The tavern
By musclevixen
She gets a sexual thrill from beating up men



	I knew it was going to happen...I TOLD you it was gonna happen.  Like a 
vampire in search of dinner, there were too many signs to ignore:  the 
involuntary clenching of the gut when I spied a victim; the seemingly accidental 
act of forgetting to shave my private parts for a few days.  Yes, all the signs 
were there, alright.  And I was ready...it had been soooo long since I lashed 
out.
	I pulled on my favorite hunting gear: a blood red, ribbed and cutoff 
poorboy jersey, black frayed denim cutoffs, and black slingback pumps with four 
inch heels.  My long blonde hair framed my face and teased my powerful shoulders 
as it fell against the red of my top, the top itself designed to mold my high, 
firm breasts, showing them to the best advantage.  The shorts and heels showed 
of my well toned and tanned legs, well muscled from all the nude dancing and 
lifting I do.  Carefully, I applied my makeup, lining my eyes, deep red 
lipstick, matching my nails.  I was ready to prowl.
	At times like this, I go to the trashiest biker bars I can find, way out 
of town on dirt roads, mostly.  The assholes that go to those places are perfect 
for my needs: totally macho jerks with badass attitudes.  They seem to think, 
fuck with me, bitch, and die.  I do love to take them down.	
	As I entered the bar, every eye fell on me, as usual.  I can't blame the 
assholes, really; I do look especially slutty when I go trolling like that.  
Within a minute, I had sized up the crowd.  A few women, looking for kicks, 
maybe; one guy trying to live life on the edge (he'd have been more at home in 
some yuppie club, sipping martinis); an assortment of mostly unshaved, 
overweight bikers and their "ladies", and me.  Even some of the women at the bar 
gazed at me longingly.
	Coolly studying the grungy bikers, I set my sights on the night's victim.  
Greasy hair, tattooed arms, beer belly.  He was wearing a muscle shirt (why??), 
jeans and boots.  All in all the worst example of maleness in the joint.  He was 
about to think his lucky night had come.  I strolled over to the pool table 
where he had stopped shooting to watch me.  I laid a five on the edge of the 
table and said "when you're done there, wanna take me on?"  When he almost 
drooled, I knew he was mine.
	He racked the balls and broke, sinking nothing.  I purposely missed my 
first shot.  As he lined up his move, I caressed his thick, hairy bicep with my 
palm.  "Wanna make it interesting," I asked. "Whaddaya mean?" "If you win, you 
can have me for the night.  If I win, you can have me for the night."  He leered 
and allowed as how he thought was a great bet.  He sank the next shot. As he was 
studying the table, I kept rubbing up against him, smiling at him, licking my 
lips.  As he made his shot, I ran my hand over his flabby butt, purring 
seductively.  He missed! I took the cue and while walking around the table, I 
accidentally let it slide between his legs.  I sawed it back and forth, gently, 
rubbing his cock with the hard wood.  I could feel the vibration in the cue 
stick as his pathetic dick twitched against the shaft.  Without batting an eye, 
I proceeded to run the table on the jerk.  As I sank the eight ball, a couple of 
the straight women at bar clapped softly.  I smiled sweetly up at him, and said, 
"That was fun, sweetie.  Gotta run. Seeya."  I drained my longneck and headed 
for the back door.
	"Wait up bitch, you can't leave like that."
	"Why not?"
	"You owe me and I'm gonna collect."
	"Don't think so, lover."  And with that, I was out the door.
	He followed; they always do.  That's what makes this so much fun.  I was 
slowly walking across the dirt parking lot toward the far corner.  Fortunately, 
there was a car there, and I guess he figured it was mine.  He caught up with, 
grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
	"Lissen, bitch, your ass is mine and I'm gonna have it.  Only question is 
where?"

	He grabbed my wrist, turning my hand and pulling it against his crotch. 
"Feel this, baby," he said.  "YOU did this to me and now I'm gonna fuck you with 
it."  
	It was showtime!.  "Ooooooh," I purred.  "It's so big...and so HARD."  And 
it was---well, hard, anyway.  It was typically small, like most of those redneck 
assholes. Pretending I was scared of him, I begged him not to hurt me, telling 
him I'd do whatever he wanted.
	As I said that, I was rubbing his cock with my palm.  "Ya like that, 
lover?", I asked.  "Let's see how you like THIS!"  With absolutely no warning I 
curled my hand into a claw and grabbed his balls, twisting them through the 
denim.  His screams were heaven to my ears.  I let go of him as he doubled over 
in pain (little did he know it was just beginning), and lifted my right leg, 
slamming my knee into his forehead.  I could hear a snap in his neck area 
somewhere, so I knew I'd gotten him good.
	I pushed him down to the ground and backed a few steps away.  I grabbed 
the hem of my poorboy and lifted it over my tits.  Cupping them in both hands, 
making them look even bigger than they are, I asked him "Are these what you 
want, baby?  Ya wanna feel my tits wrapped around your cock, huh, is that it 
lover?  Well come on, big man, don't let a little woman like me stop ya....come 
and get 'em."
	He rose up off the ground with a roar and charged me.  He swung a right at 
my head and I neatly ducked out of its way.  As his left hand came around, I 
grabbed his fist in mid-air and twisted it, like I had his balls earlier.  I 
yanked his arm behind him and shoved my knee into the small of his back.  I 
lifted his arm up over his head, till I heard his shoulder dislocate.  GOD, I 
love that sound.  I was getting wet and I knew I'd be cumming before I was done 
with this creep.  
	As he fell, I kicked his ass into the dirt.  I climbed on his back and 
grabbed his hair.  I pulled his neck back then slammed his face into the ground.  
I think I broke his nose.  I KNOW he was bleeding.
	"Had enough, tough guy?  Or you want some more?"  
	He cried that no woman could treat him like this and get away with it.  I 
was laughing as I grabbed him and lifted him to his feet.  I held him in front 
of me with one claw wrapped around his neck and began to work on his gut.  I 
have very hard fists, and I like to use them.  My goal here was to cause as much 
internal damage as I could.  I slammed my fist into his kidney area, hard.  The 
tremor that coursed up my arm was so satisfying...and I was getting so wet. One.  
Two. Three. Four. Five.  Pounding his kidney as hard as I could.  Then it was 
time for his flabby gut.   I've found that men with fat bellies hurt more when I 
work them over.  I love it.
	Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.  With the last two, I twisted my fist at the 
point of contact, trying to cause even more pain.  Having softened him up a 
little, I wrapped my arms around his torso and grabbed my wrists.  Tightening 
them, I started working on his ribcage.  You have no idea how hot I get hearing 
these assholes cry out in agony.  Even better is hearing them beg for mercy, 
while in a state of shock that a mere woman is abusing them like I do.  But, the 
absolute best, is hearing ribs crack.  Except for being with another hot woman, 
nothing gets me going faster than that. 
	I snapped him against me, hard.  One.  I lowered my hold on him a couple 
of inches, and snapped again.  Two.  Then a third time.  Unfortunately, he 
passed out before I could do more.  It's just not the same, when they are out of 
it and can't feel the full pain I can cause..
	I let him drop to the ground, broken, battered and bloody.  I slipped off 
my shoes, and shoved my cutoffs down my legs. I stepped out of them and leaned 
over to grab his hair.  This is my final touch.  I yanked his head into my 
crotch and began to rub my pussy all over his face.  The stubble from not 
shaving for several days always does a number on their face, if they don't have 
a beard, and he didn't.  I ground his face against me as hard as I could.  This 
did two things: one, it tore his skin to ribbons; two, it covered him with my 
scent, so when he came to, he'd remember that it was "just" a woman who had done 
this to him.
	I brushed myself off, and pulled my shorts back on.  As I stepped into my 
shoes, I hear a rustle behind me.  "Who's there?," I called out.  A woman 
stepped out of the shadows.  She was very slender, but she had the biggest 
breasts I'd ever seen.  Her hair was jet black, and her skin was so white I knew 
she'd never seen sunlight.  
	"What do you want?. I growled at her.
	"You," she said simply.
	"Me?"
	"Yes.  I was watching what you did to Jerry.  He is such a jerk. and he 
had that coming.  At one time or another, he has hit on all of us women who come 
here.  Two of us, he raped."
	That made what I had just done all the more satisfying. My only regret was 
that I didn't break even more bones then I did.
	"How long were you here?"
	"Since the beginning.  I was sitting at the bar watching you tease him. I 
couldn't believe someone who looks like you could possibly be interested in him, 
so I was curious what you were up to.  When he followed you outside, I crept out 
afterwards to be sure you'd be okay.  Little did I know."
	She walked over to me, took my hands in hers, and kissed me---hard. "I'd 
really like to thank you for what you did to him  Come home with me?"
	I was going to suggest my favorite celebration: taking each other right 
there on top of his broken body, but she was so slender that I knew the ground, 
or for that matter, his lumpy body, would offer her no comfort.
	"Sure, lover, let's go to your place.  I'm all charged up and I need to 
let off some steam, and you are just what the doctor ordered."