Mike Drillbit Investigates 
By Dreadnaught
Men are being mysteriously crushed to death
 
     Being a private investigator has its good points. When you get 
a tough case, you can do things to solve it the cops could never 
do, like breaking and entering, stealing evidence.. er, borrowing 
evidence, I mean.. stuff like that. But every once in a while a 
case comes along that can't be solved by any sort of means 
available. 
     This case was one of them. I was sitting in my office one 
sunny afternoon cleaning Bessie, my gun, constant companion and sex 
partner in difficult times, when in walked a very bothered looking 
young man. He explained what was on his mind. His name was Wayne 
Nerdsky. He was the star forward for the local hockey team, the 
Anaheim Mighty Dorks. Seems more and more of his teammates were 
buying it, in really unusual ways. One guy was found in bed, the 
life squeezed out of him, every rib broken. Another looked like 
he'd gone a few rounds with a truck before they'd found him shoved 
into a garbage bin. Whoever it was offing these guys couldn't have 
been a featherweight. These were pro hockey players. Wayne himself 
was six feet and at least 190 pounds, although I got the feeling 
not much of it was brain. Anyways, he'd seen the name Mike Drillbit 
in the phone book under P.I.'s and begged me, please, would I help 
him. I lovingly finished cleaning Bessie, loaded her and put her in 
her place in the holster at my side. "You betcha," I told him, 
rubbing my moustache. 
     After taking the time to size up the suspects, I had to admit 
I was stumped. I got my secretary to get me the lowdowns on the 
team owner, George Lotsabucks, his wife, Gina, a bunch of other 
guys on the team and some other guys who worked at their arena. I 
could have done it myself, but I'd rather sit and watch my 
secretary running around. She had legs most guys would kill for. 
But I still came up a big goose egg. I couldn't figure out what any 
of these people had to gain by bumping off their own players. 
Unless one of them had connections to other teams in the 
franchise.. I checked that one out and bingo. I called Wayne and 
had him meet me at my office. 
     I was a little shocked and pissed when Wayne showed up with 
some bozo from a private security firm hounding his every move. 
Lance had to come with him, Wayne explained. The team owner decided 
to keep a close eye on his star player. I grumbled a bit because 
Lance had the full fake cop outfit, complete with a tiny pea- 
shooter revolver, but the guy looked like he could handle anything 
that came at Wayne, so we all jumped in my antique Edsel and headed 
off to follow up my lead. 
     My car sputtered to a stop outside the stately home of George 
Lotsabucks. "What are we doing here?" Wayne asked. 
     "We're chasing down my lead," I answered. Before Wayne could 
voice his doubts I continued, "Never mind asking, just come on and 
let me ask all the questions." 
     The three of us walked up and rand the front doorbell. 
George's wife Gina answered. Wow, what a babe. About 5' 9", long 
blonde hair, an hourglass figure the long black evening dress she 
wore did nothing to hide.. my kind of woman. Too bad she was 
already a Mrs. 
     "Hello Wayne," she smiled, "Gentlemen. I'm afraid George isn't 
home right now.." 
     "We're not here to see George, Mrs. Lotsabucks.." I began. 
     "Please, call me Gina," she said. "I recognize you, Mr. 
Drillbit.. may I call you Mike?" I nodded. "Well, if you're not 
here to see George, who are you here for?" 
     "You, Gina," I replied. "May we come in?" 
     "Certainly," she said as she ushered us in. She led us into 
the wide front hall, past the staircase leading upstairs into a 
large sitting room. Her high heels clicked on the hardwood floor as 
she moved to a sofa and sat, crossing her long legs and looking at 
us attentively. 
     The owner was definitely making a good buck off his franchise. 
The room was huge, with one wall being taken up mainly with a large 
bookcase, another with a solid looking fireplace. Gina sat on a 
sofa with her back to the fireplace, another sofa faced her, and 
two well-cushioned chairs made a square with the sofas. A coffee 
table spread with trinkets was in the center of the square. Other 
tables around the room held several antique vases and other 
valuables. Not too shabby a layout.. plus having a gorgeous wife, 
George seemed to be set for life. If only he knew.. 
     "So, Mike?" Gina asked, motioning for us to sit down. "What's 
this all about?" 
     Wayne and Lance moved into the room, but didn't sit. Neither 
did I. "It's about the murders, Gina. I have reason to suspect 
you're involved," I said dramatically. 
     Gina smiled slyly. "You don't waste any time, do you? Why 
would I be involved?" 
     "I wondered that myself," I answered. I couldn't help admire 
her long shapely legs hidden under her form-fitting dress, the 
lovely curves of her body, the round fullness of her breasts.. but 
I kept my mind on the subject with difficulty. "I couldn't see any 
reason why anyone would want to kill the team members, but then I 
did some checking into insurance.." 
     She laughed out loud. "So I killed four team members for the 
insurance money?" 
     "That's right," I continued. "The team policy was changed to 
pay off to you specifically in the event of the franchise being 
shut down, and what better way to do it than to kill the players?" 
I pointed at Wayne. "Wayne here figured he was next, so he called 
me in." 
     Gina kept her broad smile. "Okay, I'll humor you. So I killed 
four of the players, right? How much would I gain from that?" 
     "10 million bucks," I answered. 
     "Not a bad income for four morons," she snorted. Wayne 
bristled at the insult, but let her continue. "And how did you find 
this information out, Mike?" 
     "It took a lot of work," I admitted. "You almost managed to 
bury the evidence completely, but not quite." 
     "Careless of me," she chuckled. "And Wayne was supposed to be 
hit next?" 
     "That's right." 
     "I see. And how exactly did I commit the murders?" 
     "That's the part I was hoping you could fill me in on," I 
pondered. "You must have hired some really big goon to put those 
guys away. They weren't small men." 
     "Really?" Gina smiled, a twinkle in her eye. "I don't suppose 
it might have occurred to you that I could have done it myself?" 
     In spite of myself, I had to laugh. "Gina, no offense, but 
you're a woman.. I really doubt there's any way you could take down 
one of these guys. They're grown men! They eat each other for 
breakfast, that's what they're paid to do." 
     The mischievous glint in her eyes became brighter. "Oh, no 
offense taken, Mike.. but I do have something to show you 
gentlemen. Would you please excuse me for a moment?" She stood and 
walked off into the next room, closing the door behind her. 
     "No funny stuff," I called after her. Wayne gave me a 
mortified look after she left, and even Lance, who was paid not to 
be perturbed by anything, looked puzzled. 
     "Mike, what are you doing??" Wayne moaned. "She's the wife of 
the team owner! She wouldn't do something like this!" 
     "She did, Wayne," I said in defence. "I've seen the policy 
with my own eyes. I just don't know who she hired to kill them." I 
began to laugh again as her suggestion flashed through my mind. "I 
seriously doubt she killed them herself though.. she's an 
incredible babe, but the day she could take out a pro hockey player 
I'll eat my hat." 
     As Wayne and I argued I heard the door open behind me, and saw 
the other men's jaws drop. I turned and almost staggered from the 
beautiful sight. Gina had changed clothes. She now wore a workout 
outfit, a tight black sports bra and bikini revealing well-muscled 
arms and abs, and long, voluptuous legs ending in high black laced 
boots with block heels. She had tied her long hair back in a 
ponytail and put on a black sweatband. 
     She grinned as she saw the effect the change had had on us. 
She posed briefly, leaning on the fireplace with her hand on her 
hip. "So, gentlemen, you still believe I couldn't have killed those 
men myself?" 
     Wayne and Lance still looked too awestruck to speak. "Gina, 
you have an amazing body, but there's no way on earth you could 
have overpowered and killed those men." 
     Her grin stayed, as did the gleam in her eyes. "Well, Mike, I 
have an admission to make," she told us, moving towards Wayne. "I 
did kill those men, myself, with my bare hands." Wayne and Lance 
kept their eyes on the luscious body before them, but they did 
begin to grin now, with disbelief. She continued. "And you're 
right, Wayne would have been next. His death would have destroyed 
the franchise for sure, and I knew I'd be able to take him easy." 
The two men began to chuckle now with the thought, and I did too. 
I just could not seriously believe this babe could do much to 
Wayne. She stepped closer to Wayne, and Lance instinctively began 
to close in, protecting his charge.  
     Gina paused and smiled, pouting slightly. "But I see you guys 
still aren't convinced I could do it.. all right, I guess I'll have 
to prove it to you. Mike, you I'm going to enjoy taking out the 
most." Without another word, she moved in quickly, connecting a 
punch with her left to Wayne's chin. 
     That I more or less expected. I knew she'd backed herself into 
a corner with her story of killing the players. I figured if she 
had actually had someone hired to take care of Wayne, he'd have 
jumped out while she had us distracted staring at her amazing body. 
So I did expect her to try a futile attack on us, we'd get her 
subdued, take her in, case closed. What I didn't expect was that 
she'd try attacking us barehanded. And what I really didn't expect 
was Wayne's reaction. 
     As her punch landed, Wayne cried out and stumbled back, losing 
his balance and toppling into a table, almost upsetting it as he 
dropped to the ground, stunned. I must have been more stunned than 
Wayne was at this point. Barely looking like she'd put any effort 
into it, she'd thrown a punch hard enough to knock a grown man on 
his butt. I was beginning to doubt my earlier confidence.. 
     And I lost it completely with her next move. Seeing Wayne go 
down, Lance sprung into action and came at Gina. As he closed in, 
she spun on the toe of her boot and raised her leg high, her foot 
shooting up rapidly to meet his face.. "UNNNH!" he yelled, her 
wheel kick sending him crashing over the sofa into a heap on the 
floor. He too lay looking like a train hit him. 
     My mind raced on all cylinders. This can't be happening, I 
thought. No way an ordinary woman could drop two men with one hit. 
But I knew I was seeing it. She must have just gotten lucky. That 
must be it. She caught them both when they weren't ready, and once 
they recovered, it'd be no contest. Plus I knew I was better than 
that. I'm Mike Drillbit, I can always take a punch and spring right 
back. Gina had no chance to take a cheap swing at me and sucker 
punch me, I'm ready for anything. But still, I didn't want to hurt 
her, so I decided the easiest way to stop an attacker is to meet 
them with overwhelming force. So I reached in and drew my gun. 
     That was as far as I got. Just as I'd managed to draw Bessie 
and aim her at Gina, one of her hands came down in a lightning fast 
chop. The gun fell to the floor as I watched, then I had time to 
look up and see Gina's beautiful face, the smile on it becoming 
more and more sinister. But her face was rapidly replaced by her 
onrushing fist, as it darted up and into my view. Wham. I have an 
amateur boxing experience from years and years ago, but I don't 
remember being hit by anything as hard as her punch. It rocked my 
head back hard, spots appeared before my eyes, I felt my knees 
wobbling and my eyes rolling up into my head as the force of her 
blow sent me staggering back. I think if she had hit me any harder 
I'd have been out for hours. As it was, I had a hard time staying 
upright until the blonde bombshell put me straight, and landed an 
open hand chop to the base of my neck. More spots appeared in my 
vision as my knees gave way and I sank to the ground, then slumped 
forward onto my face. I knew then she was serious, and it wasn't 
any kind of lucky shot she'd landed on the other guys. She could 
easily have killed the players by herself, bare-handed. 
     As I tried to regain my strength I heard her silky voice laugh 
at us. "Do you guys get it now? I can do it, and I did. Those four 
guys never expected a body like mine could hurt them." I had a 
magnificent view of her shiny black boots, her long supple legs and 
then her lovely ass, barely held in by her bikini bottom as she 
strode back to Wayne, who'd managed to struggle back to his feet 
and was frantically looking for a way out. All he found was Gina in 
front of him. She kicked him hard in the kidney area, and he 
buckled as her foot hit, and howled in pain. "You were gonna be 
next anyways, Wayne," she said, throwing her open right hand from 
left to right, the backhand slap catching Wayne's cheek and 
spinning his head with the power of the blow. "I knew it'd be a 
good workout taking you on.. I consider it a gift being able to 
beat up your two friends as well." Her knee came up hard into his 
gut, and as he doubled up she cupped his chin in one hand and 
blasted another punch to his face. Her fist spun him around into 
and through the table, tipping it and sending it skittering across 
the floor as the vase on it toppled with him and shattered to 
pieces. He lay groaning on the floor, his body wracked with pain. 
Now that I knew the force Gina was throwing her punches with I no 
longer found it a laughing matter. 
     She did, though. Her derisive laughter greeted Lance as he 
unsteadily got to his feet. "And you.. you're supposed to be 
guarding him?" she teased. "If you can't handle a woman, what good 
are you?" Her next move amazed me. As Lance got to his feet and 
turned to face her, she put her hands on the sofa and vaulted over 
it, her feet together to one side hurtling forward to thud into 
Lance's chest. The kick knocked him off his feet to crash down 
through the coffee table, turning it into kindling. "I learned that 
move in gymnastics," she beamed. "Never thought it would come in 
handy." "Uu..uuunh," Lance moaned in reply. He stayed down, trying 
to recover some of his senses. 
     My turn. I got to my knees with some effort, then to my feet. 
Gina noticed and approached, the gleam in her eyes brightening 
again. "So, Mr. Tough Guy," she taunted me, "What do you think now 
that I'm knocking you and your friends out?" 
     "Enough screwing around," I growled, assuming a boxing stance. 
"If you want a fight, I'm gonna give you one." 
     "Oh, you box?" she practically squealed. "I trained against 
boxers. Go on, give me a good shot, show me what you're made of. I 
want a good workout on you guys." Her own fists came up in a 
similar stance. 
     Her confidence was really throwing me. It was like she knew 
she could take all three of us on and win without breaking a sweat. 
I took a quick glance over at the other men, but they were still 
flat on their backs. 
     "Yes, I box," I answered defiantly, "And no woman can take my 
shots. I'll show you!" I stepped up and threw a jab at her jaw, 
only to find my fist bouncing off a very solid forearm. Funny, she 
looked like her head was wide open a moment ago. I barely had time 
to wonder what had happened before I got another close-up view of 
her knuckles. Her jab plowed into my chin, the force sending my 
head back, giving me a quick view of the ceiling. I wobbled back a 
step, her voice telling me, "That was your best? Gimme a break, 
Mike. I trained in boxing, some wrestling, various martial arts.. 
I've seen five year olds punch better than that." 
     I was beginning to be very afraid of this amazon woman, if 
none of my fighting training was going to make much difference. I 
guess she sensed this. Her grin widened, and she purred, "But I 
guess you're not used to seeing a woman get the better of you with 
her fists.. so I'll let you have a free shot on me." She let her 
guard drop. 
     I still didn't fancy the idea of hitting a woman in the face, 
so I powered my fist with all the force I could manage into her 
stomach. It was like punching a hard mattress; I felt a bit of 
give, but not much. She giggled. "Nice hard abs, huh? I'm very 
proud of them." 
     Okay, time to go straight for the point. I directed my next 
swing at Gina's head, only to find my fist flying through empty 
space as she ducked the blow. "Uh-uh, Mike, I said only one free 
shot. Let's test how hard your abs are." Next thing I knew pain was 
blasting through every part of my body as her fist landed in my 
gut. I bent in two around the source of the pain. "Whoops, not so 
great. Did I break you?" Her teasing giggles rang in my ears. 
     "Okay Mike, time to see if the great Mike Drillbit can take a 
punch as well as he says," she taunted slyly. I felt myself being 
pulled back upright, I saw her smiling evilly at me, then all I saw 
was the top of her knuckles and a sickening crack as her fist again 
crashed into my face. My vision swam around to face the wall as 
stars began to dance before me. Eventually my view came back around 
to rest on my female tormentor, and my legs stumbled back until I 
came to rest in a corner of the room. Gina was unimpressed. 
"Imagine Mike, you've been in countless fights before.. have you 
ever been pummeled this bad? Have you ever been so helpless? Of 
course you've never been hit by a woman's fists before.. maybe that 
makes a difference?" she mused. Damn right it did, I'd have never 
said any woman could do this much damage to me, and she knew I was 
thinking that. "I should show you I have more up my sleeve than 
just boxing skills.. I'm just going to enjoy putting you to sleep 
with my fists more, that's all. But I want you to have a kick from 
this too, since I'm getting one." With that, I saw her stand on her 
toes and bring a knee up, but before I could do anything a sexy 
black boot smashed into the side of my face. She just stood and 
effortlessly snapped a high kick up six feet into my face, as easy 
as pie. I heard my own voice scream in agony and felt my head 
bounce off the wall I was leaning against as the stars momentarily 
overwhelmed my sight. Gina's kicks were even stronger than her 
punches. I slumped down in the corner, propped up by the wall, 
heard light feminine chuckling as my vision cleared and I saw the 
shapely pair of legs that had almost kicked me into unconsciousness 
skip back in Wayne's direction. 
     He was still on the floor where her last mighty punch had left 
him, although he'd managed to reach a sitting position. He glanced 
up in fear at Gina's shapely body towering over him. "No.. please, 
don't hurt me any more.." he pleaded. She grinned wickedly. "I like 
a man who knows how to beg," she sneered, "But it's not going to 
save you." She reached down and pulled him to his feet, but as she 
did so it became obvious he was playing possum, as he tried a huge 
roundhouse swing at her face. Gina ducked under the wild punch, 
coming up with her open hand, landing the base of her palm right in 
his solar plexus. "Hhhoooff!" Wayne bellowed, the crippling blow 
almost breaking him in two. Gina smirked down at him. "Nice try, 
wimp. But I saw that coming a mile away." She let Wayne have time 
to recover from the blow, which he did, his wheezing gasps for air 
becoming more and more regular. She amused herself in the meantime 
with more taunting. "I want you out cold before I kill you, Wayne. 
Same with your friends. I could probably kill all three of you 
right away, but that's not very interesting for me, is it?" By now 
Wayne had recovered sufficiently to try winding up for another 
punch. Whack. Before he could even draw his fist back her left leg 
soared up in another high kick, lighter than the one she'd landed 
on me, but strong enough. Her boot knocked his head around and 
stopped all his momentum and thought of attack, but he stayed 
upright. "What's interesting is seeing how much pain and 
humiliation you guys can take, being beaten up by a woman and then 
knocked out," Gina gloated, closing in and throwing another 
backhand slap with her left across Wayne's face, then lifting a 
foot to his midsection and dropping back, lifting the hockey player 
over her and sending him flying overhead, onto his back near the 
fireplace. His battered body crashed down hard, but he was still 
awake. Gina quickly bounced to her feet and strode past him. 
     Lance was shaking his head to clear out the cobwebs and agony 
when he spotted her standing near him, hands on hips. "I know what 
you're thinking," she told him. "You're wondering how a girl got to 
be so strong and know how to fight so well." Lance began to 
struggle to his feet as she spoke, splinters of the coffee table 
she'd knocked him through falling to either side. "Lots of 
training.. boxing, martial arts, gymnastics.. years of them. Plus 
I made a discovery.." Lance charged towards her, throwing a swing 
at her head. She ducked, doubled her fists together, and powered 
them into the side of his ribcage. He howled. ".. I found the men 
I'd been trained to fight against were really lousy against a 
faster, more agile woman." Crack, her left hook slammed through his 
chin and sent him reeling back. "And it's amazing how much strength 
you can pack away and still have a sexy body without looking like 
a bodybuilder," she smiled, then spun on her toes and delivered 
another devastating spinning kick to Lance's bruised face. He 
yelled in pain and flew 180 degrees around and back, into the other 
sofa, knocking it over with him into a pile. He looked like he 
wouldn't be able to take much more, and she was right, her body was 
perfect. Tanned, smooth, curvaceous, well-muscled without being 
grotesquely muscular, her skimpy clothes clung and emphasized her 
seductive body, and she was destroying us with it. 
     And with the other two down for now, it was up to me to try to 
stop her. I gathered my reserves of strength and stood as she 
approached slowly, smiling slyly, knowing there was almost nothing 
I could do to stop her. I wiped blood from the corner of my mouth 
and prepared myself. "Tell me more, tough girl," I muttered as I 
scanned the ground for my gun. 
     She happily took the opportunity to torment me. "I don't have 
to, Mike.. you're feeling what I'm doing to you. Are you enjoying 
it as much as I am?" Bingo! My gun was over near Lance, and I only 
had one chance to get it. I dove for it before she could do 
anything else. 
     I had it! I felt my fingers close around the handle and 
trigger, and knew I'd just found my way out of this mess.. and then 
it vanished with a spasm of pain, as a supple leg stepped into view 
and a boot pinned my hand down hard. "I'm disappointed in you, 
Mike," Gina said as I began to use the hand I could move to claw 
frantically at her leg, but it wasn't budging. "I'd have hoped you 
at least could give me a good fight. I knew I could knock out these 
other two weaklings with a few hits, but I thought you'd do 
better." She reached down and pried the gun from my grasp with 
ease, then tossed it out into the front hall as she hauled me up 
with her other hand. Before I could do anything her fist flashed 
forward and blasted into my jaw. Her jab stunned me again. "Imagine 
Mike Drillbit needing a gun to handle a woman armed only with bare 
fists. Who'd have thought?" She giggled, then pivoted and raised 
her right leg, kicking it out to the side straight into my chest, 
hard. I stumbled back and crashed against the bookcase along the 
far wall, winded. As I tried to regain my breath she moved in. 
     Gina bounced before me, assuming a boxing stance. "C'mon Mike, 
show me some of that boxing skill of yours.. or are you afraid of 
what a woman can do to you?" she snickered. Actually, at this point 
I was, very afraid. I decided to try again for the only chance I 
seemed to have, the gun out in the hall. I put as much force as I 
could scare up into a shove, hoping to be able to knock her out of 
the way, run past her and get back my advantage. It didn't quite 
work out that way. I landed the push and tried running past, but 
before I could get two steps in I felt her hand grip my arm, 
painfully. My God, she was strong. I couldn't take another step. 
But just to make sure I couldn't, she stepped in behind me and 
swung her other fist into my kidneys. The pain was unbearable. 
"Don't run off, Mike.. I'm still having fun with you." Gina yanked 
on my arm and I found my back ramming into the bookcase again as 
she flung me into it. Every inch of my body felt like it had been 
run over by a tractor-trailer at this point. I still could hardly 
believe the sexy babe in front of me was doing this to me, but she 
took the chance to remind me. "I really love taking a big tough man 
like you and smashing him to pulp," she chortled. She emphasized 
her point by bringing the back of her right fist around, up and 
through my right cheek. I grunted as my head swam with the punch. 
Stars began to dance again, and my sense of which way was up began 
to get fuzzy. Gina continued, "I especially love seeing a guy like 
you, someone who thinks he can take on anyone, go down.. I love 
seeing what my fists can do to a man." I watched her lovely smile 
for a second before her left came back and forth into close-up 
view. I listened to the two cracks as her fist rammed into my jaw, 
felt my knees sag under the onslaught, heard her delighted laughter 
as she watched me suffer under her power. She really was enjoying 
this lesson in brawling she was giving us. "Whoops, your two 
friends want some more," Gina told me, and I watched helplessly as 
her right fist looped up, the knuckles becoming larger and larger.. 
Wham. My entire field of vision went red for a moment, I felt my 
head slam to the side, my legs turned to mush and I slumped down 
with my back against the bookcase. Books toppled from the shelves 
down onto me as I recoiled from the punch. "Don't go anywhere, 
Mike," she smiled as I came to rest on the floor. 
     Wayne struggled to his feet and stood up straight into a 
punishing left hook from the sultry blonde amazon. "Unnh!!" Gina's 
punch knocked him back against the fireplace again, and he wobbled 
uneasily as she smirked. "This is almost too easy for me, guys!" 
she teased the three of us. "You're all supposed to be able to 
fight, it's part of your job descriptions. Can't you do any 
better?" She glanced over her shoulder at the recovering Lance, 
staggering to his feet behind her. She reacted quickly, grabbing 
Wayne's hand and yanking him towards her hard, then shoving him 
from behind as Lance began to close on her. Wayne struck the 
security guard a glancing blow, their bodies crashing together and 
sending Wayne down to the floor again, tumbling over the sofa. 
Lance grimaced with the pain of the collision but stayed up, 
unfortunately for him. He was rewarded for his stubbornness with a 
kick to the stomach. The wind flew from him as he bent around 
Gina's shiny leather boot. The long, shapely legs I had been 
staring at were making mincemeat out of him. She wasted no time in 
snaking his arm around him, spinning into him, her delectable buns 
encased in black spandex pushing into his groin as she sent him 
flying over her with a perfect hip toss. Lance thudded to the floor 
and tried to collect his strength. She quickly headed back to where 
Wayne lay stunned, pulling him back up. "Okay hockey star, it's 
time to give you a little preview of what's gonna happen once 
you're out," she vowed, locking a side headlock on him. He gurgled 
under her strong grasp, one arm flailing and the other trying 
uselessly to loosen her hold. Gina grinned at his weak attempt to 
free himself as he began to become more sluggish. "No use fighting 
it, wimp.. I've hurt you so much already you don't have the 
strength to escape my arms now." She was right, Wayne was 
definitely starting to weaken under the pressure of her killer 
arms. I still couldn't get up, her last punch was too much. But 
Lance could, and did. And he rushed at her, staggering, but still 
a charge, to try to protect the man he was assigned to. And Gina 
kicked her leg up high with the ease and litheness of a dancer. And 
Lance ran straight into the sole and heel of her boot with his 
face. I heard him groan as he fell like a tree to the ground, and 
her derisive snickering. "I gotta give you credit, big boy," she 
sneered at Lance, "Most men can't take that many of my kicks and 
still come back for more."  
     Gina shifted around behind Wayne, moving her arms around into 
a sleeper. He gurgled louder and his struggles briefly intensified. 
"I want to get my legs into this too.. I want you to feel their 
power. I can do more than just kick with them," she bragged, then 
leapt up onto his back, brought her legs around and wrapped them 
around his ribcage, locking her ankles in front of him. He gasped 
for breath futilely. Now I saw how she did it.. those awesome legs 
had crushed the life right out of a man. They were certainly doing 
a job on Wayne. I watched the amazon's muscles tighten as Wayne 
dropped to his knees, then fell back further into her grasp, his 
struggles dying off. "Goodnight Wayne, I promise I'll have some 
more fun with your friends before I finish them off too," she 
purred. With one final flex Wayne slipped into unconsciousness in 
her sleeper and leg scissors. 
     The blonde practically threw him off her as she released the 
holds once she knew he was asleep. He slumped over unmoving onto 
his face. The kid had put up his best fight but she was just way 
too much for him.. probably for Lance and me as well. But I wasn't 
gonna go down easy. I put forth all my effort into getting up, and 
so did Lance. Gina approved. "One man out cold.. you two left. 
C'mon guys, I think the only chance you're gonna have is if you 
both come at me." She was practically licking her lips in 
anticipation of this, but it probably was the only chance we had. 
I started loping in her direction as Lance stood. Again the amazon 
was far quicker than we were. Standing next to Lance, she kicked 
her leg up, into his gut, and he crumpled around her kick. "Of 
course, you guys are still fighting on my terms," she smiled, then 
took the guard in her grasp and practically lifted him off the 
ground as she shoved him forward with all her considerable might. 
He tumbled headlong over the sofa into the remnants of the coffee 
table. Gina sprang over the sofa with an impressive gymnastic vault 
again, and lifted Lance to his feet. "Let's go!" she beckoned to 
me. I wasn't going to waste time listening. She was in the perfect 
position for us both to overwhelm her now, with Lance in front of 
her and me closing in from the side. As I stepped over the other 
fallen sofa and appraoched, Lance led off the assault with a 
looping punch towards her head. The exchange that followed was 
almost like a bad martial arts movie. She ducked his punch, and 
responded with a brutal punch to his stomach. She danced back out 
of the reach of the punch I threw at her head, and the toe of her 
boot buried itself in my gut. Lance began to wind up for another 
punch; Gina stopped that with a punch to his face with the back of 
her left fist. I tried a punch at her midsection; she blocked that 
with her open hand, retaliating with a painful chop to my neck with 
her other hand. I felt my feet slip around as I tried to stay 
upright. Lance tried a jab after he had recovered; it bounced off 
her guard, and her response was a crisp left hook. He reeled back 
from the punch into the bookcase and off that to the floor, more 
books coming down on top of him. I tried another roundhouse punch, 
and another after that; she ducked one, stepped away from the 
other. Gina answered with a kick to my side, stopping my attacks, 
then stepped back, and those dancer's legs shot another kick into 
my face. The cold black leather boot zoomed up huge, distorting my 
vision with its contact, and then the ground flew up and hit me 
too. The pain was so bad I could barely feel it anymore as I rolled 
over to watch what happened next. She stood between her two 
battered and broken male opponents, laughing, her power 
overwhelming. 
     "Pretty bad, guys.. the two of you together can't take down a 
woman?" Gina beamed as she considered her beating of us. "I guess 
you just can't handle the training I had.. I still remember the 
first time I knocked a guy out. I was sixteen, it was the first 
real fight I had.. I'll never forget the rush I got when I saw my 
kick land on his head and watched him crumple." Lance groaned and 
stirred, trying to stand. "That was fifteen years ago and I've only 
gotten stronger since then.." she continued, as I tried to raise 
myself up to go at her again with Lance. "The last few years, I 
wouldn't be satisfied in my workouts unless I could knock the men 
I fought out with one blow." As Lance stood, she moved in. "But I 
enjoy it more when I make it last.. savoring the sight of a man 
suffering and knowing I was beating him." Lance blinked his eyes 
frantically to clear the view of the blonde vision before him, 
began feebly trying to wind up for a punch.. but Gina put a quick 
halt to his efforts. Her left fist came around and down, and Lance 
cried in pain once more as her chopping punch pounded his face. He 
toppled back into the books, but managed to stay upright. Gina 
prepared to put the finishing touches to the job she'd done on him. 
"Watch carefully, Mike," she told me, "I'm gonna be doing this to 
you in a minute." She turned back to Lance. "Pleasant dreams, 
little man," she giggled. The shapely legs that had turned him into 
a helpless wreck completed their task. Gina kicked up her left leg, 
held her thigh stationary before the beaten guard while she snapped 
her foot forward, pummeling his face, and again. The lightning 
quick kicks brought more grunts of total agony from him, and I 
watched his eyes roll up into his head as he lost all awareness of 
what was happening. He was beyond punch drunk now, but before his 
body could collapse as well, Gina brought her left leg down, and 
used it as a base to bring her right leg up. I watched the black 
boot that had been used with such skill to punish the three of us 
soar up in a spectacular arc, higher, looping at Lance's jaw, and 
connecting hard, a loud crack as leather hammered flesh, Lance 
spinning with the force of her effortless-looking high kick, 
falling down into an elegant standing lamp, seeing it drop with him 
and shatter as his beaten body hit the floor. He was sleeping like 
a baby. 
     Gina smiled down at me as she appraised the two unconscious 
men and looked around the dishevelled room, and at me, her next 
victim. "Wow, you guys really wrecked the place," she laughed. "Or 
should I say I wrecked it knocking you guys out. I guess that's 
fairer. So Mike, you still think a woman like me couldn't handle 
herself in a fight?" 
     I sat up gingerly, rubbing the tender bruises I had forming on 
my face around my eye and my jaw, wondered if her fists had 
loosened any of my teeth, spat a bit of blood from my bruised lips. 
"Can't say I do think that," I admitted weakly. She'd knocked me 
around as if I was nothing. No one had done that to me before. I 
stared at the amazon goddess. Every inch of her satiny skin, every 
curve of her statuesque body, I looked at all of it totally 
different now. Her sports bra and panties clung lovingly to those  
arousing curves, her hair was unruffled, she was barely sweating.. 
she'd destroyed three men with those awesome bare fists and feet 
and the effort hadn't even winded her. 
     Gina noticed my worshipful gaze and revelled in it. "Shame 
you've only come to realize that now.. you're never going to fight 
someone as tough as me ever again, male or female." I knew what she 
meant. We'd guessed what was going on, and we couldn't be allowed 
to spill the beans. 
     "Does your husband know.. what you've done?" I groaned, trying 
to ignore the pain enough to work up my last efforts. "No," she 
admitted. "He's been out of town every time I've fought and killed 
one of the players. I always have time to cover my tracks. And it 
was all so easy.. seduce them, bring them here, let them brag about 
how tough they are, then show them how easy it is for me to beat 
them up.. they're always so shocked and humiliated. They let their 
libidos fight for them, and I always win.." 
     Now! While she spoke, I rose up with all the speed I could 
muster and charged. But Gina was ready, as I reached her I felt her 
plant her boot in my middle as she grabbed my arms. I felt myself 
leave the ground as her leg lifted me up and flipped me over her. 
I crashed down hard on my back, and I was once again amazed by her 
strength as I looked up. She lay on the floor after flipping me, 
then sprung up with her legs, did a quick handstand and came over, 
straight down into a sitting position on my stomach, her knees on 
either side of me, pinning me down. The evil grin on her lovely 
face dazzled me. "You too? I thought you'd know better than to try 
a stupid move like that." One hand closed on my shirt as she held 
me in place, then the other balled into a fist and smashed down 
through my face again. "Aaa--uunngh!" I heard my voice cry, her 
brutal punch doing so much damage that I saw three of her on top of 
me. As the world began to dim and become grey I heard her sultry 
voice say, "No, I'm not done with you.. stay awake, Mike." I felt 
a couple of slaps to my cheek, and my eyes began to focus again, 
very unwillingly. 
     Gina stood, dragging my nearly lifeless body with her to my 
feet. "I'm having too much fun here.. I can't let you go under 
yet," she chuckled, shaking me gently to try to put some life back 
in me. "I'm giving you one last chance, Mike. You seem to think you 
know how to box.. so put your fists against mine. Either you get 
out of here over me or I knock you cold." She let go of me as I 
regained some strength and stood off, raising her fists, grinning, 
daring me to come at her. We both knew I stood no chance. I was too 
groggy, she was too fast and strong and a far better fighter than 
I was. But still, any chance is better than none at all.. I just 
had to try to keep her from landing those punishing fists on me. 
     I started with a jab, Gina blocked, I tried another, and she 
blocked again. Her answer was a jab of her own, which I lamely 
tried to dodge. I was way too slow, though. Whack, her knuckles 
zoomed up and caught my eye. I could feel it beginning to swell 
shut. I tried a hook; another miss as she danced back. A couple 
more jab attempts and a roundhouse swing and I was starting to 
exhaust the energy I'd had left. I'll always remember the 
mischievous smile on her face as she watched me weaken myself. I 
tried one last straight punch at her nose, she skillfully stepped 
away from it, and brought her leg up, kicking the wind out of my 
gut. I felt her pull me upright, her fist closed in, and she 
punched me sharply in the jaw. I felt my head wrench to the side 
and the momentum from her punch carry me back to the bookcase. I 
felt her grab my shirt to hold me in place, and heard her derisive 
giggling. "This is it, Mike. The great Mike Drillbit succumbs to 
the bare fists of a gorgeous woman. Say goodnight to your tough guy 
reputation," Gina taunted, and I watched helplessly as she brought 
a man-destroying fist up and back, then powered it forward. She 
landed a series of crisp, short punches to my face. The first hit 
me so hard I couldn't see. The second felt like it knocked several 
teeth loose. The third put me away. I felt her let go of my shirt 
as it hit, then my knees buckled and I fell back, the bookcase 
keeping me up as I thudded into it and sagged down to the ground at 
her feet. Several things flashed into my mind. First, the knowledge 
that I'd never had a beating as thorough and professional as this. 
Then the memories of her delighted giggles as I collapsed, the sexy 
body, the sight of those rock-hard fists as they hammered me into 
oblivion, the loud cracks they'd made as they'd pummeled my face, 
and how my own fists and fighting skills were totally, utterly 
inadequate against them. That would always stay in my memory. Then 
as I hit the floor I looked up those long, seductive legs, past the 
perfect curves of her hips, abs and breasts into the bright, 
delighted eyes and smile. Then it all went black as I went out 
cold. 
     I had a vague memory of coming to briefly and seeing Gina 
pulling Wayne up by his arms and slinging him over her shoulder in 
an effortless fireman's carry and then carrying him back towards 
the staircase, but I quickly past out again before my body could 
respond to my urgings to get up. 
 
     "C'mon Mike, wake up." I felt myself being shaken and tugged 
at, and the blur in front of me became clearer, resolving itself 
into my friend Pat, the police lieutenant. "That's it, keep looking 
at me," he encouraged. I felt some strength flow back into me, and 
I tried to sit up. Big mistake. The pain all hit me at once. "Geez, 
you're a mess. Did she do all this to you guys, or did she have a 
private army?" he snorted. 
     The pain subsided slightly as his sarcasm bit into me. Hell, 
it was probably the least painful thing I'd been hit with all day. 
"Funny guy," I grunted. "Where is she, anyways?" I realized I was 
still in the wrecked sitting room, and Lance lay not too far away, 
still out like a light.  
     "She's over there," Pat pointed at the door into the front 
hall. Gina lay there, her blood dripping from her. She was very 
dead. 
     "What the.." I started. Pat cut me off. "We know who did it.. 
it was her husband," he reported. "He came home, saw her with you 
guys, found your gun and shot her, then killed himself. According 
to his suicide note, he couldn't live with what she'd done to him 
and to the team." His voice dropped. "Wayne's dead too, Mike. We 
found him upstairs. It looks like someone stuck his ribs in a vice. 
They were flattened." I grunted and looked over at Lance. "He's 
okay, he's had the shit kicked out of him, though," Pat finished. 
     I got up with a huge effort and a huge pain in my head. "Looks 
like you have too," Pat commented as he looked over my condition. 
"You never answered my question, did she do this to you?" I winced 
for a moment, then collected myself. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm Mike 
Drillbit. She's just a dame. She had an army." I stumbled towards 
the door. 
 
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