The Road Trip
By Arby
Rusty beats up the four Midgett brothers


The six year old automobile came over a steep rise on a winding two lane 
blacktop road in the hill country of Eastern Kentucky. The driver, an 
elderly gentleman dressed in overalls and a plaid flannel shirt slowed 
as he saw a solitary figure standing by the side of the road. As he 
neared he could see a motorcycle parked just off the side of the road, 
and the figure who must be the rider standing with thumb extended 
looking for a ride. The rider seemed to be fairly tall and was dressed 
in a denim jacket and blue jeans. The motorcycle helmet was still on the 
rider's head. The old man, afraid of bikers, accelerated as he neared 
the lone figure and rapidly pulled away. The rider cursed softly. "Damn. 
Of all the places for the clutch to blow, it would have to be out in the 
middle of nowhere. I hope I can catch a ride to the next town and see 
about getting the part I need to fix it."  The rider removed the dark 
helmet. Long, flaming red hair streamed down to the cyclist's shoulders. 
A beautiful feminine face with full lips and ice blue eyes looked out 
from under all that red hair. There was a faint sprinkling of freckles 
across the bridge of the rider's nose that added to rather than 
detracted from the rider's beauty. The woman unbuttoned the jacket 
revealing a white cropped tee shirt that emphasized her sizable breasts. 
She heard the sound of another vehicle coming over the rise. She looked 
up and saw a pick-up truck winding down the road. She strode to the side 
of the road and stuck out her thumb again. 

The driver of the pick-up nearly ran off the road when he saw this red 
haired vision standing there with her thumb in the air. "This must be my 
lucky day!" he said to himself.  He skidded to a stop. "Need some help, 
honey?" he asked.  "My bike broke down," she said pointing to the 
Harley. "Could you give me a lift to the nearest town?"  Her voice was 
low and musical.  "Sure, I can" the man said and got out of the truck. 
When the woman saw him she wished he had not stopped. He looked like 
trouble. He was a large man, well over six feet tall and heavily built. 
He was wearing a work shirt and jeans with a large belt buckle. His gut 
extended well over the belt. He looked like he hadn't shaved for several 
days, and from the smell, hadn't taken a bath either. The woman decided 
to make the best of a bad situation. She gave him a dazzling smile and 
said "Thanks a lot. I really appreciate the help. I was beginning to 
think that nobody lived out this way."  "This is farm country, not too 
many houses. You could have been stranded out here for days. Ole, B.D. 
will help you, honey. That's my name. B.D. Midgett."  "Well, thanks 
again, B.D. I'll get the bike and maybe we can load it in the back of 
your truck."  She had not given him her name. The woman turned her back 
to get the motorcycle. B.D. had not had a woman for a long time and he 
was used to just taking what he wanted around there. The woman bent over 
to get the bike pointing her shapely butt right at him.  "Good God, what 
a looker. She sure isn't from around here. I surely would like to have 
me some of that" B.D. thought to himself.  He walked up behind the woman 
and put one large hand on each of her butt cheeks. "You sure got a nice 
ass." 

B.D. said. The woman sprang up from the motorcycle and faced him. "Keep 
your hands to yourself. My ass is not part of the deal" she said. "Now 
honey, ole B.D. is going to help you out, but I need a little pay. I 
haven't had any pussy in a long time and I bet you ain't no virgin. I'd 
even bet you ain't no natural redhead, either"  He laughed as he said 
that showing tobacco stained teeth.  "Whether I'm a virgin or not 
doesn't make any difference, because you won't be finding out. Why don't 
you just get back in your truck and leave. I'll find another way to 
town." "Don't play high and mighty with me, girly. There ain't nobody 
around for miles out here but you and me."  B.D. reached out and brushed 
her breasts. The woman backed up. "You better leave before I get mad!  
You don't want to be here when I get mad. Bad things happen to people." 
"Well I'll be damned. Temper like a redhead too. I'm really goin' to 
like this redheaded pussy." B.D. said. 

The woman was getting upset. "What happened, did your sheep 
die?" she asked sarcastically. "That's probably the only pussy you can 
get."  "Lady, you done made ole B.D. mad. I'm going to fuck you till you 
scream, then fuck you some more."  She continued to back away and he 
followed her. Soon they were down an embankment out of sight of the 
road. B.D. lunged at her, both arms wide open to grab her. He moved 
faster than she thought he could, but she managed to avoid his rush and 
he tripped and fell to the ground. As he rolled around trying to regain 
his footing the woman shrugged resignedly and removed her jacket and 
casually tossed it aside.  B.D. halted right in his tracks with a look 
of absolute surprise on his face. It was not her beauty that caused this 
reaction. He had almost gotten used to that. It was her body. Instead of 
the tall, frail girl with big tits that he had expected to see, this 
woman had muscles like he had never seen before. Huge caps of muscle sat 
on her shoulders pulling her shirt tight against them. She had a wide 
back tapering to a small muscled belly clearly visible beneath the 
cropped shirt. Her legs looked like they were about to burst through her 
jeans, But it was her arms that mesmerized him. Her forearms writhed 
with muscle and large blue veins ran through them. Her biceps looked like 
bowling balls to him again with large veins running across the tops. Her 
triceps resembled triangles of knotted rope on the back of her arms. Her 
hands were curled into big, hard looking fists attached to thick, 
vascular wrists. She could plainly see the effect she was having on him. 
Before he could regain his composure she said still in that low soft 
voice, "I haven't kicked the shit out of an asshole like you in a while. 
This should be fun. So if you still want me, come on sweetheart and take 
your best shot!"  B.D. charged forward reaching out to grab her. This 
time the woman made no attempt to get out of the way. Instead she coiled 
her body and brought her right fist up from behind and below her knees 
and smashed it under his chin. Although B.D. was moving at top speed for 
him, he stopped like he had hit a brick wall. Slowly he toppled over and 
fell on his back where he lay fighting to hold on to a thread of 
consciousness. "Either you have a chin like a rock or I'm losing my 
punch because I thought you would be out like a light" the redhead said 
to the man although it was doubtful that he could hear her. He was 
moaning softly and not moving at all. The woman reached down, took his 
left arm in both hands and lifted it up and away from his body. She 
drove the toe of her motorcycle boot viciously into his armpit. The man 
screamed in pain. She continued to pull the arm up and out putting great 
pressure on his shoulder joint. Perspiration formed on her shirt as her 
own arm and shoulder muscles expanded with the effort. There was a sound 
like tearing cloth as the ligaments in his shoulder were ripped loose. 
The man screamed again. The redhead released his now useless arm and 
slipped her hands under his arms pulling him to his feet.  Her body 
turned bringing her weight toward him and burying her large right fist 
deep in his big belly. B.D. pitched forward and slowly sank to his 
knees. Next he expelled his lunch in one big heave. The woman leaped 
back but not in time. Some of his vomit splashed on her jeans and her 
boots. "You'll have to pay for that, shithead." she growled. B.D. was on 
his knees throwing up what was left in his stomach; strings of green 
mucous were hanging from his mouth. She got him to his feet and once 
again powered that fist deep in his gut. Since B.D. had nothing left to 
bring up he had a case of the dry heaves, and as he sank again to his 
knees he had a great deal of difficulty breathing. He then flopped over 
on his side gasping for air.  "You lose," she said. "You thought I was 
not a natural redhead, and you are about to find out how wrong you were. 
I really get horny beating up assholes."  She removed her boots and 
jeans. As she pulled down her panties, sure enough, thick red pubic hair 
curled between her legs and it was now glistening wet. She rolled B.D. 
on his back and sat down on his chest. "Now be a good boy and use your 
tongue and I might not have to beat you any more" She placed her wet, 
hungry snatch over his face and said "Get to work!"  It was obvious that 
B.D. had never done this before, and it was necessary for the woman to 
keep instructing him. He eventually got the hang of what to do enough 
for her to begin panting and gyrating as her climax neared.  As she 
erupted she screamed at the top of her voice. She continued to sit on 
his face with his nose buried in her pussy until her breathing returned 
to normal.  The woman climbed off his face which was now covered with 
her juices, and got dressed. B.D. was slowly regaining his bearings. 
"Its time to go, but I think we need one more for the road." She lifted 
the man to his feet. As he stood unsteadily in front of her, she grasped 
his shirt in her left hand. Once more that powerful fist smashed his 
vulnerable gut disappearing in the weakened flesh.  "Gut punching is 
fun, but you have been missing your situps, you're like punching a sack 
of feathers".  B.D. was drifting into dreamland when he heard her say 
"This will teach you not to fuck with Rusty!".  He could barely focus 
when he saw her drawing back her fist again. He was spared the pain of 
the last punch as he passed out before she could deliver it.  Looking at 
the man held up only by her strong left hand she realized he was out. 
She glanced back at her cocked fist and said "This is like a samurai 
sword. Once it has been drawn, it has to be used." She held that big 
fist there briefly admiring it and thinking about the agony it would 
cause as it plunged deep in the big man's oversized belly. Smiling,  she 
ripped it deep into his unresisting gut. Blood had already been seeping 
from his mouth, and this bit of viciousness increased the flow to now 
run down his chin.  She dropped the beaten man to the ground. She then 
proceeded to remove his vomit from her boots by wiping them on his 
shirt. When she finished cleaning her boots she reached in his pocket 
and retrieved the keys to the truck. "I don't think you will be needing 
your truck for a while, so I hope you don't mind if I borrow it. I'll 
leave it in town for you. I hope you have a very nice nap. 
Thanks for your help.". She pushed her Harley to the truck. She opened 
the tailgate and found the piece of plywood that B.D. used for a ramp. 
She rolled the bike up the ramp, closed the tailgate and got in the 
truck. 

Rusty drove the pick-up truck following the signs to the town. As she 
neared the town she saw a sign that said "You are now entering Cairo 
Bend, Kentucky pop 22,400. She drove around looking for a repair shop or 
a parts store hoping they would have what she needed to repair her 
motorcycle. She found Martin's Auto Parts store on the south side of the 
town square. The clerk was speechless as the beautiful redhead entered 
the store. She explained what she needed and the clerk was finally able 
to get it together enough to tell her he could order the part from 
Lexington and have it overnighted. It would be there by 7:00A.M. the 
next morning. If this lovely woman had asked him to, he would have 
probably driven the three hours each way and gotten it himself. She 
asked him if he could recommend a good hotel or motel. He gave her 
directions to a Ramada Inn only a few blocks from where they were. As 
she was leaving almost as an afterthought she asked "Do you know a guy 
named B.D. Midgett?".  "Sure I do," the clerk replied. "Everybody knows 
the Midgett boys. He and his brothers live back in the hills."  Rusty 
continued "He let me borrow his truck to bring in my bike. Could I leave 
the keys with you?".  The clerk looked at her more closely "Where is 
B.D.? Its not like him to let anybody drive his truck."  "When I drove 
away he was sleeping peacefully. I'm sure when he wakes up in a little 
while he will want his truck. He knows I will leave it here in town for 
him."  "Then I guess it will be O.K." the clerk said. He pushed the 
Harley to the back room and locked it up. "Do you need a lift to the 
motel?" he asked. He was looking for any excuse to prolong his time with 
this gorgeous redhead. 

"Thanks, but it is such a nice day, I think I would enjoy the walk. I'll 
see you first thing in the morning.  She swung her saddlebags over her 
shoulder and set off for the motel. 

It only took a few minutes of brisk walking to arrive. It was a very 
modern four story structure only about two years old. Rusty approached 
the middle aged woman sitting behind the counter. "I'd like a room for 
the night, please" she said. The woman looked at her disapprovingly 
after seeing the way she was dressed. However, Rusty turned her dazzling 
smile on her and the woman grudgingly pushed the registration card 
across the desk to her. She filled out the card. Name: Rusty Walters. 
Address: New York City: Occupation: Financial Consultant. After reading 
the card the woman seemed to have a change of attitude. "Are you really 
a financial consultant on Wall Street?" the woman asked. "Something like 
that." Rusty smiled at the woman again. "How long will you be with us 
Ms. Walters." "Just tonight. My transportation broke down and it will be 
ready tomorrow morning."  "Room 117, around by the pool. Enjoy your 
stay" finally the woman smiled back. Rusty found her room. It was much 
nicer than the motel room she had lived in for a long time at one point 
in her life.  She put down her saddlebags and prepared to change. 

About the time Rusty was checking in to the motel, B.D. Midgett was 
beginning to stir. As he came fully awake he felt a searing pain in his 
torn shoulder, and as he got to his feet his belly hurt so much he could 
not stand fully erect. He had to move bent over slightly from the waist. 
He stumbled away from the road cutting through the hills to the house 
where he lived with his three brothers. He had to stop and rest several 
times, he was so debilitated from the beating he had received. At last he 
staggered through the yard and in to the house. He got to his bedroom 
and collapsed on the bed having stopped in the kitchen only long enough 
to take four aspirin tablets and wash them down with a liberal shot of 
whiskey. His damaged shoulder was throbbing. He had a large welt on his 
chin surrounded by an even larger bruise. Cautiously he opened his shirt 
and looked at his belly. It was a mass of black and blue where the 
woman's fists had landed, and it was so tender he could barely stand to 
touch it.  He laid on the bed for quite a while when finally the aspirin 
took effect. He immediately took four more again washed down with 
whiskey. He heard the sound of vehicles coming signalling the arrival of 
his brothers. He heard them come in the house.  He called out to them 
and they came to his bedroom. "We didn't know you were here. We didn't 
see your truck."  Then they got a good look at him. "Jesus Christ, man 
what the hell happened to you?" said Ethan the oldest. "You ain't goin' 
to believe it when I tell you. I'm not sure I believe it myself, yet." 
B.D. proceeded to tell his brothers what happened. When he finished 
Ethan said "You mean a woman did this to you? That really is hard to 
believe."  B.D. replied "This ain't no ordinary woman let me tell you. 
She is the most beautiful thing I ever seen around here, but when she 
took off that jacket, I couldn't believe what she looked like. She had 
muscles like I never saw before. Bigger than most men, I'll tell you 
that for certain. Big and hard. Bigger and harder than mine or even 
yours, Alvin. On top of that she has a punch like a mule's kick. I never 
been hit so hard in my life, and you all know I've been in a lot of 
scraps. She beat the shit out of me. She could have killed me if she 
wanted to and there was nothin' I could do to stop her. She even made me 
lick her pussy and I ain't ever done that for any woman before. The last 
thing I heard before I went under was her name which was Rusty, which I 
guess comes from her red hair." "Do you know where she went?" asked 
Alvin the youngest, biggest and meanest of the brothers. "She wanted to 
get her motorcycle fixed, so I guess she probably took my truck to town. 

"Well we need to get you fixed up, then we'll all drive into town and 
pay this Rusty woman a little visit." Ethan said.  They loaded B.D. into 
Alvin's truck and headed for the medical clinic. 

Rusty turned on the radio in her room and got undressed. Her muscles 
were still tense and pumped from the fight with B.D. She took a long, 
hot shower. She finally started to relax after several minutes of 
soaking. She washed her hair while she was in there.  After about thirty 
minutes she finished and dried off. She got clean clothes out of her 
saddlebags and laid them out on the bed. She turned and saw her 
reflection in the mirror. She had never considered herself a great 
beauty, but almost everyone else who had seen her did. She thought her 
strong jaw and her aquiline nose affected her looks. She did think the 
sprinkle of freckles across her nose was sexy, though. She regarded her 
body critically in the mirror. She had not had a chance to work out 
since she had been on this trip. However her body still appeared strong 
and hard. She knew her weight was still one hundred and seventy four 
pounds. Since she was five feet ten inches tall, she carried that weight 
well. "Muscle weighs more than fat" she smiled to herself. She flexed 
her biceps, turning her head to look at each one. The last time she had 
measured them they were nineteen and one quarter inches. "I used to 
think they were big when they were sixteen inches," she remembered. At 
that time she only weighed one hundred fifty seven pounds. In the last 
eighteen months she had put on seventeen pounds of solid muscle and 
added three and one quarter inches to her biceps and three inches to her 
thighs. Her weight lifting routine was really paying off. She ran her 
hands over her large breasts and down to her flat, defined stomach. From 
there she rubbed her hands on her huge thighs which now measured twenty 
nine inches.  She radiated beauty, power, and sex. No one who saw her on 
the street would ever guess that she made a very good living beating 
people up, but it was true. She worked as a collector for a loan shark. 
They also would not believe she loved her work. Deep down inside this 
gorgeous woman was a brutal destroyer of men. She loved to break them, 
hearing them beg and plead for mercy, which she never showed them. Rusty 
had fallen in love once not too long ago, but that had not worked out, 
and that is another story.  "I should have taken it easy with that jerk 
this afternoon. I don't need any trouble with the locals while I'm here. 
But, I'll bet he won't attack another woman again." She checked the 
jeans that she had taken off before her shower. They were splattered 
with B.D.'s vomit. "Yuck," she said holding them out away from her. "The 
next time I gut somebody, especially a fat slob like that, I have to 
remember to get out of the way. Now I have to wash these jeans to try to 
get his puke out of them. He really did let it fly, though, didn't he."  
Rusty sat down to brush her hair. The muscles in her arms bunched and 
danced as she gave the necessary strokes to her hair.  When she finished 
brushing, Rusty realized she was hungry. She checked the time and found 
it was just after 6:00P.M. She decided to get dressed and find a place 
to eat. She did not feel like eating in the motel dining room. She put 
on fresh jeans that clung to her big muscular legs like a second skin. 
It was a pain to buy jeans. In order to get them to fit her legs she had 
to buy them several sizes to large for her twenty five inch waist. Then 
she had to have them taken in considerably in the waist. As she looked 
at how good they looked on her, she knew it was worth the effort. She 
slipped on a blue and white halter top that exposed her big shoulders 
and arms as well as her flat, muscled belly. The denim jacket went on 
over it. She tied her hair back with a blue bandanna. She even applied 
some makeup. "Might as well impress the homeboys," she grinned at the 
mirror as she put on the finishing touches.  Rusty remembered seeing a 
small tavern on the way to the motel and decided to go there to eat. 



The tavern was not crowded as Rusty entered. There were a few men there 
whom she guessed were farmers by the way they were dressed. and a few 
men from town. There were two women standing there with bored looks on 
their faces. They were the waitresses waiting for the evening crowd to 
start to arrive. Rusty walked to the bar and sat down. All eyes in the 
place were on her. It was obvious they didn't see women who looked like 
her come in there very often. A young bartender rushed over. "Hi, there. 
You must be new in town." Rusty just stared at him. "Could I see a menu, 
please?" she asked in her low voice. "And give me a beer, whatever you 
have on draft." The bartender hurried away and returned with a frosty 
mug of beer. Rusty ordered a cheeseburger. She sipped her beer as she 
waited for her food. She knew all the men were staring at her, but she 
was used to it. She finished her meal and ordered another beer. By now 
the tavern had begun to fill up and the noise of many conversations and 
the clack of balls from the three pool tables fill the air.  Suddenly 
all conversation halted. Even the pool players ceased their play. Four 
burly men were standing just inside the door, and one of them with his 
arm in a sling was gesturing and pointing toward the bar where Rusty 
sat. She was able to see all of this without turning her head by 
watching in the mirror behind the bar.  The man in the sling was B.D. 
Midgett and the other three were obviously his brothers. The family 
resemblance was easy to spot. All were close to the same size, over six 
feet, burly with large arms, chests and guts hanging over big belt 
buckles. When B.D. moved he still hunched over from the waist, the welt 
and bruise on his chin were clearly visible. He was now pointing and 
talking in a very animated fashion. Rusty continued to sip her beer as 
if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. The four men moved across 
the tavern toward her but Rusty continued to face the bar, away from 
them. They came to a stop directly behind her. Rusty continued to ignore 
them and sip her beer. Finally Ethan reached out and tapped her on the 
shoulder. She still kept her back turned and still sipped the beer. 
Ethan said "Hey you! Turn around, we want to talk to you. Rusty reached 
back and lifted his hand from her shoulder and let it drop. She turned 
slowly on her barstool to face the four men.  "Are you the bitch that 
hurt our brother" Alvin snarled. Rusty coolly looked each man up and 
down before she answered. "Well, yes and no." Rusty said in her calm, 
low voice. "What the hell do you mean, yes and no?" Ethan snapped.  
Rusty had a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Yes I 
hurt him and no, I am not a bitch and I don't appreciate you calling me 
that".  Her eyes swung to B.D. who was standing slightly behind his 
brothers. "Hello, B.D. did you find your truck O.K. I want to thank you 
for letting me use it. I hope you're feeling better than the last time I 
saw you. Was it alright for me to leave it at Martin's?"  B.D. could not 
meet the stare of the woman who had humiliated him. His eyes cast down 
to the floor.  "YYYess, I-I found it." he stammered.  "Enough about the 
damn truck," Alvin shouted. "Nobody hurts one of our family and gets 
away with it. You are going to pay for that now, bitch."  "Please don't 
call me bitch." Rusty said. "If B.D. told you the truth then you know 
that he attacked me and I just defended myself. Since he was in no 
condition to answer, I thought I would be alright if I borrowed his 
truck to bring my bike in for repairs."  Alvin's voice went up another 
notch. "Dammit, I said enough about the fuckin' truck! We're here to 
even the score for B.D."  The third brother J.B. had said nothing to 
this point. "Why did you beat him up so bad?" he asked Rusty. "I tend to 
get really pissed off when somebody tries to rape me, so I must admit I 
enjoyed doing it."  Alvin jumped in with, "He says you were askin' for 
it shovin' your tits in his face when he stopped, and then stickin' you 
ass out at him when he got out of the truck.  So we are going to kick 
your ass the way you kicked his, then fuck you right on that pool table 
over there, to make up for you makin' him eat your pussy."  The patrons 
in the bar were shocked by the language and this turn of events. Several 
rushed out the door not wanting to have any part in what they thought 
was going to be a mugging and rape by the Midgetts. Rusty looked at B.D. 
again. "If you brought these morons here, B.D. to cause trouble, I'm 
going to be very angry. You know what happens by now when I get angry, 
don't you? Well I'm mad now. I told you before that when I get mad 
people get hurt. Keep that in mind. When it is over, I'm coming for you 
again. Remember what it was like last time. If you're smart you'll take 
these donkeys and get out of here."  B.D. actually backed up several 
steps while trying to meet her gaze.  "Enough talk," Ethan growled. 
"Prepare to be put in your place bitch, which is on your back with your 
legs spread." Rusty stood up and began to leisurely remove her jacket. 
"If you keep calling me bitch, I'm gonna really be pissed off."  As the 
jacket came off there were several audible gasps around the tavern as 
her awesome musculature was exposed to the customers for the first time.  
Rusty called the young bartender over. "What's your name cutiepie?" she 
asked him. "Terry" he said. "Terry I want you to hold my jacket for me 
while I take care of these assholes, can you do that?"  Terry's eyes 
were glued to her massive arms. "Yes ma'am, I sure can" he said. He 
took the jacket, carefully folded it and placed it under the bar. Rusty 
turned back to the Midgetts. "Now where were we? Oh, yes, you dorks are 
going to beat me up and rape me. I suggest you either hit the road or 
get started. B.D. remember what I promised you when I finish with Larry, 
Curley, and Moe, here."   Rusty stepped away from the bar to the middle 
of the room. She had a very confident swagger to her walk as if she were 
alone on a beach. 

The three uninjured brothers began nervously circling her while B.D. hung 
back near the door. All at once all hell broke loose. J.B. and Ethan 
lunged at her simultaneously from opposite sides. Rusty pivoted and 
drove her boot in to J.B.'s knee. There was a loud crack and he cried 
out and fell to the floor grabbing his knee. She spun to meet Ethan as 
their bodies collided. The force of the collision drove their bodies to 
the floor.  Rusty wrapped her legs around Ethan's waist and began to 
squeeze with all the power of her monstrous thighs. At first nothing 
happened, then as she continued to send jolts of power from those legs, 
Ethan began to moan in pain. His moans became louder. Alvin had gone 
over to check J.B.'s leg.  Rusty continued to grind her powerful thighs, 
trapping Ethan's body in a vicious vice. He was having great difficulty 
breathing, he was almost unconscious.  Rusty looked up from her task and 
saw Alvin approaching. "You bitch, you broke my brother's leg. I'll fix 
you for that!".  Rusty released Ethan from the crushing scissors and 
scrambled to her feet. Ethan lay on the floor wheezing.  Rusty faced 
Alvin, the biggest and meanest of the three. "How many times do I have 
to tell you not to call me bitch. You're making me very angry."  Rusty 
said to Alvin.  Alvin swung his huge fist at Rusty's head. If he had hit 
her the fight would have been over right there, however she managed to 
duck out of the way. Alvin leaped at her again. This time Rusty dropped 
down and took out his legs with a rolling block.  Alvin sailed face 
first into the bar hitting it with a loud thump. He was stunned. Rusty 
quickly dragged him back about three feet, picked him up by the back of 
his shirt and his belt. Her powerful muscles swelling and expanding with 
effort, she swung him head first into the bar again. Blood was streaming 
from several cuts on his head and forehead as he lay sprawled on the 
floor.  Rusty heard Ethan getting to his feet and whirled around to meet 
this new threat.  She stepped in and ripped her big right fist wrist 
deep in his already tenderized middle.  The force of her heavy punch 
lifted the big man up on his toes.  What breath he had been able to 
regain whooshed out of his body with a loud grunt.  Her left fist 
smashed straight into his nose breaking it and causing a large gush of 
blood that splattered on her halter top.  Ethan was in severe pain.  
Rusty's right fist again plowed in to his soft gut. The only sound that 
Ethan made was a soft "uunnnhhh" there was so little air left in his 
body.  As he started to fold up Rusty brought her left around in a big 
roundhouse swing that landed on his jaw with all the force her colossal 
muscles could generate. The loud crack ended Ethan's conscious thought 
and he fell at her feet like a sack of manure and never moved. Rusty 
looked down at Ethan with his broken nose and broken jaw and said "I 
told you not to call me a bitch.". His broken jaw and broken nose gave a 
bizarre look to his face.  "One down" Rusty counted.  She turned to find 
the other two brothers. J.B. was trying to hobble away from her. She 
grabbed him and drove her knee directly up into his crotch. He screamed 
and tried to curl up in a ball on the floor.  Rusty took his right arm 
in both hands and pulled him to his feet. She extended it straight out 
and began to twist it. The large muscles of her arms rippled with power 
as she twisted the arm putting more and more pressure on it.  Finally it 
could withstand no more and it snapped like a twig.  As J.B. opened his 
mouth to scream from the pain, her hard knuckled fist crashed right in 
his open mouth. The crunch of his teeth breaking filled the room. Rusty 
caught him before he fell and held J.B. at arm's length with her left 
hand locked in his shirt front. Slowly she cocked her lethal right fist 
back and held it, enjoying the look of terror she could see in his eyes. 
Then she launched that sledgehammer at his jaw. Nothing could stand up 
to the raw power behind that fist. Rusty could feel the bone give way as 
her fist landed on his jaw.  J.B. would feel no more pain for a while as 
he was out like a light. Parts of four broken, stained teeth lay on the 
floor next to him and his broken jaw wobbled with his shallow breathing. 
"You shouldn't have called me a bitch either." she said as she looked 
down at J.B. "Two down."  Alvin was up on his feet with blood streaming 
down from the cuts on his head the bar had inflicted.  He picked up a 
pool cue and crept up behind Rusty.  He hit her across the back with the 
cue stick. She felt sharp pain in her back and shoulders. Alvin hit her 
with the cue again, knocking her to the floor. He kicked her in the ribs 
as she lay on the floor. Rusty crawled to her knees only to be met by a 
vicious punch on her jaw from Alvin. She fell to the floor again. Alvin 
tried to boot her in the ribs again, but Rusty managed to roll under the 
pool table. Alvin tried to get at her with the pool cue, but he couldn't 
reach her. As he finally dived under the table after her, Rusty slid out 
the other side and got to her feet. Rusty waited for him to get out from 
under the table. her boot flashed out and kicked the pool cue from his 
hands as he came out on her side of the pool table. Rusty was able to 
catch her breath as Alvin got to his feet. "You're the bastard who 
wanted me, so come and get me. You should not have hit me with that pool 
cue. Now you are going to pay dearly for that" she said to Alvin. He 
lurched toward her. Rusty assumed a boxer's stance with both fists 
raised. As Alvin got close enough she began to pepper his face with left 
jabs, dancing around him. Even her jabs packed a wallop. His head rocked 
back from the impact. Her fists beat a tattoo on Alvin's face, landing 
about ten of those jabs. His nose was red, and there were marks around 
each eye where her fist had landed.  Alvin tried to hit her taking a big 
swing with his right. Rusty ducked under it and repeated the sequence 
with her series of left jabs. Alvin's head snapped with each jab, and 
his face was really starting to show the signs of her fist. Again, he 
tried to end the fight by firing what he hoped would be a knockout 
punch. Once more Rusty avoided it. This time she faked her left jab and 
smashed her right directly on his left eye with much greater power than 
she had been using with the jabs. The eye started to swell immediately. 
It would be closed in just a matter of minutes. Rusty went right back to 
her left jabs to his nose and the other eye. Alvin had been the most 
vocal and the most vulgar of the Midgett brothers and Rusty wanted to 
extend his punishment. After all, he had been the instigator of this 
whole fiasco. She faked the jab again and brought her right fist up in a 
vicious uppercut the slashed deep in his exposed gut. This time she had 
learned her lesson. She jumped back as Alvin vomited in an explosive 
burst. He dropped both hands to his wounded belly as he started to slide 
to his knees. Rusty lambasted his right eye with a murderous left hook. 
Alvin pitched forward from his knees to the floor sprawling in his own 
vomit. Rusty grabbed his hair and yanked him up. "Oh, no, big boy, not 
yet. Rusty is not through with you. I'll let you know when it is time to 
go to sleep." She began to slap his face with her open right hand to 
wake him up enough for him to see what was about to happen to him. His 
left eye was now completely closed, a mass of black and purple and the 
other one would be closed shortly. Alvin glared at her out of the slit 
of his right eye that was still open slightly but closing fast. Rusty 
shoved her large right fist right under his nose and said still in her 
low soft voice, "Can you see this?"  She waved the fist in front of his 
swollen right  eye. "Well, you're going to wish you never had."  She 
drew it back behind her and turned her head to look at her own biceps 
and triceps swollen with power ready to launch her fist to destroy the 
rest of Alvin's face. She turned back to see her victim, and a feeling 
of pure joy, and sexual excitement caused a shiver to pass through her 
entire body. Her fist started forward. Alvin could barely see out of one 
eye, but he saw that destructive fist coming and prayed for the first 
time in his life. His prayer was not answered. Rusty's fist splatted 
squarely on his nose squashing it to a pulp. A jet of blood flew through 
the air and hit her chest and belly. Alvin's body would have fallen to 
the floor if she had not held on to his shirt.  "Still not time for you 
to go to sleep." Rusty said almost to herself because Alvin sure could 
not hear her.  She repeated the slaps to his face to revive him. This 
time it took several more than it had to elicit a response from him. 
Finally he groaned and his head lifted up slightly. "I wanted you to 
know that this is what should happen to all assholes like you who think 
you can do anything you want to women."  The remaining patrons of the 
tavern had been watching in shocked silence. That this beautiful woman 
could be this brutal was beyond their comprehension. However, now the 
two waitresses who had been abused by the Midgetts began a slow rhythmic 
applause. Rusty looked at them and smiled and then centered her 
attention on Alvin.  She wound up that big, hard, bloody right fist and 
fired it like a missile at the point of Alvin's chin.  She got all of 
her one hundred and seventy four pounds into it. This was a body that 
could bench press three hundred and fifty pounds and curl two hundred 
pound barbells. In no way could mere flesh and bone stand up to that 
ferocious punch. Her concrete like fist smashed his chin with tremendous 
impact.  It didn't just break, it disintegrated as that brutal fist 
slammed home.  A horrible crackling, splintering sound filled the 
tavern. The jaw hinges on both sides of his face at the TM joint were 
knocked out of place. The bone at the point of his chin that joined both 
jaws together and held them in place was split and broken  The teeth in 
the middle of his lower jaw were smashed to bits and pieces. Rusty had 
released her grip on him as she had started that prodigious blast and 
Alvin sailed backward hit the floor and lay still. Rusty walked over to 
him, stared down and said "You especially should not have called me a 
bitch. You wanted this, so I hope you enjoyed it. That's three down."  
Rusty surveyed the three unconscious brothers. Out of the corner of her 
eye she saw B.D. trying to sneak out the side door. "Hold it right 
there, B.D." she said. "Don't make me chase you, it will only be worse 
when I catch you."  B.D. stopped right where he was. "Come over here!" 
Rusty commanded. With great trepidation B.D. slowly made his way over to 
her.  Rusty put her arm around his shoulders and turned to the 
bartender.  "Hold my jacket for a little while longer, will you hon? 
B.D. and I are going outside to discuss a few things. Please don't 
anybody follow us, we need our privacy. You might consider calling an 
ambulance to haul out the garbage over there on the floor. She pointed 
in the general direction of the three unconscious brothers sprawled out 
on the floor.  Terry nodded his head still speechless from what he had 
just witnessed.  Rusty kept her arm around B.D.'s shoulders and walked 
him toward the door. As they were about to exit the entire bar gave her 
a standing ovation. The Midgetts were well known bullies and the entire 
town had been afraid of them. Now they had gotten what they deserved 
from a very unexpected source. 

Rusty walked B.D. down the sidewalk to a vacant lot half a block down 
from the tavern where she halted.  B.D. was terrified of her.  She stood 
there in the moonlight with the blood of his brothers covering her 
halter top, chest and belly and staining her fists. "Wh-Wh-What are you 
going to do with me." B.D. stammered. "I told you what would happen if 
your brothers caused trouble because of what took place between us, 
didn't I?" 

B.D. was afraid to answer.  "You should have listened to me, B.D., and 
not brought them to the tavern. Now look at them, they're going to wind 
up in the hospital and it's all your fault." Rusty was speaking in a 
soft conversational tone. "I really don't want to hurt you anymore, 
B.D." she said. He saw a ray of hope but it was quickly dashed as she 
continued. "However, what you did was bad so you must be punished. I 
told you I would be very angry if I had to fight your brothers, 
remember?"  He preferred not to remember.  "Now I have to come up with a 
suitable punishment for you."  "P-P-Please don't h-hurt me anymore"  B.D. 
begged.  He was so afraid of this woman he lost control of his bladder. 
Urine was running down his pantsleg.  Rusty saw this and smiled. She 
loved the anticipation of the beating almost as much as the beating 
itself.  However, she was tiring of this cat and mouse game. She was 
circling around B.D. as she spoke to him. She came to a stop right in 
front of him but facing away from him toward the street. "Just give me a 
minute, and I am sure I can think of something suitable."  Rusty 
paused. "I could take it easy on you since I think you've learned your 
lesson, haven't you?"  "Yes I have. I'll do anything you want." he said. 
As she was speaking she was curling her fist into a hard mass of iron. As 
she looked down at that fist she knew she could do anything she wanted 
to and he would be powerless to stop her. "Yes, I could take it easy on 
you, B.D., but I'm not!!"  As she was finishing her last sentence Rusty 
was bending her knees and rotating her shoulders away from the petrified 
man. Now she sprang! Driving with her massive legs, her hips and 
shoulders rotated to supply even more power as her fist sped forward.  
With a sound like a mallet striking a side of beef, her fist went 
burrowing deep into the pit of B.D.'s stomach. Her mighty punch lifted 
him off his feet. When he touched down his legs would not support him, 
and he dropped to his knees.  Rusty got out of the way just in time as 
his dinner and all the whiskey he had been drinking came spewing out of 
his mouth in a projectile spray of half digested food, and green mucoid 
slime. He remained there until there was nothing left to come up, then 
curled up at her feet fighting to breathe. Rusty reached down for him.  
"Come on darlin', you have to get up. We aren't finished yet."  His good 
arm reached out and tried to push her hands away. She just smiled at him 
again and lifted him to his feet.  He could not straighten up. That 
vicious blast to his already damaged stomach had him in severe pain.  
"Time for the second installment" Rusty whispered in his ear as she held 
him up with both hands.  This time she released her left hand and rolled 
it into the twin of the fist she had just hit him with, big, iron hard, 
and caked with Midgett blood.  B.D. was trying to beg but all he could 
do was make croaking sounds. Rusty drove with her big legs again to get 
more power and ripped her fist up into his stomach. His entire body 
shuddered from the impact and he tried to vomit again but there was 
nothing left to come up.  Now blood was coming out of his mouth and 
dripping down on Rusty's hand and wrist.  She let him sink to the ground 
for a few minutes as she heard activity at the tavern location and 
looked to see what was going on.  She saw police cars and an ambulance 
pull up in front of the tavern.  "Good news, honey", she said to the 
moaning B.D.. "Your ride is here so you won't have to drive your truck 
to the clinic."  She helped him up again. B.D. was still hunched over 
holding his belly.  "Can you walk?" she asked, still supporting him. 
B.D. was making those same croaking sounds but nodded his head in the 
affirmative. "You won't be able to in a second", she sighed.  Before he 
could comprehend the consequences of what she had said he heard "Third 
installment".  Rusty unloaded a punch of unbelievable ferocity.  Her 
fist completely disappeared in his stomach.  B.D. was once again lifted 
up in the air. He could make no sound as all the air was punched out of 
him by that awful fist. He collapsed to the ground at her feet out cold 
with bits of his own vomit stuck to his face and his blood flowing out 
of his mouth. "Now that was a gut punch, B.D.. I want to thank you for 
providing the entertainment for the evening."  Rusty said gazing down at 
her latest member of the Midgett clan to be her victim.  She saw that 
the police and the ambulance were still at the tavern. She knew that 
B.D. wasn't going to be awake and moving anytime soon so she walked to 
her motel room.  When she got there she looked up the number of the 
tavern an placed the call. She got Terry on the phone.  "Hi, sweetheart, 
know who this is?". "My God, lady, do you know that this place is 
crazy? These guys are a real mess. Blood is everywhere. They have 
broken noses, and jaws. Alvin's chin is completely shattered. Teeth are 
all over the floor. We've never seen anything like this. Who the hell 
are you, anyway?  You might like to know that everybody here told the 
cops that the Midgetts attacked you, and all this is self defense.  
Nobody liked them. They were bullies, always hassling folks here and 
harassing the women.  We're glad to see them get what you gave them."  
He was talking a mile a minute. "Slow down, cutie. Tell the ambulance 
guys that they need to go to the vacant lot, down the street and get 
B.D. He seems to be taking a nap there. Do you still have my jacket?"  
"You can pick it up anytime you want to. It is here under the bar.  "I 
have something else in mind." Rusty said. "If you bring it over to me at 
the Ramada Inn, I'll make it worth your while. I'm in room 117."  
"Sure, I'll drop it off in about an hour and a half after we close." 
Terry said. "I'll be waiting."  Rusty told him. 

Terry had secretly always admired muscular women. He had picked up any 
magazine he could find with pictures or stories about muscular females 
or bodybuilders. He had gotten an immediate erection when Rusty first 
removed her jacket and he saw her physique.  When she began beating the 
Midgetts to a pulp, he got even harder.  When she sank her fist deep in 
Ethan's belly the first time he couldn't hold back and creamed in his 
pants.  When she landed that bone shattering last punch to Alvin's chin, 
he did it again.  As soon as she left the tavern with B.D. he rushed to 
the back room and changed clothes. He kept a complete change there 
because accidents were frequent with spilled food or drinks. When she 
asked him to bring the jacket to her he was both thrilled and 
frightened.  He had never seen such savagery and brutality displayed and 
it blew his mind that it was this heart stoppingly beautiful, muscle 
babe who had done it.  For him the time seemed to drag by as the 
paramedics attempted to put the Midgetts back together and the police 
officers questioned the remaining patrons and the waitresses.  


Rusty was still pumped up with adrenaline when she hung up the phone.  
She ran a tub full of water in the bathroom and sat down to soak and 
relax. Her halter top had been ruined. It was soaked with so much 
Midgett blood it would be impossible to get it all out. She washed her 
hands getting the blood off her knuckles, then washed her chest and 
belly which had also been hit with the spurts of blood from the three 
brothers.  She finally began to relax as she laid back in the tub and 
let the hot water soothe her body.  At last she got out of the tub, 
dried off, and put on the Ramada Inn robe hanging on the door of the 
bathroom.  She turned down the bed and waited for the arrival of Terry 
the bartender. Her mind drifted to other times and her one love affair. 
Her reverie was interrupted by a timid sounding knock on the door. 

Rusty opened the door of her room and saw Terry standing there holding 
her jacket extended toward her in both arms.  "Here is your jacket, I 
tried to take very good care of it" Terry said to her in a small voice.  
Rusty reached out and took the jacket, but she grasped his hands in 
hers. "You aren't getting off that easily." she said.  "Come on in for a 
few minutes."  She almost dragged him in to the room.  Terry saw the bed 
was turned down. About the same time Rusty said "Fighting always makes 
me horny. I hope you don't have any plans for the rest of the night!" 
She covered his lips with hers in a long lingering kiss. She pushed 
him back on the bed and straddled him.  "Kiss my breasts" she commanded 
opening the top of the robe.  Terry was both very stimulated and very 
scared. He began to kiss and suck on her sizable breasts. They were 
certainly more than a mouthful. He worked his tongue around her nipples.  
He stopped to catch his breath. "Don't you dare stop now!" Rusty said 
huskily.  She tapped her right fist lightly against his jaw. "I might 
get mad if you stop, and you know what that means". However she said 
this with a smile.  Terry saw her fist up close. He couldn't believe how 
big and hard it looked. Seeing it from that distance it looked like an 
anvil. He could understand how it and its twin on the other hand had 
destroyed the Midgetts.  He could clearly see the skinned knuckles and 
he knew all too well how that had happened.  He took that fist in both 
hands and moved it to his lips. he began kissing it and licking each 
ridge of knuckle.  Rusty found that to be unbelievably sensual.  She 
reached back and took his rigid member in her other hand and began to 
stroke it. "Don't you dare cum before I tell you" she whispered. She 
climbed off the bed and removed the robe.  Terry gasped. His dream girl 
was standing right in front of him.  Her muscles flexed and rippled as 
she strode back to the bed. He couldn't take his eyes from her fantastic 
body.  Her massive thighs clenched and flexed as she walked.  Terry 
thought he was in heaven.  Rusty straddled him again completely nude.  
"Where were we?" she asked playfully.  She ripped his pants off, and his 
cock stood straight up, his salute to her.  "I see you must like women 
with muscles!"  She mounted him and he went all the way to the hilt in 
her wet cunt. Rusty began to move up and down slowly. Her vaginal 
muscles tightened on his rod.  Even her vaginal muscles were strong he 
thought as she gripped him and began milking him. She increased the 
pace of her movements.  Terry was just trying to hang on. This 
wonderful, terrifying, beautiful woman was giving him the ride of his 
life. Rusty now was moving frantically.  Suddenly she stiffened as her 
climax hit.  A split second later Terry had the longest and best orgasm 
that he had ever experienced. Rusty left the bed and headed for the 
bathroom. When she came out, Terry marveled at that fabulous body again. 

"That was fantastic!" Terry said. "I still can't get over what you did 
to the Midgett brothers. The whole town was afraid of them. They were 
bullies and used to beat up people just for the hell of it. Everybody 
knows they are involved in the whiskey business, but we were all too 
afraid to do anything about it. Then you came along and just wiped out 
the whole clan. At first I was sure you were going to be another victim 
of theirs.  When you took off your jacket and I got a good look at you, 
I thought you might have a chance. I am embarrassed that I was to 
chicken to offer to help you. Of, course it turned out that you didn't 
need any help.  I hate to admit it but I was really turned on by what 
you did. When I saw your fist disappear in Ethan's belly, I creamed 
myself. By the way, the paramedics had to try to tape Alvin's face 
together just to get him to the clinic. I've seen a lot of fights but 
I've never seen anything like what you did tonight. I'm sorry, I seem to 
be rambling on, don't I?"  Rusty smiled at him. "You better save your 
breath and your energy. You're going to need them both. Are you ready 
for round 2?".  "I sure hope so" he replied as she reached for him and 
pulled him to her breasts again. The whole night went like that. At last 
they dropped into a deep sleep.  Rusty awoke early the next morning, 
quietly got dressed and after writing a quick note for Terry, left the 
room. She paid her bill, grabbed a quick breakfast in the motel dining 
room, and walked to Martin's Auto Parts.  The clerk was there already. 
The part had come in from Lexington and it only took a few minutes to 
install it.  Rusty paid him and prepared to leave.  The word of what 
happened last night must have made the rounds because he couldn't keep 
his eyes off of her and he stuttered and stammered a lot. Rusty mounted 
her Harley and headed out of town. As she halted at a traffic signal, 
she saw the morning newspaper and the headline caught her eye.  She 
dropped a quarter in the machine and removed a paper. The headlines 
read: "Wild Fracas at the Cairo Bend Tavern. A young red haired woman 
was attacked last night by the Midgett brothers, well known local tough 
guys and suspected whiskey runners. When the fight was over, All of the 
Midgetts were hauled away in an ambulance. Ethan, the oldest and the 
head of the clan, had a broken jaw and a broken nose. J.B. The third 
brother had a broken kneecap, a broken arm, a broken jaw and four teeth 
knocked out. Alvin the youngest and biggest suffered the worst injuries. 
Both eyes were damaged and swollen shut, and one zygomatic bone broken, 
his nose was broken, both jaws dislocated, and his chin shattered. B.D. 
the second oldest, was found in a vacant lot just down the street from 
the tavern hemorrhaging from the mouth with suspected internal injuries. 
The attractive redhead disappeared right after the ruckus. She is not 
being sought by the police since every patron at the tavern testified 
that the Midgetts had indeed initiated the fracas, and she fought in 
self defense.  Considering the reputation that the Midgetts have, the 
town owes her a vote of thanks. The Midgetts were transported to the 
Cairo Bend Clinic, but their injuries were so extensive that they could 
not be treated here and were transported to University Hospital in 
Lexington, where the proper specialists are available to give proper 
treatment to their injuries.  All three of the brothers involved in the 
fight in the tavern will require extensive maxillo-facial surgery and 
oral surgery for their faces and teeth. B.D. Midgett the only brother 
not directly involved in the tavern fight will need surgical repair of 
internal injuries. From all reports the young woman escaped with minimal 
injuries if any. Since the fight there has been no sign of the 
whereabouts of the red haired woman.".  Rusty grinned as she read the 
newspaper account or her latest adventure. She stuck the paper in her 
saddlebags and headed out of town. 

About the time Rusty was buying the newspaper, Terry was waking up in 
the Ramada Inn room. At first he thought that Rusty was in the bathroom, 
and called out to her. When there was no answer, he got out of bed and 
went to look for himself. There was no sign of her. As he checked around 
the motel room, he saw that her clothes were gone, and there was a motel 
stationary envelope with his name on it.  He opened it and took out the 
single folded sheet of paper inside. "Hi, cutiepie. By the time you read 
this I will be long gone. I want to thank you for last night, it was 
terrific. I hope that I was not too hard on you. Do not try to find me, 
it could be very dangerous for you.  Who knows, I might be back this way 
again sometime.  I don't think B.D. and his brothers will cause any more 
trouble for residents of your town.  I don't think they'll be out of the 
hospital anytime soon. Take care of yourself. Goodbye, Rusty." Terry sat 
on the bed for a long time holding the letter. He had found the woman of 
his dreams and it turned out to be a one night stand. "I'm afraid she 
had ruined all other women for me. God, what a woman."  He got dressed 
and left the room. Rusty was out of his life, but she would never be out 
of his mind.