TANYA'S BLOODY FIGHT AT THE ROADSIDE
by Hamlet


Tanya sped across the Illinois countryside along Interstate 88 heading towards
Omaha She had roared past the towns of De Kalb, Rochelle, Dixon and Rock Falls
in her mighty Norselandic Hardanger bike the most advanced of in the world,
oblivious to all speed limits .

She felt so exhilarated after the fight she had gone through in Chicago the
day before where she had pulverised three goons into a bloody heap recovered
payment from someone who thought he would never recover the money and had
emerged with $2000 in cash This was the third of her victories in the USA and
she believed that her journey from New York to San Francisco would be a series
of bloody fights in which she would emerge victorious every time.

She was dressed as most Norse Women were in shiny black leather wearing black
high heeled boots with razor sharp heels, black leather trousers and a leather
basque 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. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse to reveal the rippling muscles in
her arms and shoulders. And she bought them one size too small to make sure
her large breasts on top of her firm chest muscles strained at the leather
garment. And there was no fat. Just beautiful, bronzed skin over solid muscle.

Fighting had become an obsession for her. She knew she had a problem with her
obsession with physical conflict.

She looked in the distance and could see the mighty Mississippi and the city
of Davenport Iowa before her She has now ridden from Chicago to the Iowa
border a distance of 175 miles in just under 2 hours. She had the need for
three things a coffee and breakfast and a fight that she was now yearning for.
She also decided on having a look round the sights of the city before heading
across Iowa.

She turned left from the Interstate headed for the centre of Davenport riding
along the Mississippi at full speed again ignoring the speed limits

She had to find a way to get around the morning traffic as she approached the
city centre itself.

, She then roared forward slid her bike right into into the car in front or
her and hit it hard with the side of her bike on the wing mirror.

She decided to stop her bike to pick up her mobile and call her partner Rolf
in Norseland as she got out of the bike the guy whom she had hit jumped out

of his car, began waving his arms and calling her a stupid bitch for ramming
into his car!

Bitch would have been enough. But stupid? NEVER! By the time she was
completely out of the bike, he was in her face. He stopped dead in his tracks
with a confused look. He realized too late what a big mistake he had made by
calling this Norse Glamazonian names!

She began responding to the guys' stupidity with a sudden right punch and a
quick left to his big soft belly as he approached her. Faster!

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Then with lightning speed, she pushed him into position, which gave her the
lead way for a right hook that caved in his jaw. The look on his face, was as
if, he had been hit, by a locomotive at full speed. He puked blood which
sprayed all over her.

That angered her even more. Seeing his blood gushing out of his mouth, she
felt a

rush that could not stop.

Swinging her narrow hips to the left, her left cross hammered into his jaw.
His jaw collapsed under the force of the blow. She couldn't stop here. This
was better than a triple orgasm. She felt as if a bolt of lightning had
charged her body! I She felt more power at this moment than she had felt in
the whole of her journey as he hit the ground, his body continued to roll.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

She walked boldly over to the guy and gave him a hard kick in the kidneys.
Reaching down and pulling him to his feet by his blood-stained collar. She
quickly barrelled her fist into his gut with such force that it lifted him at
least 2 feet off the ground.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

Heaving and coughing up blood, he looked into her eyes and saw what he thought

for a moment to be She Lucifer. He was wondering how could someone so
beautiful

could be so lethal, strong, powerful and angry. He prayed that she would stop.

He still had his front teeth. But she wanted those gnashes for her collection.
She held him up with her left hand, stepped back while clenching her teeth and
growled like a wild animal, thirsting for the sport. It was as if she was
hunting down her prey and toying with it before the kill!

Executing a perfect jab to his nose, she caused the cartilage to completely
collapse beneath her powerful fist. Shifting her weight to her right leg and
releasing his shirt at the same time she swung with all the power in her legs,
hips, back, shoulders and arms. She hit him with the most powerful uppercut
that she had ever executed and knocked out a full mouth of teeth. Knocking him
to the ground, she straddled him. She stood tall, looking down at this weak
excuse for the male gender

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

She had puke and blood all over her.

. She spotted a hose in one of the driveways of the houses along the road. She
picked it up. Holding it over her head, she let the cold-water flow throw her
hair, over her flawless face, hard traps, wide shoulders, large chest and huge
breasts. Flowing down her large tummy, over her wide hips her large shapely
quads and over her feet, the refreshing water washed away the blood and puke
which she had obtained as she beat the idiot to a pulp. This brief shower left
a puddle of puke, blood and water on the street.

She felt the incredible orgasm beneath her legs. She yelled out in English and
Norselandic to all the many spectators who had gathered around her to watch in
amazement at her fighting prowess

GOD THAT WAS WONDERFUL!

I LOVE FIGHTING!

GUD SOM VAR DYRT!

JEG ELSKER KAMP!

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