Lynn
By Dreadnaught
Lynn the gymnast knocks out three men 

     I wrote this one when someone posted to the group that they'd like to
see a gymnast in a fight. I don't know that much about gymnastics either,
but what the hell. :)

D.

     After watching the videotape of Suzie the amazon bartender in
action defending herself against two male robbers, I really needed
to take a short break to try to recover some energy. Watching that
tape had got me going so much that I was exhausted, so I took a
short walk outside to get some fresh air, letting Paul watch the
monitors of the security company we worked for alone for a bit.
When I got back I told him I wanted to relax for a bit, so I sat at
our desk for an hour, watching the monitors intently and trying to
ignore Paul grinning at me. He'd seen the effect watching Suzie
beat up those two would-be robbers had had on me and obviously was
enjoying seeing me squirm.
     He wasn't done yet, either. "You gotten yourself together
enough to watch another tape? If you liked Suzie, this one will
blow you away," he said with an evil grin.
     I gulped. "Uh, I dunno yet.." I stammered, not especially
eager to let Paul see the effect powerful amazon women had on me
again, but unable to resist the temptation he was giving me to
watch this mysterious tape he was referring to.
     "Ah, c'mon," Paul encouraged. "You know you want to see it.
Why fight it?"
     I sighed. "Oh, all right." We got up and went into the back
office again.
     I sat down and Paul began searching through the stacks of
videotapes again. "Here it is. This one's amazing. It's from an
import warehouse about a month ago. They got broken into as we
watched. We forwarded the tape on to the cops, but they still
haven't caught anyone, and they haven't given out too many details
about what happened or who they're looking for. I only know what
the guy who showed me this tape told me.. her name is Lynn." Paul
popped the tape in the VCR and sat back to watch.
     The tape began with a date, about a month ago, and a time,
about one in the morning. Then the picture came up, showing the
large insides of a warehouse, piles of large wooden boxes reaching
about six feet in height, cardboard boxes piled just as high,
groups of what looked like oil drums sitting around the vast space
of the area. From the camera's viewpoint, I could see pipes passing
across the room about seven or eight feet off the ground. It was
silent, except for a hissing noise which seemed to come from the
pipes. Again, as with the last tape of Suzie in action, the images
on this tape were unusually clear, every detail in focus and easily
visible.
     The silence lasted a few more moments until a figure dropped
down from out of the camera shot onto one of the piles of wooden
crates. She was gorgeous, tall and thin. Her long blonde hair was
back in a ponytail, a beautiful face, tight black spandex top and
shorts molding to the curves of her fair-sized breasts and tight
rear, long legs going down to black boots with low heels which came
to just above her ankles.. What struck me were her arms and legs,
which had prominent muscles but without being chunky or looking
knotted they way some musclebound types look. The curves of Lynn's
body were smooth and shapely every inch of the way. My attention
was riveted on her.
     She landed on the pile of crates like a cat, very smoothly and
effortlessly. I assumed she had dropped through a skylight on the
roof or something, since she just seemed to appear out of nowhere.
She stayed crouched for a second on the crates and surveyed the
warehouse. Satisfied she wasn't being watched, even though she was,
she stood to her full height, which must have been somewhere near
six feet, then leapt off the crates, did an amazing-looking flip in
midair, and landed softly on the ground. Already I was becoming
excited by this woman's obvious gymnastic ability. Once she landed,
she sprung lightly over to one of the piles of boxes and began to
inspect them, presumably looking for something specific to rob.
     Lynn had time to inspect another couple of groups of boxes
before she became aware of something happening, even though I
couldn't see or hear anything myself. She hurried back to the
portion of the warehouse where she had come from and positioned
herself under one of the water pipes, then leapt up. Her arm
muscles became sexily pronounced as she pulled herself up, keeping
her hold on the thick pipe and bringing her legs up until she was
crouching on the pipe itself. Her balance amazed me! She was able
to stay in a crouched position on the pipe with hardly any visible
effort.
     Then I saw what had caught her attention. A door in the
nearby wall opened and a guard came through. Dressed in a uniform
similar to mine, made to look like a policeman's uniform, he slowly
and cautiously advanced into the huge room, gun drawn as he spoke
into a walkie-talkie.
     "You sure we're being broken into?" he asked. "I didn't see
anything on the monitors."
     "Just look around. I could have sworn I saw something," the
voice answered from the walkie-talkie. The guard kept his careful
search up, slowly and nervously looking around.
     Paul interrupted the action for a moment. "That first guard is
named Hughes," he told me. "The other two are Armstrong and Young.
They all worked for us." I wondered for a moment why he used the
past tense, but I quickly brought my attention back to the TV.
     Hughes had slowly but surely made progress to the point where
he was directly under the silently watching Lynn. She made no noise
or movement, but I knew Hughes had blundered into a trap.. it
didn't seem to occur to him to look up.
     He kept moving slowly, trying to cover everyplace at once with
his gun. "I think you guys are full of shit. There's nothing in
here," he told the walkie-talkie, and began shuffling away from
Lynn's position..
     When she pounced. Keeping her firm grip on the pipe, she
powered her legs straight back horizontally then brought them
together, and gravity and her momentum swung her down towards
Hughes. "Surprise!" Lynn cried, as her legs swung down and the
bottom of her boots plowed into Hughes' chest as he spun around to
face his attacker. Her kick knocked him sliding across the floor
with a loud "Oomph!" of pain, his gun skittering across the floor
one way and the squaking walkie-talkie the other. Lynn's momentum
carried her back up and she let go of the pipe, dismounting like a
gymnast would as the walkie-talkie cried out, demanding to know
what the hell was going on.
     Hughes had the same question. He clambered back to his feet
and managed to shout out, "What the fuck is this??" but he didn't
have time to say anything else. Lynn had landed on her toes and
instantly sprung towards the man, did a cartwheel and emerged with
another kick to his chest. Hughes stumbled back into one of the
piles of wooden crates with considerable force, almost bouncing
off.
     Lynn again came at him. "It's a robbery, that's what it is,"
she said. The bewildered guard had no time to act or react before
the girl slammed a hard left hook to his jaw. "UNNH!" Hughes' head
slammed hard back into the crates as he took the punch. It was
probably just me, but Lynn's arms looked solid enough to me that
she could punch out a tractor-trailer.
     She smiled as she told the guard, "And you've got a fight on
your hands." With that, she grabbed Hughes' jacket and hopped up,
bringing her feet up into his midsection. Hughes instantly
overbalanced and fell forward into Lynn, who waited until her back
touched the ground and she was supporting his weight on her coiled
legs before driving them out, lifting the man up on her boots and
sending him flying. Hughes flipped over the amazon and crashed to
the ground flat on his back, stunned for the moment, groaning. The
erection I already had throbbed mightily as I watched the muscles
in her legs flex with this move and admired their power.
     Lynn was back on her feet in an instant. "Ever fought a woman
before, wimp?" she asked, pulling Hughes back to his feet. To this
point he hadn't even had the time to think about trying to attack
her, and she wasn't about to give him the chance to try. As she
brought him back up, she kept a hold of his jacket with one hand,
made a fist with the other and shot a jab to his chin. Her punch
landed with a whap and bounced his head back and forth. Next she
brought her knee up hard into his stomach, and the air flew out of
Hughes with a whoosh. Then in one quick, smooth move she moved
behind the man and hopped up onto his back, locking her long legs
in a scissors around his middle, her arms snaking around and behind
his neck and clasping it in a sleeper.
     Lynn's muscles leapt to life as she powered her dual hold.
"You really are a wimp," she grinned, as Hughes' face contorted
into a painful griamce and he began to turn red. "Never even took
a swing at me, and you'll be out cold before you know it." Hughes
dropped to his knees as the powerful arms and sexy legs crushed the
life out of him. "Who.. are you?" he gasped, pawing with one hand
at the arm enveloping his neck and the other at one of Lynn's legs.
"Does it matter?" she answered. As her rear end touched the floor,
she began to lean back, keeping the crushing sleeper on his neck
but straightening her legs, applying even more force to his middle.
Hughes gasped and wheezed frantically, unable to loosen the
amazon's grasp. "You're gonna be asleep in another minute or two.
Then your bosses are gonna ask who did this to you and you're gonna
have to say some blonde babe," Lynn laughed, her arms and legs
flexing dangerously. The man in her immense grasp began to gurgle
as she brought him down to lie on top of her, his struggles
weakening steadily as he began to slip into unconsciousness, her
dominating power not letting up.
     I was so fixed on watching Lynn crush Hughes out that I didn't
notice the other two guards come running up until they were on top
of her. Both had their guns drawn and ready. The black guard,
Armstrong, came up close and levelled his gun at Lynn's head.
"Freeze, dammit! Let him go or I waste you here and now!" The other
guard, Young, kept her covered from a more respectable distance.
Lynn seemed to shrug. "If you say so," she said, nonplussed, then
relaxed her arms and legs and pushed Hughes off of her. The nearly
unconscious guard slumped off to her side, his breath coming in
short gasps which increased in magnitude as the pressure eased off
his body. She sat up as Armstrong kept the muzzle of his gun
pointed nervously at her lovely face.
     "Stay put! Who the hell are you and what were you doing?!"
Armstrong barked. 
     Lynn stayed in a sitting position. "Who, me?" she snickered
lightly. "I'm just doing a job. I was sent here to steal some
electronics components, but your friend here interrupted me, so I
decided to have a little fun with him."
     The eyes of the men staring at her bugged out slightly. Why
was she being so honest? Was it because she had a way out they
didn't know about? The guns levelled at her began to tremble
slightly as the men pointing them began to let their nerves become
raw.
     Behind Lynn, Hughes began to cough and wheeze as he came to.
She turned and looked at him for a moment, then smiled broadly at
Armstrong. "Not bad, huh? I got a background in gymnastics and I
use that when I fight. Most guys I fight just can't cope with
that."
     Armstrong swallowed deeply, then motioned to Young. "Go see
how he is." Young began to slowly move towards Hughes as Armstrong
addressed the amazon woman. "You ain't gonna be fighting anyone
else tonight. Get up, you're comin' with us."
     Lynn stood slowly as Young moved around her. She was
breathtaking, really, since she stood about an inch taller than
Young and was slightly taller than Armstrong. She seemed to bristle
with power, and both guards kept her carefully covered.
     Young moved next to the still gasping Hughes, and making sure
Armstrong kept the strange woman covered, he put his gun back in
the holster and knelt down to examine Hughes. "Jesus.. he'll be
okay, but she really did give him a working over," Young grumbled.
     Lynn smiled. "I told you I did." Armstrong's eyes flicked
momentarily over to the other two men. Without hesitation Lynn
jumped straight up, grabbing the pipe over her head. She then
kicked straight forward, her boot crashing into Armstrong's jaw.
"Now it's your turn," she said, her strong kick sending the black
man sprawling into some oil drums, the metal clanging loudly as he
collapsed to the floor. The leap and kick had been so fast
Armstrong didn't have a chance of bringing his gun around to follow
her movements.
     Young quickly stood and began fumbling with his holster,
trying to bring out his own gun to defend himself. Lynn was even
quicker, dropping down from the pipe and turning in mid-air to face
her opponent, crouching down and letting her strong legs launch her
forward into a flying tackle. Young crashed to the ground under the
amazon with a grunt, then yelled in pain as Lynn knelt over him,
grabbed his jacket in one hand and brought her other fist down into
his face. The punch stunned him and Lynn left him lying there as
she went back to Armstrong.
     The guard growled as he got back up, and charged at Lynn, his
fists balled tight as he prepared to swing them at her head. But
she wasn't about to let him get that chance. The second he was
within range, her beautiful left leg came up and she snapped a high
kick straight to his face. Her boot stopped his charge cold and
sent him staggering back a step. Lynn began to press her own
attack. "That wasn't too bright," she admonished him, and stepped
forward with a hard punch into Armstrong's solar plexus. The guard
howled in agony. "I guess I have to convince you guys I can beat
you." The amazon smiled and jumped into the air, driving a straight
kick into Armstrong's chest at the peak of her jump. The man
stumbled back into the tin drums and to the floor, stunned.
     Hughes still hadn't worked up the energy to move much, so Lynn
stepped over to Young, who had regained his feet and was shaking
his head to clear it. A grin came over Lynn's beautiful face as she
raised her fists. "You're gonna be easy, shorty. I'll even give you
a fair chance. C'mon, take a swing at me." Young stepped forward
cautiously, and launched a punch at Lynn's head. It was deflected
easily by the amazon, who replied with her own punch, an almost
effortless looking right cross to Young's jaw. Whack. Young's head
was rocked back and he staggered with the force, although Lynn
looked like she was barely using a fraction of her total power, and
the grin on her face widened. "C'mon, that's the best you can do?"
Young collected himself and tried another punch, which again
bounced off the taller amazon's forearm as she blocked it. Again
her other fist flashed forward, her easy-looking punch knocking
Young's head around and blasting him a couple of steps back. "If
that's the best fight you can give me, then you really don't stand
a chance," she laughed. "Let me show you some fancy fist work." She
stepped in and launched a combination, a left to Young's gut, a
right cross to his jaw, then an uppercut with her left. Thud,
whack, biff. The noises echoed around the warehouse along with
Young's grunts of pain, then the sound of his battered body
crashing back into a pile of cardboard boxes and sagging to the
ground. Young spent the next few moments desperately trying to
shake off the punishment Lynn's fists had inflicted on him.
     Meanwhile, Hughes had managed to regain enough strength to
stand, and he stood hacking and wheezing, rubbing his crushed
middle. Before he could do anything else, Lynn's strong arms had
snuck around his neck again, and she reapplied a sleeper. "Good to
see you're still awake," she purred in his ear. "Your two wimpy
friends are gonna need all the help they can get." Hughes
frantically tried freeing himself from the hold, gasping for
breath. He was saved when Armstrong reached Lynn from behind and
wrapped his hands around her throat, crushing her windpipe. She
quickly released Hughes, who sank to his knees and gulped in air,
and brought her hands up to pry the black guard's hands loose. Her
strength was utterly amazing. She began to easily unclench
Armstrong's hands, and seeing he couldn't maintain the hold, he
shifted his grasp and whipped Lynn as hard as he could towards a
stack of wooden crates. She stopped herself at the crates easily
enough, and turned to see the enraged guard charging at her. He
ducked down to drive a shoulder tackle into the girl, but she saw
him coming and pirouetted on her toes, lithely spinning out of the
way. Armstrong tried pulling out at the last moment, but stilled
thudded face first into the crates. Lynn's giggling must have rang
in his ears. "That had to hurt," she commented, spinning him around
to face her then dropping him with a solid left hook to his chin.
The blonde's punch shot him back into the boxes again and his legs
buckled, dropping him to the ground. He looked like she had him in
a world of pain at this point.
     Hughes was still busy struggling against the highly effective
beatings Lynn was giving him when she was on him again, her arms
snaking around him and locking in a painful full nelson. He groaned
and struggled feebly, but Lynn kept the hold clamped on him. His
two friends weren't in much of a position to help him. Armstrong
was still on the ground from the blonde's last punch, and when
Young approached to try to help Hughes, he was met by Lynn's boot
as she drove a kick to her side, straight into his chest. Her kick
knocked the smaller man back into the wooden crates hard, and he
leaned against them for a few moments, fighting the pain. Lynn had
kept the nelson locked on Hughes, and she began steering him
towards another pile of crates from behind. "You're not gonna be
able to break my hold, you know," she told him as he continued his
ever weakening struggles. "I could knock you out anytime I want,
but I'm enjoying this." I had no doubt in my mind she could finish
this fight like she said. She had these three men totally
outclassed physically, and mentally she was humiliating them as
well.
     As they neared the crates, Lynn quickly released the nelson
and shoved Hughes hard from behind. He ran face first into the
crates, and the blonde spun him around to face her, then shot a
strong open hand chop down into the base of Hughes' neck. As his
legs buckled under him and he began to collapse, Lynn brought her
knee up into his face. His battered body fell back against the
crates again and to the floor, barely conscious. The amazon towered
over him, laughing at the pain she was inflicting on him. "I can't
believe you guys work as security.. and three of you can't take one
girl. That's sad."
     Young ignored Lynn's humiliating comments and found himself a
weapon. He picked up a crowbar and brandished it menacingly, but
before he could turn around to deal with the beautiful amazon, she
was upon him. One kick from her long, gorgeous legs sent the
crowbar flying from his grasp. Another kick snapped into his chin,
stunning him but not flooring him, yet. Amidst his shout of pain
Lynn laughed. "You guys can't even take a few kicks," she commented
as she executed another. She raised her left leg to her right,
kicking it high up in an arc aimed directly at Young's face. The
side of her foot smashed into his temple and cheek, the leather of
her boot producing a loud whack as it collided with flesh and bone.
Lynn's kick literally blew Young off his feet. He spun to the floor
near the pile of crates he'd crashed into beforehand. "You're a
mess, shorty," the leggy amazon beamed. "A couple more kicks like
that and you'll be out. Then what? You gonna tell people a big, bad
girl came along and beat you senseless?" She was right, both Hughes
and Young looked like they couldn't take much more of her
punishment, and she looked like she could keep this up all night.
I felt my excitement and arousal beginning to reach a peak as she
continued her humiliation. "If you three are what security's like
these days, I should beat up all the guards at Fort Knox. It'd be
easy money, if they can't give me a better fight than you guys."
     Armstrong's voice called out behind her. "I'll give you a
fucking fight, lady," he said in a vaguely pained voice as he
staggered to his feet. "Come get it." Lynn smiled devilishly as she
left the two other men to try to regain their senses and strode to
take on Armstrong and his anger. "You really think your bare fists
are a match for mine?" she sneered, ducking quickly and coming back
up as Armstrong swung wildly at her head. The grin never left her
face throughout this exchange; she had total confidence in her
power and ability. Another of the guard's punches whizzed over her
head as she dodged. This time she replied with a quick, cheeky
little punch to Armstrong's gut. He grunted in pain and stepped
back. "I'm gonna use you for a punching bag, little man," Lynn
giggled, and Armstrong's rage brewed up at the cocky blonde. She
ducked another punch, then sidestepped and ducked again. Armstrong
grunted again as she landed another punch to his stomach, then
louder as she followed up with a punch to his chin. Lynn kept
grinning, her punches looking effortless. "My fists are gonna have
you begging for mercy," she vowed as Armstrong shook off the
punch's effects. He threw another desperate punch, and again missed
by a mile. Lynn's response was a crisp left. He staggered back from
her punch. "It's great how men always think they're so hot in
fights," she said, a punch from her right keeping Armstrong off
balance as it whacked into his face. "A few punches from me and
they're changing their tune." Smack, another left from Lynn and
Armstrong thudded back into a pile of boxes, and he wobbled against
them as she closed in. "When they wake up, that is.. I love
humiliating a guy with my fists and knocking him out. It's one hell
of a rush." The blonde's next punch was a devastating right cross.
Her grin widened even more as her fist blasted through his jaw, her
repeated blows finally knocking Armstrong's punch-drunk legs away.
As he leaned back against the crates he sagged to the floor beneath
the sexy amazon. It looked like he'd had it, he could barely hold
his head up, and I moaned with ecstacy as the thought of another
male victim of Lynn's fists lying unconscious beneath her came into
my mind and drove me to orgasm. She had other ideas though. She
kneeled and began lightly slapping Armstrong's face, bringing him
back to life slightly. "I'm not done with you yet, wimp," she
laughed. "A few light punches and you're almost asleep already..
you guys are really well trained." As he regained enough strength
to move his head around Lynn stood and strode back to the other
men.
     Hughes had recovered enough to get to his knees and try
standing, but a kick to his face reversed his momentum. Lynn kicked
a sexy leg up high, her black boot plowed into his chin, and he
crashed back down to the floor with a yell of pain. "Gymnastics
really gives you strong legs," she teased as she lifted Young to
his feet. "Let me demonstrate." She leapt up in the air, grabbing
the pipe overhead, then brought her legs up and around, wrapping
them around Young's neck and locking her ankles. Young immediately
began gasping for breath and clawing at her legs, frantically
trying to free himself. "I haven't fought a man yet who could stand
the power of my legs," Lynn taunted, crushing harder, the muscles
in her shapely legs becoming pronounced. Young rapidly weakened,
the pummeling she'd given him earlier taking its toll. His efforts
to free himself from her hold became feeble, and eventually one
hand dropped away and the other hand was just resting on her leg
before it too dropped away. "And you're going down too, shorty.
Sweet dreams," she grinned, keeping her crushing hold on his neck
up until Young's arms and legs became jelly, and her sexy legs were
obviously the only thing holding him up. She let him go and dropped
back to the floor, letting him crumple into a heap, unconscious.
Her legs had definitely been too much for him to handle. One down,
two to go.
     Armstrong had been able to regain enough energy to try getting
back into the fight again, and he ran at Lynn as she stood over the
sleeping Young. But the sluggishness Lynn's fighting skills had
left him with gave her the advantage, and before the man reached
her, she stopped him with a kick to the stomach. "Back for more,
little man?" she asked, taking his hand in hers and spinning around
into him. The muscles in her arms and legs leapt to life as she
flipped him over her shoulder. He thudded to the ground at her feet
with a grunt.
     "You guys have to be kidding," Lynn smirked. "I won't have to
do much more to you before you're both out. Do you really think you
can stop me now?" Hughes ignored the blonde's teasing as he stood
with great difficulty, just in time to see Lynn's fist descend on
his face. Her strong punch knocked his head back, but he stayed
standing for a moment, until his eyes rolled up into his head and
he collapsed back in slow motion, falling back against the boxes
and sinking to the floor amidst the amazon's derisive laughter. I
thought he'd been knocked out for a minute, but he stirred
slightly, still trying to stay awake even after all the punishment.
     Amrstrong had struggled to his hands and knees, and Lynn
quickly rewarded his efforts by burying one of her sexy black boots
in his gut. He screamed in agony as he left the floor, rolling over
onto his back. The tall blonde amazon calmly stood over him and
looked down contemptuously as he writhed in pain, then bent down
and yanked him to his feet. An evil grin crossed her beautiful face
as she let him go to wobble in front of her. "I promised to use you
as a punching bag, didn't I?" she smiled, her right fist pounding
into Armstrong's stomach. He groaned loudly with the added damage
she gave his already battered middle. "Okay wimp, three punches and
I'll have you out cold," she commented. The first one staggered him
back towards the wooden crates, a perfect left hook. The black man
groaned louder as Lynn landed the second punch, her fist rocketing
through his jaw. The third was another potent left, connecting to
his chin with a crack. Her punches finally drove him back into the
crates, where somehow he managed to stabilize himself and stay
upright. Lynn seemed pleased. "I love seeing how bad my fists can
mess guys up," she grinned. "I'm just keeping you awake for laughs,
little man. I could have knocked you out anytime, but that's no
fun. It's better to just keep hurting you, letting you see that
your best efforts are useless against a girl's bare fists. Mmmm,"
she purred, a look of total pleasure coming over her face as she
savored her thought and her complete power and domination of these
men. Armstrong began to squirm slightly, gathering one last final
reserve of strength from somewhere, and Lynn responded. "I guess I
may as well give you as big a kick out of this as I'm getting," she
taunted, and took a step back. I imagined the last thing Armstrong
saw then, the gorgeous blonde before him, her shapely left leg
coming up to meet his face, the black leather of her boot as it
impacted brutally with his chin, then stars, and darkness..
     Her kick crunched through Armstrong's battered face, the
strong gymnast's leg launching him back into the crates and down to
the floor, where he struggled against the inevitable for a brief
instant before giving up and passing out. Lynn grinned down at him,
the look of pleasure growing. "Mmm, and there's nothing better than
seeing a guy get knocked out by my legs.. too bad he didn't beg for
mercy, that would have really gotten me going." Behind her Hughes
began to stir feebly, his body refusing to succumb to the amazon's
punishments just yet. Lynn noticed his struggles and a gleam came
to her eye. "Then again, I guess I'm not done yet," she noticed
with delight.
     Lynn took Hughes in a strong grasp and lifted him to his feet.
He was almost a dead weight, so she landed a couple of light slaps
to his face to bring him around. As he revived, she moved in behind
him and wrapped an arm around his neck, not hard enough to crush
him out but enough to keep him from thinking of escaping. Her
muscles bulged each time he tried struggling.
     She began taunting him mercilessly as he fought against the
headlock she had on him in vain. "You still think you have a chance
fighting against me, little boy? Look, see your two friends there?
I knocked both of them out. The short one I crushed with my legs,
and the other gave up after a few good hits. Now I got you right
where I want you. You're not gonna be able to make me loosen my
arm, and I can just crush the life out of you whenever I want."
Lynn grinned broadly as the man in her grasp began pleading. "No..
please, let me go.. I'll do whatever you want, just stop.."
     "Really, anything?" Lynn purred in his ear. "Well, for a start
you can tell me what a wimp you are, since you and your two friends
just got totally beaten up by a woman." Hughes bucked a bit and
began to moan, "No..." but he was quickly stifled as Lynn
constricted her arm around his neck. "And believe me, you guys are
wimps," she continued. "Look at them. They were so weak I had to
pull some punches just to keep the fight interesting. Otherwise I'd
have knocked them and you out in about two minutes." Hughes began
to gag as Lynn continued to squeeze his throat, her arm bulging and
relaxing as she poured the power on and relaxed it repeatedly. "Now
say, 'Please, don't let your female muscle destroy me. I submit,'"
she demanded as Hughes began to weaken completely. Hughes managed
to spurt out, "Plaa.. dun.." but he was quickly becoming too close
to being unconscious to continue. Lynn made a sound of disgust.
"I'll take that as you saying, 'Yes, I'm only a man, and you're too
strong for me,'" she giggled. Before he completely lost
consciousness in her powerful headlock, she released it and gave
him a light shove forward, sending him up against a pile of wooden
boxes. Then before his knees had a chance to collapse, Lynn spun
him around to face her, and punched him solidly in the face with
her left. Her fist knocked him back against the boxes, his knees
buckled, and he sagged slowly down to the floor, his eyes rolling
up into his head as she sneered at him. "Goodnight, weakling." When
he finally got to the floor he flopped over onto his side and
slept.
     Lynn stood over him for a moment and I savored every curve of
her sexy body and every bit of her amazing amazon power, then she
quickly went back to surveying the piles of crates for the ones she
had been looking for before these beaten men had interrupted her.
At one point she leapt up onto one pile of crates like a cat to get
a better view around the warehouse. The three men she had knocked
cold never stirred once before the tape ended.
     Paul's voice brought me back to reality. "Amazing, eh? Those
three bozos woke up the next morning to find they were out of work.
The cops still haven't caught her."
     He took a minute to examine me as I sat shaking gently and
sweating, then an evil grin crossed his face. "Think you could
handle one more tape?"
     "I.. I'll try," I managed to laugh.