THE ADVENTURES OF KIM IN ENGLAND, KIM AND THE MUGGER
by Hamlet



Kim Andersson walked hurriedly down the Nottingham street. It was pitch dark
and nearly 3 AM It was the second day of her visit to England where she worked
at the Premier Hotel as a chambermaid. This was a job that was way below her
qualifications in Norseland where she worked as a Senior Personal Banker in
her home city of Dannesborg.

The clack of her high 6" heels of her thigh length boots was the only sound
echoing along the empty street. She was dressed totally in black leather to
show off her lovely, muscular legs and her powerful arms and quads.

She kept looking back over her shoulder, as she thought a man had been
following her. Yet the man who she thought was following her was a mere
shadow, blending in with the darkness of the walls of the buildings.

Kim had reached her car. She took once more look around. She thought she saw
something flit through the shadows from the street lights, but could really
see nothing. She turned back to the car, when she heard a sound behind her.
She turned and found a man standing only a few feet from her

. "What's a big buxom blondie wench like you doing wandering the steers at
this time of night? Are you on the game? Where are you from Germany or some
other f---- g foreign place? You might run into some bad characters, like me,
who would want to harm you you blonde muscle freak."

'Just piss off your smelly arsehole I'm actually from Norseland your ignorant
beer barrel a Nation a moron like you has probably never heard of. Now get
your stinking breath away from me or I'll break every bone in your filthy
body!'

The man smiled showing crooked teeth, stained with nicotine. He also smelled
like a beer barrel as if he had been drinking all day. To confirm that he had
a can of beer in one hand.

"Why don't you have a few beers with me blondie at a pub I know that's open
all night, and then we'll have a good time. I've never met a woman from
Norfland or whatever the f---k it's called " he said.

He evidently had been drinking enough that he couldn't tell that this was no
ordinary Woman standing in front of him.

Kim was tall, only 6'6" much taller than him and her leather clad legs bulged
almost obscenely with muscle. Her thighs would stretch the measuring tape at
26 inches. When she moved her arm, her biceps rolled up into a big, hard ball
that was 16 inches around of steel rock hard muscle. She weighed over160
pounds.

This idiot was picking on the wrong Woman but he was so drunk he didn't know
it at the time.

"Come on baby, let's go!" he said and reached for Kim with his free hand.

Kim had backed up until her back was against the car. She snapped her right
foot up in a kick driven by her powerful thigh. Her foot landed squarely in
the man's groin, smashing his testicles

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!.

He suddenly forgot all about grabbing Kim, and grabbed himself instead trying
to relieve the pain radiating through his groin. Kim was not through. She
stepped forward and grasped the front of the man's shirt. She shoved him
nearly erect on her car and then ripped her right fist into his belly. She got
not only her arm and shoulder into the punch but drove forward with her
powerful legs and hips, getting everything into the mighty punch

Her fist sank deep in the mugger's belly lifting his feet off the ground as a
loud OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFF!! escaped his lips as all
the air was driven from his body her vicious punch.

Kim was an experienced fighter, and she had nearly knocked out an ex-boxer
with a belly punch in one of her sessions at the gym in her last job in Los
Angeles. And she hit this mugger much harder than she had hit the boxer!

The man's feet hit the ground, but his legs would not support him and he
dropped to

his knees. She heard a gurgling in his throat and then an explosion of vomit
flew out of his mouth, just missing her. It left a foul-smelling puddle on the
pavement. The man continued to heave until there was nothing left to come up.
Kim was amazed at the effect only one punch from her potent fist had caused to
the mugger. She had not fully known she had the power to do that kind of
damage.

Kim walked around behind him and wrapped her leather clad muscle laden legs
around his head in a standing head scissors and began to squeeze. The man
began to thrash around. Kim poured on the pressure, her 26-inch thighs bulging
with power. The man thought his head would burst. The big, hard mighty muscles
of her legs were causing him to nearly black out.

Just before he passed out, Kim released the pressure and stepped back. The
would-be mugger slumped to the pavement. Kim walked around in front of him,
taking care to avoid stepping in the terrible smelling vomit puddle.

She entwined her fingers in the man's hair and jerked him to his feet. As she
did that the muscles of her forearm writhed like snakes as veins stood out
like rivers underneath the leather.

She released her grip on the man's hair and he was weaving unsteadily around
in front of her. Kim wound up and smashed her fist into his belly again.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

Her fist seemed to go all the way to the man's spine as it blasted its way
through his gut. He would have fallen except Kim caught him and held him up.
He had the dry

heaves this time since there was nothing left in his stomach to come up.

Kim liked the feeling of her fist burying in the mugger's belly. She also knew
that she was very strong so much stronger than him, and her punch packed a lot
of wallop, so she decided to try to end the fight with her fists. Unlike
wrestling, this would not end with a submission, or tap out, she needed a more
definitive ending. This time her left

fist was sent burrowing deep in his ravaged gut again.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

As his head came down in reaction to the gut punch, Kim brought her right fist
up from below her knees to smash into the man's chin with the force of a
runaway train.

CCRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCKK!!!

The sound of the savage impact filled the air. The man snapped upright and
sailed over and landed on his back nearly 10 feet away the other side of the
car park. He lay there not moving at all, he was out cold. Kim looked at her
leather gloved fist in awe of what she had just done. She found it hard to
believe that she had just knocked out the mugger with one mighty punch. She
looked down at the unconscious man, he had broken teeth sticking out through
his lip and torrents of blood were seeping out of both sides of his mouth.

She flexed the biceps of her right arm and ran her left hand lovingly over it
feeling the tremendous size and hardness.

She got in her car and drove away leaving him sprawled unconscious in the
carpark in a bloody heap.

Then she smiled a sad little smile and said, to herself.

"YOU PICKED ON THE WRONG WOMAN TODAY",

Any comments to norselandic@hotmail.com