Three The Hard Way
by GJ



Dear readers: This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons
living or dead, settings, or other story elements are strictly coincidence. I
hope you enjoy.

Three Into One Leaves Zero

Several years ago, on cable, I saw a black exploitation movie called Three The
Hard Way, starring Fred Williamson, Jim Kelly and Jim Brown. The story I have
written below is based upon one sequence that takes place in this 1974 flick.

Plot Summary Of Three The Hard Way

The story involves a white supremacist plot to taint the United States water
supply with a toxin that is harmless to whites but lethal to blacks. The only
obstacles that stand in the way of this dastardly plan are Jim Brown, Fred
Williamson and Jim Kelly, who shoot, kick and karate chop their way to final
victory. In the course of the movie the heroes capture a bad guy with
information and try as they do, they can't get it out of him. So they send for
three tough chicks who come to there location, riding motorcycles and wearing
black leather from head to toe, as well as kick ass black helmets. These three
toughies one Black, one White and one Asian, must kick the shit out of their
captive and save the Black population from extinction. While much is left to
the imagination, the viewer can hear what is going on, as they take this
hapless white male apart. In the end they leave him a bleeding pulp who tells
all before they finish him off. Here is my spin on that very cool movie. Oh
dear readers, unlike the movie, you will have a bird's eye view of the action.

John Moody was a well respected accountant, whose client base included the top
of the Fortune 500. What was unique about this mega- successful bean counter
was that he kept all his files on a tiny zip drive, that he hid in a hallowed
out tooth. What John didn't know was that he would soon meet the power of "The
Three". They had been hired by a huge conglomerate to get the information by
any means. Moody's clients would find hostile takeovers as the rule, and not
the exception.

"The Three" were unique women. They were all drop dead gorgeous... that was a
given. Moreover, they were hugely muscled, and versed in every form of combat
and techniques to pry information from even the most closed mouth victim. As
in the movie, the women were multi-ethnic. There was Tasha. Her nickname was
"The Tenderizer". She was 6', 198lbs, sporting 18.5" bis, 28.5" quads, 19"
calves and a 44" chest. Her speciality was to began the interrogation process.
Once tenderized, Ludmilla took over. Her nickname was "The Crusher". She had
the physique to do just that. She was 6'2"weighing 212lbs. Her huge arms broke
the tape at 22". The rest of her numbers were: Quads 30.5", calves 21" and
chest 49". The last member of this unique team was Sue-Ling. Her nickname was
"The Finisher"and finish she did, leaving red wet spots, which once was a
living, breathing person. She was tall for an Asian. Standing 5"11.5", she
weighed 185 lbs. Her arms measured a rock hard 17.75"and her other stats were
as follows:

Quads 28", Calves 18", and chest 45".

Leaving his building on Madison Ave, in the 50's, John headed for the garage
and his Cadillac, which was housed there. As he walked into the well lit
interior, he was surprised that no attendant was on duty. Miffed at the
thought he would be delayed on his ride home to an exclusive area of
Westchester, he looked to see where his car was parked. He always kept a spare
key with him so driving it was no problem. Oh, did I tell you dear readers,
that John had this one fetish. He dreamed about being dominated by a muscle
woman who could and would beat him to a pulp. As yet he never acted on this
impulse but he did locate information on the internet, where he could find
women who would gladly turn him into mush, for a fee.

Finding his car unattended, he used the electronic remote to open the car
door. Once inside he went to start the engine and head out towards the
expressway that would lead him towards the bridge. He never made it. Suddenly
a hugely muscled arm snaked around his neck. For an instant he could smell
perfume and sweat. Ah, the scent of a muscle woman.

Thick coarse underarm hair abraded his face The muscle peaked, constricted and
repeated the exertion three times. Then a very sleeping, drooling John slide
unconsciously to the floor.... a slight bit of blood oozing from his mouth.
Tasha wiped the blood and drool from her sweating huge arm. Taking the wheel,
off she sped to a deserted warehouse located in one of the ABC streets of
lower Manhattan. Closely following, on Harley Davidson souped up "hogs", were
her two comrade in.... I guess "arms" would be the appropriate word.

John came up through the layers of unconsciousness because he could hear a
clinging reverberating in his head. Tentatively opening his eyes, he looked
around. Once focused he saw.....oh my God, could it be, not one but three
flexing wet dreams close at hand. These women were doing curls with impossible
weights. He did the math quietly( as one would expect) and he realized that
the each muscle woman easily handled 155lbs( the bar+ 2 forty-fives+ 2 tens).
His dick began to stand at attention as these beauties were sweating
profusely. He could see the heat rolling down each bicep and pooling wetness
as it was stopped momentarily by tuffs of underarm hair.

Seeing him stirring( in more ways than one), the women put their weights down
with one hand and saucily walked up to their waiting captive. Scantily dressed
in sleeveless sweat-soaked muscle tees and biker shorts, they presented a
stunning yet awesome visual. It was Tasha who spoke first. "Welcome to the
land of the living, Mr. Moody." I am called "The Tenderizer", and this blond
beauty is "The Crusher" and standing next to her is the China Muscle doll
named " The Finisher". Let's get to the point, we need that zip drive that you
have somewhere on your person. Give it to us and we will finish you off fast.
We will do it sensually and you will cum many times before your demise.
Otherwise, we are going to beat you into a bloody, oozing, broken pulp. "

Speechless now, for his jaw still ached when he was flexed out, he found a
voice and mustered enough courage to shoot back at them with, " Fuck you
muscle bitches, you get nothing from me, so take me back to my car and let me
go." Hearing this, Ludmilla sauntered over and put her impossibly huge arm in
front of his face. He was mesmerized by its vastness, its vascularity and its
peaked hardness. Suddenly his warm wet tongue flicked out and tasted. He was
rewarded with a salty, steel-like taste. Sensing that he really was turned on
by femmuscle, she told Sue-ling to offer her calf for a lick. Sue-ling pushed
his head down to her waiting, sweaty calves and lick he did, until all the
salty wetness was replaced with his saliva.

Tasha repeated her initial request for the information, sweetening the pot by
having John lick the sweat that had pooled between the crack of her perfectly
shaped ass cheeks. He lapped it up, savoring its taste, like a connoisseur
tasting a vintage wine, might. "So, easy way or hard way, my little wimp?"
Composing himself from the mammoth ejaculation he had just experienced, John
hung tough with, "Fuck you bitch, I told you NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!."

Smiling now, as Tasha knew the ladies did prefer it the hard way, she lifted
his 150 lbs up with one hand and began to "gut punch" him. The first one went
in easily and she could feel something break inside. Warning the ladies, "This
wimp breaks easily so keep that in mind...remember we want the information
first." She noted that John was bent over puking his guts out...what a mess.
She repeated the process ten times more but not so hard this time. After the
last steel fist pulled out of his mangled tummy, Tasha pulled him up by the
hair and allowed the blood to come shooting out from his ruptured guts. It was
geyser tinged with yellow brown and other colors.

Waiting for it to subside, "The Tenderizer" asked again...."So are you ready
now, Pukeface? When she got no response she turned him upside down and
attached him like a human speedbag. Then she began to methodically hit him
back and forth, not breaking anything except 1/3 the amount of the teeth in
his mouth( leaving the rest for her friends to extract), and his jaw on the
left side.. Soon, John was bleeding from every facial bone, his jaw, his ears,
his cheeks, his nose, Everywhere. Stopping to check for damage she realized
that if she continued he would break into pieces. Stepping back, as an artist
might do to a work of art in progress, she noted that her victim's face was
now six times its normal size. Satisfied, she walked over to "The Crusher",
informing her to continue with the beating.

Ludmilla walked up to the bleeding quivering mass and rested her huge hand on
his face, turning it to just the right angle. Then she began breaking things.
First his nose, then his jaw on the right side, then his eyes sockets and
finally she extracted another bunch of teeth, cleanly extracting them with one
punch. She was covered in gore and it turned her on. She felt her orgasm hit
and her eyes glazed over. Her muscular onlookers smiled to each other and
chided her with, "Stay focused, blondie." Turning this once-man into a semi
jelly, she lifted up his broken face and whispered in his ear, So, what's it
going to be Jellyface?" No response. "Awwwwwwwwwww, has the jelly faced man
been knocked out by my little old fists? You better take over Sue-ling."

Sue-ling, looking so ready to finish this wimp, bitch slapped him awake. His
head rocked back and forth bringing him to. "My friend asked you a
question...what's it gonna be Pizzaface?" To this, John still clung to his
illusions of masculinity. He spit in her face covering it was a thick, oozy
mix of blood and spit. Keeping her cool, The Finisher went to work on his face
for the first time, and the last time. She measured her punches. They were
meant not only to break completely, but to obliterate. Soon John had no face
for Sue had turned it to a thick gore of paste. Knowing that this loser would
never talk, she began the termination phase. His nose was pushed into his
brain with one powerful right hook. His jaw, now hit dead center fissured and
fell like the puzzle pieces once fashioned by the women of Amazonia. Taking
aim, she sent a right cross dead center, knocking out the remaining
teeth...that is all except one, that hung by a bloody thread. Taking his
mangled head in both hands she began to squeeze. Soon it began to bend and
compact in on itself. Her sweaty muscles glistened in the harsh light of the
overhead fluorescence. One last pop and it exploded expelling that lone tooth
as if shot from a cannon.

Bending down to pick up the prize, Ludmilla noticed that it did not feel quite
right. Can you guess what she found inside dear readers?

Epilogue- The hostile takeovers completed, the Conglomerate rewarded their
prized Interrogates with new bikes, $1,000,000 in cash each and corporate
shares in their blooming stock portfolios. So maybe three into one leaves more
than zero after all. What do you think dear readers?