The Road Trip Part 4 By Arby The Texas landscape was flat. Nothing in sight on either side of the highway but oil derricks as the motorcycle wound through the countryside. A small town came into sight. The sign said Libertyville, Texas, population 23,000. The area around the town seemed to be divided into two types, huge expensive looking houses and small, crowded together houses, duplexes, trailers, and apartments. This was Texas oil country where towns were populated by the haves and the have- nots. The rider checked the gauge and found that the gas tank was bordering on empty. The motorcycle, a Harley Davidson, cruised in to a gas station. The rider dismounted, checked the oil, and made sure everything was in working order, then started filling the gas tank of the big bike. At the gas pump directly across from her a Hispanic looking woman was putting gas into a dilapidated looking pickup truck that had definitely seen better days. Three young men in a new BMW 740 pulled up behind the woman and began hassling her. They began to first verbally abuse her, then one of the men shoved her. "That's the way Aaron.", one of the men said. "Show the bitch what happens to people who cross Ross Adams." The motorcycle rider observed this whole scene being played out. "Yeah, Larry." the first man answered. "Mr. Adams doesn't like not to get his way. He hates unions and union people." The man who had been called Aaron shoved the woman again. "Union organizing bitch!" he shoved the woman again. "Please, I don't want any trouble." the woman said with a slight accent. "Lady, when you got involved with that union, you got trouble." the third man who had been lounging against the BMW spoke up. "Aaron, show the lady what we mean." The cyclist sighed and removed the helmet. Bright red hair suddenly cascaded down over the denim jacket the rider was wearing. It was a woman!. The woman with the red hair then removed the light blue denim jacket and carefully placed it on the seat of the big Harley. She walked over to where the woman was standing and said in a low, musical voice. "Why don't you gentlemen leave the lady alone? All she wants to do is get her gas and leave." The one called Larry spoke up. "Well now, hello there big boobs. What can we do for you this fine day?" "What's your name?" the redhead asked. "Larry" was his reply. "I guess these two are Curley and Moe" the woman said gesturing toward the other two men. "Well, big boobs and a smart mouth. That's quite a combination to have darlin'." the one called Aaron chimed in. " Maybe we can find another use for that smart mouth before the day's over. Hal, what do you think of our new friend Big Boobs, here" Larry asked. The third man said, "This in none of your affair. Why don't you just move on to where ever you were going and let us take care of our business with Juanita." he pointed at the Hispanic woman. The redhead let out a big sigh. "I wish I could do that, but I think your business would be harmful to her health so I can't." The three men took a good look at the woman for the first time. She was tall, as tall as them, it seemed at least 5' 10". Her flame red hair hung down over her shoulders. She had a classic model's face with high cheekbones and full lips. A sprinkling of freckles across her nose added to rather than detracted from her beauty. The big boobs they had first noticed jutted out from her chest. She was wearing motorcycle boots. Her jeans had been custom made to fit over her huge thighs and still be tight around her slim waist. From the waist up she was a marvel. Boulder sized shoulders stuck out of her sleeveless tee shirt. Mountainous biceps seemed to explode up from her arms when she moved them. Triceps like thick cables offset the movement of her biceps. Big forearms with large blue veins prominently crisscrossing them. Unusually large hands, at least for a beautiful woman, hanging from wrists that were also thicker than average. Wide back with lats flaring out to test the ability of the cut off tee shirt to contain it. Thick chest with those boobs the men referred to jutting straight out from it. "Jesus Big Boobs, you some kind of weight lifter?" asked Larry. "Something like that" the woman answered. "Why don't you boys just move along and leave the lady alone, before someone gets hurt." she said. "I wish we could do that, but we can't." Hal said. "Get the greaser, boys." Aaron reached for Juanita again, but the redhead's strong arm reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled him away. "I said leave her alone!" she said. "Big Boobs, if you want part of this, you can have all you want. We could take you over here behind the station and fuck you when we're done." Larry growled. "If you don't get out of here you won't be able to fuck anything for a long time." the woman answered. "Okay, Big Boobs. You asked for it." Hal said "Let's tak'em both boys!" The three men rushed the redhead and Juanita. Her motorcycle boot flashed out towards Aaron's groin. He saw the kick coming and turned sideways so the heavy boot with its steel toe landed on his upper thigh. He dropped to the ground holding his leg, screaming in pain. "The bitch broke my leg!" over and over again. Hal reached for her. She grabbed his arm and whipped him into the side of Juanita's truck. He hit it and bounced off and fell to the ground, stunned for the moment. "That leaves you and me, Larry baby. Come and get me." the woman chided him. Larry cautiously moved toward the big woman. "This is gonna be fun. First I'm gonna whip yur ass, then I'm gonna fuck you silly." he bragged. "Silly is the right word. You're going to be punch drunk silly when I get through with you!" the redhead told him. That was too much for Larry's ego. He took a big swing at her with his right fist. The woman easily avoided the punch. Larry tried another one. This time she blocked it with her left arm and whipped her big right fist up into Larry's stomach. The woman followed with another punch just like the first one, except it was even harder, sinking into Larry's belly up to the wrist. Larry forgot all about fighting and fucking and grabbed his injured stomach with both hands. The redhead smashed her right fist into his nose splattering blood everywhere and snapping his head back. Then the woman brought her left fist around in a tooth rattling left hook that smashed into Larry's jaw. He was unconscious before he hit the ground. The redhead looked around and saw Aaron still crawling around on the ground whimpering about his injured leg. "I'll put you out of your misery." the woman told him. She grasped his hair in her left hand and turned his head up to face her. She cocked her big right fist and smashed his nose to a bloody broken pulp. Then with the same hard fist she sent an uppercut with the power and speed of a runaway train crashing into the underside of his jaw . The velocity of the punch ripped his hair from her left hand. Aaron sprawled out cold on the pavement. The redhead turned to face Hal just as he got to his feet. "I'll kill you, bitch!" he shouted and charged at her. This time the woman stood her ground and her left fist shot straight out from her shoulder and landed squarely on Hal's nose. CCRRUUNNCCHH!!! The crushing blow from her massive fist flattened his nose and spread it across his face. Copious amounts of blood and mucous squirted out of Hal's busted nose from the tremendous punch and splattered on both of them. The crunching sound of his nose being demolished by her heavy fist could be heard all the way inside the station by the attendant. Hal stopped like he had run into a wall and staggered back several steps grabbing his face. The woman moved with him. She reached out with her left hand and took both of his wrists in it and pulled them away from his face. Then she drew back her potent right fist again and blasted a bomb that detonated on Hal's chin with explosive force. He flopped over backward and lay still. She smiled because she had seen a look in his eyes that said "I can't believe that this is happening to me." The big redhead looked around at all three of the men who were unconscious and bleeding. "That should teach you not to fuck with Rusty Walters!" she said to them, even though they could not hear her. Rusty looked down at her shirt. It was splattered with blood from Hal's nose. "Shit, I've ruined another shirt. Blood is impossible to get out. Damn it!" She turned to the woman named Juanita. "I don't think they are going to be able to bother you again, at least for several minutes." she said. The redhead extended her hand. "Hi, my name is Rusty." The woman accepted the large hand that seemed to swallow up hers. "I'm Juanita." she said solemnly. "Why were those bums after you?" Rusty asked. I work in the local factory that makes parts for oil rigs. It is owned by one of the local oil production companies, Somers Oil Co. They hire the local people, who are mostly Mexican or Tex-Mex and pay wages that you can't live on. We are trying to organize a union to force them to pay a living wage. Since I have been involved in the formation of the union I have been targeted by these thugs who work for Somers. They, of course, don't want the union to be successful. You would think that a situation like this could not exist in this country anymore, but it sure does here in Libertyville. I haven't yet thanked you for your help, have I? As much as I appreciate it, that was unwise. You should get out of Libertyville before those punks wake up and sound the alarm. They will come looking for you." Rusty looked at the unconscious men again. "They won't be waking up for a while. When Rusty knocks 'em out, they stay out for a while. These guys are probably good for at least an hour." she said. "You were fantastic!" Juanita said. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" "Wicked childhood." Rusty smiled her answer. That was not exactly the truth. Rusty had been born to wealthy, doting parents who had been killed in a plane crash when she was young. They left her enough money that she would never have to work if she didn't want to. She went through a severe depression on the death of her parents. She was in several foster homes but always seemed to get in trouble. As she grew older she was even mixed up with a motorcycle gang for a while. When she left them, she found her present job, as an enforcer and collection agent for the biggest loan shark in New York City, Vince Castellano. She had performed her duties so well that no one missed payments to Vince anymore. Rusty was on a cross country vacation trip when she arrived in Libertyville. She had already tangled with moonshiners in Kentucky, a motorcycle gang in Mississippi, and Mafia gambling interests in New Orleans on her trip. And now she had just crossed the most powerful man in this part of Texas. "Maybe I should just ride on." Rusty thought. "I sure don't need another mess like the other three I have gotten involved with. I always seem to find trouble or it finds me." The two women chatted for a few minutes and Juanita invited Rusty to have dinner at her house. "I'll fix you an authentic Mexican dinner." Juanita promised. That sounded too good to refuse. "Let me find a motel and get a room and I'll be there." Rusty said. Juanita gave her directions to her house and left. Rusty returned to her bike. The hose from the gas pump was still in the gas tank. Rusty finished filling her tank and went in to pay. The attendant inside looked at her with a mixture of awe and fear. He knew that the three men lying unconscious in his station were three of the toughest enforcers for Ross Adams who was the number two man at Somers Oil. He had been brought in specifically to bust the union organizing activity. He had proceeded to hire toughs and thugs to carry out his policy which basically was put anybody involved with the union in the hospital. For this redhead to have taken out one of them would have been quite an accomplishment, but to knock out all three was unbelievable. All at once he was aware that the woman had asked him a question and he had no idea what it was. "I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?" he realized he had been staring at the beautiful redhead with the deadly fists and feet. "Could you recommend a good motel?" she asked. "I don't mean to be telling you your business but after what you did to those three (he pointed toward the three unconscious thugs) you ought to get out of town. These are mean people and they will come looking for you." Rusty sighed. "This won't be the first time or the last" she said. They needed a lesson in manners in how to treat a lady and I'm just the teacher they needed." The attendant gave her directions to a Marriott which was near the Interstate junction just out of town. "Maybe you should call somebody to come and get these guys. They aren't going to feel much like driving when they finally wake up." Then Rusty thanked him, paid her bill and left. The attendant gazed out at the three men sprawled around the BMW, picked up the phone. He placed a call to Somers Oil and told them to send somebody to pick up the three men. Rusty rode over to the Marriott and checked in. At the same time three cars came screeching into the gas station. Ross Adams got out of his car and walked over to where his three employees seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He saw Hal first with his smashed nose still dribbling blood. One glance told Ross that Hal's nose would never be the same again. It looked like it had been hit with a sledgehammer. His nose was now just a squashed pulp of mangled tissue, with his breath making loud whistling sounds as it moved through the fractured cartilage. Hal also had a big bruise on his chin that was rapidly changing color. Aaron had blood dribbling out of his mouth. Upon further examination, his lower teeth and been driven through his upper lip splitting and cutting it. The teeth were still intact, but the lip, which had ballooned up to at least twice it's normal size, had to be pulled off the teeth causing fresh blood to flow. Larry had two teeth hanging out the right side of his mouth and a huge lump on his right jaw. Ross shook his head as he looked down at his three" bad ass" enforcers. "My God, what the hell happened to them? What kind of buzzsaw did they run into? Surely that spic broad couldn't have done all this." he asked. The attendant blurted out the story about the big redhead who took out the three men. "She was amazing Mr. Adams." he said. "One minute they were going for Juanita and the next minute the redhead had laid all three of them out. It was the damnest thing I ever did see! She looks like a movie star, and hits like Mike Tyson! The whole thing couldn't have taken more than three minutes." One of the other men spoke up. "Boss, it looks like Aaron's leg is broken on top of everything else." "Dammit who is this so called mystery woman? What is she doing involved in this?" The attendant answered. "I don't know who she is, but she was going over the Marriott to get a room when she left here." "You want us to go after her, Mr. Adams?" asked one of his men. "No, just go over there and find out who she is and where she's from. If she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, we can let it go. If she's involved with these union pricks, we'll have to take some action. Shorty, don't you know the desk clerk over at the Marriott?" The man he addressed as Shorty answered affirmatively. "Then get over there and see what you can find out about this woman. The rest of you get these guys loaded into the cars and take'em to the hospital to get fixed up. Shorty, get a move on!". The man Adams called Shorty fit the old joke, "I'm not fat, I just short for my weight.". He stood only about 5'6" and weighed over two hundred pounds. He had been all muscle at one time, but overeating and excessive drinking had taken their toll on his body, and while he was still solidly built, he now had what Texans called Dunlop disease. His belly "done lopped" over his belt. He was wearing a western style shirt with jeans and a Stetson hat. The huge belt buckle holding up his jeans was hidden from his sight by his protruding gut. He struck up a conversation with the desk clerk, whom he knew quite well. He failed to notice the woman in question standing by the elevator listening intently to his quizzing of the clerk. Shorty finally got around to asking about the new arrival. The clerk showed him the registration slip. Rusty Walters, New York City, New York. Shorty thanked the clerk and rapidly left the motel. As he neared his car, he felt a strong hand grasp his shoulder and spin him around. "Why are you asking questions about me?" he heard in a low, musical voice as he found himself looking straight ahead into a large, shapely pair of breasts. He looked up and was staring into icy blue eyes as the redhead towered over him. The woman asked "Why are you asking questions about me? Who sent you? Who are you working for, and what is their interest in me?" Shorty stared at her. Rusty had changed shirts, getting rid of the blood splattered tee shirt she had been wearing and replacing it with another one just like it only a different color. Shorty could see the bulging rippling muscles exploding out of that shirt and shook his head. "Looks like a damn anatomy chart. I've never seen muscles like that anywhere even on a man. She must be roided out." Rusty held her grip on his shoulders. "Either you're going to tell me what I want to know or I'm going to beat you until you beg me to let you tell me. What's it going to be?" Shorty thought "Muscles or no muscles she's still a broad. I can take her. She must have caught Hal and the boys by surprise. " He suddenly drove his knee up into her crotch, smashing it as hard as he could. The redhead released her hold on his shoulders, and Shorty was free as the woman sank to her knees. If Shorty had been smart he would have run for his life, but he thought he had everything under control. Rusty was groaning and clutching herself where his knee had slammed into her most sensitive area. Shorty decided he would get revenge for his buddies, then haul her in to see Ross Adams. He grabbed her hair in both hands and lifted Rusty to her feet. He drove his fist into her belly. Her rock hard abdominal muscles absorbed the blow with minimal damage. Again and again Shorty pumped his fist into the woman's belly. It was impossible for him to tell that he was having no effect on her with his punches. They just bounced off her tight belly. Finally, Rusty had enough. She pushed Shorty away, and said, "Let me show you how to throw belly punches!" Before he could react since he thought she would be barely able to stand up, Rusty buried her big right fist deep in Shorty's fat belly, making all he air whoosh out of his body as he folded over, around her fist. "You must really be out of shape, one gut punch and you're done. Let me tell you a little story, I'm an expert in gut punching as you are about to find out. I love driving my fists into fat, soft bellies like yours. The only question is will you puke before you pass out?" Having said that the woman set out to prove her claim as a gut punching expert. Her fists ripped into Shorty's fat belly. He shuddered from the impact of each titanic blow like a bolt of electricity had gone through his body. The red head was turning her body to get the power of her big legs and her hips into each devastating punch. Shorty was flopping around like a puppet with the strings cut. Rusty was giving a belly punching clinic, but the only attendee was her victim, Shorty. TTHHUUDD!! ARRRGGGHH!! WWHHOOMMPP!! UUGGHHH!!! TTHHUUMMPP!! OOOFFF!!! Her big fists hammered her chosen target again and again tearing up his gut. Now her fists were sinking all the way up past her wrists with each monumental blow. He began coughing up dark red blood. Shorty started gagging. As pain and nausea radiated out from her plundering fists to consume his entire body. No human could continue to absorb this kind of punishment for long. Mucous and blood were flying out of his nose and mouth with each savage smash. Rusty stepped back as suddenly a big spray of vomit came out of his mouth and Shorty fell to his knees and puked his guts out. It was a greenish blob tinged with red. "I thought you would pass out first. Bad guess on my part." Rusty said to him. It seemed like her voice was coming out of a faraway tunnel as Shorty also had a roaring in his ears that matched the roaring in his stomach. When he finished puking he was on his hands and knees and tried to crawl away from this vicious woman. She kicked his arms out from under him and he fell face first into his own vomit. Rusty reached down and pulled him to his feet. "Now where were we? Oh, yes, I remember now. You were about to tell me who sent you to ask questions about me, weren't you. If you don't tell me we will continue with our little gut punching demonstration." Shorty indicated he wanted to speak by waving his arms around but he had no breath left in his battered body. At last he was able to croak "I-It was R-Ross Adams." "Who is Ross Adams?" Rusty asked sternly. "Somers Oil" Shorty managed to reply. What does he do at Somers Oil?" Rusty asked again. "Right now, he's the union buster." Shorty replied. "I have a message for you to deliver to Mr. Ross Adams when you wake up. Don't fuck with Rusty Walters!" "W-When I w-w UUUUNNNNHHHHH!!!" Rusty had turned away from Shorty while she was speaking. He thought she was leaving. Suddenly her body spun back toward him and her right fist, that big, hard, projectile that had destroyed Shorty's gut, rocketed into his poor abused belly one final time. This was the hardest, most brutal punch that she had delivered during the entire session. TTTHHHUUUDDD!!! Both of Shorty's feet flew up in the air from the monstrous punch. Rusty's right biceps was flexed into a mountainous ball of iron as it pulled that destructive fist up into Shorty's gut. When he came back to the ground her collapsed in an unconscious heap. "I thought you would do this before you puked. My mistake." Rusty said to the man who since he was out cold, couldn't hear her. "I really do love belly punching fat slobs like you." She said as she left without bothering to look back at her unconscious victim. Rusty found Juanita's directions easy to follow. She approached a neat, small Mexican style stucco house with a red barrel tile roof. The small yard was mowed and appeared to be well cared for. Rusty knocked on the door and Juanita answered and invited her in. There was a young man there as well. Juanita introduced him as Tim Michaelson, the union representative who was there to help the workers organize. Tim was a nice looking young man close to Rusty's height and probably weighed around one hundred seventy pounds. He would have been shocked to learn that Rusty outweighed him. He had a slim athletic looking build. Rusty found out that Tim had a nice smile as they shook hands. As Juanita recounted to Tim the events of the day, he held on to Rusty's hand. Upon closer observation he could see the ridge of scar tissue across her knuckles. He thought that it added to her overall attractiveness. A certain amount of danger added to beauty like hers, caused sexual stirrings like he had not felt since arriving in Libertyville. They sat down for dinner. Juanita had outdone herself. The food was not nearly as spicy as Rusty had expected, or had found in Mexican restaurants across the country. Juanita explained that true Mexican cooking did not use nearly the amount of peppers and spices that the Tex- Mex restaurants that the general public thought were authentic Mexican eateries. While the food was not as spicy as Rusty had anticipated, it was delicious. They were washing it down with San Miguel beer. "This is a much better beer than Corona which the American yuppies have adopted." Juanita explained. The discussion turned to Somers Oil and the union. Tim briefly explained his mission which was to help the workers get organized. "Somers Oil essentially has slave labor now, and wants to keep it that way. Ross Adams and his headbusters have tried to intimidate the work force. They have by and large been successful. However, there are a few holdouts like Juanita that they can't intimidate so they are resorting to violence. You interfered with their latest attempt today. From what Juanita tells me you were amazing. I hear all three of them are in the hospital and Aaron has a broken leg along with his broken jaw. Why don't you stick around and help us out. We sure could use someone like you who is not afraid of Adams' thugs." Rusty sat back and let out another long sigh. She really did not want to get mixed up in this situation. After her battles that had occurred on the other parts of her trip she only wanted to relax and have some fun for the rest of her vacation. "I sympathize with you, and wish you a lot of luck, but I need to get to California. I will be leaving in the morning. I'm not sure what I could do to help you, anyhow. I don't work at Somers Oil and I truly don't like unions. I think what you are trying to do is admirable, but I don't see how I can help you. Juanita, I want to thank you for a delicious dinner. Tim, it was nice to meet you. Since I am leaving first thing in the morning, I had better be getting back to the motel. Rusty shook hands with Tim and hugged Juanita. "You be extra careful. Those goons will be back" Rusty said to Juanita as they hugged. As she rode back to the motel, Rusty couldn't get Juanita and her problems out of her mind. She became convinced the best course of action for her was to get an early start in the morning and be on her way. She was still distracted when she opened the door to her room. As she reached for the light she was thinking "I could have sworn I left a light on." She heard a slight rustling behind her. Then a sharp pain in her head and everything went black. Rusty slowly came awake. She realized that she was tied to a chair in the middle of her own motel room. There was a group of men standing around her. One of them stepped around in front of her. He was a large man, at least 6'3" tall and looked to be in good shape. He had handsome good looks with a strong jaw and a hawklike nose. Under other circumstances she would have found him very attractive. He spoke to Rusty. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm just passing through." she replied. The man slapped her sharply across the face. "Wrong answer. Let me ask you again, Why are you here?" "I told you I was just passing through." she answered. This time the man slammed his fist into her face. She saw stars and the room was suddenly spinning around. "Why then, did you attack my men?" he asked in a hard voice. "They were about to beat up a defenseless woman. What would you have done in my place? I stopped for gas and saw what was going on. I couldn't stand by and let them hurt her." The man slapped her again. "Why were you meeting with Juanita and that scumbag union man?" he asked. Rusty knew she could be in big trouble. "Who are you and why am I tied up like this?" she asked him. "I'm Ross Adams, and you're tied up because we have seen first hand the damage you can do when you are not. Now answer my question." He smashed his fist into her face again. A trickle of blood started running down from her lip. "Juanita invited me for dinner for saving her from your thugs. The union guy was there when I got there. All I want to do is leave town. I'm on my way to California." Rusty told him. The man took each of her breasts in his big hands and squeezed. "I believe you, honey. Nice tits, by the way. The problem is, I can't let you get away with putting three of my men in the hospital and Shorty may wind up there too. He's still spittin' up blood after what you did to him. So you are gonna have to pay for what you did." Methodically he began slapping her face with his right hand, forehand, backhand, forehand, backhand. Her head spun around with each full strength slap. Soon blood was running from both sides of her mouth and his handprints could be seen on each cheek. He tired of that, and began using his fist, smashing it into her jaw. All at once her head slumped down and she was out. He lifted her out of the chair, keeping her hands tied behind her back. He unbuttoned and pulled down her jeans, then her panties, exposing a patch of pubic hair that was as bright red as the hair on her head. "At least she's a nautral redhead." he said, bringing a laugh from the other men in the room. He lifted her up and tossed her on the bed. "God, she's heavy. She weighs a ton." he said. "Of course she's heavy, look at all those muscles!" One of the men said. Ross then dropped his pants and mounted her. As Ross Adams pumped away into the unconscious woman she began to stir. As Rusty woke up, she realized what was happening and tried to struggle, but with her hands and feet still tied she could not do much. When Adams had finished, he sat back and said "Okay men, whose next. Step right up boys, this is prime stuff. All four of the men took their turns with the others holding the struggling woman down. When they had all finished, Ross Adams said to Rusty "If you're smart, you'll get on that motorcycle and get out of Libertyville. If we see you around here again, you might not get out alive." Adams nodded and the man standing behind her smashed the blackjack down on her head again and once more everything went black. "Untie the bitch." Adams ordered. The men reluctantly cut the ropes binding Rusty and they all filed out of her motel room. Several minutes later, Rusty began to stir. Her head was throbbing and her face hurt. She didn't even want to think about her violated vagina. She got up from the floor, and immediately took two extra strength Tylenol which she had in her bag. The next thing she did was take a long hot bath as if she could soak away the abuse she had taken from Ross Adams and his gang. After her bath she collapsed nude on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. The next morning she didn't wake up until mid-morning. She was starving. Rusty got dressed, and looked at her face in the mirror. She usually used no makeup at all or just minimally, but today she tried to cover up the bumps and bruises as best she could. She looked in the mirror again. There was nothing she could do about the swelling on her cheeks, but she had done a credible job on the bruises. She went down to the motel dining room and ordered breakfast. After she had finished she remembered that Tim had told her he had rented a storefront office near the Somers Oil plant. She got on her Harley and went in search of it. First she found Somers Oil, then Tim's office. She noticed there was only a secretary working there as she entered. The secretary, a middle aged woman with her hair up in a bun, directed her to Tim who was in his office in the back of the suite. "I'm in" was all Rusty said to him. "Why the change of heart?" Tim asked. "I now have a score to settle with Mr. Ross Adams." was all she would say. "How can I help?" she asked. "We need to pass out this union information to the workers." Tim said. "You could stand in front of the plant and distribute it as they come in to work or leave after their shift. They run 24 hours a day with 3 shifts, so you could get two shifts at once this afternoon. That is if you want to do it. Adams' goons have chased off everyone who had tried to pass out the literature, so far." "I'll do it." Rusty said. "I hope some of his boys that I met last night show up. I would like to meet them again." Tim noticed the swelling around her face for the first time. "Did you have a run-in with them?" he asked. "Yes, but I was outnumbered. I plan to see each of them one on one and see how tough they really are." Rusty answered. She did not mention the rape, only the visible beating she had received. "Be sure to stay outside the gate. They will try to claim you can't be there because it's private property. Inside the gate belongs to Somers Oil. Outside the gate is public land. Legally you have every right to be there." Tim said. "I'll be there at 3:00 o'clock." she said picking up the literature packets. Rusty left the makeshift office and headed for the Somers Oil facility. At a few minutes to three o'clock the incoming shift began arriving at Somers Oil. Rusty stood outside the gate and began passing out the union literature to the arriving workers. Every one of them accepted the material with a promise to read it. On the top floor of the building where the executive offices were, Ross Adams looked out the window of his office and saw Rusty distributing the literature. "Damn it, there's that bimbo with the big tits. She didn't learn her lesson last night after all." He picked up his telephone and dialed a number. When he got an answer, he said "That redhead with the big boobs is outside the gate passing out that union crap. Get over there and get rid of her. I'm sure you would like another shot at her after last night, wouldn't you?" Receiving an affirmative answer, Adams said "That's what I thought. You can't kill her, but you can fuck her again if you want to. I don't care what you do, just get her the hell away from the gate!" He roared into the telephone. Adams slammed the phone down. He rose from his chair and began pacing back and forth in front of the big window, watching Rusty working the employees on behalf of the union. A car pulled up and two men got out. The approached Rusty from across the street. She immediately recognized them as two of the men from her motel room from the night before. As the got closer she continued to distribute the union literature to the workers. The one they had called Slim fit his description. He was tall and thin, or to be more accurate, wiry, as stringy muscles could be seen dancing under his skin. The other one, Norm, was about average size with a solid looking build. "Hi, there Big Boobs. How about another roll in the hay?" Slim said. "You're on private property, lady. You're trespassin'. Move along now, before we have to get rough." Norm said. Rusty stared coolly at the two men. "I'm not on private property at all. Anything outside the gate is public land, and I have as much right to be here as you do. As for getting rough, anytime you want to start, go ahead. It might be a little different this time with my hands and legs not tied." "Come on, Red. Pick up this crap you're passin' out and get your big tits outta here!" Slim snarled. Rusty gave the two men a dazzling smile, turned and placed the literature packets on the ground. Next, she removed her jacket and laid it on top of the literature packets. "Why don't you two big rough and tough guys try to move me or else get back in your little car and get the hell out of here so I can finish my work." "Okay babe, you asked for it. Maybe we'll have to get another little piece of your ass when we're through beating on you." Norm threatened. "Come on, assholes or are you planning to talk me to death?" Rusty replied. The two men separated and circled to each side. With an almost inpreceptible nod of his head Norm signaled Slim to start their attack. Both men leaped at Rusty. At the very last second she jumped forward out of the way and they collided, bounced apart and fell to the pavement. Rusty reached for Norm, since he was the closest to her, and yanked to his feet. "Did the big, strong man fall down and go boom?" Rusty said to him. She viciously drove her knee up into his groin, bringing a loud groan from him. Three more times her knee slammed up into Norm's groin smashing his testicles. "It's going to be a long time before you try to stick that thing in a woman again!" Rusty growled in his ear. Norm was hanging limply in Rusty's grasp moaning in pain. Rusty heard a sound behind her and turned still keeping her grip on Norm. Slim had gotten to his feet. He pulled a switchblade knife out of his pocket and it opened with a loud click. "Hold on a minute Slim, I'm not quite finished with your partner yet." Rusty smiled at him again. Slim kept circling and Rusty kept turning with him never releasing her hold on Norm. She curled her right fist into a big, hard rock and shoved it under Norm's nose. "Look what I've got for you, Norm." she said in a conversational tone. Without warning she pulled it back and smashed it into Norm's face. There was a loud SNAP as Norm's nose broke under her rocky fist "We have to start a new club for you boys. The broken nose club." Rusty continued in her conversational voice. Blood was streaming down both sides of Norm's face from his mashed nose. He dangled limply from Rusty's left hand. "I have to go now, Norm, It seems that your friend Slim wants to play." she said. "Let's have one for the road." That same powerful fist exploded on his jaw causing a spray of blood and teeth to come flying out of his mouth. She released her grip with her left hand and the bloody, unconscious man fell to the pavement. Slim advanced toward her waving the knife in front of him. "I'll cut your cunt out and feed it to the hogs, you bitch!" Slim shouted. A small crowd had gathered. They were all rooting for Rusty, they were sick of Adams' thugs and the way the pushed everybody at the plant around. "You're going to join your buddies in the broken nose club." Rusty informed him in the same voice she would use if they were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. That seemed to infuriate Slim even more. He lunged at Rusty with the knife. She managed to avoid his knife thrusts the first several times he slashed at her. While she was ducking, Rusty was looking for a pattern he used. She was not inexperienced in dealing with knife attacks. She had been involved in plenty in her days with a motorcycle gang. As Slim started his next attack Rusty moved forward, inside the knife arm and grasped it with both hands. She dropped to her knees and flipped Slim over her head, retaining her hold on his knife arm. He hit the pavement with a thump and lay there stunned for a moment. Rusty stood up and dropped both knees down on his arm. It broke with a loud crack as 172 pounds of muscle landed on his extended arm driving her knees downward. Slim screamed in pain. Rusty removed the knife from his hand as the intense pain radiated up his arm. Next she wrenched the broken arm up behind his back, bringing forth more screams. Holding his broken arm with one hand and his belt with the other Rusty jerked Slim to his feet. She stood behind him twisting the broken arm, listening to the man's screams. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "It's time to initiate you into the club." She spun him around to face her. This time she decided to use her left fist. "Can't play favorites" she thought. Slim's nose exploded in a shower of blood as that massive block of granite hard knuckles smashed into it. He nearly forgot the pain in his arm, his nose hurt so bad. Her fist had squashed it flat. His entire face was covered in red as blood poured from his smashed nose. "Now you too are a member of the broken nose club." She said. Slim continued to scream in pain. "I need quiet to finish my work, so I guess I'll have to have you join your buddy in la la land." she said. She decided to stay with her left hand. Her left fist came around in a big roundhouse swing that finished above her right shoulder. Slim's jaw happened to be in the way as her fist accelerated to its destination, so there was a loud, violent collision between the fist and jaw. CCRRAACCKKK!!! Another splash of blood and flying teeth was the result. Rusty had released Slim as she started the punch, so he sailed backward and landed on top of Norm at a 90 degree angle, the two unconscious thugs formed a cross. "God, I really do love to fight." Rusty thought as she looked at the bodies of her victims. "That's at least partial payback." She picked up her jacket and literature and turned back to the workers. They gave her a big round of applause and eagerly, this time, came forward to accept the information she was distributing. "Be careful," she warned. "Please step around the garbage." Ross Adams was apoplectic up in his office as he watched the events unfold below him down in front of the entrance. "Dammit, we're gonna have to do somethin' about that broad. She keeps gettin' in our way! Get down there and haul those two dummies away! See if they need to see the doc." Adams shook his head. "I'm probably gonna have to deal with this bitch myself." he mused. "I'll bet she's a great piece of ass when she wants to be. Maybe I'll just have to break her, 'til she begs me for it. That would be a lot of fun." He resumed pacing and fuming as he watched the woman distribute the union material to the workers. He could see the men he sent slowly approach the two unconscious men. They picked up Slim first because he was on top of Norm and carried him to their truck. Next they got Norm. The woman who had caused all the damage didn't even look at them as they hauled away her victims. After the last worker had left, Rusty looked over the scene of her battle with Norm and Slim. She saw several teeth scattered over the landscape. She stooped over and picked them up. "Maybe I'll start saving these." she thought. "I'll be like the old Texas gunslingers. Instead of putting notches on a gunhandle, I'll collect the teeth of the bad guys and string'em together." She must have had 10 teeth between Norm and Slim when she finished gathering them. She reached in her saddle bags and pulled out a roll of fishing line. She cut off a piece about three feet long and tied a knot in one end. she strung the teeth on the line and tied the open end around a small piece of wood. She stuck her grisly momento in her saddlebag, and rode off to Tim's office. When she entered the office Tim looked up. "I hear you had a bit of trouble." "Nothing I couldn't handle" Rusty answered. She elected not to show him her new souvenier collection. He wouldn't understand. She really didn't understand what motivated her to think of doing that, either. "Maybe I'm a little more warped than I thought." she thought as the image of teeth on a string came to mind. Rusty closed her eyes and tried to imagine a string long enough to hold all of the teeth she had knocked out in her brawling career. "It would reach all the way across this room." she thought. Her eyes started to glaze over with lust a she looked at Tim's slim young body. Fighting always made her horny as hell, plus she hadn't had a good roll in the sack in several days. Rusty also wanted to wash away the memory of the five men who took her in hte motel room. She took off he jacket and draped over the back of her chair. She walked over to Tim's desk and sat down on it, with her breasts almost sticking under his nose. Tim was finding it very hard to concentrate on his work. He kept looking at this beautiful woman with her chest stuck in his face. Tim looked up to see Rusty smiling down at him. "Been laid lately, Tim?" she asked in a throaty voice. "Pardon me?" was his response. "I asked had you been laid lately, you know, had any good pussy?" Rusty said. Tim stammered for a few seconds. "I guess that means no." Rusty answered for him. "Would you like to?" was her next question. Tim almost fell off his chair. "Are you asking what I think you're asking?" Tim inquired. "Let this be your answer." Rusty said and leaned over the desk and planted a long kiss on his lips. It ran through Tim like an electric shock. Rusty got up and locked the door. "We don't want to be disturbed, do we?' she said. Next she took the phone off the hook and began taking off her clothes. As she removed her bra Tim gasped as he saw her magnificent breasts swinging free, sticking straight out from her muscled chest with absolutely no sag to them. Tim was still sitting in his desk chair, and Rusty was sitting on his desk facing him. When she had finished disrobing and sat naked in front of him, she took his breath away. 'I-I've n- never seen anything like you before." Tim managed to stammer. Rusty struck a double biceps pose, the huge cannonballs on her arms rising up. "Do these muscles turn you off or on?" she asked. Then glancing down at his crotch, she could see and erection about to rip through his jeans. "Mr. Happy looks like he's turned on." Rusty continued. She placed her legs over his shoulders, and slid her steaming pussy up close to his face. Tim understood what was expected of him, and put his mouth to work. He thrust his tongue deep inside her quivering snatch. He sucked and licked the clit. he could feel the pillars of muscle in her legs tighten around his head as her orgasm neared. With a shout, Rusty exploded in a long climax. Tim kept licking and sucking right through it, even as her juices flooded his face. When it was over, Rusty did not say a word. She reached down and unbuckled his belt, then ripped his jeans down. His erect penis sprang free. Like a contortionist, Rusty impaled herself on him, with he legs extending over the back of the desk chair. Using her powerful arms on the arms of the chair, she began to pump up and down. Tim quickly caught on to the rhythm and moved with her. Faster and faster Rusty moved, the big muscles in her arms flexing as she pumped harder and harder on the chair arm. At this pace neither of the could last long and they did not. They both erupted in long, intense orgasms. Rusty got up and started looking for her clothes without saying a word. "That was nice." she finally said. "Nice! Nice! is that all you can say is that it was nice, If I was physically capable, I would spank your cute butt for that. Nice for you happens to be the best I've ever had. I wonder what it would take to get you to say good or even great." Tim mumbled. "Let's just say we both enjoyed it a lot, and let it go at that." Rusty smiled at him. She got dressed, put his phone back on the hook, and unlocked the door. She started to leave then turned back, "Should I plan to pass out the literature tomorrow at Somers Oil?' she asked. "Yes" Tim answered. "We cant't let them think that they have run you off, now can we?" "I guess not" Rusty said as she left. Rusty decided to ride by and see Juanita on her way back to the motel. As she turned down the street she smelled smoke. She cranked the Harley up to full speed with a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Juanita's house was on fire. Rusty kicked in the door and found Juanita sprawled unconscious on the living room floor. Rusty scooped her up in her strong arms and raced out the door out into the yard. She shouted at one of the neighbors to call the fire department. The man waved, nodded and went inside. Rusty found that Juanita had not been overcome by the smoke, she had a big lump behind her left ear. "The same bastard with the blackjack!" she thought. Juanita began to come around. When she opened her eyes they were wide with fear until she saw Rusty. "Shhh, take it easy, you're okay." Rusty told her. "The fire department is on its way. What the hell happened." Juanita was still groggy and was trying to clear her head. "Ross Adams and his men. They beat me, then set my house on fire. The last thing I remember was Adams laughing and then they must have hit me on the head. I woke up here with you." "They meant for you to die in that fire." Rusty said. "Did you recognize them ? Could you testify in court that it was Adams and his thugs?" Juanita replied. "They meant to kill me. That's why they didn't wear masks like they usually do when they do their dirty work. They thought I wouldn't be around to identify them." The fire trucks came screaming up to the house. The local fire department had always been very efficient and quickly subdued the fire. "I'm going to pay Mr. Adams and his friends a little vist." Rusty said. "You wait here, the paramedics will check you out." she instructed Juanita. Rusty found Juanita's cell phone in her purse. She called Tim and told him the situation. "Wait 45 minutes then call the cops and have them pick up Adams and his goons." Rusty told him. "Why wait 45 minutes?" Tim asked. "Because I'm going to pay them a little visit first and I want some time alone with them." she answered. Rusty broke the connection before Tim could say anything else. She mounted her Harley and roared off to the Somers Oil location. Rusty slowly approached the Somers Oil complex. She could see lights on the top floor where the offices were. She parked the Harley, and looked at the fence. It was twelve feet high with barbed wire around the top. First Rusty removed her jacket, the huge muscles under her white skin gleaming in the moonlight. Next, Rusty took a length of rope from her saddlebag and looped it over one of the fenceposts. She scaled to the top of the fence and jumped over, taking care to make sure the rope fell down the inside of the fence in case she needed to make a fast getaway. The doors were unlocked, so she quietly entered the building. She had learned the names of the two other men who were with Ross Adams on the night of their attack on her. They were Sid and Quint, with Quint being the guy with the blackjack who knocked her out twice. Rusty decided not to risk taking the elevator to the top floor, so she had twelve flights of stairs to climb. Rusty was happy she was in shape as she made her way up the stairs to the top floor. She cracked the door slightly and looked up and down the hallway, but no one was in sight. She stepped out of the stairwell into the hallway. She could see lights coming from an office about halfway down towards the end on her left. Quietly she crept down the hall to the office. She could hear Ross Adams' voice clearly. He was addressing the other two men. "With that Juanita bitch out of the way, this union talk should die off. She was the real leader here in trying to establish the union. We'll have a little ceremony for her, a little recognition as an outstanding employee, then bury her spic ass and get things back to normal." Rusty had sneaked into the outer office while this was going on. She stepped through the door and said, "There's only one thing wrong with that logic. Juanita is not dead. She got out of the fire, okay. You boys are in a heap of trouble. The cops will be here any minute to haul your bodies away." "What do you mean haul our bodies away?" Ross demanded. "By the time they get here you'll all be unconsicious or worse, because I have a little score to settle with all of you from last night." Rusty said. "Get her, boys." Adams shouted. "We can't let this bitch walk in here and threaten us on our own property. The cops might like to know about that too, don't you think?" Sid and Quint moved toward her, with Quint pulling his blackjack out of his pocket. Rusty had used up all of her two on one moves, so she decided to take out Sid first, which would leave her more time to deal with the more dangerous Quint. She leaped in the air at Sid, her boots colliding with his chest. Sid was driven back into the wall. Rusty landed on her butt and back, but sprang quickly back to her feet. Her steel-toed boot smashed into Sid's left kneecap. It broke with a loud crack. He moaned loudly and started to slide to the floor. Rusty caught him and smashed her fist into his nose, breaking it and splashing blood all over his shirt. Quint had stood frozen through all of this it had happened so quickly. One more brutal smash to Sid's jaw probably breaking it, knocked him out, shattering teeth which came spilling out of his mouth. Rusty wheeled to face Quint with the unconscious Sid still clutched in her left hand. With an amazing show of strength she lifted him with her left arm and flung him against the wall. "Come on, Mr. Blackjack, it's time for your initiation into the club." Quint was still amazed at the speed with which she had so easily dispatched Sid. "What the hell club are you talkin' about?" he growled. "The broken nose club, of course. All of your buddies are members, except for Shorty, and if he shows up, he'll be initiated too." "Shorty's in the hospital. You busted somethin' inside him when you beat him up with those hamhock fists." Quint said. "Too bad, I'd really like to make all of you club members. Maybe I'll have to visit him in the hospital." she grinned at Quint. Quint swung the blackjack at her head, but Rusty quickly ducked out of the way. Quint recovered and swung again. This time he hit her on the shoulder with it and her left shoulder immediately went numb. Rusty backed away from him waiting for the feeling to return to her shoulder and arm. She was holding her left arm down at her side. Quint continued to swing at her with the blackjack, but Rusty was able to avoid being hit again. She could feel her left shoulder and arm begin to tingle, a sign that the feeling was returning. She didn't want Quint to know that, so she kept holding her arm down like it was hurt. After ducking a few more passes at her head with the blackjack, Rusty could tell that full feeling had returned to her shoulder and arm. Quint, thinking her left arm was useless had been ignoring it. Now as he stepped that way to swing his blackjack again, Rusty snapped her hard left fist straight into his nose. Quint did not expect it and was driven backwards. Again, Rusty smashed his nose with her left, this time eliciting a loud pop as the cartilage broke. "Welcome to the club." she said to him. Blood was pouring out of his broken nose, and the pain caused his eyes to tear up, blurring his vision. Rusty stepped around and drove a full power right into his jaw. Quint spun around and fell to the floor. Rusty picked him up and unloaded a monster punch with her right fist straight into his open mouth. She was trying to punch her fist through the back of his head by way of his mouth.She could feel the teeth buckling and cracking under her hard knuckles as her fist slammed home. No human teeth could stand up to such a vicious, powerful blow. Quint sagged in her strong left hand. Rusty looked at Ross Adams then deliberately drove another jaw breaker of a punch at Quint with her lethal right fist. KKKRRRAAACCC!!! The jaw did break and most of Quint's remaining teeth came sailing out. She casually flung Quint's body away from her, and looked at Ross Adams. "Well, it looks like it's just you and me, Mr. Rapist & Attempted Murderer Union Buster." Rusty said. "I knew all along I would have to do this myself." Adams said, as he got up from his chair behind his desk. "I'll admit you're pretty good. These two make eight of my men you have busted up. After I beat the shit out of you, I'm gonna take you over to that sofa over there and fuck you 'til you can't walk. In fact I'm gonna beat you 'til you beg me to fuck you!" Ross Adams said to Rusty. he was removing his jacket, shirt and tie as he spoke. "You've got it all wrong, Mr. Rapist. The way it's going to be is that I'm going to beat you 'til you beg me to let you kiss my ass before I knock you out. I'm going to reinvent pain for you. You have never hurt in your wasted life the way you're going to hurt when I get through with you." Rusty said. Ross Adams presented a menacing figure. Six foot three, with wide shoulders and a flat hard looking belly, and well muscled arms and shoulders, he would certainly be the biggest challenge of all of the men Rusty had taken on before. "I'm gonna be a lot tougher that those two creampuffs over there you took out so easy." Adams waved his arms at the unconsicous twosome of Sid and Quint. "You have a lot of things to answer for." Rusty said in a very quiet voice. The two antagonists began circling each other in the office. No more talking, the time had come for action. Ross began flicking out his left in a jab, trying to take advantage of his height and reach. It kept stinging Rusty's face. The area around her right eye was turning red. Still Adams kept sticking his left fist in her face. He suddenly ripped his right fist into her hard belly, eliciting a grunt from Rusty, but his fist did not penetrate, it just bounced off the washboard stomach. Ross followed up with a whistling left hook that landed smack on Rusty's jaw and deposited her on her butt. The room was spinning around a little bit for her. As Rusty got to her feet, Adams landed a hard right to her other jaw, and down she went again. This time Adams tried to stomp her. Rusty managed to roll behind his desk to get away. Slowly she climbed to her feet. Her right eye was swollen and turning black and she had a welt on her jaw. Adams approached her and swung a big right. Rusty ducked under it. He followed with an equally hard left, but Rusty blocked it, and countered with her first punch of the fight a brain scrambling left hook that exploded on Ross Adams' jaw. Rusty followed with a vicious right uppercut to his belly. She felt her fist bounce off the solid muscles there. Then a left uppercut to the same place. This time Rusty could feel a little give in his midsection. His head came down and forward from the two belly blows and she unleashed a muscle driven uppercut that crashed into Ross' chin. It seemed to stretch his neck back several inches as he went up on his toes, then toppled over on his back. Rusty was still too groggy to follow up on her advantage. Now both fighters had been hurt. Ross dragged himself to his feet. He went back to his jabs at Rusty's face. She concentrated on blasting his belly at every chance she got. She could feel the rock hard abdominal muscles begin to give a little more each time she rammed her big fist into them. Adams' face was still unmarked. Rusty's right eye was closing fast as he kept sticking the jabs into it. Again he tried the power left hook, but at the last second Rusty mangaged to flick her head out of the way and his fist sailed harmlessly over her head. Rusty brought a brutal right up from the floor and buried it in his belly. This time his abdominal muscles failed to hold and split apart with a loud crack and her fist penetrated deep in his belly for the first time. Ross Adams felt as though he had been impaled on a telephone pole. Pain rocked through his body as Rusty now drove another powerhouse right into his belly. This time her hard fist met no resistance at all as it blasted far into his body. AAWWKK!! squeaked out of Adams' mouth as her fist drove all his wind out. His knees started to fold up when Rusty drove in one more savage gut punch that lifted him in the air and dropped him groveling on his hands and knees. Mucous and blood were dribbling out of his mouth. "It's time for your club initiation." Rusty said to him. She took his hair in her left hand and lifted up his head. Ross was pleading with his eyes when he saw that big, hard hammer she intended to break his nose with drawing back. WWHHAAMM!! it smashed his nose into fragments of tissue as huge amounts of blood spurted from the destroyed appendage. WWHHAAMM!! Just to make sure, Rusty unloaded on his nose again. More blood poured out. Ross Adams' nose was forever changed to a smashed , flattened lump of bloody tissue, that it would take a team of plastic surgeons to rebuild. The hint of a smile played across Rusty's face as she looked down at the beaten man. "Now your punishment starts! You have a lot to answer for, rape and attempted murder for starters." Rusty whispered to him. She jerked Adams to his feet using his hair. She thundered her fists into his now unresisting stomach, each punch harder than the one before. His once hard abdominal muscles were caved in under the barrage of concrete fists that the redhead unleashed on his stomach. One of Rusty's favorite punishments for bad little boys like Ross Adams was gut punching. As she had with Shorty she was putting on a clinic in gut punching, but Ross Adams didn't seem to be enjoying it at all. He gagged an gurgled as the big hard fists of the woman buried deeper and deeper into his now pliant flesh. The pain and nausea got worse with each vicious blow. Still Rusty kept pounding his belly. Adams was now spitting up blood. He would have begged her to stop if he had any breath left in his body with which to speak. Adams heard her voice and realized she had been counting. "23, 24, 25!" she said as her massive fist pumped back and forth with a rhythm of its own. As she reached 25, Rusty released him and Adams fell to the floor and curled into a ball, clutching his battered gut. Rusty could see it spasming and convulsing from the trauma she had inflicted on it and it sent a shiver down her spine and caused her pussy to get wet. Rusty unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop. She slid her panties down. "I told you you would kiss my ass before we were through," she said. "If you want me to stop, kiss it. If you want to continue, refuse to do what you're told!". Adams raised his head and put his lips on her ass cheeks. He kissed each one. "The poop chute too." Rusty commanded. Adams had no choice but to comply if he wanted the torture to end. He placed his lips directly on the opening and kissed. "Lick it!" she ordered. His tongue snaked inside her rectum as he licked away. Fear done strange things to people. In his wildest dreams Ross Adams never envisioned that he would be kissing a woman's ass to keep her from beating him anymore. Rusty could feel the orgasm building in her sopping wet snatch as Adams tongued her ass. When it hit her entire body went stiff as a board, and she screamed. Then Ross Adams made a mistake. He thought that while she was distracted with her climax that he could get away. Out of the corner of her eye Rusty spotted him crawling toward the door, then getting unsteadily to his feet and trying to run. It was more of a stumble, actually laughable to her. She pulled up her panties and jeans and caught him in the hallway before he got to the elevator. "You don't get off that easily." she told him. "You were trying to run out on me when we had a lot more points to discuss." Rusty said. "You have to learn that rape and attempted murder call for a lot more punishment that you have gotten so far." Adams started to plead with the powerful redhead not to hurt him anymore, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Rusty was determined to extract revenge for herself and Juanita from this man. The redhead was quite a sight standing there with his blood splattered all over her, and one eye swelling shut very rapidly. Adams lunged at her swinging his fist at her bad eye. Rusty saw him coming and blocked it. Her left fist ripped up in a violent uppercut to his battered belly. All ability to resist left his body as her punishing fist sank into it. Rusty followed with an even more vicious uppercut with her right fist to his belly and Adams was done. He folded up in slow motion to the floor. Rusty dragged him back inside the office. She pulled him to his feet and sat him down on his desktop, facing her. She grasped his shirt with her left hand and showed him her big right fist. "Now it's time to continue your punishment" she said. Fear clutched his heart as he looked at that big, hard missile and he lost control. He peed in his pants. Rusty, of course, immediately noticed it and knew how afraid he was. His broken nose was still leaking blood, and internal blood was dribbling from his mouth from the belly beating he had taken WWHHAAMM!!, WWHHAAMM!! Rusty slammed two quick punches, one to each eye. Adams would now have two lovely shiners to go with his broken nose. "Open your mouth!" she ordered him. Adams just glared at her. Rusty smashed her fist into his broken nose. Agonizing pain shot through his face. "I said open your mouth!" she growled. Adams resignedly opened his mouth. Rusty cocked her fist and released a titanic punch right into the recently opened mouth, breaking and knocking out teeth. Three more times she hammered that battering ram fist into his mouth. She talked to him with each punch SSMMAASSSHH!! "This is for raping me!" WWHHAAMM!! "This is for trying to kill Juanita!" BBLLAAMM!! "This is for being an asshole!" Adams was spitting out teeth like popcorn. When she saw this, Rusty's desire for revenge was sated, but her pussy got soaking wet. She lifted him off the desk, still holding him in her left hand. "And this is just because I want to!" CCCRRRAAACCCKK!! One final, monstrous, brutal punch broke his jaw and sent more teeth flying. Rusty dropped the unconscious man to the floor. Ross Adams was no longer a handsome man. His face was a broken battered wreck that could never be handsome again. Looking around the room, she began gathering up the teeth of the vanquished thugs, Quint and Sid. Pretty soon she had a handful, and stuffed them in her pocket. She turned to where she had just smashed Ross Adams into a bloody pulp. Soon she had another handful, just from Adams alone stuffing them in her other pocket. She heard the arrival of the police. The first officer through the door, saw just a flash as Rusty disappeared down the stairwell. He turned his attention back to the men he had come to arrest for the attempt on Juanita. When he saw them he said to his partner, "God what a slaughterhouse. These guys look like they've been run through a meatgrinder. Call the medics and an ambulance." Although all three had been severely beaten, Ross Adams was definitely in the worst shape, with two black eyes, busted nose, broken jaw, and probable internal injuries. Twenty one of his teeth were knocked out or broken off. "What the hell happened to these guys. It looks like they lost World War III" the paramedics said as they hauled them out of the building on gurneys. Rusty managed to slip unnoticed back to her bike and quietly ride away. She headed back to her motel. She called Tim and asked him to come over. When he arrived he found her room and knocked on the door. When it opened, Rusty was standing there, nude. Tim had a great deal of difficulty remembering the next two hours. Rusty was sitting on his face, Rusty was taking him inside her, he was kissing and worshipping her muscles. Finally Tim dropped into a deep sleep. Rusty got dressed and quietly left the room leaving Tim there sleeping. She left and went in search of the hospital. In most small towns the hospitals are no more than clinics with beds. It was no trouble finding the hospital. In a town like Libertyville, everyone knew where it was. When she found the hospital it was not a large one only 50 beds, all on one floor. Rusty reached in her saddlebags and removed a small package. She entered the hospital and asked for two rooms, Juanita Lopez and the man known as Shorty. She went to see Juanita first. The two women hugged, and Rusty explained what had happened to Ross Adams and the remainder of his crew. She told Juanita that the police had arrived and arrested what was left of Adams, Sid and Quint. Juanita knew she would have to testify against them, but stated she was looking forward to it. "It will be a long time before their trial." Rusty told her. "Why?" Juanita asked. "They had to be taken to Houston to the University Hospital" Rusty answered. "They were too beat up and had suffered too much damage to be treated here. They'll be out of comission for a long, long time." Rusty said. She pulled out the fishing line with all of the teeth strung on it and showed it to Juanita. With the addition of the teeth from Quint, Sid, and especially Ross Adams the entire length of the string was covered with teeth. Rusty explained what she had done which brought a huge grin to Juanita's face. "I wish I could have seen that. Particularly Ross Adams." she said. They then discussed the union situation, and Rusty left. She found a restroom, went into the toilet stall and latched the door. She reached into the bag she had brought in and retrieved her nurses uniform that she had used in other places before. After she had changed, Rusty found Shorty's room. He was in the bed watching television when she arrived. Seeing the nurses uniform out of the corner of his eye, Shorty started to make a wise ass comment when he recognized Rusty. "Hi, Shorty, how's your fat belly feeling?" Rusty asked. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I came to initiate you into the club." she said. "Every one of your buddies are members, so you are the only one who is not, so I am here to remedy that now." Rusty smiled at him. "What the hell kind of club are you talking about?" Shorty asked. "Why, the broken nose club, of course." she answered. "We can do this a couple of ways." Rusty explained. "You can take your medicine like a big boy, or I can pound on your gut some more first. Which way do you want it to be?" "Please don't hit my belly again. You tore something up the last time. Just don't hurt me anymore." "Okay, then. You want to do this the easy way." Rusty placed her hands under his armpits and sat Shorty up in the bed. "You can make up any story you want to about what happened, but if you mention me to anybody, I'll come back and beat you even worse that I did at the motel!" she said. She took a small pan that was on the sink and placed it in Shorty's lap. "Hold this." she said. "What's it for?" he asked. "The blood, of course, silly." Rusty told him. "I have to do this just right, I don't want to get your blood on my uniform." she said. "Close your eyes." she ordered Shorty. He quickly complied. He was deathly afraid of this big redhead. Looking at Shorty propped up in the bed with his eyes closed made Rusty start to get wet again. She moved to the left side of the bed so that her right side was closest to Shorty. "Keep your eyes closed!" she growled. Rusty cocked her right fist back and rocketed it into Shorty's nose, It broke with a loud crack and the blood poured out, running down into the pan that Rusty had placed in his lap. "Now all of you have broken noses. You're lucky that I have my tooth string filled up, so you get to keep yours." Even through the pain, Shorty heard her and wondered what the hell she was talking about. Rusty pulled out the string of teeth from her pocket and explained to Shorty where the teeth came from. He was just as glad not to become a contributor, because he knew if this woman wanted to knock out his teeth she could and no one could stop her. The pain in his nose was extreme. "Wait 5 minutes after I'm gone to ring for the nurse." Rusty instructed. If you ring before that, I'll have to come back and you don't want that, I know." Rusty eased out of the room. She found the same restroom and changed back into her street clothes. She rode back to the motel where she found Tim still sleeping. She climbed into the bed and was soon fast asleep. Shorty kept one eye on the clock as he tried to stem the flow of blood from his nose. As the 5 minute mark passed, he grabbed the buzzer and summoned the nurse. He still had no idea what he was going to tell them but he knew he would not mention Rusty. He wasn't sure he could live through another visit from her. After a quick nap, Rusty awoke. She quietly dressed and slipped out the door. She paid her bill and left. She stopped for breakfast at a diner on her way out of town. She picked up a paper to read while she ate. The headlines made a smile come to her face. "Local oil executive arrested. Ross Adams of Somers Oil was arrested for attempted murder last night. Mr. Adams is accused of ordering the murder of Juanita Lopez, a local union activist. Mr. Adams and his two associates are currently not in jail, however. Someone beat the police to him. He had been severely beaten as had Sid Lane and Quint Mason, the two men with him. All three suffered broken noses and jaws and had multiple teeth missing. All three have been transfered to Houston for surgical treatment of their injuries. The police saw a red haired woman running down the stairs at the Somers Oil Building. They would like to interview her regarding the activities at that building. If anyone can help with the identification of this woman, please contact the Libertyville Police." Rusty smiled, reached in her jacket pocket and ran her fingers over the string of teeth from her victims. She got on her Harley and headed west out of town.