Rusty's Bike


Jason snapped back to reality with a start as the car behind him honked 
it's horn. He had been daydreaming and not paying attention. He had been 
reviewing his life as he drove around. He had a comfortable income from 
the chain of eight drycleaners he owned. He lived in a highrise 
apartment complete with a doorman and a concerige service. He was 
driving a new Mercedes. He was bored. He had not had a date with a woman 
in months. His so called love life was nonexistent. With his failure 
with the ladies he had devoted his interest to food and drink. He had 
gained over thirty pounds in the last eighteen months, and it seemed a 
large part of it was at his waistline. When the honk broke his reverie 
he was amazed to find he had been just driving around for over an hour. 
He checked the time, and realized he had driven past his usual dinner 
time. He spotted a small tavern in the neighborhood in which he was 
driving, and decided to have a burger and a beer. He parked the Mercedes 
and entered the tavern. It was fairly crowded, so he took a seat at the 
bar. He only meant to have a quick bite to eat and a beer, but he became 
engrossed in the ballgame on the tv behind the bar, and before he knew 
it he had had eight beers, a cheeseburger, and two bowls of peanuts. His 
thoughts drifted back to what he considered his boring life, and he 
resolved to try to  add a little adventure to it. He paid his check, 
leaving a generous tip for the bartender, and left through a side 
entrance which he noticed would be a faster route to the parking lot. As 
he entered the short alley that connected the tavern to the parking lot, 
he saw a big classic Harley Davidson parked in the alley. It seemed to 
bee all leather and polished chrome. "Maybe I need something like this," 
he thought. He started to sit on the seat when a voice behind him said 
in an authoritative but definitely feminine tone, "Get away from my 
bike, asshole." 

Jason turned to see who was speaking. He had to blink to make sure his 
eyes were not deceiving him. Just visible in the security light the 
owner of the tavern had installed in the alley was one of the most 
beautiful women he had ever seen. Her long red hair was held back by a 
blue bandanna. her face had an aquiline nose with just a sprinkle of 
freckles across the bridge of it. Her high cheekbones set off her 
electric blue eyes. She had the fair skin color that most light-haired 
people have. She was wearing a denim jacket over what appeared to be a 
cut-off tee shirt. Her jeans were so tight the could have been painted 
on. A pair of motorcycle boots were on her feet. Jason was captivated. 
"I,uh, I'm sorry. I was just admiring it." Jason stuttered. "Try 
admiring it from a distance," the redhead replied.  "Again, I'm sorry. 
As a form of apology why don't you let me buy you a drink." Jason said. 
The redhead laughed. " I wouldn't be seen in public with a fat slob like 
you." Then she turned into the tavern. Jason was angry. She didn't have 
to have a drink with him, but she didn't have to be such a bitch. He saw 
a nameplate on the Harley that said "Rusty Walters" Jason said, "Well 
Rusty Walters, this is what I think of your attitude." With that he 
kicked the Harley sending it crashing over in the alley. If he had known 
who Rusty Walters was not only would he not have done that, but he would 
have run for his car and left the area as soon as she had spoken to him. 

To those who knew about her Rusty was famous or infamous. Her parents 
had been killed in an airplane crash when she was four years old. She 
had bounced from one foster home to another since she had no other 
relatives. Her parents insurance policy had left her with enough money 
for the rest of her life, but she couldn't get access to it until she 
was eighteen years of age. She was a very bright girl, but showed no 
interest in school. She became more and more rebellious as she grew 
older. The one thing she found that she loved to do was fight. She was 
always getting in fights in school. She was fearless and vicious, and 
even the older boys became afraid of her. As soon as she was old enough, 
she quit school and ran away from her last foster home. She got jobs 
where she could get by on her startling good looks, but her temper 
usually lead to her thrashing either a customer or fellow employee and 
therefore getting fired. She hooked up with the Bandits, the toughest 
gang of bikers in the area. She established herself as someone not to be 
trifled with immediately. The leader's girlfriend tried to order Rusty 
around. They had a two punch fight. When Rusty told the girlfriend to 
fuck off the girlfriend punched Rusty in the stomach. Rusty took the 
punch, shook it off, then knocked the girl out with one punch. The 
leader then decided to avenge his woman and Rusty beat him into a 
battered, bleeding lump. After that everyone pretty much left her alone. 
When they took a close look at Rusty, they could see why she was such a 
powerful fighter. She had a muscular, powerful body with wide shoulders, 
big arms, and a narrow rippled waist. Her legs bulged with muscle. All 
of this was without ever lifting a weight. It was genetic. Rusty wanted 
to maintain her body, so she instituted an exercise routine consisting 
of 150 situps, 100 pushups, and 50 chinups daily. She became the gang's 
warlord. After three years she tired of being in the Bandits and one day 
just got on her Harley and left. Rumor had it that she was now working 
as an enforcer for the area's largest loan shark. This enabled her to do 
the two things she wanted to do, supplement her income, and administer 
severe beatings to unfortunates who missed their payments. Had Jason 
known any of this he would have run away quickly, instead of kicking 
over her Harley. 

Rusty heard the crash in the alley, and quickly stepped back outside. 
When she saw Jason standing over the tipped over Harley, Instead of 
going into a rage, she seemed to get even calmer. Jason failed to see 
the menacing quality of her seemingly calm exterior. And shouted at her, 
"You should not have talked to me like that, you bitch."  That was 
totally out of character for him and he really surprised himself with 
the way he was acting. Maybe it was his new thirst for adventure that 
prodded him on. After all, this was just a pretty woman. "I'm going to 
have to teach how to treat a lady, fat boy", Rusty replied. She walked 
over to the Harley and lovingly lifted it back onto the stand. Then she 
removed her denim jacket and carefully folded it and placed it on the 
Harley seat. Suddenly Jason realized that real trouble was on the way. 
"I'm sorry I knocked over your bike, but you had no right to insult me 
like that. I'll give you my phone number. Repair any damages and I will 
pay for it. "You're going to pay for it, alright," Rusty said in a very 
quiet voice, "But it will not be with money. I'm going to take payment 
in blood." Jason took a good look at the strong, muscular body of the 
pretty redhead, and felt fear for the first time. "This is silly," he 
said. "I'm leaving now. call me with the cost of the repair." He turned 
and started for the parking lot. He felt her hand on his shoulder. He 
stopped and turned around. "I said I'm leav uunnhh". 

He was interrupted in mid-sentence by Rusty's big fist burrowing into 
his stomach. Air rushed from his lungs and his eyes bugged open. Rusty 
drove another fist to the same spot. Jason had never been hurt that bad 
in his life. It felt like a knife had been stabbed into his gut. Rusty 
caught him to keep Jason on his feet. She took his right arm and draped 
it over her left shoulder. She then reached over it with her left arm 
and put her left hand on the back of his neck effectively trapping his 
right arm on her shoulder. With Jason pinned like that, he was unable to 
get away and could not fall to the ground. Rusty pulled back that 
battering ram right fist and drilled it into his stomach again. She 
looked into Jason's eyes and saw the pain reflected there. Again, that 
mighty fist sank into his stomach. Jason looked like he wanted to throw 
up. The door of the tavern opened and two couples exited into the alley. 
What they saw looked like a lover's embrace. Seeing them out of the 
corner of her eye, Rusty planted a hard kiss on Jason's mouth. She held 
it while the couples moved past them to the parking lot. "It looks like 
they are certainly having a great time" one of the women remarked as the 
walked by. "They will be ready for a bed soon at that rate" added one of 
the men, and they all four laughed. 

After they were gone, Rusty broke the kiss. "They were partially right." 
she whispered in Jason's ear. "You will be ready for a bed, but it will 
be a hospital bed. Are you ready to resume?" With that she fired three 
more bombs into Jason's already hurting belly. She then released her 
hold and let him slump to the ground. He lay there and vomited up all of 
the beer and food he had consumed in the tavern. Rusty dragged Jason to 
his feet and backed him to the wall of the alley. She took both of his 
arms and placed them over her shoulders. He was held up and supported by 
his arms around her shoulders and his back pressed against the brick 
wall. Rusty leaned forward and whispered in his ear again. "I really get 
off on this. Especially when I can find a pigeon like you with a big, 
soft, belly. Watching my fists sink in it and disappear turns me on. We 
are going to have a contest, will I cum before you pass out. Are you 
ready to start?" Rusty brought her left fist up from below her knees in 
a vicious uppercut. Indeed it did seen to disappear deep in Jason's 
stomach. His feet were lifted off the ground. When he returned to the 
ground, she duplicated the same punch with her right fist. Once more his 
feet raised up off the ground. Jason could not believe the pain he was 
feeling. His body was one huge mass of pain. Still the redhead's brutal 
fists smashed into his vulnerable belly. His weak abdominal muscles had 
offered little resistance in the beginning, now those hard fists seem to 
go all the way to his spine without resistance. The shock overloaded his 
system. As her fist violated his belly for the eleventh time, he lost 
consciousness. 

One more ripping uppercut, and Rusty's orgasm exploded. Just then the 
tavern door opened again. She had already let Jason's unfeeling form 
slid to his knees. Rusty quickly dropped to her knees also, and as 
before planted a kiss on his lips. The man and woman leaving the tavern, 
saw only the two of them kneeling, locked in what seemed to be a very 
passionate kiss. "At they could have waited till they got to their car." 
said the woman. When they had gone, Rusty let Jason slide to the ground. 
She sat patiently by his body waiting for him to awaken. After several 
more minutes Jason began to stir. Blood had seeped from his mouth during 
his belly-battering and had run down his chin. He felt that and then the 
pain brought him fully awake. He thought he was alone for a split 
second. Then he head that chilling voice of his tormentor. "Welcome back 
to the land of the living. How are you feeling? Did the poor little girl 
hurt the big bad man?"  Wh-Why did you do this to me?" Jason mumbled. 
"Two reasons" she replied "You damaged my baby, and mostly just because 
I wanted to. The bad news for you, is that I am not through. Now it's 
time for your facial." Stark terror clutched Jason's heart. "Please 
don't beat me anymore, I'll do anything you say, just don't hit me. I 
hurt so bad" 

"I'm about to cum again just listening to you beg. You should have 
thought about the consequences before you started this by trashing my 
bike." With that she took hold of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. 
Rusty propped him up against the wall. She placed her fist lightly on 
his nose. "Time for another game" she said. "Where to start." With her 
fist still pressing his nose she said "Eeny". Her fist slid to rest just 
under his eye. "Meeny" she said. Her fist then gently touched his lips. 
"Mieny" Then the fist slid to touch the point of his chin. "Moe". Jason 
was afraid his heart would stop he was so terrified. "Moe it is" Rusty 
informed him. Jason started pleading again. He was cut off in mid-
sentence by a thundering punch crashing right on that point of his chin 
that Rusty had called Moe just seconds earlier. Jason's head jerked back 
from the impact. He would have fallen again had Rusty not grabbed his 
shirt and held him up. "Where to go next" Rusty said. 

"At the beginning. Eeny it is. Her iron hard fist smashed his nose,.and 
blood spurted all the way on to her tee shirt. Jason once more would 
have fallen, had Rusty not been holding him up. Rusty the sarcastically 
asked Jason, "Where do you think we should go next?" As he started to 
say something, Rusty drove her fist straight in to his mouth. She felt 
some of his upper front teeth cave in as her big, hard knuckles blasted 
through his lips. "God, I love this" Rusty could feel another orgasm 
starting to build. Next she hammered short, hooking punches to Jason's 
eyes. Both would have beautiful shiners for several days. Jason was 
hurting so bad he was almost beyond feeling. Rusty blasted his mouth 
with another straight, powerful blast. More teeth cracked. Several were 
just hanging by threads of tissue from his mouth. All at once she 
stopped the terrible beating. "Where is your car?" she demanded. Through 
the bloody stumps of his broken teeth, Jason managed to mumble "Third 
row. Blue Mercedes." Rusty reached in his pocket and got his keys. She 
lifted the 220 pound man in her muscle bulging arms like he was nothing 
and carried him to his car. She placed him on his feet and he leaned 
back on the car. 

Rusty put her lips right next to his ear and whispered. "If you say 
anything to the cops about me, I will beat you ever worse than this, and 
remember I have your phone number." She turned away from the pain racked 
man. Suddenly Rusty turned back and buried her fist into his yielding 
belly almost up to the elbow. Jason was paralyzed with shock and pain. 
Another blast lifted him off his feet and draped him over the hood of 
the car. "I have to knock you out, you know. Just try to take it like a 
man." Jason did not answer immediately. Rusty buried another brutal 
blast in his battered gut. He had internal injuries for sure, from the 
way her sledgehammer fist sank all the way in. Jason even in his 
delirious state, knew he could not take any more punishment there. Jason 
was blubbering and incoherently pleading for her to please stop. Rusty 
set him on his feet one more time. Holding him up with her left hand, 
she cocked her rock hard right fist for her last punch. 

"The hell with it." she snarled and whipped that terrible instrument of 
destruction around one more time. She pounded it one last time deep into 
that severely damaged stomach. Her big biceps expanded to unreal size 
with the effort. He was lifted high in the air as blood flew from his 
mouth. Jason's nervous system short-circuited. He collapsed to the 
ground beside his car, his legs going into spasms as all systems shut 
down. Rusty looked down at him, then looked at those pain dealing clubs 
that were her fists with his blood still dripping from both of them. She 
then got on her Harley and rode away into the night. The next day she 
saw an article in the newspaper that caught her eye. "Prominent 
Businessman Mugged and Beaten Almost to Death" read the lead article in 
the local section. "Jason Eldrege was found unconscious in the parking 
lot of a local tavern last night. Several patrons reported seeing him 
hugging and kissing with an attractive red haired woman in the alley 
leading to the parking lot earlier in the evening." "Mr. Eldrege 
required extensive surgery for internal injuries and reconstructive 
surgery on his face as well."" Mr. Eldrege managed to tell police 
officers he was attacked by three men wearing ski masks and beaten. 
After a long recuperative period he is expected to make a full 
recovery." "The identity and whereabouts of the attractive red haired 
woman remain unknown."