TANYA VERSUS THE CHEYENNE MARAUDERS 
by Hamlet



Big Jim approached the police officer who was busily writing tickets in
Cheyenne Wyoming. He was a young man in his middle twenties.

"Boy, don't you know who we are?" Big Jim asked.

"Sure, I do." the officer replied. "Everybody knows who you are. You think you
can come up here, do whatever you want, terrorize the whole county. I might
not be able to get the goods on you for anything else right now, but at least
you'll have to pay these parking tickets. I'll be watching you, and if you
take one step over the line, I'll nail you."

As Big Jim was keeping the cop's attention one of the bikers, holding a monkey
wrench, had sneaked up behind the officer. Big Jim nodded and the man brought
the wrench crashing down on the officer's head. He dropped, out cold. The
bikers grabbed him, slung him over one of the motorcycles and took off.

Tanya had been watching the scenario play out through the window from Poor
Richard's restaurant. The counter waitress had come over next to her. The
waitress, a middle-aged woman was in awe. She was amazed by the size of the
Blonde as she stood beside her.

"Where in the world did you learn to punch like that?" she asked. "I thought
your fist was going all the way through her and come out the other side. What
a punch!"

A small smile tugged the corners of Tanya's mouth.

"It did feel awful good, I must admit. Sorry about the mess, though"

"That was worth cleaning 'up a dozen messes. You'd better be careful though.
That's a real mean bunch and that bitch that you slugged is the leader's
woman."

As they talked, they watched the action in the parking lot. When the biker hit
the cop over the head, Tanya told the waitress to call the cops. The owner
came out of the kitchen.

"No chance!" he said. If they find out who turned them in, they'll come back
here and burn this place to the ground. No calls!".

"Then you deserve whatever they do to you." Tanya said.

She got on the Hardanger and started up the road in the same direction to
Laramie that the Cheyenne Marauders had taken. She was thinking that she
needed to find a place to call the police. Not that Tanya had any great love
for the law or respect for foreign police as she only respected the
Norselandic police the ROJ(Royal Overseas Judges ). Yet she just hated to see
the bikers, get away with what they had done. She knew that the young officer,
if he wasn't already dead from the blow to the head, was in for a very long
and painful day and night at the hands of the bikers.

.Tanya could be charming, loving, and friendly especially to her partner Rolf
in Norseland, but when crossed or aroused she had a mean streak a mile wide. A
lot of people had found that out the hard way, and on occasionally she beat up
someone just for the hell of it. At first glance, it seemed impossible that
this could be the woman just described. She had long, blonde hair, model good
looks with high cheekbones, full lips, an aquiline nose, and ice blue eyes. A
sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose added a little girl look
that added rather than detracted from her beauty. The rest of the package is
what provides the surprise. She was tall, 6 ' 2" and very strong.

She had natural size and strength. When she chose her lifestyle, she decided
to get as big and strong as possible. She had stared a vigorous exercise and
weight lifting program in her home city of Risero in Norseland. The results of
that program were amazing. Muscles bulged from every part of her body. She had
broad shoulders, a wide back tapering to a miniscule, hard waist. Large,
perfectly formed breasts were mounted on a slab of striated chest muscle. That
seemed to be the first thing men noticed about her.

However, it was her arms that generated the most gasps and stares. They were
huge mounds of muscle that when flexed would expand to well over nineteen
inches. Her weight now was a constant one hundred seventy-four pounds. She
knew that no American women had the potential to achieve the muscular
development that she had worked so hard to get, and most of them tried very
hard to hide what muscle they did have. Truly, none would attempt to take
their development to the point that Tanya had. Those exceptions appeared to be
the female body builders. She thought what a pity. All in all, she was an
exceptional combination of beauty and power, and on top of that sex appeal
practically oozed from every pore of her body.

She had discovered that many men were truly fascinated and turned on by a
beautiful

woman with muscles. She had never had a shortage of men who were infatuated
with her. She revelled in her muscles, loving to show them off. Her
muscularity, her beauty, and her sex appeal made Tanya a very unique woman.

She also loved to fight. There was something primeval about pitting her
strength and skill against another person. She found smashing her victim with
her fists and drawing blood to be very sexually stimulating and exciting. She
had really large hands which were not immediately noticeable on a woman of her
size until they were curled into fists, then they became exceptionally big,
hard instruments capable of dealing extreme pain and misery. She loved to use
them and was very good at it.

Tanya was on a long vacation on a bike ride across the USA from New York to
San Francisco, where she would fly back to Vikingsborg in Norseland. She had
decided to travel around the country on her motorcycle, and presently was on
her way to Evanston Wyoming on the Utah border where she was booked into the
Great Western hotel. She had just had a wild adventure in Nebraska the day
before on her way west and now it looked like she could become embroiled in
another with very little effort. She couldn't explain why she felt the need to
insert herself into the equation, but she could feel herself being drawn in.
She wasn't even sure that she wanted to, but she just couldn't stay out of it.

As she searched for a place with a phone to call the police, she heard the
sounds of motorcycle engines coming from the woods off to her left as she rode
out of Laramie in Interstate 80. She stopped and listened for a few minutes.
This was unmistakably the Cheyenne Marauders. Tanya concealed her Hardanger in
the heavy bushes off the road and crept through the heavily wooded area to a
clearing where the gang had gathered. It was almost circular with a slight
embankment at one end sloping down to a small stream that ran across the
narrow end. She could see that the police officer was in big trouble. They had
tied him spread-eagled between two trees with his arms and legs stretched as
far out to his sides as they could reach. Tanya crawled closer

to try to find out what was going on. The cop looked like he had been beaten
up already.

A group of bikers stood in front of him.

"Let's give him to the girls for a while." one of them said. "They deserve to
have some fun too.".

The men withdrew and Lucinda and two other women came over. "They sure didn't
do you any favour." a short, squat brunette said. She drove her thick knee
right up between his legs. Since he was gagged, no sound came out but it was
clear that he was in great pain. The brunette repeated the action several
times with the cop writhing in pain each time.

The next woman replaced the brunette. She was a tall, thin Hispanic looking
woman with long bright red fingernails. She dragged those nails across his
chest leaving a trail of long bloody furrows. She moved to his face and again
dragged her long, sharp nails down first his left cheek, then the right.
Again, long bloody furrows ran down each cheek.

Lucinda replaced her. She spoke to the officer and her voice floated over very
faintly on the slight breeze. "I'm going to give a big dose of what I got
earlier today." she said.

She plunged her right fist deep into his defenceless belly. The way he was
tied there was very little give to the ropes. Lucinda was a big, strong girl
who knew how to throw a punch. He was hurt badly. Lucinda slugged away at his
gut, alternating lefts and rights. The man's body jerked against the ropes.
After several punches, Lucinda finally stopped. The cop's unconscious body
slumped in the ropes. The gang all laughed as Lucinda strutted around like a
boxer who just scored a K.O.

Big Jim called all the Cheyenne Marauders together. Tanya leaned forward to
hear him.

"This is the designated drop zone. That shipment has to be here somewhere. The
plane flew over two hours ago and those guys are pretty accurate when they
drop a shipment. All of you get out and search the area. That stuff is worth a
lot of money so make sure that the locals don't see you because we don't need
anybody nosing' around asking' questions. Do not come back without the
shipment. I'll keep Lucinda and Skank here with me. The rest of you take off.
"

The gang mounted up and scattered out to begin their search. Tanya understood
what they were doing in an isolated rural area in the wilds of Wyoming. It was
the ideal spot for drug drops with just the local police to worry about. By
the time they figured out what was going on the drop would simply move to
another location.

The clearing was empty except for Big Jim, Lucinda and the biker Skank. Skank
was tall and thin, his body covered with tattoos. He kept nervously looking
around, his head on a swivel. Tanya returned to her bike Skank was the
lookout. He was pacing around the clearing when he heard footsteps coming from
the wooded area.

He turned and saw the gorgeous Blonde from the diner walking calmly into the
clearing.

"Hi there, baby", Tanya greeted him.

Before she could say more, Lucinda came racing over. Big Jim sauntered over
well

behind her.

Lucinda was mad.

"You sorry assed whore, you sucker-punched me back at that diner. I'm going to
bust you up! Blondie, you're going to regret the day you ever saw me.".

Tanya eyed her coolly. "Lucinda, that's your name isn't it? Well Lucinda, I'm
a lot bigger than you, I'm much stronger than you, and I'm a hell of a lot
meaner than you. I'm also what they call a heavy hitter. That punch I gave you
back at the diner was just a love taps compared to the way I usually hit. If
you know what's good for you just back off and let me talk to the big man
here."

"I'm going to beat your Blondie ass to a pulp" Lucinda shouted.

Big Jim stepped in. "Babe are you sure you want to do this? She nailed you
good before. She's really big."

Tanya was an inch taller, almost twenty-five pounds heavier and it was all
muscle which they did not know at the time.

Lucinda had never lost a fight to another woman so her confidence level was
high.

"You stay out of this Jim.

"IT'S BETWEEN THIS FOREIGN BLONDIE BITCH AND ME!!!

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