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Mark was surrounded. He wasn't a small man. He was 6 foot, 210 and felt like the luckiest guy in the world when he met his girlfriend, Mindy. They'd been dating for 4 months. She was a gorgeous blonde who fit her 5'2" frame with 108 pounds of feminine curves so wonderfully that he had no idea what she saw in him. Like every other woman, she had her pick of the guys, but like every other woman, she did have to pick. Maybe this was "just for now", but she'd picked him and he was going to enjoy it as long as it lasted. Hopefully that would be a very long time indeed!
She was supposed to meet him here by the seaside, though, and he didn't know why she was late. It's tough to tell with girls. They're often getting pulled away to help with things that men either can't do or just want women to help them with so they can be near a pretty girl for a moment. Male neediness Mindy calls it. Mark has read about it way too often in the magazines.
Regardless, Mark was surrounded. He wasn't a small man, but these guys were huge. Just looking at them he'd guess they were about 6'6" on average and the smallest was 330. Big. They'd taken a shine to Mark almost as soon as they noticed him alone on the sidewalk. He'd looked for a way out, but short of running away from all three of them at once, he didn't see how he could. He figured his best bet was to stay out in the open and make them make their move where other people could see them. That didn't turn out to be such a great plan.
"Okay, little boy, cough it up," the biggest one and clearly the leader said.
"Excuse me?" Mark replied his eyes wide and body starting to tremble.
"Don't play games, punk," he said, "Get your wallet out. It's around your neck. Make this easy and you don't get hurt."
"Oh. This?" Mark held out his waterproof case hanging from his neck. The mugger slugged him in the stomach. Mark doubled over in pain and almost retched from the blow.
"I said, 'Don't play games, punk'. Perhaps you don't hear so good." He reached out and pulled the cord over Mark's head while the man clutched his battered midsection.
Just then the mugger felt a tap on his shoulder and a hard, feminine voice said, "Perhaps you'd like to try that with me."
The three brutes turned around. Standing confidently in front of them was Mindy in her pink camisole bikini and pink high heels. She had her hands on her hips and she was not amused.
"Go ahead," she said. "Give it your best shot, Bruiser. I'll give this one to you for free. You like hitting defenseless men in the stomach. Go ahead and try hitting a woman this time. Of course, you might as well try it because you've just hit her boyfriend. She's going to hit you and your entire gang whether you take the shot or not."
Bruiser looked to the left and to the right. Their easy mark had just become a lot more complicated with this pretty new arrival. They were ready to cut and run. They did have the wallet, after all. But she did offer that free shot. And girls aren't that tough, right?
Bruiser wound up for the hardest punch he ever threw in his life. He put all of his 6'8" and 350 pounds of mass into the blow. He tried to time it for the moment that she'd be least expecting the shot. He'd never hit a girl before. He'd fought tons and tons of guys, but girls had always been a completely different order of magnitude. There was just no point. They were too strong. But he'd always wondered where he stacked up. Now he'd find out. He wasn't going to waste his chance by dogging on the punch and forever wonder if he should have tried to hit her harder. This might be his only opportunity.
He knew it was a colossal mistake at the moment of impact. The pain was immediate and intense. He was sure that he'd broken at least several bones in his hand. He was hoping that he could get her to double over in pain. Failing that, maybe she would lean over and clutch her gut from the pounding. Instead, he hadn't seen her move at all. He'd seen trees move more by gentle breezes than what his haymaker just did to this maiden's torso.
Bruiser screamed out in pain as he cradled his hand that now needed severe medical attention. Mindy stood stock still like a mighty oak tree as the huge man's fist crashed into the toned armor of her shapely torso with all of the effect of a puff of air. Mark's wallet case fell from Bruiser's limp hands to the ground. The other two muggers looked at each other and ran!
"Watch Bruiser, Mark," Mindy said as she took off after the other two. They launched themselves in separate directions. They were not rookies at this operation. Even if she chased after one of them, she couldn't catch both of them. Could she?
She could certainly catch the first. He was running as fast as he could run. She was running as fast as she could run. It was not a contest and he knew it. He tried to zig-zag, duck behind walls, throw things in her way, but it was no use. She was in a hurry since every second was a second that his gang member was actually getting away. Mindy poured on the speed and caught his arm. With a sideways pull and just a little bit of girl power his arm snapped. He cried out in pain and stopped running away from his beautiful pursuer. She grabbed him under one arm and raced back towards Mark, who was having problems with the now one handed Bruiser.
Mark and Bruiser were facing off with Bruiser protecting his ruined hand but threatening jabs with his left and Mark looking more than a little bewildered. Mindy raced by, dropped her cargo, picked up Bruiser by the gut and chest and slammed him to the ground knocking him out, and continued on in a blur. "Take care of them!" she called over her shoulder to Mark as she raced past.
Mindy was fast, but her quarry had a tremendous head start. She looked closely for any leads and she ran as fast as she could across the beach. She found what she thought was the trail and followed it! Within a minute, she'd spotted the last mugger ducking behind a pier, clearly panting for breath. She slowed her pursuit. The hard part was over. He was caught. He just didn't know it yet.
She stalked her muscular prey enjoying the process. It's not often that she got this kind of exercise. Men just don't fight women like this very often. His big massive muscles are no match for her graceful, gorgeous curves. So this is kind of fun! She swayed her hips in an exaggerated manner as she neared the frightened muscleman.
He had one more trick up his sleeve - a knife. He launched himself at the pretty little girl with his weapon with the desperation born of lack of options. She disarmed him with the contemptuous ease of the confidence born of overwhelming strength and speed. And then broke his ribs with a kidney strike born of being a little angry that he'd pull a knife on her. She wasn't invulnerable, after all.
When she got back, Mark was once again trying to keep the two muggers down only somewhat successfully. When Mindy arrived with their compatriot slung over her shoulder, she gave them a stern look. They stopped giving Mark a hard time and just slumped into a pile. Mindy dropped the last of them onto the stack o muggers. Exhausted, Mark sat down at her feet.
"It's a good thing you got here when you did," Mark said looking up at Mindy, admiring his lovely heroine.
Mindy flexed her right arm and placed her pink heel on Bruiser. "It's a good thing that I fight like a girl." she replied.
"That too" he agreed.
She was supposed to meet him here by the seaside, though, and he didn't know why she was late. It's tough to tell with girls. They're often getting pulled away to help with things that men either can't do or just want women to help them with so they can be near a pretty girl for a moment. Male neediness Mindy calls it. Mark has read about it way too often in the magazines.
Regardless, Mark was surrounded. He wasn't a small man, but these guys were huge. Just looking at them he'd guess they were about 6'6" on average and the smallest was 330. Big. They'd taken a shine to Mark almost as soon as they noticed him alone on the sidewalk. He'd looked for a way out, but short of running away from all three of them at once, he didn't see how he could. He figured his best bet was to stay out in the open and make them make their move where other people could see them. That didn't turn out to be such a great plan.
"Okay, little boy, cough it up," the biggest one and clearly the leader said.
"Excuse me?" Mark replied his eyes wide and body starting to tremble.
"Don't play games, punk," he said, "Get your wallet out. It's around your neck. Make this easy and you don't get hurt."
"Oh. This?" Mark held out his waterproof case hanging from his neck. The mugger slugged him in the stomach. Mark doubled over in pain and almost retched from the blow.
"I said, 'Don't play games, punk'. Perhaps you don't hear so good." He reached out and pulled the cord over Mark's head while the man clutched his battered midsection.
Just then the mugger felt a tap on his shoulder and a hard, feminine voice said, "Perhaps you'd like to try that with me."
The three brutes turned around. Standing confidently in front of them was Mindy in her pink camisole bikini and pink high heels. She had her hands on her hips and she was not amused.
"Go ahead," she said. "Give it your best shot, Bruiser. I'll give this one to you for free. You like hitting defenseless men in the stomach. Go ahead and try hitting a woman this time. Of course, you might as well try it because you've just hit her boyfriend. She's going to hit you and your entire gang whether you take the shot or not."
Bruiser looked to the left and to the right. Their easy mark had just become a lot more complicated with this pretty new arrival. They were ready to cut and run. They did have the wallet, after all. But she did offer that free shot. And girls aren't that tough, right?
Bruiser wound up for the hardest punch he ever threw in his life. He put all of his 6'8" and 350 pounds of mass into the blow. He tried to time it for the moment that she'd be least expecting the shot. He'd never hit a girl before. He'd fought tons and tons of guys, but girls had always been a completely different order of magnitude. There was just no point. They were too strong. But he'd always wondered where he stacked up. Now he'd find out. He wasn't going to waste his chance by dogging on the punch and forever wonder if he should have tried to hit her harder. This might be his only opportunity.
He knew it was a colossal mistake at the moment of impact. The pain was immediate and intense. He was sure that he'd broken at least several bones in his hand. He was hoping that he could get her to double over in pain. Failing that, maybe she would lean over and clutch her gut from the pounding. Instead, he hadn't seen her move at all. He'd seen trees move more by gentle breezes than what his haymaker just did to this maiden's torso.
Bruiser screamed out in pain as he cradled his hand that now needed severe medical attention. Mindy stood stock still like a mighty oak tree as the huge man's fist crashed into the toned armor of her shapely torso with all of the effect of a puff of air. Mark's wallet case fell from Bruiser's limp hands to the ground. The other two muggers looked at each other and ran!
"Watch Bruiser, Mark," Mindy said as she took off after the other two. They launched themselves in separate directions. They were not rookies at this operation. Even if she chased after one of them, she couldn't catch both of them. Could she?
She could certainly catch the first. He was running as fast as he could run. She was running as fast as she could run. It was not a contest and he knew it. He tried to zig-zag, duck behind walls, throw things in her way, but it was no use. She was in a hurry since every second was a second that his gang member was actually getting away. Mindy poured on the speed and caught his arm. With a sideways pull and just a little bit of girl power his arm snapped. He cried out in pain and stopped running away from his beautiful pursuer. She grabbed him under one arm and raced back towards Mark, who was having problems with the now one handed Bruiser.
Mark and Bruiser were facing off with Bruiser protecting his ruined hand but threatening jabs with his left and Mark looking more than a little bewildered. Mindy raced by, dropped her cargo, picked up Bruiser by the gut and chest and slammed him to the ground knocking him out, and continued on in a blur. "Take care of them!" she called over her shoulder to Mark as she raced past.
Mindy was fast, but her quarry had a tremendous head start. She looked closely for any leads and she ran as fast as she could across the beach. She found what she thought was the trail and followed it! Within a minute, she'd spotted the last mugger ducking behind a pier, clearly panting for breath. She slowed her pursuit. The hard part was over. He was caught. He just didn't know it yet.
She stalked her muscular prey enjoying the process. It's not often that she got this kind of exercise. Men just don't fight women like this very often. His big massive muscles are no match for her graceful, gorgeous curves. So this is kind of fun! She swayed her hips in an exaggerated manner as she neared the frightened muscleman.
He had one more trick up his sleeve - a knife. He launched himself at the pretty little girl with his weapon with the desperation born of lack of options. She disarmed him with the contemptuous ease of the confidence born of overwhelming strength and speed. And then broke his ribs with a kidney strike born of being a little angry that he'd pull a knife on her. She wasn't invulnerable, after all.
When she got back, Mark was once again trying to keep the two muggers down only somewhat successfully. When Mindy arrived with their compatriot slung over her shoulder, she gave them a stern look. They stopped giving Mark a hard time and just slumped into a pile. Mindy dropped the last of them onto the stack o muggers. Exhausted, Mark sat down at her feet.
"It's a good thing you got here when you did," Mark said looking up at Mindy, admiring his lovely heroine.
Mindy flexed her right arm and placed her pink heel on Bruiser. "It's a good thing that I fight like a girl." she replied.
"That too" he agreed.
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Another awesome pic dude, and a great story to go with it! I only wish that I lived in this World, where a super strong woman was around every corner! Even if some of them may be evil, the chances of a guy my size (I weigh 310 pounds) would be 100%!