TANYA DESTROYS THE TRUMP BROTHERS by Hamlet Tanya drew her fist back behind her and turned her head to look at her own biceps and triceps swollen with power ready to launch her fist to destroy the rest of Mick's face. She turned back to see her victim, and a feeling of pure joy, and sexual excitement caused a shiver to pass through her entire body. Her fist started forward. Mick could barely see out of one eye, but he saw that destructive fist coming and prayed for the first time in his life. He yelled begging for mercy to no avail NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE!!!!!! His prayer was not answered. Tanya's fist splatted squarely on his nose squashing it to a pulp. A jet of blood flew through the air and hit her chest and belly. Mick's body would have fallen to the floor if she had not held on to his shirt. SMAAASSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! "Still not time for you to go to sleep." Tanya said almost to herself because Mick sure could not hear her. She repeated the slaps to his face to revive him. This time it took several more than it had to elicit a response from him. Finally, he groaned and his head lifted up slightly. "I wanted you to know that this is what should happen to all arseholes like you who think you can do anything you want to women." The remaining patrons of Tommy's restaurant Grand Island Nebraska had been watching in shocked silence. That this beautiful woman could be this brutal was beyond their comprehension. However, now the two waitresses who had been abused by the Trump brothers began a slow rhythmic applause. Tanya looked at them and smiled and then centered her attention on Mick. She wound up that big, hard, bloody right fist and fired it like a missile at the point of Mick's chin. She got all of her one hundred and seventy-four pounds into it. This was a body that could bench press three hundred and fifty pounds and curl two hundred-pound barbells. In no way could mere flesh and bone stand up to that ferocious punch. Her concrete like fist smashed his chin with tremendous impact. It didn't just break, it disintegrated as that brutal fist slammed home. A horrible crackling, splintering sound filled Tommy's. The jaw hinges on both sides of his face at the joint were knocked out of place. The bone at the point of his chin that joined both jaws together and held them in place was split and broken the teeth in the middle of his lower jaw was smashed to bits and pieces. Tanya had released her grip on him as she had started that prodigious blast and Mick sailed backward hit the floor and lay still in a bloody heap. CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! Tanya walked over to him, stared down and said "You especially should not have called me a bitch. You wanted this, so I hope you enjoyed it". That's three down." Tanya surveyed the three unconscious brothers. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the other brother J.D. trying to sneak out the side door. "Hold it right there, J.D.!" she said. "Don't make me chase you, it will only be worse when I catch you." J.D. stopped right where he was. "Come over here!" Tanya commanded. With great trepidation J.D. slowly made his way over to her. Tanya put her arm around his shoulders and turned to the bartender Terry. "Hold my jacket for a little while longer, will you hun? J.D. and I are going outside to discuss a few things. Please don't anybody follow us, we need our privacy. You might consider calling an ambulance to haul out the garbage over there on the floor" She pointed in the general direction of the three unconscious brothers sprawled out on the floor. Terry nodded his head still speechless from what he had just witnessed. Tanya kept her arm around J.D.'s shoulders and walked him toward the door. As they were about to exit the entire customers and staff at Tommy's gave her a standing ovation. The Trumps were well known bullies and the entire town had been afraid of them. Now they had gotten what they deserved from a very unexpected source. Tanya walked J.D. down the sidewalk to a vacant lot half a block down from the Tommy's where she halted. J.D. was terrified of her. She stood there in the moonlight with the blood of his brothers covering her halter top, chest and belly and staining her fists. "Who-who-what are you going to do with me?" J.D. stammered. "I told you what would happen if your brothers caused trouble because of what took place between us, didn't I?" "J.D. was afraid to answer. "You should have listened to me, J.D., and not brought them to Tommy's. Now look at them, they're going to wind up in the hospital and it's all your fault." Tanya was speaking in a soft conversational tone. "I really don't want to hurt you anymore, J.D." she said. He saw a ray of hope but it was quickly dashed as she continued. "However, what you did was bad so you must be punished. I told you I would be very angry if I had to fight your brothers, remember?" He preferred not to remember. "Now I have to come up with a suitable punishment for you." "P-P-Please don't h-hurt me anymore" J.D. begged. He was so afraid of this Woman he lost control of his bladder. Urine was running down his pantleg. Tanya saw this and smiled. She loved the anticipation of the beating almost as much as the beating itself. However, she was tiring of this cat and mouse game. She was circling around J.D. as she spoke to him. She came to a stop right in front of him but facing away from him toward the street. "Just give me a minute, and I am sure I can think of something suitable." Tanya paused. "I could take it easy on you since I think you've learned your lesson, haven't you?" "Yes, I have. I'll do anything you want." he said. As she was speaking, she was curling her fist into a hard mass of iron. As she looked down at that fist, she knew she could do anything she wanted to and he would be powerless to stop her. "Yes, I could take it easy on you, J.D., but I'm not!!" As she was finishing her last sentence Tanya was bending her knees and rotating her shoulders away from the petrified man. Now she sprang! Driving with her massive legs, her hips and shoulders rotated to supply even more power as her fist sped forward. With a sound like a mallet striking a side of beef, her fist went burrowing deep into the pit of J.D.'s stomach. Her mighty punch lifted him off his feet. When he touched down his legs would not support him, and he dropped to his knees. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! Tanya got out of the way just in time as his dinner and all the whiskey he had been drinking came spewing out of his mouth in a projectile spray of half-digested food, and green mucoid slime. He remained there until there was nothing left to come up, then curled up at her feet fighting to breathe. Tanya reached down for him. "Come on darlin', you have to get up. We aren't finished yet." His good arm reached out and tried to push her hands away. She just smiled at him again, and lifted him to his feet. He could not straighten up. That vicious blast to his already damaged stomach had him in severe pain. "Time for the second instalment" Tanya whispered in his ear as she held him up with both hands. This time she released her left hand and rolled it into the twin of the fist she had just hit him with, big, iron hard, and caked with Trump blood. J.D. was trying to beg but all he could do was make croaking sounds. Tanya drove with her big legs again to get more power and ripped her fist up into his stomach. His entire body shuddered from the impact and he tried to vomit again but there was nothing left to come up. Now blood was coming out of his mouth and dripping down on Tanya's hand and wrist. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! She let him sink to the ground for a few minutes as she heard activity at the Tommy's location and looked to see what was going on. She saw police cars and an ambulance pull up in front of the Tommy's. "Good news, honey", she said to the moaning J.D. "Your ride is here so you won't have to drive your truck to the clinic." She helped him up again. J.D. was still hunched over holding his belly. "Can you walk?" she asked, still supporting him. J.D. was making those same croaking sounds but nodded his head in the affirmative. "You won't be able to in a second", she sighed. Before he could comprehend the consequences of what she had said he heard "Third instalment". Tanya unloaded a punch of unbelievable ferocity. Her fist completely disappeared in his stomach. J.D. was once again lifted up in the air. He could make no sound as all the air was punched out of him by that awful fist. He collapsed to the ground at her feet out cold with bits of his own vomit stuck to his face and his blood flowing out of his mouth. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! "Now that was a gut punch, J.D. I want to thank you for providing the entertainment for the evening." Tanya said gazing down at her latest member of the Trump clan to be her victim. She saw that the police and the ambulance were still at the Tommy's. She knew that J.D. wasn't going to be awake and moving anytime soon so she walked to her motel rooms. When she got there, she looked up the number of the Tommy's an placed the call. She got Terry on the phone. "Hi, sweetheart, know who this is?". "It's Terry here! My God, lady, do you know that this place is crazy? These guys are a real mess. Blood is everywhere. They have broken noses, and jaws. Mick's chin is completely shattered. Teeth are all over the floor. We've never seen anything like this. Who the hell are you, anyway? You might like to know that everybody here told the cops that the Trumps attacked you, and all this is self-defence. Nobody liked them. They were bullies, always hassling folks here and harassing the women. We're glad to see them get what you gave them." He was talking a mile a minute. "Slow down, cutie. Tell the ambulance guys that they need to go to the vacant lot, down the street and get J.D., He seems to be taking a nap there. Do you still have my leather jacket?" "You can pick it up anytime you want to. It is here under the bar." ."I have something else in mind." Tanya said. "If you bring it over to me at the Travelodge, I'll make it worth your while. I'm in room 117." "Sure, I'll drop it off in about an hour and a half after we close." Terry said. Tanya told him. "I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU SWEETHEART." Any comments to norselandic@hotmail.com TO BE CONTINUED