TANYA ANNIHILATES THE LAST OF THE MARAUDERS
by Hamlet



While Tanya and John were checking into the motel, Al one of the toughest
bikers who had seen Tanya finish off Big Jim, was livid. When he saw up close
the damage inflicted on his friend by the Blonde, he went berserk.

"I'm going to kill that f-----g Norsi bitch!" he shouted. "Are any of you with
me?"

"Al calm down. There's nothing' we can do about it. Big Jim himself made the
deal with her. Beat him and go free. None of us thought that she might
actually win, much less tear him up like this. We're out of it." said Jim the
old-timer who was the oldest of the Cheyenne Marauders.

Al went ballistic!

"F----n' bunch o' pussies! I didn't agree to any such bullshit as that! I'm
going to find that f----g Norsi whore and kill her and that asshole cop if
he's around with her too!".

He found Big Jim's 's .357 Magnum pistol, leaped on his bike and roared away.
The

rest of the Cheyenne Marauders were in disarray. They started to think about
what to do about Big Jim and Skank and Lucinda. They definitely all needed
medical attention, but couldn't be moved from camp. They finally decided to
wait for dark and try to kidnap the local doctor in Laramie and bring him
there and force him to treat the two bikers. Then they would take their dope
and get the hell out of the area. None of them wanted to tangle with the wild
Norselandic Blonde again. This was the first time in their lives they were
scared of a woman. They hoped Al did not find her, for his own sake.

Al arrived at the Interstate 80 intersection and rode westwards to Rawlins the
next town. He began a systematic search, checking each motel, inquiring if a
tall, blonde foreign woman had checked in. His story was that they were
friends and were supposed to meet there, but he had forgotten the name of the
motel.

On his fourth stop he struck paydirt at the Best Value Inn. The clerk even
provided Tanya's room number. Al quietly sneaked around to the back of the
motel. As he got close to the room, he could hear the unmistakable groans of
lovemaking. That made him even madder. About five minutes after it ended, Al
knocked on the door.

"Front desk. Sorry to bother you, but our machine made a mistake. We need
another imprint of your credit card.".

Tanya opened the door a crack. Al shoved the gun against her head and forced
her back into the room. Tanya was still naked, just covered with a towel which
she dropped.

Al was enraged. "I'm going to kill you and that faggot cop!" he snarled. "I'm
going to make you watch me do the cop, then it'll be your turn you Norsi
bitch! You're going to die a little bit at a time. First, I'll blow off your
kneecaps, then your ears. After that I'm going to shove this gun up your
blonde snatch and empty it then watch you bleed to death!.".

Tanya hadn't said a word since Al showed up at the door.

"I guess it's too late to try to talk you out of this." she said in a voice
that sounded much calmer that she was feeling.

Al took a good look at the Blonde for the first time. He almost lost his
concentration when he saw the platinum blonde hair, gorgeous face, and
mind-blowing muscularity. Keeping his eyes on her, he cocked the pistol. Gove,
who was still on the bed, knew that if he didn't take action now, they would
both be dead in a matter of minutes.

While Al's attention was focused on Tanya, he threw a pillow at him. Al ducked
instinctively. When he did, Tanya lunged at his gun hand.

The two wrestled for the pistol all over the room. Al was stronger than Tanya
thought and his strength was fuelled by both anger and fear. Al drove his knee
between Tanya's legs. The pain was intense and Tanya's grip on the pistol
weakened. Al managed to yank the gun free, but stumbled back slightly as Tanya
released it.

Al was trying to bring the gun to bear when Tanya napped her foot up and
delivered a tremendous kick to the hand holding the pistol. It went flying
across the room. The suddenly unarmed Al took one look at Tanya and tried to
run from the room. Tanya dived at him and caught him with a driving tackle
from behind as he reached the door. Al crashed face first into the door. Both
of them fell to the floor.

Gove struggled to get out of bed to help. "Stay right where you are John!"
Tanya commanded. "I'll take care of this!".

Tanya got to her feet first. Al's face showed the effects of its collision
with the door. He had two cuts on his forehead and blood was dripping down his
face. As she struggled to rise, Tanya kicked him, the Blonde's gargantuan
thighs exploding with power. The kick drove Al away from the door, back to the
centre of the room. Al realized that his only chance without the weapon was in
escape. He sprang up and charged at Tanya. He meant to knock Tanya off
balance, get to the door and run for his bike.

Just before he reached Tanya what seemed like an axhandle smashed into his
jaw. He knew it had to be an axhandle. The hardest he had been ever hit in his
life was in a brawl when he had been hit by another biker with an axhandle,
and this blow was even harder than that one. As he groped around on the floor,
he realized it was not an axhandle after all, just Tanya's hard fist.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

He could hear Tanya's voice but it sounded far away, like he was in a tunnel.

"After what you Marauders did to him, I think the policeman would like to see
you gutted. I always obey the wishes of law officers."

Tanya gripped Al's hair and hauled him to his feet. About this time, it dawned
on Al in his brain fogged state what Tanya had said and what was about to
happen. He opened his mouth to plead with Tanya but before he could get the
words out Tanya delivered what was becoming her favourite gut punch, that
ripping, up from the floor, left uppercut right in the centre of Al's tender
belly.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFF!!!! went Al as he was lifted off his feet and fell
to his knees. He was retching, but Tanya picked him up and slammed him back
against the door.

Her big right fist rocketed into Al's belly. "UUUUNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

went Al and he started to fold. Tanya draped Al's head over her shoulder
pinning him against the door. She pounded vicious, wind-sucking smashes deep
into Al's now very soft stomach. Blood ran out of his mouth and dripped down
Tanya's bare back. Still she kept up her fusillade of hard fists deep into
Al's battered gut.

Al was now moaning softly with each savage blast, the only sign he was still
conscious. With one last brutal smash, Tanya allowed Al to sag to the floor'

.

Tanya turned and grinned at Gove, "Another expert Gutting for today. I usually
don't get to have this much fun in one day." she said. Al was beginning to
stir. Slowly at first, then flopping around in pain, clutching his gut.
Usually Tanya's blood lust would have been sated by now, but since Al had
tried to kill them, Tanya was in a particularly vicious mood. Too bad for Al.
Tanya got Al to his feet once again. She looked deep into Al's eyes, seeing
the agony and the fear reflected there. Her pussy began heating up once more.

"Please don't hit me anymore. I-I can't take it. I-I'll do anything you want;
I'll eat your pussy like Big Jim did, I'll suck off the cop, anything, just
don't hit me anymore. Your fists are so big and so hard, I'm afraid you'll
kill me!

PLEASSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Al always though she was the toughest woman around. she had won every fight
with men and had never lost to another woman. This big Blonde had destroyed
her enemies three times in one day, and although Al was ashamed of herself for
begging, he would indeed do anything to escape further punishment from this
woman.

Listening to Al plead, Tanya's pussy was on fire and dripping wet again.

"You should have thought about that before you forced your way in here waving
that gun around and threatening to kill us. You've got to pay the price!"

Tanya held her open right hand up in front of Al's face. Deliberately she
curled it up into the big, hard fist that Al had come to fear so much. Slowly
she drew it back so that Al could see the big muscles in her arms and
shoulders dance, ripple and flex.

Tanya looked in Al's eyes again and saw sheer terror there. Tanya couldn't
resist giving her a big smile. She wanted to take time to savour the moment.
At last she was ready. Then the first fist streaked forward as Tanya turned,
getting everything, she had into one last, cruel, massive punch.

"CRRRAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!"

It smashed into Al's face with superhuman force and Al's nose disintegrated in
a spray of red that coated Tanya's fist and splattered on her breasts and
chest. The unconscious biker slid down to a sitting position with his back
resting against the door. Tanya contemptuously shoved the body over on its
side with her foot. Blood from his smashed nose was pooling on the carpet.

Tanya glanced at Gove. His rod was standing straight up at attention.

" I don't think Al would mind if we put that to good use." she said. Tanya
crossed to the bed and mounted him again. Both of them were so stimulated she
immediately started wanking him with her leather gloved hand at a breakneck
pace. As hot as they were in a very short time he erupted in a sizzling
orgasm. Then they collapsed on the bed.

Tanya handed him the phone. "Call your buddies in the police department and
tell them where to find the Cheyenne Marauders. The drugs should still be
there with them. That should put all of them away for a long time'

. Tanya headed for the shower. Gove could hear the water running as he made
the necessary calls. Tanya came out of the shower and began gathering up her
clothes. got one last look at her sexy, powerful body as she dressed.

"I've got to go now. I don't want to be involved in any of this. I'm sure you
can come up with a good story."

She leaned over and kissed him.

"Will I ever see you again?" Gove asked her hopefully.

"No, I don't think so. If you ever get to New York you can try to look me up.
Goodbye, John".

Tanya stepped over the unconscious and still bleeding body of Al and out the
door of the room. She mounted her Hardanger bike and left the motel. Gove
watched her from the window as she rode away.

"What a woman!" he shook his head as she rode out of sight. Tanya could hear
the sound of sirens arriving as she headed west down Interstate 80.

After traveling only two hours or so she realized she was tired and stopped
for the night. at the Great Western hotel, she had booked in Evanston on the
Utah border.

The next morning as she was having breakfast the local paper the Evanston
Mercury caught her eye.

The headline blared "Local officer breaks up biker drug ring. John Gove, a
member of our local police force was credited with the apprehension of the
Cheyenne Marauders motorcycle gang. The Marauders had long been suspected of
being the major distributor of illicit drugs in a three-state area. "

"Officer Gove says he was aided in this arrest by an unidentified woman, who
he described as Norse andic tall, attractive, with blonde hair. The woman
apparently had an encounter with the gang in Laramie earlier in the day.
Officer Gove credits the woman with rescuing him from the gang after he had
been assaulted by them. At the time of the arrest Big Jim Mc Ewan, the alleged
leader of the Marauders was in serious condition and required hospitalization
for injuries sustained in a fight prior to the arrests. His jaw was broken,
cheekbone fractured, several teeth had been knocked out, and he was suffering
from internal injuries.

"Another gang member identified only as "Skank" was also injured incurring a
broken nose and several missing teeth. Another woman in the gang Lucinda is
still unconscious. Al Lewis, another member of the gang was arrested at the
motel where Officer Gove had taken refuge. He also required hospitalization
with severe internal injuries and a shattered nose. Officer Gove states that
the mysterious blonde woman inflicted all of these injuries on the gang
members in self-defence"

She disappeared while the arrests were being made and apparently no one knows

her whereabouts. There is a reward for the capture of this vicious gang and
local authorities, on Officer Gove's recommendation, would like to present it
to this mysterious woman. If anyone has any information regarding this woman
please contact the local police. Once again, she is described by Officer Gove
as being approximately 6'2" tall, very attractive Norse andic, with blonde
hair. She was last seen heading west on a motorbike."

Tanya read the article as she finished her breakfast. "Nice try, Gove" she
thought as she completed the article.

She noticed some people starting to stare at her, so she paid her check and
hurriedly left the restaurant and headed west to Salt Lake City,

MAYBE A NEW ADVENTURE!

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