The Road Trip Part 2 By Arby Rusty takes on the Bayou Devils The highway wound through the gentle rolling hills of the Mississippi countryside to give way to the flat, fertile farmland on its way to the delta country and then across to New Orleans. A solitary motorcycle made its way at a leisurely pace, the rider enjoying the scenery. The roar of approaching engines caused the cyclist to turn and look back. A group of twenty five or so motorcycles were closing rapidly and the cyclist pulled over to let them pass. As they zoomed by the lettering on their vests and jackets was clearly visible, "Bayou Devils" it read. Everyone had heard of them. They were the toughest motorcycle gang in three states. They were rumored to be heavily involved in the narcotics trade in the south and their reputation for violence was well deserved. Several murders and beatings had been attributed to them over the years, but no had been willing to testify, therefore no charges had been filed against them. At this time they were far from their bases of operations which were New Orleans and Biloxi unless they were on a road trip, or had some specific reason for being in this sparsely populated area of the state. The rider shrugged and after they had passed by, started up the Harley-Davidson and resumed travel. Checking the time on a handsome Rolex watch, the cyclist noted that it was slightly after one o'clock in the afternoon. "No wonder I'm hungry. There has to be a place to eat around here somewhere" A few minutes a diner appeared in the distance. However as the Harley got closer, the motorcycles of the Bayou Devils were parked outside. Not wanting to take a chance on having a problem with the bikers the cyclist moved on. About twenty minutes later another roadside diner was in sight. The parking area was nearly empty so the rider pulled in, removed the darkly tinted helmet and left it on the seat of the Harley. The famished rider entered the cafe. The cyclist had just placed the lunch order when the sound of several engines was heard in the parking lot. The Bayou Devils had arrived. As they dismounted they noticed the Harley in the parking lot and noted that it was the same one they and passed earlier. The rowdy bikers entered the diner with their leader Big Ed McCauley in front. His name didn't do justice to him. He was six feet five inches tall and weighed in at two hundred and sixty pounds. He was wearing a Bayou Devils vest over a dirty tee shirt, jeans and motorcycle boots. He had a dark beard that looked like it hadn't been trimmed in quite a while. He was the leader because he was the meanest and toughest man in a very mean and tough gang. Right up in the front with him was his current woman, Carla Lopez. She held that position because she had beaten his former girlfriend to a bloody pulp in front of the whole gang. She was attractive in a hard sort of way, with long black hair, that for now was in a ponytail. Carla was a big girl, 5'9" tall and about one hundred fifty pounds. She also had a reputation as quite a brawler and most of the men in the gang would be afraid to take her on. She wore a cut off tank top and jeans with motorcycle boots. The red bandanna around her head gave her almost an Indian look. Big Ed's eyes scanned the diner. He immediately spotted the owner of the Harley sitting at the lunch counter. Without the helmet, long red hair fell down over wide shoulders and back halfway to the waist. "Well, I'll be damned. It's a woman, and a damn purty one at that. We'll have to check her out after we eat." Carla's eyes narrowed at that comment. She was very jealous as well as hot tempered. One of the bikers spoke up. "I hope this place is better than the one up the road, or we'll have to trash this one too." The bikers made their way to the tables in back, and immediately began to give the waitresses a hard time. As they ate, Big Ed couldn't keep his eyes or his conversation off the redhead at the counter. Finally Carla had heard and seen enough. She always went after any woman who eyed Big Ed or vice versa. She strode purposefully to the counter. "It's time for you to move on, Red. Your presence is not needed here anymore.". Without turning the woman replied, "I'm leaving as soon as I finish my lunch." "You're finished now!" Carla snapped. She reached out and knocked the plate off the counter, breaking the plate and spilling its contents all over the floor behind the counter. "I wish you hadn't done that." the redhead said in a low voice. "If you didn't like that, you're definitely not gonna like this!" Carla was shouting now. All eyes were on the two women. The Devils sat back in anticipation of Carla wiping up the floor with another victim. Carla lunged with both hands at the woman's long red hair. Her hands never reached their destination. The woman spun off the counter stool in a crouch and brought her left fist up in a powerful uppercut that landed squarely in the middle of Carla's bare belly. The redhead stepped into the punch getting her body behind it, and her fist buried deep in Carla's unprepared gut. Carla's mouth and eyes flew wide open in shock. She fell first to her knees, then flopped on her face. The lunch she had been eating only minutes before came right back up. Carla was lying face down in her own puke. She was unable to move the pain caused by the redhead's hard fist was so paralyzing. The bikers saw when she was standing upright, the redhead was bigger than Carla. The woman stepped around the prone Carla and spoke to the group in her same low voice, "You guys should check your food. Something seems to have upset her stomach." The tension in the room grew thick as the gang tried to figure out their next move. It was one of the bikers seated by the windows who broke the silence. "Holy shit! That little local yokel cop is writin' tickets on all our bikes!". Big Ed rose from his seat as did all the bikers. "Let's go. We'll take care of that lil' sumbitch. Some of you take care of Carla." He eyed the redhead. "Maybe next time, Red." he said. "Any time at all, big man." the woman replied. "Bye the way, the name's not Red. Its Rusty." Two bikers lifted the semi-conscious Carla out of the pool of vomit and half carried, half dragged her out the door. Big Ed approached the police officer who was busily writing tickets. He was a young man in his middle twenties. "Boy, don't you know who we are?" Big Ed asked. "Sure I do." the officer replied. "Everybody knows who you are. You think you can come up here, do whatever you want, terrorize the whole county. I might not be able to get the goods on you for anything else right now, but at least you'll have to pay these parking tickets. I'll be watching you, and if you take one step over the line, I'll nail you." As Big was keeping the cop's attention one of the bikers, holding a monkey wrench, had sneaked up behind the officer. Big Ed nodded and the man brought the wrench crashing down on the officer's head. He dropped, out cold. The bikers grabbed him, slung him over one of the motorcycles and took off. Rusty had been watching the scenario play out through the window. The counter waitress had come over next to her. The waitress, a middle-aged woman was in awe. She was amazed by the size of the redhead as she stood beside her. "Where in the world did you learn to punch like that?" she asked. "I thought your fist was goin' all the way through her and come out the other side. What a punch!" A small smile tugged the corners of Rusty's mouth. "It did feel awful good, I must admit. Sorry 'bout the mess, though" "That was worth cleanin' up a dozen messes. You'd better be careful though. That's a real mean bunch and that bitch that you slugged is the leader's woman." As they talked they watched the action in the parking lot. When the biker hit the cop over the head, Rusty told the waitress to call the cops. The owner came out of the kitchen. "No chance!" he said. If they find out who turned them in, they'll come back here and burn this place to the ground. No calls!". "You deserve whatever they do to you." Rusty said. She got on the Harley and started up the road in the same direction that the Bayou Devils had taken. She was thinking that she needed to find a place to call the police. Not that Rusty had any great love for the law. She just hated to see the bikers get away with what they had done. She knew that the young officer, if he wasn't already dead from the blow to the head, was in for a very long and painful day and night at the hands of the bikers. The reason that Rusty had no love for the law was that she would most likely be classified as a criminal if the authorities found out how she earned her living. She worked as a collector for a loan shark. She had put many borrowers in the hospital for being late with payments. She had been so efficient and so feared that now, no one missed payments. Her boss paid her very well and she had a trust fund from her parents who had been killed in a plane crash, so money was not a problem. She admitted she loved her work. Rusty could be charming, loving, and friendly, but when crossed or aroused she had a mean streak a mile wide. A lot of people had found that out the hard way, and on occasionally she beat up someone just for the hell of it. At first glance, it seemed impossible that this could be the woman just described. She had long, red hair, model good looks with high cheekbones, full lips, an aquiline nose, and ice blue eyes. A sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose added a little girl look that added rather than detracted from her beauty. The rest of the package is what provides the surprise. She was tall, 5'10" and strong. She had natural size and strength. When she chose her lifestyle, she decided to get as big and strong as possible. She stared a vigorous exercise and weight lifting program. The results of that program were amazing. Muscles bulged from every part of her body. She had broad shoulders, a wide back tapering to a miniscule, hard waist. Large, perfectly formed breasts were mounted on a slab of striated chest muscle. That seemed to be the first thing men noticed about her. However, it was her arms that generated the most gasps and stares. They were huge mounds of muscle that when flexed would expand to well over nineteen inches. Her weight now was a constant one hundred seventy four pounds. She knew that only about five percent of all women had the potential to achieve the muscular development that she had worked so hard to get, and most of them tried very hard to hide what muscle they did have. Truly, only a very few would attempt to take their development to the point that Rusty had. Those exceptions appeared to be the female body builders. She thought what a pity. All in all she was an exceptional combination of beauty and power, and on top of that sex appeal practically oozed from every pore of her body. She had discovered that many men were truly fascinated and turned on by a beautiful woman with muscles. She had never had a shortage of men who were infatuated with her. She reveled in her muscles, loving to show them off. Her muscularity, her beauty, and her sex appeal made Rusty a very unique woman. She also loved to fight. There was something primeval about pitting her strength and skill against another person. She found smashing her victim with her fists to be very sexually stimulating and exciting. She had rather large hands which were not immediately noticeable on a woman of her size until they were curled into fists, then they became exceptionally big, hard instruments capable of dealing extreme pain and misery. She loved to use them and was very good at it. Her present job allowed her to this to her heart's content. Rusty was on a long vacation. She had decided to travel around the country on her motorcycle, and presently was on her way to New Orleans. She had a wild adventure in Kentucky on her way south and now it looked like she could become embroiled in another with very little effort. She couldn't explain why she felt the need to insert herself into the equation, but she could feel herself being drawn in. She wasn't even sure that she wanted to, but she just couldn't stay out of it. As she searched for a place with a phone to call the police she heard the sounds of motorcycle engines coming from the woods off to her left. She stopped and listened for a few minutes. This was unmistakably the Bayou Devils. Rusty concealed her Harley in the heavy bushes off the road and crept through the heavily wooded area to a clearing where the gang had gathered. It was almost circular with a slight embankment at one end sloping down to a small stream that ran across the narrow end. She could see that the police officer was in big trouble. They had tied him spreadeagled between two trees with his arms and legs stretched as far out to his sides as they could reach. Rusty crawled closer to try to find out what was going on. The cop looked like he had been beaten up some already. A group of bikers stood in front of him. "Let's give him to the girls for a while." one of them said. "They deserve to have some fun too.". The men withdrew and Carla and two other women came over. "They sure didn't do you any favor." a short, squat blonde said. She drove her thick knee right up between his legs. Since he was gagged, no sound came out but it was clear that he was in great pain. The blonde repeated the action several times with the cop writhing in pain each time. The next woman replaced the blonde. She was a tall, thin Hispanic looking woman with long bright red fingernails. She dragged those nails across his chest leaving a trail of long bloody furrows. She moved to his face and again dragged her long, sharp nails down first his left cheek, then the right. Again, long bloody furrows ran down each cheek. Carla replaced her. She spoke to the officer and her voice floated over very faintly on the slight breeze. "I'm gonna give a big dose of what I got earlier today." she said. She plunged her right fist deep into his defenseless belly. The way he was tied there was very little give to the ropes. Carla was a big, strong girl who knew how to throw a punch. He was hurt badly. Carla slugged away at his gut, alternating lefts and rights. The man's body jerked against the ropes. After several punches, Carla finally stopped. The cop's unconscious body slumped in the ropes. The gang all laughed as Carla strutted around like a boxer who just scored a K.O.. Big Ed called all the Bayou Devils together. Rusty leaned forward to hear him. "This is the designated drop zone. That shipment has to be here somewhere. The plane flew over two hours ago and those guys are pretty accurate when they drop a shipment. All of you get out and search the area. That stuff is worth a lot of money so make sure that the locals don't see you because we don't need anybody nosin' around askin' questions. Do not come back without the shipment. I'll keep Carla and Skink here with me. The rest of you take off. The gang mounted up and scattered out to begin their search. Rusty understood what they were doing in an isolated rural area. It was the ideal spot for drug drops with just the local police to worry about. By the time they figured out what was going on the drop would simply move to another location. The clearing was empty except for Big Ed, Carla and the biker Ed had called Skink. Skink was tall and thin, his body covered with tattoos. He kept nervously looking around, his head on a swivel. Rusty returned to her bike and took a small box out of her saddlebags. "I never thought I would need this again, but today it might come in handy.". Skink was the lookout. He was pacing around the clearing when he heard footsteps coming from the wooded area. He turned and saw the gorgeous redhead from the diner walking calmly into the clearing carrying a small box. "Hi there, goodlookin", Rusty greeted him. Before she could say more, Carla came racing over. Big Ed sauntered over well behind her. Carla was mad. "You sorry assed whore, you sucker-punched me back at that diner. I'm gonna bust you up! Red, you're gonna regret the day you ever saw me.". Rusty eyed her coolly. "Carla, that's your name isn't it? Well Carla, I'm bigger than you, I'm stronger than you, and I'm a hell of a lot meaner than you. I'm also what they call a heavy hitter. That lil' punch back at the diner was just a love tap compared to the way I usually hit. If you know what's good for you just back off and let me talk to the big man here." "I'm gonna beat your redheaded ass to a pulp" Carla shouted. "I usually don't fight other women, but in your case I'll be happy to make an exception." Rusty told Carla. Big Ed stepped in. "Babe are you sure you want to do this? She nailed you good before. She's purty big." Rusty was an inch taller, almost twenty five pounds heavier and it was all muscle which they did not know at the time. Carla had never lost a fight to another woman so her confidence level was high. "You stay out of this Ed. It's between this bitch and me." Suddenly Carla leaped at Rusty and this time managed to get both hands entwined in her hair. "O.K. Red, I've got you now!", Carla crowed. They were belly to belly, chest to chest, tit to tit. Rusty enclosed Carla's body in her big arms and began to squeeze. At first Carla continued to rip at Rusty's hair, but as the pressure began to build she stopped that and clawed at the iron arms that were crushing her ribs and forcing the air from her lungs. Carla thrashed around desperately trying to pry the terrible force from those powerful arms loose that were breaking her ribs and collapsing her lungs. Her chest was on fire. Rusty kept applying the agonizing bearhug for several more seconds that must have seemed like hours to Carla. Right before Carla passed out, the pressure was lifted as Rusty released the hold. Carla fell to the ground holding her rips and gasping for breath. Rusty leaned down and spoke so that only Carla could hear her. "Now comes a little payback for the cop.". She got the gasping Carla to her feet. It seemed like deja vu as Rusty duplicated the punch that she had hit Carla with at the diner. Her left fist came up in a vicious uppercut that slammed into the center of Carla's bare belly and disappeared from sight as it bored deep inside the biker girl. Carla was driven up in the air, fell to her knees and started to puke just as she had done in the diner. When she had finished, Rusty dragged her up again. "You don't get off so easily this time." Rusty told her. This time it was her big right fist that looped around and buried in Carla's gut. Up off the ground she went again, to her knees then face down on the ground. Before Big or Skink could interfere Rusty had Carla back on her feet. She held the biker up with her left hand wrapped in her tank top for a few seconds. "I told you I was a heavy hitter. You're about to find out how heavy!" Rusty released Carla with her left hand and brought up a full strength uppercut with her right fist to the center of Carla's gut with everything she could get into it. Blood spurted from her mouth. The brutal punch jackknifed Carla so severely that as her feet went up and straight out her head snapping down almost went between them. It looked like slow motion with Carla suspended in the air with only the momentum of Rusty's big fist holding her up. She collapsed like a rag doll and lay still, face down in her own vomit again. the whole fight, if you could call it that had lasted less than two minutes from the time Carla grabbed Rusty's hair, until she was a demolished pile of rubble sprawled in her own puke. Big Ed and Skink were mesmerized by what they were watching. Now they galvanized into action. "Dammit Red, you didn't have to do that. Now we're gonna have to mess you up some." Big Ed said. "This wasn't my idea, you know. I tried to warn her but she was too pigheaded to listen, so she had to suffer the consequences." Rusty replied. "And how many times do I have to tell you my name is not Red, it's Rusty. By the way, your girlfriend must have a really weak stomach. She keeps puking all the time." "We've had enough of your smart ass remarks, Red." Big Ed snapped. "Do you want her Skink?" "Oh yeah, I sure do." Skink replied. The lanky biker moved toward Rusty. He was about 6'2" but weighed no more than Rusty's one hundred seventy four pounds. He was wearing a muscle shirt that showed off all his tattoos that covered his body. As he got close to Rusty he drew a nasty looking knife with a blade that was at least eight inches long. "I'll open up Miss Smart Ass and see what her insides look like." he said. He handled the blade like he had a great deal of experience with it. As Skink advanced, Rusty backed away. He made several slashes at her with the knife, getting closer each time. He nicked her white belly just under her cut off tee shirt leaving a streak of red across her skin. With his next thrust Rusty managed to grab his knife hand. As they struggled over the knife she jerked him forward to meet her knee rising to his crotch. Three times her knee slammed into his nuts. His grip on the knife weakened as a wave of nausea flooded his body. Rusty drove her other knee into his ribcage. She could feel the ribs give way. She was able to wrest the knife away from him. The redhead stepped back with the knife held out in front of her the blade pointed at Skink. They stood about five feet apart glaring at each other. Rusty reversed the knife and brought it up to a throwing position. Skink instinctively ducked, but Rusty threw the knife at one of the trees to which the police officer was tied. The blade imbedded deep in the tree and quivered there. "I was never much good with a blade" Rusty said to Skink with a smile, even though her actions belied her words. "If you still want me butthead, come and get me." she said. She motioned him forward with her hands. While they were circling each other looking for an opening the sound of approaching motorcycles filled the air. "I need to finish this geek off in a hurry." Rusty thought. Skink, thinking she was distracted by the approaching gang, sprang at her. Rusty pivoted and brought her right fist around in a monstrous punch that smashed right in the middle of Skink's face. An awful crunching, crackling sound filled the clearing. Skink's forward motion came to an abrupt halt, his body resembling a puppet whose strings had been cut all disjointed and flopping around. His nose had been broken, his upper lip split and torn and several upper teeth knocked out, all from this one colossal punch. He lay on the ground with blood pouring from his nose, his lip and his mouth. Rusty spun around as the first members of the gang entered the clearing. In the blink of an eye the clearing was filled with Bayou Devils. Rusty had been in tight spots before, but nothing like this. There was no way she could take on the whole gang and live to tell about it. Then she spotted the box she had brought with her, and a plan began to form in her mind. The gang formed a circle as they rode in. The only occupants of the circle were Rusty and the unconscious bodies of Carla and Skink. Big Ed walked slowly through the ring of bikers "You're in a heap o' trouble now, Red. I will say it took a lot a' guts to come in here like you did. I sorta hate the fact that we have to fuck you up for what you did to Carla and Skink. It really is too bad, you bein' such a looker n' all." Rusty opened up the box she was holding. She reached in and pulled out a sleeveless denim vest carrying the name and colors of one of the best known motorcycle gangs in the country. She removed her jacket and put on the vest. There were several oohs and aahs from the Devils as the expressed their surprise both that she was a member of the Outlaws, a nationally recognized gang, and when they saw her impressive physique for the first time. "I was with the Outlaws for quite a while." she said. "I know that the laws that everyone else obeys don't apply to us. But we have out own code of conduct that we live by. That is why according to that code that I challenge you, Big Ed to a one on one fight for both my freedom and the police officer over there." she gestured toward the police officer spreadeagled between the trees. One of the newest bikers turned to the oldtimer next to him, "Can she do that? Can she challenge Big Ed to fight her like that?" "She sure can." the oldtimer replied. "If Big Ed accepts he has the choice of weapons or no weapons at all. I don't think he's too worried. He has never lost a fight in his life". "What if he refuses?" the rookie asked again. "He really can't refuse. If he does he will lose face with the Bayou Devils and be replaced as leader and then the woman can just take the cop and leave and no one can stop them. I know Big Ed won't let that happen. By being a member of the Outlaws and challenging Big Ed she found a way out. That is if you consider being beaten senseless or worse a way out. She knows if she wins, she and the cop will be free to leave and we can't stop them. If she loses, she belongs to us, and we can do anything to her we want. For starters that usually means every guy here can fuck her as many times as he wants, then it gets worse. But that would have happened to her anyway so she had nothin' to lose by challengin' Big Ed. Big Ed was pissed off about being put on the spot. He knew that he had to accept the redhead's challenge so he was trying to decide whether to use weapons or not. He was very good with a knife but he had seen the way she handled Skink's knife and it looked like she was no stranger to knife fighting. If she had been with the Outlaws as she claimed she was probably good with all weapons. When Ed looked at the woman's body with its big shoulders, huge arms, wide back, and slim hard belly, he wished that he had taken better care of himself. She looked like she was carved out of white marble. However, Big Ed was strong as a bull and was six inches taller and nearly ninety pounds heavier, even if his beer gut would slow him down a little. He thought that if he used a weapon and she had any skill with it at all he was simply evening the odds for his smaller opponent. He should use his size advantage to his benefit. He had earned his reputation as a fierce fighter having never lost a fight in his life. He made his decision. "O.K. Red, I'll fight you. No weapons, just you and me. I haven't had any real fun in a long time. I'm going to make you beg me to fuck you before I'm done with you." The woman stared levelly at him. "I'm getting sick of telling you my name's not Red, it's Rusty. You'll know it before this day is over, and I'll make you eat my pussy before we're through.". A murmur ran through the gang with this exchange. The rookie nudged his cohort in the ribs. "Big Ed is a lot larger than her, but look at those arms. They're as big as his." The older biker took a closer look at the woman and saw that the rookie was right. Her arms hanging down from the Outlaw's vest were alive with big, hard, rippling muscle. "Hell" he said. "They might ever be bigger than Ed's. He may have more of a problem than he thinks. Big Ed turned to the gang. "Some of you come over here and get Carla and Skink out of the way so I won't trip over them while I take care of Red, here." Four bikers came forward, two for each unconscious body. The two who picked up Skink blanched when they saw his face. "Careful there, bro. Jesus would you look at that? His face is busted. Pick up those teeth, Skink may want to try to have them put back in. Never mind the broken ones though. God, what a mess!" The two with Carla were having a similar conversation. She was sprawled out on the ground looking very pale and her breathing was very shallow. Blood was still dribbling out of her mouth and mixing with the vomit on the ground. "Look out where you step, man. There's puke everywhere. Handle her real careful, she must have somethin' busted inside the way she's spittin' up blood like that.". The four bikers gently removed their fallen comrades from the circle. Big Ed removed his jacket, sunglasses, and finally his shirt, standing there in just his jeans and boots. He was an imposing figure, a big man with plenty of muscle. His beer gut didn't look like it would cause him much of a problem. Rusty removed her Outlaw's vest and stood ready in a cropped tee shirt that did little to hide her amazing muscular development or her large, succulent breasts. An unusual confrontation was about to take place. A huge man, Big Ed, preparing to fight a woman, in this case a beautiful redhead. Sizing up the two combatants, this should be no contest. Big Ed dwarfed the woman. This unlikely battle was about to get under way. Big Ed was working up to the actual fight by telling the woman all the mean and nasty things he intended to do to her. Rusty simply stood there waiting for him to finish. Big Ed continued his tirade. "Get ready, Red. You're gonna get what's comin' to you for bustin' up Carla and Skink the way you did. "Thank God," Rusty replied. "I thought you meant to talk me to death". Big Ed let out a roar. He held up his huge right fist and said "This is the "Crusher" whore. When it hits you, you'll know how it got that name.". Rusty thought, "Damn, it looks as big as a house. I'd better stay away from that." but she said "You've gone from calling me Red to calling me whore. I can hardly wait to hear what's next. Goddess would be nice.". Big Ed was infuriated at not being able to intimidate this woman with his macho posturing. She stood her ground and eyed him with a slight smile on her face. It was obvious that even after what she had done to Carla and Skink that he thought she would not put up much of a fight. It was also clear from the talk coming from the gang that none of them gave her much of a chance either. Only the rookie biker who first noticed the size of her arms even considered that the outcome might be different. He turned to the older biker again. "She sure don't look like no pushover to me. I sure as hell wouldn't want to fight her. You saw what she did to Carla and Skink. Big Ed himself said that she busted Skink's face with just one punch.". Meanwhile Big Ed continued his unsuccessful attempt to intimidate Rusty. I'm gonna knock your teeth out to make it easier for you to suck my cock after I beat your ass. I hear redheads are supposed to give great blowjobs.". Big Ed was on a roll now. When you finish suckin' me off then you can do every guy here." Rusty answered right back. "I guess I'll have to knock out your teeth to make it easier for you to eat my pussy". She spoke in a soft conversational tone that was in direct contrast to the fire in her eyes. "O.K. Red. It's time to meet the "Crusher". You're gonna regret ever challengin' me." Both contestants realized that talking time was over and it was time to fight. Big Ed rushed at Rusty and swung the "Crusher" in a big roundhouse punch. If it had connected the fight would have been over before it got started, but Rusty managed to avoid the wild swing. Big Ed's momentum carried him past her and Rusty kicked him lightly in the butt as he went by. It was enough to cause him to lose his balance and tumble flat on his face. He got to his feet red-faced and angry that this woman had embarrassed him like that. He charged her again but as she ducked what she thought was the oncoming punch, Big Ed quickly stopped and drove his foot up in a kick directly between her legs. Rusty was enveloped in pain as her knees went weak and she sank to the ground holding her wounded genitalia. Big Ed laughed a sinister sounding laugh."Not so much of a smart-ass now, are you Red. There's a lot more where that came from." He began to rain heavy kick at her ribs and back as she rolled on the ground in pain trying desperately to get away from Big Ed and his big boots. She knew from experience that bikers like him never let you up once they have you down like that. Even her iron hard body was giving way before Big Ed's onslaught. Rusty finally managed to roll to the edge of the embankment, then down it toward the stream. Big Ed started to follow her when his foot slipped a little and he slid down struggling to maintain his balance. They were both out of sight of the gang. Rusty climbed back up as Ed reached the bottom of the embankment. One good thing about a body as well conditioned as hers, it has remarkable recuperative powers. By the time Big Ed had scrambled back up to the clearing, Rusty had nearly recovered enough to continue. Big Ed's natural tendency to blow off at the mouth worked to her advantage as he wasted precious seconds again describing what he meant to do to her. Rusty was taking in big gulps of air as Ed strutted around showing off the "Crusher" and rambling on about the damage it would do to her. Rusty had a throbbing pain in her pussy that wasn't going to go away anytime soon, and her ribs and back hurt. Luckily nothing seemed to be broken. "That was only a sample of what's comin', whore. You are in for a lot more pain." Big Ed attempted to kick her again. This time Rusty avoided the kick, grabbed his leg and dumped him on the ground. She slipped around behind him and snaked her legs around his head. Big Ed felt the twin columns of steel begin to tighten around his head. He pounded his fists on her thighs but he had no effect on the bulging hard muscles that were crushing his head. The pain was severe. He felt like his skull was being crushed. Rusty leaned back and poured on the pressure. Her big thighs could be plainly seen through her jeans as they swelled with power, threatening to rip right through the denim. The pain in her ribs and her back had subsided and her breathing was returning to normal. The only pain remaining was the dull throbbing in her groin. Big Ed was thrashing around trying to escape the powerful pincers that were grinding his head to dust. Rusty bore down even more with her huge thighs. Big Ed couldn't take the pain, he felt his head was about to burst. In desperation he bit down on her leg. Rusty screamed and released the scissors. She made a serious error in judgement, thinking that Ed was hurt more than he really was. Rusty reached for him. Big Ed drove his right fist directly on the nipple of her left breast. Pain shot through her body and Rusty gasped and fell back. "Here comes the Crusher, you redheaded whore!" He fired a tremendous punch with his right fist. Rusty barely managed to get her left arm up in an attempt to block it. If she had not been able to take some of the sting out of the punch she would be stretched out on the ground, out cold. Instead she was in a world of hurt with a throbbing in her jaw to match the throbbing between her legs, and a large, ugly bruise on her left forearm. Big Ed made the same mistake that Rusty had made earlier. He overestimated the damage his punch had done to her, and casually strolled over to her. Rusty had gotten first to her knees, then got her feet under her. As Ed approached, Rusty launched herself like a missile with her right fist as the warhead. The warhead detonated dead in the center of Big Ed's beer gut and sank from sight in a sea of flab. He didn't go down but he folded at the waist around the plundering fist and staggered back as his breath came out in a loud whoosh. The older biker nudged the rookie and said. "That's the first time I've even seen Ed get knocked backwards. You're right. That redhead is somethin'." Rusty recovered her balance and moved in. The bikers saw her throw the punch that she had already used twice before as her left fist came up in a hard, ripping uppercut that buried deep in Ed's soft belly raising him up on his toes. Before he could react, her right fist came up in an even harder uppercut to his fat gut, this time lifting him up in the air. The bikers were amazed. "Do you know the kind of power it takes for a punch to lift a guy as big as him off his feet like that? That's one strong lady!" Rusty stepped back as Big Ed flopped to the ground and puked his guts out. Rusty banged her big fists together in anticipation as Ed laid there like a beached whale and emptied his stomach. The gang was surprised that Rusty didn't step in and put her boots to him as he had done to her, but she was content to wait for him to finish regurgitating before she did anything at all. Rusty had found his weak spot and she intended to concentrate on it. She took hold of Ed's hair and with one jerk lifted him to his feet. As he wobbled there, Rusty released a barrage on brutal punches deep in Big Ed's damaged belly. Almost too fast for the eye to follow, her fists were a blur as her body turned left and right, pivoting expertly to get full leverage into each gutwrenching punch. After one particularly pulverizing right that exploded in his ravaged gut, she backed off and let him slump to the ground. Rusty leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Where I come from that is called gutting. You have just been gutted by an expert." Big Ed couldn't answer. He was too busy rolling around on the ground clutching his belly. Her big fists had ripped and torn up his insides. He was sure he had some serious injuries from her "gutting". Rusty almost made the same mistake again of misjudging how badly Ed was injured. He didn't get to be the top man in a vicious gang like the Bayou Devils by rolling over when he was hurt. He might be wounded but with his size and strength he was still dangerous. Rusty played it a little too casual and all at once Big Ed cut loose a punch with the "Crusher" that landed flush on her jaw. Rusty staggered back and fell to the ground. He jaw was not broken primarily because Big Ed, in his weakened condition had not been able to get nearly as much into the punch as he would have earlier. Still, it knocked her down and made her fight to remain conscious. This had become a battle of attrition. Who could take the shots from the other and recover first. The police officer had come to as the fight started. He found himself surprised and embarrassed by his reaction to the fight. Even in his woozy condition, he realized that he was aroused by watching the big, strong, sexy redhead fight the biker leader. He had watched in amazement as her powerful muscles flexed and clenched as they drove her hard fists over and over again into the fat gut of the biker, and he was afraid he would soil himself. Even in this situation he found that he had a raging hard-on that would not go away as he watched Rusty in action. All he could do was watch as this magnificent woman fought for her freedom and his. He saw both combatants struggling to get to their feet and prayed for the redhead. Big Ed got to his feet first. "Gotcha now, Red!" he said. "I'm gonna shine my boots on ya again.". He prepared to stomp Rusty with his big boots again. She was desperately trying to focus since she was still dazed from his punch. "Prepare to suck cock, whore! I'm gonna UUUNNNNHHHHH. His descending boot stopped in mid-air as Rusty's leg rose and drove her foot between his legs with a satisfying thump. Big Ed folded up and fell, clutching his testicles. With him down, Rusty had more time to recover. She lay there for a few minutes just trying to get everything back together. She managed to climb to her hands and knees, then to a fully upright position. She move toward Big Ed, but her progress was painfully slow. The Bayou Devils watched in shocked silence. They had never seen anything like the spectacle taking place in front of them. Both fighters were hurt. They wanted to go to Big Ed's aid, but they couldn't force themselves to move. It was like they were frozen in place. Rusty had finally recovered enough from the big punch that put her down to carry on. She hauled Ed to his feet. "I must have not done a good enough job last time. It's gutting time again!" Big Ed held his hands out weakly in front of him. "NNo, PPlease. I-I ccan't take anymore." he pleaded. "To late, big guy. I think another gutting is just what you need, and I'm just the girl to do it .". Her whole powerful body turned and drove her right fist elbow deep in Ed's battered belly. He tried to vomit again, but nothing was left to come up. In rapid fire succession Rusty's fists ripped into the corpulent flesh of his gut, sinking deeper and deeper. Even harden bikers like these had seldom witnessed this kind of savagery. Rusty was viciously ripping apart their leader. The silence in the clearing was broken only by the sound of her fists smashing into Big Ed's body and the moaning of Big Ed. THUD! UUUNNNNHHH. THUD! OOOOOFFFF. THUD! WWWHHHUUUUFF. THUD! AAAHHHGGGG. THUD! OOOHHHHH. THUD! OOAAAHHH. Big Ed's body shuddered from the impact of each brutal fist. Blood was flowing out of his mouth like a river.. Rusty's huge, pumped up muscles continued to writhe and flex as she pounded her big fists into his gut with devastating force. At last she stopped. Ed collapsed at her feet blubbering like a baby. Rusty entwined the fingers of her left hand in his hair and raised him to his knees with his face pointed up to her's. Rusty stared down at her victim. The outcome of the fight was no longer in doubt and she felt a familiar tingling between her legs, that replaced the earlier pain. "I told you that you would eat my pussy before we were through. I think that time is here" Big Ed glared up at her and said "Fuck you, bitch!" He spat a bloody wad of spit and mucous at her. "You also promised to knock out my teeth, didn't you? Then I promised to knock out yours. Guess who is going to keep their promise?" Everyone watched in morbid fascination as the redhead slowly drew back that big, hard anvil of a right fist and smashed it straight down into his mouth. The clearing was filled with the horrible sound of Big Ed's teeth breaking under that muscle driven fist. Twice more Rusty smashed that big, hard hammer into the now broken mouth of the biker leader. His lips were ripped open and several teeth were knocked out or broken. "Now?" a one word question. Big Ed was nothing if not stubborn. He tried to spit at her again, but all that would come out was blood and parts of broken teeth. Rusty cocked her deadly fist again, this time driving it just under his left eye. There was a large red mark where her fist landed that would soon be a lovely black and purple bruise. The eye was swelling shut, and from the way it was caved in the cheekbone looked to be broken. "I'll tell you what, big man. Either you eat my pussy right now or we'll have another gutting session. How would you like that?" That pushed Ed over the edge. He couldn't stand even the thought of the redhead pounding those hard fists into his battered, wounded belly again. "I-I'll do it. I-I'll do anything you say. Just leave my gut alone." Rusty couldn't believe what she just heard. The big, tough, invincible biker leader begging her not to hurt him anymore. The vicious leader had been reduced to a battered bleeding hulk by a woman! She nearly climaxed right there she was so excited. Rusty unbuttoned her jeans and let them slide down exposing the huge columns of muscle they had covered. Next her panties were lowered leaving the red hair curling up between her legs exposed. It was soaking wet as everyone could see. Rusty lowered herself until she was seated on his chest. She reached over and retrieved his discarded tee shirt and used it to wipe his face, removing the blood, vomit, and parts of teeth from his beard. When she had finished wiping she positioned her warm, wet, hungry snatch right over his mouth and nose. Big Ed began lapping unenthusiastically. Rusty leaned down, "If you don't do better than that, I'll have to gut you again after all!" she growled in his ear. Big Ed immediately began using his tongue in ways he never thought he would. Rusty could feel her climax building and began riding his face at a rapid pace. Big Ed continued to use his tongue furiously to keep her from using those big fists on his tender gut again. He knew he had lost the fight, lost face, and probably his position as leader but he didn't care. He would do anything to avoid the redhead and her brutal fists. Rusty screamed as her orgasm hit, riding his face all the way to the end. She got up without a word and pulled up he panties and jeans. Big Ed was grovelling on the ground with her vaginal secretions now mixing with the blood that was still coming from his demolished mouth. Rusty got Ed to his feet. His pain racked body had a difficult time staying up, so she had to hold him. "I'm gonna finish you off now, tough guy. I love beating up bad asses like you!" A look of terror came over his face just as Rusty rocketed a brutal punch to his abused gut. He would have fallen if she had not caught him again. She wound up her right fist and unloaded a mammoth punch that crashed into his jaw. Hard bone met hard fist and the bone gave way. His jawbone shattered as her fist smashed in. He spun around and fell on his back, out cold. The fight was over, the biker leader battered, broken, and unconscious at the feet of his red haired conqueror. The woman's eyes coldly circled the group. "I expect all of you to keep your word." she said. The Bayou Devils were speechless. They still could not believe that this beautiful woman had brutally destroyed their leader whom they thought to be invincible. Rusty moved quickly to the trees where the policeman was tied and cut him down with Skink's knife which was still imbedded in the tree. Although she didn't notice it at the time, he had ejaculated in his pants. As Rusty had been clobbering Big Ed he had been unable to contain himself. "Can you walk?" she asked him. "Yes, but not very fast." was the reply with a grimace that passed for a grin. "What's your name?" Rusty questioned. "Cole", he answered. "Cole Foster.". Well Cole Foster, follow me as quickly as you can walk. Don't look anywhere except straight ahead. I don't know how long these morons are going to wait before somebody decides to try to stop us, so we're getting the hell out of here as fast as we can. They're still in a bit of shock at what happened to Big Ed. Let's get moving before they wake up." Several of the bikers had gone over to the unconscious, broken body of their leader. The damage inflicted by Rusty's savage fists was overwhelming. Both of his lips were split and were swelling up like two sausages. Many of his teeth were knocked out or broken off in his mouth. His cheekbone was sunken in, probably broken, and his eye was swollen shut. The way his jaw was unhinged it was shattered, broken probably in more than one place. There was no to assess the internal injuries done to his belly by her "gutting", but from the way he had been acting prior to being knocked out, it must be considerable. When at last they looked up, the woman and the cop were gone. They had gotten to where Rusty had hidden the Harley, loaded Cole on, and taken off. "We have to take a look at your injuries and call for help. We need to find a motel somewhere and a phone. Cole directed her to a junction where the road intersected an Interstate highway. There were several motels, restaurants, and gas stations in close proximity to the interstate. Rusty selected a motel, went in to the office and registered. She requested a room in the back so that the Harley would not be visible from the road in case the Bayou Devils decided to pursue them. Cole managed to get inside, then sprawled out on the bed. For the first time Rusty saw the stain on the front of his trousers and allowed herself a small smile. "You must not be hurt as badly as I thought." she said. Cole was embarrassed and his face turned a bright red. "I've never seen anything like that in my life. Everybody thought Big Ed would stomp you into the ground. What you did to him was absolutely inconceivable. I never thought a woman could fight like that, especially one as beautiful as you.". He turned Red again. "Right now we have to get you patched up and call for help." Rusty changed the subject. She examined his wounds. Fortunately most of them were superficial, but the slashes on his face needed attention or they might become infected. She had some alcohol in her baggage. She took a washcloth from the bathroom and gently washed off the blood from the long furrows in his face and chest. Next she applied the alcohol to the slashes. Cole nearly jumped out of the bed when the alcohol hit his slashes, but regained his composure. Rusty repeated the process on his chest. She removed his boots and socks. She unbuckled his belt and started to remove his pants when Cole protested. Rusty told him she wanted to check his body for bruises. The bruises on his belly and torso from Carla's fists were painful, but no internal damage was evident. "She worked you over pretty good." Rusty said as she continued to check him out. "Nothing at all like what you did to Carla and Big Ed, though" Cole said with a painful grin. "The way you smashed their guts in, they won't be able to eat or drink anything for a long time. After what you did to them they will probably slink out of town with their tails tucked between their legs." "I loved the feel of my fists smashing into their bodies. Somehow I find that very sexual." Rusty admitted. As Rusty spoke she could see that Cole was becoming aroused. He had gotten hard just talking about it. Rusty noticed for the first time the stain on the front of his trousers. "Why, you little devil you. You must not be hurt as much as I thought you were." Cole turned red again, but his cock got even harder if possible. "I can see there was at least one part of your anatomy that wasn't damaged. Don't you go away, I'll be right back." Rusty went to the bathroom. When she came out she was totally naked. She heard Cole's sharp intake of breath as he saw her magnificent body up close for the first time. The muscles in her massive legs swelled into pillars of white iron as she walked. Huge, eye- popping muscles sprouted from everywhere. "Her arms are much larger than mine" he thought as Rusty moved across the room. Her large, beautiful breasts stood straight out from her thickly muscled chest. The only thing that marred her beauty was her jaw which was bruised and swollen from her two encounters with Big Ed's "Crusher". Rusty gently straddled him and locked her lips on his in a long kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth. When she broke the kiss, before she could do anything else, Cole took her breast in his mouth. He sucked her prominent nipple, then circled it with his tongue. He switched to her other breast and repeated the same thing, then moving back and forth from one breast to the other. Rusty could feel her nipples stiffen under his ministrations. Cole shifted his attention from her breasts to her rippled stomach. Her abs were six individual, defined squares of muscle. His tongue started up high, right under her sternum and slowly worked its way down, tracing the indentations separating the muscles all the way around each one. Rusty had never had this done to her before and it sent shivers up and down her spine. He came tantalizingly close to the red bush covering her vagina and he began to lick that. His tongue flicked back and forth across her clit, then just inside her inviting opening. Then he began retracing his steps back up her quivering belly. As he reached the top of her hard stomach his active tongue again reversed itself and turned downward, this time pausing at her bellybutton to first circle it with his tongue, then flick in and out of it, constantly moving and darting, in and out. Downward he went again. When he reached his destination, this time he stayed there, sucking on her clit for a while before plunging his tongue deep inside her. Rusty had almost climaxed several times before, but now she could not hold it back any longer. A powerful orgasm racked her body, one that she wished could go on forever. Cole kept working his active tongue all the way through it. When it finally ended a breathless Rusty sat back and tried to recover. "That was wonderful" she said. Without another word she positioned herself over his fully erect penis. Slowly she moved downward until his entire length was taken in by her eager pussy. Rusty began a rocking, rotating motion, slowly at first, then as Cole found the rhythm she increased the speed of her movements. Cole could feel her vaginal muscles pulling, clutching at him. As their speed increased, neither of them could hold off much longer. They both exploded in a long, wild climax. When it was finished, Rusty kissed him tenderly on his slashed cheek. "You are the most remarkable woman in the world." Cole said to her. "You can out fight any man, and out fuck any woman! Utterly amazing!" Rusty gave him a big grin. "And don't you ever forget either of those." she said. While Rusty and Cole were checking into the motel, Carla who had revived in time to see Rusty finish off Big Ed, was livid. When she saw up close the damage inflicted on her lover by the redhead, she went berserk. "I'm gonna kill that redheaded bitch!" she shouted. "Are any of you with me?" "Carla calm down. There's nothin' we can do about it. Big Ed himself made the deal with her. Beat him and go free. None of us thought that she might actually win, much less tear him up like this. We're out of it." said the oldtimer who was functioning temporarily as the leader. Carla went ballistic! "Fuckin' bunch o' pussies! I didn't agree to any such bullshit as that! I'm gonna find that redheaded whore and kill her and that lil' asshole cop if he's around too!". She found Big Ed's .357 Magnum pistol, leaped on her bike and roared away. The rest of the Bayou Devils were in disarray. They started to think about what to do about Big Ed and Skink. They definitely needed medical attention, but couldn't be moved from camp. They finally decided to wait for dark and try to kidnap the local doctor and bring him there and force him to treat the two bikers. Then they would take their dope and get the hell out of Dodge. None of them wanted to tangle with the wild redhead again. This was the first time in their lives they were scared of a woman. They hoped Carla did not find them, for her own sake. Carla arrived at the interstate intersection and saw all the motels. She began a systematic search, checking each one, inquiring if a tall, redhaired woman had checked in. Her story was that they were friends and were supposed to meet there, but she had forgotten the name of the motel. On her fourth stop she struck paydirt. The clerk even provided Rusty's room number. Carla quietly sneaked around to the back of the motel. As she got close to the room she could hear the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking. That made her even madder. About five minutes after it ended, Carla knocked on the door. "Front desk. Sorry to bother you, but our machine made a mistake. We need another imprint of your credit card.". Rusty opened the door a crack. Carla shoved the gun against her head and forced her back into the room. Rusty was still naked, just covered with a towel which she dropped. Carla was enraged. "I'm gonna kill you and that faggot cop!" she snarled. "I'm gonna make you watch me do the cop, then it'll be your turn. You're gonna die a little bit at a time. First I'll blow off your kneecaps, then your ears. After that I'm gonna shove this gun up your ugly red snatch and empty it then watch you bleed to death.". Rusty hadn't said a word since Carla showed up at the door. "I guess it's too late to try to talk you out of this." she said in a voice that sounded much calmer that she was feeling. Carla took a good look at the redhead for the first time. She almost lost her concentration when she saw the flame red hair, gorgeous face, and mind-blowing muscularity. Keeping her eyes on Rusty, she cocked the pistol. Cole, who was still on the bed, knew that if he didn't take action now they would both be dead in a matter of minutes. While Carla's attention was focused on Rusty, he threw a pillow at her. Carla ducked instinctively. When she did, Rusty lunged at her gun hand. The two women wrestled for the pistol all over the room. Carla was much stronger than Rusty thought she would be and her strength was fueled by both anger and fear. Carla drove her knee between Rusty's legs. The pain was intense and Rusty's grip on the pistol weakened. Carla managed to yank the gun free, but stumbled back slightly as Rusty released it. Carla was trying to bring the gun to bear when Rusty snapped her foot up and delivered a tremendous kick to the hand holding the pistol. It went flying across the room. The suddenly unarmed Carla took one look at Rusty and tried to run from the room. Rusty dived at her and caught Carla with a driving tackle from behind as she reached the door. Carla crashed face first into the door. Both women fell to the floor. Cole struggled to get out of bed to help. "Stay right where you are!" Rusty commanded. "I'll take care of this!". Rusty got to her feet first. Carla's face showed the effects of its collision with the door. She had two cuts on her forehead and blood was dripping down her face. As she struggled to rise, Rusty kicked her, the redhead's gargantuan thighs exploding with power. The kick drove Carla away from the door, back to the center of the room. Carla realized that her only chance without the weapon was in escape. She sprang up and charged at Rusty. She meant to knock Rusty off balance, get to the door and run for her bike. Just before she reached Rusty an axehandle smashed into her jaw. She knew it had to be an axehandle. The hardest she had been ever hit in her life was in a brawl when she had been hit by another biker with an axehandle, and this blow was even harder than that one. As she groped around on the floor she realized it was not an axehandle after all, just Rusty's hard fist. She could hear Rusty's voice but it sounded far away, like she was in a tunnel. "After what you did to him, I think the policeman would like to see you gutted. I always obey the wishes of law officers." Rusty gripped Carla's hair and hauled her to her feet. About this time it dawned on Carla in her brain fogged state what Rusty had said and what was about to happen. She opened her mouth to plead with Rusty but before she could get the words out Rusty delivered what was becoming her favorite gut punch, that ripping, up from the floor, left uppercut right in the center of Carla's tender belly. OOOFFF went Carla as she was lifted off her feet and fell to her knees. She was retching, but there was nothing left to come up after her two previous episodes. Only a few strands of green and yellow mucous came out of her mouth. Rusty picked Carla up and slammed her back against the door. Her big right fist rocketed into Carla's belly. "UUUUNNNNHHH" went Carla and she started to fold. Rusty draped Carla's head over her shoulder pinning her against the door. She pounded vicious, wind-sucking smashes deep into Carla's now very soft stomach. Blood ran out of her mouth and dripped down Rusty's bare back. Still she kept up her fusillade of hard fists deep into Carla's battered gut. Carla was now moaning softly with each savage blast, the only sign she was still conscious. With one last brutal smash, Rusty allowed Carla to sag to the floor. Rusty turned and grinned at Carl, "Another expert gutting for today. I usually don't get to have this much fun in one day." she said. Carla was beginning to stir. Slowly at first, then flopping around in pain, clutching her gut. Usually Rusty's blood lust would have been sated by now, but since Carla had tried to kill them, Rusty was in a particularly vicious mood. Too bad for Carla. Rusty got Carla to her feet once again. She looked deep into Carla's eyes, seeing the agony and the fear reflected there. Rusty's pussy began heating up once more. "PPlease don't hit me aany more. I-I can't take it. I-I'll ddo anything you want, I'll eat your pussy like Ed did, I'll suck off the cop, anything, just don't hit me anymore. Your fists are so big and so hard, I'm afraid you'll kill me. Please!" Carla always thought she was the toughest woman around. She had won many fights with men and had never lost to another woman. This big redhead had destroyed her three times in one day, and although Carla was ashamed of herself for begging, she would indeed do anything to escape further punishment from this woman. Listening to Carla plead, Rusty's pussy was on fire and dripping wet again. "You should have thought about that before you forced your way in here waving that gun around and threatening to kill us. You've got to pay the price!" Rusty held her open right hand up in front of Carla's face. Deliberately she curled it up into the big, hard fist that Carla had come to fear so much. Slowly she drew it back so that Carla could see the big muscles in her arms and shoulders dance, ripple and flex. Rusty looked in Carla's eyes again and saw sheer terror there. Rusty couldn't resist giving her a big smile. She wanted to take time to savor the moment. At last she was ready. Then the fist streaked forward as Rusty turned, getting everything she had into one last, cruel, massive punch. "CRRRAAAAKKK!!!" It smashed into Carla's face with superhuman force and Carla's nose disintegrated in a spray of red that coated Rusty's fist and splattered on her breasts and chest. The unconscious biker chick slid down to a sitting position with her back resting against the door. Rusty contemptuously shoved the body over on its side with her foot. Blood from her smashed nose was pooling on the carpet. Rusty glanced at Cole. His rod was standing straight up at attention. "I don't think Carla would mind if we put that to good use." she said. Rusty crossed to the bed and mounted him again. Both of them were so stimulated that the immediately started at a breakneck pace. As hot as they were in a very short time they both erupted in a sizzling orgasm. Then they collapsed on the bed. Rusty handed him the phone. "Call you buddies in the police department and tell them where to find the Bayou Devils. The drugs should still be there with them. That should put all of them away for a long time. Rusty headed for the shower. Cole could hear the water running as he made the necessary calls. Rusty came out of the shower and began gathering up her clothes. Cole got one last look at her sexy, powerful body as she dressed. "I've got to go now. I don't want to be involved in any of this. I'm sure you can come up with a good story." She leaned over and kissed him. "Will I ever see you again?" Cole asked her hopefully. "No, I don't think so. If you ever get to New York you can try to look me up. Goodbye, Cole Foster". Rusty stepped over the unconscious and still bleeding body of Carla Lopez and out the door of the room. She mounted her Harley and left the motel. Cole watched her from the window as she rode away. "What a woman!" he shook his head as she rode out of sight. Rusty could hear the sound of sirens arriving as she headed down the highway. After traveling only an hour or so she realized she was tired and stopped for the night. The next morning as she was having breakfast the local paper caught her eye. The headline blared "Local officer breaks up biker drug ring. Cole Foster, a member of our local police force was credited with the apprehension of the Bayou Devils motorcycle gang. The Bayou Devils had long been suspected of being the major distributor of illicit drugs in a three state area. Officer Foster says he was aided in this arrest by an unidentified woman, who he described as tall, attractive, with red hair. The woman apparently had an encounter with the gang at Albert's diner earlier in the day. Officer Foster credits the woman with rescuing him from the gang after he had been assaulted by them. At the time of the arrest Big Ed McCauley, the alleged leader of the Bayou Devils was in serious condition and required hospitalization for injuries sustained in a fight prior to the arrests. His jaw was broken, cheekbone fractured, several teeth had been knocked out, and he was suffering from internal injuries. Another gang member identified only as "Skink" was also injured incurring a broken nose and several missing teeth. Carla Lopez, another member of the gang was arrested at the motel where Officer Foster had taken refuge. She also required hospitalization. She had severe internal injuries and a shattered nose. Officer Foster states that the mysterious redhaired woman inflicted all of these injuries on the gang members in self defense.. She disappeared while the arrests were being made and apparently no one knows her whereabouts. There is a reward for the capture of this vicious gang and local authorities, on Officer Foster's recommendation, would like to present it to this woman. If anyone has any information regarding this woman please contact the local police. Once again she is described by Officer Foster as being approximately 5'10" tall, very attractive, with red hair. She was last seen heading south on a Harley-Davidson motorcycle." Rusty read the article as she finished her breakfast. "Nice try, Cole" she thought as she completed the article. She noticed some people starting to stare at her, so she paid her check and hurriedly left the restaurant and headed south to New Orleans and maybe a new adventure.