TANYA PULVERISES A PUNK IN SALT LAKE CITY by Hamlet Tanya's biceps were beyond anything Freddie had ever seen. Large as honeydew melons, with splits right across the tops. prominent blue veins ran across the peaks of her biceps and a network of them crisscrossed her thick forearms like so many rivers but carrying blood instead of water, the blue veins clearly visible against her white skin. He noticed the contradictions her appearance presented. Shining flame blonde hair hanging down over her shoulders. She had a beautiful face, much more suited to a fashion magazine cover girl than the muscular phenomenon that faced him. How could a Woman this beautiful have muscles like that? Now he realized how big she was. In the heels she was still wearing she towered nearly two feet over him. She held up a fist under his nose that Freddie thought looked as big as a Harley Davison . "I think it's about time for our little demonstration to begin." she said still in a low, soft voice. "No, lady, please. Let me go, I really wasn't goin' to cut you, I just wanted to scare yo"" UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" His words were cut off as the big fist she had just shown him smashed deep into his belly. He loudly expelled all the air in his lungs as her fist plunged far inside him. Before he could even begin to recover, the Woman's fist ripped up into his tender gut again. He was overcome by waves of pain and nausea. He started to crumple to the ground, but the Woman grabbed his shirt keeping him upright. Two more vicious blasts from her big right fist bombarded his belly. He was no longer able to fight off the nausea that started deep down in his gut and rose up to his throat. He began regurgitating everything in his stomach. The Blonde evidently had experience in this situation because as Freddie first began to gag she released her grip on his shirt and stepped back so that the vile looking and smelling fluid that poured out of his mouth splashed harmlessly on the asphalt and not on her. Freddie slumped to his knees and continued heaving until there was nothing left to come up. He looked up and to his horror the big Blonde was reaching for him again. "I win! I bet that you would puke first, and my prize is that I get to keep punching your fat gut." This time her fingers entwined in his hair, dragging him to his feet . "PPlease lady, don't hurt me anymore." he pleaded. Freddie was helpless. He was in severe pain. and he was still nauseated from the brutal pounding that his belly had taken so far. Now the Woman had just told him she wasn't finished. If he was expecting any mercy from the gorgeous Blonde he was out of luck. "You have to learn not to be pulling knives on innocent people like me." she said amused at her own inside joke. "We're going to continue our gut punching demonstration a little bit longer. I have to make sure that you've learned your lesson! " "For your information, gutting comes in two steps. The first is puking which you have done and the other is passing out, getting knocked unconscious which, you are about to do." Freddie was in a panic; he didn't think his belly could take any more punishment without sustaining serious damage. He was in such agony he could barely focus enough to speak. "Lady, please. I promise I'll never do that again. It was all Willie's ide- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!". Once again, she cut off his pleading with a vicious belly blast. This time she changed hands so it was her left fist that sank up to the wrist in his soft gut. When the next vicious left penetrated his belly, he thought it must have gone all the way through him it hurt so bad. His abdominal muscles began to spasm. Freddie would have puked again if there was anything left in his stomach to come up. As it was, he just gagged and had the dry heaves. The Blonde jammed her big thigh between his legs to hold him in place and began a barrage of brutal smashes to his gut with both fists. Each savage blow was so powerful that it lifted his feet off the ground. He let out a loud moan each time her big fist penetrated far into the flabby flesh of his gut. The Blonde was obviously enjoying her work because she had a big, nearly orgasmic smile on her face as she shredded his gut with her hard fists. Freddie probably lost consciousness after about the seventh or eighth gut plundering smash, since the moaning stopped, but she was oblivious to his condition and kept it up for several more punches. The only sound in the alley was the thud of her fists hammering Freddie's belly. It was as if she was enjoying this so much that she couldn't force herself to quit. She had always loved the feel of her fists smashing into anyone stupid enough to cross her. Freddie was no more than a punching bag to her at this point. At last she stepped back seemingly satisfied, and let his badly battered body fall to the asphalt. Dark red blood was seeping out of both sides of his mouth. Her savage battering had damaged at least some of his internal organs causing the bleeding. When she saw that, her smile became ever wider . "I love gut punching out of shape slobs like you." she said. There was no doubt that even though she was beautiful this Blonde had a mean streak a mile wide. She found the knife and putting her foot on the blade, snapped it off right at the hilt. "You won't be using this on anybody else." she said to the two men even though neither of them was capable of hearing her. "That will teach you not to screw with Tanya Helgasdottir ! "Thanks for the workout, punks. I need to do that every so often. The only problem is that beating up arseholes like you makes me very horny." Tanya could feel the wetness that had developed between her legs as she had brutalized Freddie's gut with her fists. She strode out of the alley without another glance at her two unconscious victims and headed back to Deadwood Bar to finish her breakfast! Any comments to norselandic@hotmail.com TO BE CONTINUED