The Big, The Bad, The Bodacious Part 3
by gj



Dear Readers: This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to
people, situations, events, or locales is purely coincidental. GJ

The Big, The Bad, The Bodacious Part 3

Consuela Vega, the blond muscle cowgirl with those huge arms, headed straight
for the nearest pool hall. She longed to feel that long cue in her hands. She
was an expert at the game naturally. Not stopping to even clean up the trail
dirt, she walked into The Wranglers Cue. As she entered, she took in the dark,
dingy, smoke filled room. She felt quite at home. She had made spending money
in her younger years, beating up cowboys who had lost to her uncanny pool
skills, who refused to pay. The green felt tables could never be scrubbed
clean enough to remove the nose juice, eye fluid and jaw ooze, that was
deposited there as a result of her steel fists and huge muscles.

Immediately this blond amazon saw two scuzz balls playing straight pool at the
only table in the small room. Walking over, she sauntered up to them and said,
"Hello, mind if I challenge you two hombres to a game of pool?" Well the two
galoots turned to see the most incredible woman. Her sleeves were non-existent
on her trail shirt. As it was, these pillars of pure power, were bigger than
both of these cowpokes arms combined. The two men looked into her hypnotic
eyes and felt fear run down their yellow belly core. "The real ugly one with
the filthy mustache and pock- marked face, got up enough nerve to speak,
saying: "So you want to shoot pool with use, aren't you one of those women who
just came into town?"

Consuela wondered how these two knew that she had just arrived with her
compatriots but put that query aside as she said, "Yeah I am. Lets make this
interesting, how about we pay for $10 a ball....that is if you boys aren't
skeered of the likes of me. You two look like you are going to faint. Do my
big muscles make you shutter and shake, little boys?" With that she did a
double biceps pose, and the two varments could see her blond, sweat -matted
hair jutting in tuffs from under her arms.

The two hapless, frightened gunmen were so turned on by this display of female
muscle power, that they ejaculated into their piss- stained long johns. They
both remembered the female blacksmith who had muscles like this. She caught
them staring at her and she beat their faces in. Maybe that is why they were
so god-awful ugly. All they knew was this woman spelled T R O U B L
E....little did they know how much.

As they continued to stare at her beautiful face, and power- charged body,
Consuela took each by the head and wrapped those python arms around them.
Grinning with anticipation she began to squeeze their faces at the same time
flexing up and down, down and up. "Now boys show respect to these hard, peaked
arms and begin to kiss them or I will break your jaws in so many places, they
will crack like chicken eggs in a hen house." To accent the threat, she
squeezed so hard that blood ran down each of her arms....the blood of her
captive "audience".

Each cowpoke began kissing and paying homage to her steel-like mountains of
power. "Now lick my arms clean, I have built up a powerful sweat on the trail
and remember to clean under them too....now get to it , boyssssssss." They had
little choice so they complied with her demands. Soon Consuela could feel
their wet tongues cleaning her underarm and bicep peaks. She hoped they were
gagging on the dirt they found there and sure enough they were. After several
minutes she squeezed a little harder asking, " So boys how did you know I just
arrived in town...tell me everything or Momma break those fragile, ugly faces
of yours."

Easing up a drop, the other cowpoke spoke thru contorted lips and jaw..."Well
you see we knew you were coming...we got word about you." Then he did
something foolish. As he spoke he reached for the pool cue on the table and
hit Consuela across her broad back. The one thing that did happen of course
was that the cue splintered and broke in at least twelve pieces. Now laughing
at his feeble attempt at escape, Consuela got busy.

She punched the offender in the stomach...Bammmmmmmmmmmm......Oufffffffff. He
doubled over in severe distress. He also puked up his dinner of beans and
chicken fried steak. His stomach contractions continued for quite some time.
Waiting patiently, she noted the other cowpoke hightail it away from harms
way. He ran into the wooden store room and covered himself with a huge empty
carton marked Pool Cues. He stood stock still but he forget to stop breathing
so loudly.

Consuela walked in , taking her time, noting that there was no door to the
outside, not even a window to crawl out of. She had him trapped. As she walked
over to five huge cartons, she played a game called Einy Meany Miny Mo. Moving
her finger to each box she finally stopped at one interesting one. It had
possibilities because it was the only carton that was shaking. Remembering how
tall the pock-faced gunman was, she pulled back her fist and raised it where
she thought his jaw might be. Letting loose with a powerful right hook, her
fist was propelled to the exact spot on the center of his jaw. Her fist had
gone straight thru the flimsy carton and had broken his jaw in twelve places.
His reaction was curious. Out of the now wide hole, where her fist had
entered, he spit out all his teeth and a flume of blood, covering, Consuela
from head to toe. In addition, he stood stock still. Consuela came closer and
peered into the bloody hole. She saw his toothless mouth, his much crushed jaw
meat. He was unconscious. As a coup de gras, Consuela took her index finger
and easily put it through the hole. Pressing with no effort, she forced her
bloody victim to fall backward in the now bloody carton.

Knowing that the storeroom blood ball was done for, she returned to the puke
covered mess she had recently doubled over. Lifting him with one arm, he was
dangling like a bail of hay on a wire. Smiling, she lifted his face up so that
he might see her...hear her. She saw yellow tinged with red and black drooling
from his mouth. Laughing with pleasure, she told him what he was about to do.
"Remember I told you I was an expert in pool, well watch this....32 in the
corner pocket." The moaning , gut busted- loser thought between racks of
pain." 32 ...there is no 32." That was his mistake.

Taking careful aim, Consuela pulled back her huge mankiller and dangled it in
front of his face. "Look up, look at my fist. Now kiss it and beg me to break
your jaw...DO IT NOW." The dangling man was so scared that he peed his pants
staining the floor with yellow trails. He began to lick and kiss Consuela's
blood- caked fist. Then he began to lick it. Tasting its copper flavor.
Then......"Please break my jaw, I beg you."

Consuela pulled back her huge fist( it had 5 two inch knuckles) and hit him
with a power punch in his mouth. The cowboy went flying like he was being
pulled by a herd of Palamino ponies. He landed on the pool table, his broken
mouth drooling teeth down the hole of the corner pocket. Lifting him up,
Consuela examined her fistwork. Shaking her head in affirmation,"Yep like I
said, 32 in the corner pocket....hahhaahaaaa . This man with a once-face was
unrecognizable now.

Seeing that there were balls still to be shot, Consuela got a brilliant idea.
Turning this face-destroyed husk, she took the one remaining intact cue and
shoved it up his ass. It came out through his ruined mouth. Blood was pouring
from his alimentary canal and ruined sphincter, as well as his once facial
orifice. Lining up the shot, she picked him up and sighted along his head.
Taking expert aim she hit the cue ball straight on. Miraculously, she sank
every ball left on the table.

Tossing the red, pints-pouring sack away like garbage, Consuela decided she
needed a drink. As she walked out the door she breezily thought. "Still got it
after all, haahahahaha."