Harley
by GJ



Dear readers: This story is a figment of my imagination and any resemblance to
people, names situations or locales is only coincidental. GJ

Harley

Have you ever felt like your guts were going to come up through your mouth? I
was just punched that way . Bammmmmmmmmm! I was just gutted. All my internal
organs were liquified and escaped through my mouth, nose, and even ears. As I
lay convulsing on the ground, in a fetal position, I could hear Spike, the
renegade biker, starting to work over my friend Louis. You see we had both
been driving down this open stretch of Highway 1 , on our way to meet some
really hot , muscular women. Suddenly we were accosted by this biker gang.
Seeing our NJ plates, they took an instant dislike to us. Now we were being
used as mere punching bags for this huge, tattooed guy.

Poor Louis was having his teeth knocked out. After each punch, I could hear
them break and hit the pavement. After three punches, he was toothless. Then,
Spike went to work on his jaw, separating it from poor Louis's face. The last
indignity was when this sadistic guy took Louis and placed his beaten head, on
his huge 24" arm. He flexed up and down and soon, Louis had no face left at
all. It was all liquid. Then Spike dropped him like trash into a garbage bag
and flung him into the woods. I could hear him start coming towards me next. I
was done for.

Just then I heard, "Hey big boy, you know the rules. I get to have fun with
wimps and losers." Spike turned around to see the head of the gang. She stood
about 6'3". Her cannonball like shoulders tapered down to a 28" waist. Her
biceps were at least 2" bigger than Spike's. Her quads were in the 34" range.
Her diamond calves were stretching her motorcycle boots and protruded out of
their leather casings. Her tattoo, on her bicep( of course) said Jawbreaker.
It was in blood red ink. She looked mean, yet so sexy. Her face was flawless.
Her hair, vibrant red. Her breasts had valkyrie-like proportions. Despite my
internal distress, my dick was so hard.

I saw Spike back up. He seemed nervous as this powerhouse of a woman
approached. "Look, I am sorry, Harley( yes that was her name dear reader). I
was just having some fun...you know, just breaking them up a
little......snicker, snicker. No need to get your thong all tied up in a
knot." She came closer. Her steps were confident and measured. Then she was
within arms length of Mr. Spike. She gave him a warm smile and came right up
and got into his face.

I had stopped puking up my guts and watched through furrowed brows. So did
everyone else,( biker chics, huge, hard , man killers and their male
counterparts). Spike, now clearly caught off guard by Harely's intrusion on
his personal space, tried to get away. He never made it. Harley took one hand
and put it around his neck and squeezed. Her muscled arm expanded as she bore
down. Poor Spike was turning blue as he heard her say, "Now Spike, I have been
traveling for hours and I want you to clean me from head to toe with that
talented tongue of yours, especially my asshole and pits." Always the macho
poser, Spike said, "Fuck you, I clean no woman with my tongue."

Harley squeezed harder. Spike was going out. A dark ligature bruise appeared
on his almost crushed windpipe. "Last chance, my bitch... clean me." All this
occurred as the women yelled for Harley to rip his neck off his body. The men
shouted," Kill that cunt, you pussy." It was then that Spike move his head
left and right. Oh it was imperceptible, but we all saw it. "Awwwwwwwwwwwww,
too bad, Spike, we will miss you", Harley said matter- of- factly . Then she
lifted him up at least a foot, with just that one hand. She slowly made her
other hand into a fist, the biggest fist I have ever seen. Then she punched
him with a powerful uppercut.

We heard the impact, saw Spike's head fly out of Harley's grasp. He landed ten
feet away, spitting out his teeth and buckets of blood. His female tormentor
walked slowly over to him and kicked him hard in the balls. Poor Spike
screamed and grabbed his broken nuts, rolling around on the ground. We could
see a dark red stain seep through his dirty biker jeans. Soon his ruined face
and his broken balls caused him to expel liters of blood . He was finished.

Yet, Harley was not. She sat down on his chest facing him, pinning his arms to
his side. Then she began to systematically use his face as a speed bag. First
she broke his bones: nose, jaw, orbital sockets and cheekbones. Her fists soon
bore the remnants of his once-face. Then she got off and slowly strolled
behind him. Grabbing him by his matted, greasy, unwashed hair, she lifted him
to her waiting bicep.

Once he was in position, she rested what was meagerly left of his face, on her
huge, veined muscle. She began to flex up and down, reciting this, "Poor Spike
had a face, its now no more , I had such fun breaking his jaw. The time has
come for him to break. I'll pop his face, so nevermore a trace." Then she
squeezed until his eyeballs popped out of their sockets and hung down by thin
strands of connective tissue. A little more pressure and his head split in two
hanging only by his spinal column.The left portion faced to the rear. The
right portion, straight ahead. Harley was bathed in Spikes fluids as she
orgasmed again and again.

Getting up, she yelled to her female cohorts ," take this bitch and tie him to
my bike. When we ride soon, he can watch the road from the front and from the
back, hahahahaha. She had him coming and going at the same time. He will serve
as a reminder to everyone, "DO NOT FUCK WITH ME." Oh I guess you figured it
out that when she popped his face like a huge unsightly zit, I shot a load in
my pants. She was so hot, so mean, so cruel...just our kind of woman.....Right
dear readers?"

Wasting no time, Harley walked over to me saying, "and what do we have
here...oh I see, a piece of shit that needs to be shoveled and discarded."
That began my demise. Harley broke every bone in my body, snapping, punching,
flexing, kicking. In no time Harley had reduced me to jelly( cherry of
course). She punched me so hard my jaw split right down the middle. She
extracted all my teeth. She pulverized my nose with powerful hooks and jabs.
She speared my eyeballs with her long nails and saved them for her trophy
case. She broke every rib, all appendages.....everything. All the while her
gang was yelling encouraging things, like rip off his dick ( which she did),
bust his balls to paste( which she easily accomplished by stepping down hard
with her biker boots), and pop his head off( which she finally did by exerting
enough bicep force to explode it like a rotted melon thrown off a roof ).

My remains were run over by twenty-five motor cycles until only a paste
remained. Then the female members of the gang used that spot to piss on. There
was nothing left.

But you know, dear readers, I came looking for strong, kick- ass muscle women.
Can I complain? I think not.....for I found the ultimate one in Harley.