GUNHILD VERSUS GORDON IN THE GYM PART TWO 
by Hamlet



Gordon just could not accept the fact that this muscular Norse Woman Blonde
could outlift him, out wrestle him and now out box him.

She had landed only three punches, but they were the three hardest he had ever
felt.

"All lucky punches. Your luck has run out, slut. Now you're going to get your
beating!"

Gordon's leg shot out in a hard kick that landed squarely between Gunhild's
legs. She let out an agonized groan and slumped to the floor. Gordon grinned
and reached down for her and pulled her to her feet.

He started punching as hard as he could into her washboard abdominals. Punch
after punch bounced off her hard belly doing very little damage. Gordon
thought she would be in bad shape from his belly punches, but she had actually
been recovering from his underhanded tactic of kicking her in a most
vulnerable area. Gunhild reached out with both hands, placed them on his
shoulders and pushed Gordon away. Gunhild backed away from him still in the
recovery mode.

"Whore, I'm going to mess you up. Nobody will think that face is pretty when
I'm through with it. I might put you in the hospital."

"You had your chance, and you blew it." she said. "Now it's your turn to feel
some

pain.".

Gunhild stepped up and faced him. This time it was her left jab that shot out
popping into his face. Gordon's head jerked back and forth under the peppering
jabs of the Woman. As she was hammering his face with her left jabs, Gunhild
laughed as she remembered how she couldn't even make a proper fist with her
left hand at one time. She kept getting her thumb up on top, but she had
learned and now it was as hard and as lethal as her right one.

Welts, bruises and cuts were appearing on Gordon's face, and the Blonde still
kept popping his face with her left fist.

WWHHOOCCKK!!

Suddenly she doubled up with a vicious left hook following the jab, crashing
into Gordon's right eye. It would be swollen shut in a few minutes as a
beautiful purple bruise began to grow there. Gordon staggered several steps
from the force of the hook, fighting to keep his balance.

WWHHAAMM!!

Gunhild's right fist bashed his other eye. He would have a matched set of
shiners for all the world to see. Gordon staggered the other way, trying to
stay off the floor.

Gunhild decided to work on his belly. Positioning herself in front of him, she
started ripping vicious, wind sucking punches deep into his stomach.

TTHHUUDD!! OOOHHHH!! WWHHOOMMPP!! AAAGGGHHH!! TTHHUUMMPP!!

UUUNNNHHH!

Over and over, alternating left and right Gunhild pumped her hard, heavy,
fists into Gordon's yielding belly. Waves of pain followed by waves of nausea
swept over him. Gunhild had him pinned against the ropes and continued to
whale away thundering cruel, agony producing punches over and over into his
battered belly.

Gunhild loved the feel of her fists sinking deeper and deeper into Gordon's
soft, pain racked stomach.

TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!

One last brutal right uppercut that buried her fist up past her wrist in
Gordon's tenderized gut caused him to start to gag.

Gunhild knew what was coming so she stepped back and let him tumble to the
floor. Gordon's torn up gut had taken far more abuse than it could handle, and
he puked up everything that was in it, and continued to lay there wallowing in
his own vomit. Gordon was in such torment that he couldn't move even if he had
wanted to. In his pain fogged mind he thought at least it was over. Gunhild
would not beat him anymore.

He looked up and saw the powerful Woman standing over him.

"Play time is not over, arsehole. On your feet!"

Gunhild reached down and pulled the suffering man to his feet. "Yuck" Gunhild
said

as some of the vomit got on her shoe Gordon could barely think, much less
talk.

"P-P-Please, don't hit me anymore. I'll leave you alone and never come near
you are again. J-Just don't hurt me anymore. I-I'll do anything you want. I
can't take anymore. Just stop hitting me, and I'll go apologize in front of
everyone in the gym Just don't hurt me again. My belly is on fire it hurts so
bad. I can't take anymore punches there. Please stop!"

"You should have thought about that before you kicked me." Gunhild replied.

"You have to pay for that, now. I'm going to hurt you really bad." She held
him

up with her left hand clutching his shirt.

TTTHHHUUUDDD!!

The hardest, most vicious, belly punch she had thrown all day sent her right
fist ripping, tearing through his gut. Another glob of snot flew out of his
nose from the savage punch. All that was keeping him up was Gunhild's powerful
left arm which was totally supporting all of Gordon 180 pounds.

"I've decided that I'm not going to knock out your teeth" she said to Gordon.
She could see a look of relief come over his face. "However, I am going to
break your nose." she said.

CCRRUUNNCCHH!!

That mace of a right fist blasted straight into his nose breaking the
cartilage and causing blood to spray all over both of them. Again, all that
held him up was Gunhild's left hand wrapped in his shirt.

WWHHOOMMPP!!

Deep to his ravaged belly her right fist exploded. All that came from Gordon
this time was a soft moan "Uunnhh!" He had nothing else left, no breath, not
anything. Gunhild released his shirt and let him fall. As Gordon rolled around
on the floor in extreme suffering from the brutal pounding he had absorbed
from the unyielding Blonde, she extended her muscle packed leg toward his
face.

"Lick your mess off my shoe, or I'll break your face!" she demanded. Gordon

hesitated. "Do it, or I will knock out all your teeth!" Gunhild snarled.

Gordon brought his mouth slowly up to her shoe and began to lick. His
humiliation was complete, he had no pride left. He would do whatever this
muscular Woman

demanded to keep her from beating him further. He licked his own refuse from

her shoe. When Gordon had finished, Gunhild pulled him to his feet. One last

time she powered her lethal right fist deep in his demolished belly. Gordon

started to fall. As he was going down Gunhild brought a full strength left
hook

around in a murderous punch that detonated on his jaw.

KKKRRRAAAKKK!!!

More blood spurted from his mouth this time as a big glob of flew across the
room. Gordon spun around and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Gunhild could
see a tooth

sticking out of his mouth imbedded in his lip, and his jaw looked funny. It
was

either broken or dislocated.

"I owe you an apology, Gordon. I said I wasn't going to knock out any of your
teeth, but I lied." Gunhild took one last look at the broken, bleeding lump,
unlocked the door and left. "

Gunhild told the gym manager to call the ambulance for Gordon, and slowly
walked out of the gym. "I don't think he'll bother me anymore. I guess I will
have to go to the hospital to see how he is getting along in a few days."

Three days later Gunhild entered QMC in Nottingham and asked for Gordon's
room. She got the room number from the desk and obtained a visitor's pass. She
made her way to the third floor and found Gordon's room. She had deliberately
worn a leather dress that was sleeveless, exposing her bulging arms and
shoulders and was short enough to show off her power packed thighs.

Gordon visibly flinched when Gunhild entered the room. She walked over to the
bed and sat down in the chair and crossed her legs giving him a view that
previously

would have caused his temperature to rise.

"Hello Gordon, I thought the least I could do was stop in and see how you're
doing since I'm responsible for your condition. How's your belly feeling?"

Gordon couldn't speak, his broken jaw was wired shut. He pulled back the sheet
that was covering him and showed her his belly. His ribs were covered with a
body wrap. Huge black and blue splotches where her rock-hard fists had beaten
a tattoo on his gut were visible on the parts not covered by the wrap. Gunhild
shook her head. She wasn't aware that she had damaged him so much. He must
have had some internal injuries.

Gunhild flexed her left biceps and smiled at Gordon as a huge lump of muscle
swelled up on her arm.

"I just don't know my own strength. You did bring this on yourself, you know.
You should have stopped after the wrestling and you wouldn't be here, would
you? You had to try to be Mr. Tough Guy and prove what a great boxer and tough
guy you are, and it backfired. Also, you shouldn't have kicked me, that made
me very angry. You had to be punished for that."

Gunhild lowered her arm and smiled at Gordon again.

"As far as I'm concerned, this is over. However, if you have some strange
desire for revenge and want a rematch, I'll be glad to give you one. I really
enjoyed the last time. A lot more than you did, I'll bet, and I could always
use another workout. Punching you was much more satisfying than punching the
bag in the gym!"

Gordon had a writing pad and pen with him because he could not speak. He held
up his hand and began to write furiously on the pad. When he had finished, he
held it up for Gunhild to read.

"I don't want any part of you. I've learned my lesson. I don't want to end up
back

here again. You won't have any more trouble from me."

Gunhild smiled again and stood up to leave. She made a fist with her left hand
and touched it gently to Gordon's broken jaw and said, "I don't expect to see
you again, Gordon. I think it would be better if you found another gym, or
changed your workout times so that you're not there when I am. If I had to see
you again I might have the

urge to take up where we left off. I know you don't want that to happen. Take

care of yourself, now."

Gunhild tapped her fist very lightly against his broken jaw. Then she leaned
down and kissed him on the forehead. As she left the room Gordon was looking
at her rear profile with the blonde hair cascading down over her broad
shoulders and wide back, her tight butt swinging from side to side under the
clinging leather dress.

Looking at her Gordon quickly averted his eyes knowing that because she was so
sexy looking was what got him in this condition in the first place. All he had
wanted to do was to get her into bed, and wound up having her beat, him to a
pulp. Gordon made a note to cancel his gym membership as soon as he was able
to talk.

For her part the strong, sexy blonde thought in her own language Norselandic

"What an arse hole. He actually thought he was going to get me to sleep with
him.

Well he got the sleep part right at least, I put him to sleep fairly good a
couple of times. I wonder what he thought when he woke up in this hospital
with a busted belly, two black eyes, a broken nose, a broken jaw and four
missing teeth?

"For et rumpehull. Han trodde faktisk at han skulle faa meg til aa sove med
ham. Vel, han fikk sove-delen i det minste, jeg sov han ganske bra et par
ganger. Jeg lurer paa hva han trodde da han vaaknet opp paa dette sykehuset
med en

goomaddur mage, to svarte ooyne, en oodelagt nese, en knust kjeve og fire
manglende tenner?'

Gunhild left the hospital, got in her car and drove home.

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