TANYA CONFRONTS A HICK IN NEBRASKA
by Hamlet



The six-year-old car came over a steep rise on a winding two lane broad in the
flat country of eastern Nebraska along State Highway 14. The driver, an
elderly man dressed in overalls and a flannel shirt slowed as he saw a
solitary figure standing by the side of the road. As he approached Interstate
80 turning left going westwards in the direction of Grand Island neared, he
could see a motorcycle parked just off the side of the road, and the figure
who must be the rider standing with thumb extended

looking for a ride.

The rider was very tall and was dressed in shiny black leather wearing black
high heeled boots with razor sharp heels, black leather trousers and leather
gloves that went right up her arms. Her long blonde hair tied in a ponytail
completed the stunning effect. The muscles in her legs were so large beneath
her thigh length boots, but very sensual.

The old man, afraid of bikers, accelerated as he neared the lone figure and
rapidly pulled away.

The rider cursed softly. "Damn. Of all the places hit a rock and buckle my
front wheel, it would have to be out in the middle of nowhere. I hope I can
catch a ride to the next town and see about getting the part I need to fix
it."

The rider removed the dark helmet. Long, flaming platinum blonde hair streamed
down to her shoulders. A beautiful feminine face with full lips and ice blue
eyes looked out from under all that blonde hair. The Woman unbuttoned the
leather jacket revealing a white cropped tee shirt that emphasized her
enormous breasts and rippling muscles.

She heard the sound of another vehicle coming over the rise. She looked up and
saw a pick-up truck winding down Interstate 80. She strode to the side of the
road and stuck out her thumb again.

The driver of the pick-up nearly ran off the road when he saw this
blonde-haired vision standing there with her thumb in the air.

"This must be my lucky day!" he said to himself. He skidded to a stop.

"Need some help, honey?" he asked.

"My bike broke down," she said pointing to the Hardanger the most advanced
bike in the world.

"Could you give me a lift to the nearest town?"

Her voice was low and musical and she had a pronounced accent that sounded to
him like German

"Sure, I can" the man said and got out of the truck.

When the Woman saw him, she wished he had not stopped. He looked like trouble.
He was a large man, and heavily built. He was wearing a work shirt and jeans
with a large belt buckle. His gut extended well over the belt. He looked like
he hadn't shaved for several days, and from the smell, hadn't taken a bath
either. Coming from the cleanest Nation on earth the sight of him really
revolted her.

The Woman decided to make the best of a bad situation. She gave him a dazzling
smile and said "Thanks a lot. I really appreciate the help. I was beginning to
think that nobody lived out this way."

"This is farm country, not too many houses. You could have been stranded out
here for days. Old D.J. will help you, honey. That's my name. D.J. Trump."

"Well, thanks again, D.J. I'll get the bike and we can load it in the back of

your truck."

She had not given him her name. The Woman turned her back to collect the bike.
D.J. had not had a woman for a long time and he was used to just taking what
he wanted around there. The Woman bent over to pick up the bike pointing her
shapely butt right at him.

"Good God, what a looker. She sure isn't from around here. I surely would like
to have me some of that" D.J. thought to himself.

He walked up behind the Woman and put one large hand on each of her butt
cheeks

"You sure got a nice as, Where you from honey Germany?" D.J. said.

The Woman sprang up from the bike and faced him. "Norseland actually nowhere
near Germany you ignorant pig! And keep your hands to yourself. My ass is not
part of the deal" she said.

"Now honey, ole D.J. is going to help you out, but I need a little pay. I
haven't had any pussy in a long time and I bet you aren't no virgin. I'd even
bet you aren't no natural blonde, either your kraut"

He laughed as he said that showing tobacco stained teeth.

"Whether I'm a virgin or not doesn't make any difference, because you won't be
finding out. Why don't you just get back in your truck and leave. I'll find
another way to town."

"Don't play high and mighty with me, you f""g foreign cow! There isn't nobody
around for miles out here but you and me."

D.J. reached out and brushed her breasts. The Woman backed up. "

You better leave before I get mad! You don't want to be here when I get mad.
Really Bad things happen to people who annoy me."

"Well I'll be damned. Temper like a blonde too. I'm really going' to like this
Jerry pussy." D.J. said.

The Woman was getting upset.

"What happened, did your sheep die?" she asked sarcastically. "That's probably
the only pussy you can get."

"Lady Bosch, you done made ole D.J. mad. I'm going to f--k you till you
scream, hen f--k you some more."

She continued to back away and he followed her. Soon they were down an
embankment out of sight of the road. D.J. lunged at her, both arms wide open
to grab her. He moved faster than she thought he could, but she managed to
avoid his rush and he tripped and fell to the ground. As he rolled around
trying to regain his footing the Woman shrugged resignedly and removed her
leather jacket and casually tossed it aside.

D.J. halted right in his tracks with a look of absolute surprise on his face.
It was not her beauty that caused this reaction. He had almost become used to
that. It was her body. Instead of the tall, frail girl with big tits that he
had expected to see, this Woman had muscles like he had never seen before.
Huge caps of muscle sat on her shoulders pulling her shirt tight against them.
She had a wide back tapering to a small muscled belly clearly visible beneath
the cropped shirt. Her legs looked like they were about to burst through her
leather pants, but it was her arms that mesmerized him. Her forearms writhed
with muscle and large blue veins ran through them. Her biceps looked like
bowling balls to him again with large veins running across the tops. Her
triceps resembled triangles of knotted rope on the back of her arms. Her hands
were curled into big, hard looking fists attached to thick, vascular wrists.
She could plainly see the effect she was having on him.

Before he could regain his composure, she said still in that low soft voice,
"I kicked the shit out of an asshole like you yesterday so I have had plenty
of practice since I.ve been in the USA. This should be fun. So, if you still
want me, come on sweetheart and take your best shot!"

D.J. charged forward reaching out to grab her. This time the Woman made no
attempt to get out of the way. Instead she coiled her body and brought her
right fist up from behind and below her knees and smashed it under his chin.
Although D.J. was moving at top speed for him, he stopped like he had hit a
brick wall. Slowly he toppled over and fell on his back where he lay fighting
to hold on to a thread of consciousness.

.

He was moaning softly and not moving at all. The Woman reached down, took his

left arm in both hands and lifted it up and away from his body. She drove the
toe of her high heeled boot viciously into his armpit. The man screamed in
pain. She continued to pull the arm up and out putting great pressure on his
shoulder joint. Perspiration formed on her shirt as her own arm and shoulder
muscles expanded with the effort. There was a sound like tearing cloth as the
ligaments in his shoulder were ripped loose.

The man screamed again.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

The blonde Woman released his now useless arm and slipped her hands under his
arms pulling him to his feet. Her body turned bringing her weight toward him
and burying her large right fist deep in his big belly. D.J. pitched forward
and slowly sank to his knees. Next, he expelled his lunch in one big heave.
The Woman leaped back but not in time. Some of his vomit splashed on her
leather trousers and her boots.

"You'll have to pay for that, shithead." she growled.

D.J. was on his knees throwing up what was left in his stomach; strings of
green mucous were hanging from his mouth. She got him to his feet and once
again, powered that fist deep in his gut. Since D.J. had nothing left to bring
up he had a case of the dry heaves, and as he sank again to his knees, he had
a great deal of difficulty breathing. He then flopped over on his side gasping
for air

. "You lose," she said. "You thought I was not a natural blonde, and you are
about to find out how wrong you were. I really get horny beating up assholes
like you."

She removed her boots and jeans. As she pulled down her panties, sure enough,
thick blonde pubic hair curled between her legs and it was now glistening wet.
She rolled D.J. on his back and sat down on his chest.

"Now be a good boy and use your tongue and I might not have to beat you
anymore"

She placed her wet, hungry snatch over his face and said "Get to work!" It was
obvious that D.J. had never done this before, and it was necessary for the
Woman to

keep instructing him. He eventually got the hang of what to do enough for her
to begin panting and gyrating as her climax neared. As she erupted, she
screamed at the top of her voice. She continued to sit on his face with his
nose buried in her pussy until her breathing returned to normal.

The Woman climbed off his face which was now covered with her juices, and got
dressed. D.J. was slowly regaining his bearings.

"It's time to go, but I think we need one more for the road."

She lifted the man to his feet. As he stood unsteadily in front of her, she
grasped

his shirt in her left hand. Once more that powerful fist smashed his
vulnerable gut disappearing in the weakened flesh. "Gut punching is fun, but
you have been missing your setups, you're like punching a sack of feathers".

D.J. was drifting into dreamland when he heard her say "This will teach you
not to fuck with Tanya!".

He could barely focus when he saw her drawing back her fist again. He was
spared the pain of the last punch as he passed out before she could deliver
it. Looking at

the man held up only by her strong left hand she realized he was out. She
glanced back at her cocked fist and said "This is like a samurai sword. Once
it has been drawn, it has to be used."

She held that big fist there briefly admiring it and thinking about the agony
it would cause as it plunged deep in the big man's oversized belly. Smiling,
she ripped it deep into his unresisting gut. Blood had already been seeping
from his mouth, and this bit of viciousness increased the flow to now run down
his chin. She dropped the beaten man to the ground.

She then proceeded to remove his vomit from her boots by wiping them on his
shirt. When she finished cleaning her boots, she reached in his pocket and
retrieved the keys to the truck.

"I don't think you will be needing your truck for a while, so I hope you don't
mind if I borrow it. I'll leave it in town for you. I hope you have a very
nice nap". She pushed her Hardanger onto the truck. She opened the tailgate
and found the piece of plywood that D.J. used for a ramp. She rolled the bike
up the ramp, closed the tailgate and got in the truck.

THANKS FOR YOU HELP ARSEHOLE!

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