GUNHILD DESTROYS THE FIRST BURGLAR IN HER HOUSE
by Hamlet



Reluctantly Mike the burglar pulled his blue polo shirt over his head. In
Gunhild's house in Nottingham

"Come on, the pants next." Now Mike was standing there in his jockey shorts,
and shoes.

"Why did you do that?" he asked.

"So, I can see my targets better" Gunhild answered.

"You gonna shoot me?" Mike asked again.

"Oh no, not better targets for bullets, better targets for my fists." Gunhild
answered with an evil laugh. She held up the pistol and emptied the cylinder
on to the floor, then tossed the pistol on the sofa.

She raised her fists and stepped toward Mike. "Come on, tough guy, let's see
what you've got." she said, again with that sexy, lecherous laugh. Mike was
nervous now.

He had considered himself a good brawler, but this Norse Woman had already
knocked him out twice, and his confidence was a little shaky. He knew that
those fists were like sledgehammers, and he did not want to take a chance on
them again.

He dived for Gunhild and tackled her. They rolled around on the floor, first
one on top then the other. All at once as the broke apart for an instant,
Gunhild grabbed his hair and snatched his head between her thighs. She clamped
down with all the power of her muscle bulging legs on his head. Poor Mike had
never felt pain like that before, it felt like a huge vice was squeezing down
on each side of his head. Gunhild continued to pour on the power. Mike was
becoming weak and disoriented.

With one last surge of power, Gunhild released him. He was very dizzy. Next,
Mike felt her hands under his armpits lifting him up to his feet. As she
released him, Mike wobbled around trying to regain his senses.

Suddenly white-hot pain shot through the center of his face. Gunhild's
bricklike right fist had smashed into his nose, flattening it, breaking it,
and causing blood to squirt all over both. Mike had never felt such agony
before. he staggered backwards and would have fallen except for her strong
hands grasping his shoulders.

Her left fist sank up to her wrist in his belly. Mike nearly forgot about his
nose as that battering ram plunged deep inside his guts. His feet lifted off
the floor as he seemed to be suspended in the air balanced on her fist.
Gunhild steadied him with her right hand as his feet returned to the floor and
withdrew her left fist from his plundered belly like a dagger. Dagger was the
right word as daggers of pain flowed out from the spot where that vicious fist
had smashed in. Mike, still having trouble focusing from the terrible
squeezing his head had taken never had a chance. Gunhild drove her right fist
into his mouth splitting both lips and loosening his teeth.

This time she grabbed his hair with her left hand to keep him upright. Gunhild
leaned in until her mouth was almost touching Mike's ear.

"Now I'm going to hurt you." she whispered. "I'm going to hurt you really bad
for what you tried to do to me!"

Again, she smashed his mouth. This time teeth buckled under the hard, heavy
fist. Once more Mike would have fallen if Gunhild had not caught him and held
him up.

She backed him up against the wall and started ripping more brutal, heavy
punches into his belly. Eight times she hammered his gut with tissue ripping
punches, alternating her fists, burying them in his stomach. The muscles in
her arms bulged and flexed as they drove her fists into his now soft belly.
The only sounds coming from Mike were soft moans as her bludgeoning fists
pounded away. Dark red blood from his damaged gut mingled with the bright red
blood from his smashed nose and mouth and ran down his chin. It splashed on
Gunhild's forearms as her fists continued them relentless punishment of his
belly.

Mike was about to pass out when she halted.

"Oh no, arsehole, it's not time for you to go out yet. I will decide when it's
time." she said.

She could feel the familiar tingling between her legs as she contemplated what
to do next. She fired straight punches into his eyes, again with both fists,
until both were swollen slits of cut and bruised tissue, and one cheekbone
might be broken.

Her excitement continued to build with each face busting punch. Finally, she
decided it was enough.

She held Mike propped up with her left hand and cocked her right back behind
her. She launched a monster punch at his previously broken jaw with her entire
body behind it.

CCCRRRAAACCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

There was no doubt that the jaw was broken now. Teeth and blood came out in a
spray and she could feel the bone give way under her fist. Even though Mike
was propped against the wall his now unconscious body spun nearly all the way
around

before he slid down the wall in a pool of his own blood and toppled over.

He gave new definition to the expression, beaten to a pulp. His face was a
bloody, splintered mass of ripped and torn tissue, with his nose split right
down the middle, both eyes swollen shut, and his mouth a bloody, nearly empty
cavity.

Gunhild was trying to get herself under control when she thought about Davy
his fellow robber, locked in the bedroom, unable to get out. She could hear
him banging on the door. With a last look at Mike, she picked up the key and
headed for the bedroom and Davy. She unlocked the door and backed up as Davy
stood there holding his knife. Gunhild backed into the living room with Davy
following her.

She could hear his gasp as he saw the bloody wreck she had made of Mike.

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