Rusty's Collection Service
By L Anonymous
Businessman is destroyed by sexy loan collector.

My name is Jack, Jack Richardson. I've been in the hospital now for 5 
days and I'm going to be here for quite a while longer. Yesterday the 
doctors switched my pain medication from morphine to Percodan. They 
were too afraid of the addiction potential to leave me on morphine. 
The Percodan doesn't relieve the pain, just makes it a little more 
bearable. I would have never believed that one person could feel so 
much pain. But when a neighbor found me, unconscious on the floor of 
my house. I had severe internal injuries including a ruptured spleen, 
broken facial bones, a broken nose, several missing teeth, and two 
broken ribs. 

The police officers who were assigned to investigate also came to see 
me yesterday. They asked me what had happened. I told them that two 
men had attacked me just as I unlocked my front door, and beaten me 
with baseball bats and robbed me. I had not gotten a good look at them 
as the officers could tell from my condition, so I could only give 
vague descriptions of the attackers. The police left, having accepted 
my story. As I drifted off again, I prayed that they never found out 
what had really happened. That is the story they would not have 
believed. That a woman, a beautiful one at that, could have done all 
of this damage using only her fists. But they were not just fists. 
They were big, hard instruments of destruction, powered by huge, hard 
muscles. She was Rusty Walters. Beautiful, sexy, vicious Rusty. I lay 
there in fear that if they found out she would do as she had 
threatened and come back to finish the job.

It all started when I needed money to make a payment to keep the bank 
from foreclosing on my business. I own a restaurant supply company. I 
needed ten thousand dollars to make the payment. I had twenty thousand 
due the next week from one of my biggest customers, but the bank would 
not give me an extension. I had already gotten several extensions from 
them in the past, but this time the bank officer was adamant, make the 
payment on time or they would close me down. That is when I made the 
biggest mistake of my life. Since the twenty thousand was coming in 
shortly, I borrowed the ten thousand from Vince Castellano. 

Vince could be best described as the biggest loan shark in the area, 
but he didn't operate the way you would envision a loan shark to do 
business. He had a plush suite of offices in a downtown office 
building, complete with secretary. He told me the money was due in two 
weeks with fifteen percent interest. The interest went up every day 
afterwards that the money was late. "You aren't going to be late with 
this are you Jack?" he asked me as he gave me the money. I assured him 
that I would not. 15% is a lot of interest, but it was the only way I 
could keep the business going. I made the payment to the bank on time, 
and thought everything would be fine. The next week I got a telephone 
call that turned everything upside down. The account that owed me the 
twenty thousand was filing for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection, and 
would not be making any payments to creditors until they had 
reorganized. I would get my money but it would be several months. I 
immediately called Jake. He said no problem, take an extra couple of 
weeks. After that he would expect to be paid. The two weeks passed and I 
had not been able to raise the money. Jake expressed his displeasure, 
but told me to get it as soon as I could. He was not used to being 
kept waiting. A month went by, and I still had not been able to pay 
him. He had not contacted me for a while demanding payment so I 
thought he had decided he would just have to wait until I could make 
payment. Then I met Rusty. 

I now know that she was orphaned, and raised in a series of foster 
homes. She had a history of violence even as a child. She had been a 
member of a biker gang until about a year ago, and was the most feared 
fighter in the gang man or woman. Now she works for Vince. I would 
never have thought that she was his enforcer. Now I would after what 
she did to me, but certainly not when I saw her for the first time. 

I was sitting at the bar in a place where I hang out a lot. When she 
walked in all heads turned. The first thing I noticed was her red hair 
and her movie star looks. She was tall and gorgeous. The sprinkle of 
freckles across the bridge of her nose was sexy. She was wearing jeans 
and a denim jacket over a tee shirt. The blue of the jacket picked up 
the blue of her eyes. It wasn't until she was standing at the bar that 
I realized how big she was. Not fat, just a big, sexy beautiful woman. 
Unfortunately, I thought at the time, I had to leave about the time 
she got there. She smiled at me and I almost fell off the barstool. I 
really hoped that she would be there the next night. I wore a good 
suit to work, and couldn't wait for the day to end. Sure enough, about 
eight o'clock she came walking in. She was dressed very similarly to 
the way she had dressed the night before. 

She sat down next to me and said, "Would you buy a girl a drink, 
honey?" Even though I had rehearsed this all day I still stumbled over 
the words. She proved easy to talk to, and after about three drinks, 
she leaned over and gave me a long, lingering kiss. "I like you, 
cutie. Do you have somewhere we can go that is a little more private?" 
she whispered in my ear. 

"MMMMMy PPPPlace," I managed to get out. "Give me your address, I'll 
meet you there," she said. I wrote my address down on a cocktail 
napkin and gave it to her. "I'll see you there in half an hour," she 
half whispered in her throaty voice. I rushed to my car and raced 
home. I found a good bottle of red wine, and put music on the stereo. 
There was a knock on the door. She was right on time. When I opened 
the door, she greeted me with another long kiss, this time her tongue 
forced its way into my mouth, and her hand, reached down and lightly 
caressed by rapidly growing penis. 

"Let's not rush things," she said. "We have all night. You don't have 
anything else to do tonight, do you? Is anyone expecting you?" At the 
time I didn't understand the significance of her questions but I 
answered no to them anxiously. "You get us something to drink, and 
I'll get comfortable." I went to the kitchen to pour the wine. When I 
returned to the living room, She had removed her denim jacket. When I 
saw her body I was amazed at how muscular it was. "Do women with 
muscles turn you off?" she asked with a smile on her face. "I think 
they make us more sexy." With that she playfully flexed her right 
bicep. A softball sized hump of muscle sprang to life. "Feel it," she 
almost commanded. I did and it was not only huge, it was hard as iron. 
"I guess it is not a turn off for you after all," she commented 
looking at my crotch where my erection had started to grow from her 
first flex. She picked up her wine glass and took a sip. "Why don't we 
go to the bedroom and have some fun."

Thinking back, I should have known that there had to be something 
wrong. Women like Rusty just don't pick up men like me. I was probably 
fifteen years older than her, the same height, but overweight and out 
of shape. At that time my dick was thinking for me, so I didn't see 
the reality. 

In the bedroom she slowly removed her clothes. I just sat and marveled 
at her. That exquisite face topped a mind-blowing body. Her breasts 
were not excessively large, but stuck out from her muscled chest. Her 
shoulders were melons of muscle. I could see every single indentation 
in the musculature of her waist. Her legs were large but beautifully 
formed. Muscles leaped from her thighs when she moved. She was one of 
those few women whose bodies actually looked better without clothes. 
She then started to undress me, all the while nibbling on my ears. I 
almost came early when she stuck her tongue in my ear. Finally we were 
both naked. I started to roll her over on her back when she growled "I 
want to be on top. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy the ride." 
She then inserted my throbbing penis into her moist channel. She 
started to move. 

Slowly she increased the speed on her movement. Her vaginal muscles 
clutched my penis like a glove. I had never experienced such 
sensations in my life. I had to fight to hold on until she yelled 
"NOW!" Then I had the most explosive organism I had ever experienced, 
as we both erupted at the same time. "I hope you enjoyed that" Rusty 
said  as we lay there on the bed. We were both exhausted, or so I 
thought. 

She got up and went into the bathroom. When she came out, she said "Go 
in there and clean yourself up. I have something else in mind for the 
rest of the night" I rushed in to do exactly that. When I came out  I 
sat on the edge of the bed. I saw that she had gone to the kitchen and 
gotten the wine bottle, but only one glass. "I promise you that you 
won't need this, but I will. Here, put your tee shirt on," she tossed 
the shirt to me. "Let's go in the living room. We need a lot more room 
for what is coming next." While she was saying this she had been 
pulling me off the bed and took my hand in hers and led me toward the 
living room. As we walked I wondered what the hell she was talking 
about. However after what I had just experienced I would follow her 
anywhere. I was also again surprised by her beauty and size. Her hand 
was larger than mine, Her shoulders, legs and especially her arms were 
larger. She had large hard slabs of muscle everywhere.  I was even 
about an inch shorter than her. 

Then we reached the living room. I noticed that when she had gone to 
get the wine bottle, she had also moved some of the furniture. It was 
all pushed to one side against a wall. I asked her why she had done 
that. "We need a lot of room for what we are going to do next, and 
besides I don't want to get blood all over your nice furniture." she 
replied. Now I was really puzzled by what she was getting at but 
excited at the same time. My dick began to get hard and swell at the 
thought of having her again on the living room floor She glided over 
to a bookcase and moved two crystal vases. "We can't have anything 
happening to these." She placed them in the kitchen. 

That big, hard body moved back to where I was standing. "It's time for 
the next phase in our relationship. Are you ready to begin?" A smile 
was playing across her face. She was standing there facing me in the 
middle of the room. Rusty was still stark naked, and I was wearing 
just the tee shirt that she had insisted that I put on. Thinking about 
the incredible bedroom action, I enthusiastically said "Yes."  

She looked deep into my eyes and said "There are a few things I need 
to tell you before we start. I want you to listen closely so you will 
understand exactly what is happening. What you just received  was what 
I call a mercy fuck. That means I feel sorry for you because when I am 
finished with you tonight you won't be able to do that again for a 
long, long time. As you can tell I really like to have sex. However, 
do you know what I like to do even more than I like to fuck? You would 
never guess. I like to fight." I thought I misunderstood her. I 
started to ask her "You said you like to do what?" 

"Here let me show you instead" she purred in her sexiest voice. 

Suddenly I was paralyzed with pain. As she had finished talking she 
buried her big right fist deep in my stomach. I never saw or 
anticipated the punch. Now I couldn't do anything as all the air was 
expelled from my lungs. I doubled over and wanted to lie down. "Vince 
is very unhappy with you," she said. The pain was starting to subside 
some as she pushed me erect, "he wants his money now!" I was slowly 
recovering. "You alright? " she said in a concerned voice. 

"YYYes, I managed to squeak out."  

"Good! That means you are ready to continue. I wouldn't want you to 
pass out this soon," she said, "that would take all of my fun away." 
With that she powered that hard fist viciously into my belly again. 
This time I felt like it had gone all the way through me. I was bug 
eyed and my feet lifted in to the air from the power of that blow. She 
didn't let me collapse to the floor like I wanted to. She caught me 
with both arms in my armpits as I fell on her chest. "I told you I 
like to fight even more than I like to fuck. And I like beating soft 
little wimps like you to a pulp even better. Tonight I get to do two 
out of three of my favorite things. I am going to hurt you like you 
never imagined possible. You are going to beg me to stop beating you 
but I won't. You will have nightmares about me and my fists and what I 
am going to do to you for the rest of your life." 

She had straightened me up again while she was talking. The pain in my 
gut was debilitating, but I was not going to let her get away with 
this without trying to defend myself. I threw a punch at her face. It 
landed on her strong jaw and snapped her head around to the side. She 
just smiled at me and licked at the small trickle of blood that was 
running out of the side of her mouth with her tongue. "I like it when 
you try to fight back." I fired another punch at her head. She blocked 
it with her left arm then she wound up and for a third time ripped 
that brutal fist plunging it far into my soft gut. Indescribable pain 
gripped me. This time she let me slide to the floor. I thought I would 
pass out. I was gagging and fighting for breath. I curled up in a ball 
with my hands clawing at my stomach trying to relieve the terrible 
pain. 

She calmly walked across the room and poured herself another glass of 
wine. "Cabernet is one of my favorites, thank you very much for being 
so thoughtful" she said as she took a sip. She put down the glass and 
slowly approached me. Her magnificent, muscular body now looked much 
more menacing than it had earlier in bed. Her hand locked in my hair 
and jerked me to my feet in one motion. I was paralyzed with fear. Her 
left fist crashed into my ribs. I felt like I had been hit with a 
baseball bat. I stumbled four or five feet to my left. She caught up 
to me. She put her hand on my ribs. "Nothing broken yet" she said. She 
drilled another punch to exactly the same place. I could feel the ribs 
start to go. As I tilted to my right favoring the injured ribs she 
blasted another powerhouse right wrist deep in the center of my belly. 
I couldn't take anymore as I started  to pass out she ripped that ball 
bat of a left fist to my ribcage. I thought I was beyond feeling, but 
a new wave of nausea and pain hit and the ribs definitely broke. I 
don't remember even hitting the floor. I don't know how long I was 
out, but as I slowly woke up waves of nausea struck again. Rusty was 
sitting on the sofa sipping the wine. 

"I'm glad you didn't pay Vince. If you had I wouldn't get the chance 
to do this." She reached down with both hands and grasped my tee shirt 
to pull me to my feet. "This is why I wanted you to put on the shirt. 
I needed something to hold on to."  As she had predicted, I started to 
beg for her not to beat me any more. She just smiled at me again. 
Rusty seemed to smile a lot. Her sledgehammer right fist penetrated 
deep into my tortured stomach again. This time as I started to fold 
around that impaling fist. Her left smashed into my nose. As I started 
to fall to the carpet, she caught me. Then she wrapped her left hand 
in my shirt. Her right slammed directly into my mouth. I felt some 
teeth loosen, and my upper lip was split open. I was crying now. I 
hurt so bad I could not even beg any more. She crashed her big fist to 
my nose again and this time blood started pouring out. Her right fist 
came from way back behind her and smashed into my mouth again. I could 
feel my teeth buckle under her iron hard knuckles. Then she crushed my 
nose one more time with a vicious overhand right and when it hit the 
sound of the snapping cartilage filled my ears. 

All that kept me from being on the floor again was her strong hand 
wrapped in my shirt. Her bicep bulged obscenely as it totally 
supported all of my weight. She held that big fist up in front of my 
eyes and said. "I hope you are ready for more because here it comes." 
She drew back that fist and sent it blasting to my face, just below my 
eye. I could feel the cheekbone disintegrate from that bone-crunching 
blast.  I was in pure agony. White hot shards of pain shot through my 
face from the shattered cheekbone. The human body has a great 
tolerance for pain but when it reaches its limit as a defense 
mechanism everything goes numb and you can't feel the pain any more. I 
reached that state just before I passed out again. Rusty realized I 
was quickly becoming  unconscious so she held back the fist she was 
about to deliver to my smashed in face and dropped me to the floor. 

I woke up with water splashing in my face. She said that she had been 
enjoying my taste in wine while she waited for me to wake up again, 
and that she had noticed that almost thirty minutes had gone by and I 
still had not moved. She had gone to the kitchen, got a pitcher of 
water and dumped it in my face. I started sputtering as I came around. 
The water had flushed a pool of blood off my face onto the carpet. My 
tee shirt was covered with blood. It was running from my mouth and my 
nose like fountains. I tried to crawl away from this destructive, 
frightening amazon, but I could barely move. She pulled me to my feet 
and put her lips right against my ear. 

"Nod your head if you can hear me." she whispered. Through the 
suffering I forced my head to move slightly up and down. "Good. Now 
listen. You have two weeks after you get out of the hospital to pay 
Vince in full. If you don't I will have to pay you another visit. If 
you tell anyone who did this to you I will come back and finish the 
job. Do you understand? Nod if you do."

Again I managed to get my aching head to move. "I'm glad we understand 
each other" she said.

"Now I need you for something else." she said. She released me and I 
fell to the floor. "I need to use your face. Punching out weaklings 
like you always makes me hot." I looked up and saw her dripping wet 
pussy descending on my face. I gagged as she covered my battered mouth 
and nose and started to ride me. As her climax neared her gyrations 
got wilder and wilder. I wasn't sure I was going to live through it as 
her intense orgasm hit. When she had finished Rusty got up and poured 
herself another glass of wine. I continued to lay there moaning, 
almost unconscious again. She finished the wine and helped me to my 
feet. "Do you remember everything I said?" she asked. I nodded my head 
hopeful that this meant the ordeal was over. She went into the bedroom 
to get her clothes. She brought them back into the living room and 
placed them on the sofa. She then put the furniture back in its 
original position.  While she was doing all this, I was fighting the 
pain and the nausea and trying to keep from passing out again. She 
started to dress, then she paused like she was thinking about 
something. She walked back over to me. "Can you use the phone?" she 
asked.

"I-I-I think so," I stuttered through the misery I was in. I barely 
could mumble an answer through my ballooned lips and broken teeth. "I 
was afraid of that," Rusty said. Before I could comprehend what she 
had said, she drove that brutal right fist viciously into my severely 
damaged midsection again. Blood and bile sprayed out of my mouth. her 
left crashed straight into my open mouth and more of my teeth totally 
gave way to that hammer of a fist. 

"I love this so much I never want to stop, I could go on all night," 
she was actually smiling again. To punctuate her comments that 
punishing fist disappeared deep into my stomach I thought I could 
feel it smashing my internal organs. I went numb all over again. The 
last thing I remember seeing was her loading up that huge right fist 
one more time. It landed with a pulverizing smash on my jaw. I felt 
something give as that missile exploded on target, then I felt 
nothing. I woke up here in the hospital with doctors buzzing all 
around. The fear that Rusty might come back made me give that story to 
the police. 

The nurse came into my room. She was not one of the usual nurses that 
had been taking care of me but there was something familiar about her. 
Then I saw the red hair under the nurses cap. My heart froze in 
terror. "Hello, Jack. I just wanted to see how you were feeling. I 
always like to check up on my clients." Rusty walked over to the bed 
dressed in a nurses uniform. It had short sleeves, and she slowly 
pushed them up to expose her mountainous biceps. She balled her big 
right hand into a hard fist and held it right under what was left of 
my nose. (I was scheduled for extensive reconstructive surgery on my 
face.) "I know you remember this," she said and smiled at me. "Don't 
make me have to use it on you again, because I really want to. I 
almost cum just thinking about it. Keep what really happened just 
between us and you won't have to feel it tearing you to shreds again. 
Actually I think I took it easy on you because I like you. I'll be 
seeing you. Take care." 

With that she pulled her fist back, flexed her biceps, smiled at me 
again, pushed down her sleeves, and left. I realized that I had almost 
stopped breathing I was so scared during her visit. I knew what I was 
going to do the day I got out of the hospital. I was going to pay 
Vince every penny I owed him even if I had to sell my business, my 
house, or everything else that I owned. I would do anything to keep 
Rusty from carrying out her promise to pay me a return visit. Then I 
saw the local newspaper. I'm sure she must have laughed when she saw 
this story in the local section of the paper.

"Local businessman attacked in his own home. Jack Richardson, owner of 
Richardson Supply Co. was found unconscious in his home. He was 
finally able to tell police investigators that he was attacked by two 
men who jumped him as he unlocked the front door to his house and beat 
him with baseball bats. The doctors said he suffered numerous internal 
injuries including a ruptured spleen, and many facial bones were 
broken, and teeth knocked out. These injuries were consistent with 
being beaten with baseball bats. Mr. Richardson underwent emergency 
surgery for the internal injuries and is scheduled for extensive 
reconstructive surgery on his face as soon as he is strong enough.  He 
could give no reason for the attack. There is one possible witness, 
but so far the investigating officers have not been able to locate 
her. Mr. Richardson was seen with leaving a local restaurant with a 
very attractive red haired woman a few hours before the attack. The 
police hope if they can find this woman she might be able to shed some 
light on what happened. They are hopeful that she will see this 
article and come forward."