ASLAUG TOTALLY PULVERISES A CHILD ABUSER
by Hamlet



Aslaug moved over to the receptionist's desk at the Social Services Office in
Nottingham and picked up the phone. While her back was turned Roland picked up
a chair and hit Aslaug with it. Fortunately, she heard him and tried to duck
out of the way, or her head would have been split open. As it was the chair
hit her a glancing blow in the back stunning her and knocking her to the
floor.

Roland started kicking Aslaug in the back and sides. She was unable to get
away. Then he sat down on her back and put his hands around her throat and
started choking her.

Then Roland made his first mistake. As Aslaug's struggles became weaker Roland
leaned down and said, "Now you're going to find out what it feels like to have
your face bashed in you Norsi cow

He removed his hands from her throat and pulled her to feet propping her
against the desk. Roland started firing punches to Aslaug's face. She was so
groggy she offered no resistance. One eye started to puff and swell. Blood was
coming from both corners of her mouth. Then he switched downstairs to her
body. Her strong abs were able to withstand his first onslaught. Aslaug tried
to use her hands to protect her face and her arms and elbows to protect her
body. Roland kept flailing away. Switching to the body allowed her to start to
regain her focus.

Then the overconfident Roland made his next mistake. He swung a wild
roundhouse punch. Aslaug just barely slid inside it. She then delivered her
first punch. But oh, what a punch! As she had moved slightly forward and
ducked, she brought her right fist up toward his chin. Aslaug's fist travelled
no more than eighteen inches and impacted under his chin. It was driven by her
huge bicep and the turning of her hips. As her hard fist accelerated from
eighteen inches away it collided with the underside of his chin. The sound
made by the impact filled the room. Roland's head snapped back so far that the
top of his head seemed to touch his back. His eyes glazed over. His knees
turned to jelly and could no longer support him. He slowly fell to his knees,
then flopped face down on the floor.

He was out cold. Aslaug could not believe it. She had been in several fights,
but this was her first one punch knockout. She was still in pretty bad shape
herself. She collapsed into the desk chair and tried to catch her breath. Her
left eye would definitely have a big shiner and her lip was cut. She was
gagging from Roland's choke hold.

.

. She thought she heard Roland beginning to come around as she got up and
started to go to the next desk to use the phone. As she was dialling Roland's
voice came from behind her.

"Put the phone down and turn around Norsi!" An ominous sounding clicks
followed his words.

Aslaug turned and her worst fears were realized. Roland, though wobbly on his
feet wwas standing about fifteen feet away with a revolver pointed at her. She
could see a large bump was starting to form on his chin, the result of her
earlier knockout punch.

"You have caused me more trouble than I thought possible. You have taken my
son and his money away, you beat up my wife, and now you have humiliated me by
knocking me out. I am going to put an end to your interference once and for
all.

Now get over here you Norsi she devil!"

Aslaug moved very slowly. She did not want to give him any reason to use the
pistol. Luckily for Aslaug he had not completely recovered from the knockout.
He staggered slightly just as he pulled the trigger. The bullet whizzed past
Aslaug's head.

Before he could fire again, she charged. Her body slammed into his. They
struggled for the gun. Another shot rang out as Roland tried to swing the
pistol around at Aslaug. At last she was able to bang his wrist against the
edge of the desk. Roland' grip on the weapon weakened slightly. Again, she
banged the gun hand into the sharp edge of the desk. This time Roland was not
able to hold on. The pain in his hand and wrist was too severe. The pistol
clattered to the floor and slid under the desk.

Roland and Aslaug broke apart. "If you leave right now, I won't mention any of
this. All that will happen is that Richard will be going to live with his
mother."

"Too late for that now Norsi," Roland snarled. He leaped at Aslaug. He tried
to pin her arms to her side and let his weight carry her to the floor.
However, the desk was behind them and they fell against it instead. Aslaug
flexed her powerful arms and broke Roland's hold by ripping his arms apart.

She was tired of Roland always making the first move. She recovered her
balance slightly before he did. As Roland steadied himself, he heard Aslaug's
footsteps as she came at him. When he turned to meet her all he saw was her
big, hard fist that seemed to block everything else from his vision. A split
second later it crashed landed on his jaw. The force of the blow spun Roland
around and he stumbled into the desk. Her left hand reached out and jerked him
around to face her. She pushed him back over the desk, with his upper body and
head near the desktop and exposed forward.

Her right fist rammed into his Roland like a runaway train. She could feel his
head try to come up in reaction to the punch, but she held him firmly in
place.

She ripped that big fist into his belly again.

"You are a lot softer than your wife and do you remember what I did to her
Roland?" He was hurting far too badly to comprehend what she was saying.
"Maybe a little demonstration will help your memory."

She pulled Roland upright. She ploughed her fist in and his Roland muscles
offered no resistance at all. Her fist penetrated deep into his insides.
Roland was trying to barf, but she was just warming up. Four more times that
terrible fist disappeared in the man's belly. To Roland each punch seemed to
sink farther in and to hurt more than the one before.

She released her hold and let Roland slump to the floor. Roland rolled around
on the floor groaning and clutching his damaged stomach. She calmly stood by
and watched. Finally, he got enough wind to speak.

"Please let me go. I promise never to cause any trouble again for Richard or
for you. I cannot take any more. Please leave me alone and let me go home."

Aslaug regarded him with contempt. "You hit me with a chair, almost choked me
to death, tried to break my face, and then tried to shoot me. I asked you
several times to leave and you would not. Instead you tried to injure me and
kill me when my back was turned. It is too late to leave now. You have to stay
here and take your medicine like a big boy."

Roland tried to run to the front door screaming for help. Aslaug caught him
and hauled him back into the office away from the door so that any stray
passers-by could not see what was going on. He snatched a book from a desk and
threw it at Aslaug. She dodged the book and slowly advanced on him. He was
backing away looking for a place to run. He had given up all thought of trying
to fight back, he was just trying to save his skin. Pictures of Linda's face
after Aslaug had finished with it kept flashing through his mind. He felt his
back hit the wall.

"No place else to run. Now the fun begins," Aslaug said. Roland was crazy with
fear. He made one last desperate attempt to push by her. Aslaug shoved him
back to the wall and ripped her fist once again into his ravaged stomach. His
mouth flew open and blood from his internal bleeding caused by those battering
fists flowed out.

Her left fist then battered his right eye. Three times that iron fist smashed
into his eye.

"You and Linda will look like a matched set," was her comment as her fist
continued to hammer his eye. Two quick rights to the other eye did ensure that
he and Linda would indeed have matching eyes for several days.

Aslaug returned to her favourite target. his belly. "It is so soft it feels
like I'm punching a down pillow," she said. Roland's head pitched forward.
Aslaug brought her right fist up in another eighteen-inch uppercut just like
the one that knocked him out earlier.

This time she did not want to knock him out, so she held back. but his head
snapped up and hit the wall.

"It's trademark time. Ask Linda what that means!"

Her fists started blasting his mouth from all angles the first punches split
his lips the next few loosened his teeth. Finally, that big iron hard right
smashed straight in and blood and teeth sprayed into the air. Roland was
barely hanging on to consciousness.

Aslaug finally decided to end it. One last time her left fist plunged deep
into that ruined stomach, bringing fresh blood from his mouth to mix with that
from his barrel sized lips and broken teeth. As his head came down again, her
right cracked on his chin like a rifle shot. He was unconscious before his
feet left the floor as he sailed through the air and landed on his back.

Aslaug walked to the phone to call the police. As she started to dial, she
looked down at her bloody, bruised, unconscious victim. Instead of calling she
sat at the desk and started writing. She wrote a note explaining that she
still had the gun and could always bring the attempted murder charge. Then she
took his car keys from his pocket, picked Roland up and carried him out to his
car on her muscular shoulders. She put him in the driver's seat, put the keys
in the ignition, left her note on his lap.

She took one last look at the damage her fists had done to the man, both eyes
swollen shut and surrounded by purpled bruised flesh. His split lips looked
grotesque they were so puffed up. His open mouth showed three missing teeth.
There was a huge purple lump on his chin. Then she locked the door.

As she walked back to her office, she again started feeling guilty about how
much she had enjoyed beating to a pulp both Roland and Linda. But she smiled
as she thought about the terrific day ahead for Richard and his mother. She
resolved that the Keating's deserved what they got,

She would go on fighting for what she thought was right!

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