the seat ripping the leather to shreds. Tina then used the heels to cut Fink loose from his bonds. She opened the passenger door, and kicked Fink out onto the muddy ground. She shredded the seat he was sitting in, finishing the job. Tina got out of the car and walked over to Fink. The Amazon picked him up off the ground, leaning him up against the trashed car. "Now you're sorry, you fucking rapist WORM!" she said to the little man who could barely stand up had it not been for Tina. The Amazon picked him up, put him over her massive shoulder, and carried him to the back of the house. Waiting there was a 1973 AMC Gremlin. Scratched into both doors of the old pea-green car was the phrase "I AM A RAPIST". "Here is your new ride Worm, a car fit for a rapist!" Tina mocked. "Now when you drive around town people will know who you really are!" Tina laughed, walking over to another vehicle parked near the Gremlin with its engine running. In the driver's seat was Tina's friend Lori Minton. Tina got into the vehicle. "Bye, bye you rapist ASSHOLE!" they both yelled laughing at his pathetic form. The ladies drove to the front of the house, picked up the heels, and the hammer, then sped off, headed for town leaving Fink alone with his new chariot.