Beat Up The Chauvinist Pigs
by GJ



Dear Readers: Here is my latest story. Any names of its characters or local is
solely coincidental. Enjoy GJ 
                                                 
                                            
                                         Beat Up The Chauvinist Pigs
               Sexy Monica had just finished her weight training. Looking
around, she could tell all  the guys in the gym were watching her lift. They
 all shared one thing in  common, huge hardons in their gym shorts. And lift she
did, she easily lifted heavier weights than any other so- called man there. Her
muscles glistened with  sweat... her aroma making her even more alluring. 
               Next it was time for this Sexy Manbeater, to work on her speed.
She went into  the boxing area, and all  the macho  guys stopped dead in their
tracts and watched her. They  could see her superior muscles, her huge taped
fists, the sweat dripping off her giant bicep peaks,  hairy underarms and  sweat
stains on the back of  her tight fitting shorts. 
               Ignoring these creeps, she walked over to  the speed bag area.
Unfortunately, there was a huge guy  beating the crap out of the bag. "Excuse
me, can I borrow your bag for a few minutes. I will  try not to  break it." This
jerk, turned to  her and said, "You sure are sexy, how about you borrow this."
Then he grabbed his dick and made a motion as if he were playing with it. With a
big smirk on her face, The Mistress of Face Breaking shot back, "Sorry, I only
have fun with real men, not children with small dicks. Now I asked you in a nice
way, move or you will say Bye Bye to  those nasty  yellow teeth of your!"
              Of course being Mr Macho, didn't move and actually threw a punch
at her. She ducked and punched him in the jaw with 6 jabs in about 3 seconds.
 With each punch, his head snapped back as if he was actually her speed bag.
Stopping, placing her hands on her hips, covered in his blood, she watched and
waited. What she saw was his head moving back and forth, spitting out all his
bloody  yellow teeth into  the air. Finally he stopped, and fell  face first on
the ground, breaking his nose in the process.    
              All  the other guys could not believe what just occurred. One
slimy looking guy walked over to her, " So  you  think your so  tough, Bitch, I
have an iron jaw, go  ahead  take your best shot. I want you  to, you  will
 break your dainty  female hand on my chin, BITCH!' This hard steel-fisted
Mistress looked at him, and placed the palm of her hand under his jaw. She moved
it to  the angle she wanted. "Now don't move asshole, stay JUST LIKE THAT."
Pulling back her deadly fist, she saw the exact spot on his jaw, that would be
her target.  Pulling back her fist she threw her punch. It landed with a
tremendous CRACKKK. The big mouth was propelled ten feet across the room. He did
not move. Checking his jaw, one of his friends verified that his jaw was not
only broken, but completely unhinged from his mouth. She had punched his face
completely inside out..  Even the toughest boxers there began to puke on the
floor. They all  did ejaculate though.
            Walking over to  the bag, this Speed Bag Aficionado  began hitting
it with a professional rhythm. It lasted for only a few short minutes before it
ruptured and broke. Turning to  the rest of the men, she looked them all in the
eye, and turned to  walk out. As she passed the two  remaining men, she heard
one of them say," Better leave while you  can Bitch!". Turning back  to  face
them, this Mistress with 20 inch split biceps flexed both  her huge sexy arms
and said, "Watch my  biceps boys, see their power, imagine what they  could do
 to  you  both." As they  watched, her biceps moved up and down, capturing their
attention. 
            With that, she hit them  both in the face at the same time, with
 her other fist. It broke the first guys jaw and kept traveling,  going to  do
 the same to  the last man. They  both tottered for a bit, spitting out a
combined total of 64 bloody teeth. Then they collapsed in each  others arms.
Turning to  leave, the gore covered Mistress looked at the damage her fists and
caused. Then she headed for a washroom to wash off her bloody gloves and fists,
and shower. As she did so, she couldn't help thinking, " When will  they  ever
learn, the power of a woman!"