Cornfed, and Country Bred.
by The TKO Kidd desio@adelphia.net
a young 17 year old cornfed country bred girl badly beats up two boys.


Cornfed, and Country Bred.

Theresa was somewhat of a tall girl for her young age of seventeen with her
standing five foot ten, and a half inches tall, and weighing 147 pounds.
Theresa was not only tall, but was built thick, and solid, with her being a
big boned gal. Theresa was husky in her body size, and thick with muscle
tissue that packed her large bones. Soft, smooth, and solid, and with her corn
fed looks gave Theresa that sure appearance of a strong farm girl. Well
Theresa was born, and raised in Tennessee on a farm and was put to work there
by her stepfather. Theresa's stepfather wasn't one to favor a stepdaughter of
his, even over three hardworking boys of his own, but pushed Theresa to do the
work that his boys could do, and then some. After Theresa's mother had passed
on shortly after he had married her she was left to her stepfather, and three
stepbrothers, and basically to her stepfather's house of rules.

After Theresa's mother remarried the handsome Tennessee man when Theresa was
just twelve years old, and passing away shortly thereafter, Theresa saw
several years of solid farm work. that entailed bailing hay, feeding the
animals at the crack of dawn, milking cows, feeding chickens, and learning how
to operate the farm machinery, such as the a bailer, and the tractors. By the
time Theresa was sixteen she was stronger then the three of her stepbrothers
as well as being stronger then her stepfather.

Theresa's bright blue eyes with her pigtails of gold blonde hair would glimmer
in the sun while she was donned in a pair of bluejean bibs, with basically
wearing a rolled up T-shirt at the sleeves, revealing her strong thick
upperarms. Theresa's biceps would bulge flexing hard when going about her
chores, lifting, and pitching bales of hay. Theresa's legs, well her thighs
would ripple with layers of healthy thick muscles that could be seen when she
would choose to wear a pair of cutoff bluejeans. Country boys couldn't help
but notice Theresa when spotting her, knowing that this girl was a cutie, as
well as being stronger then most of them. Theresa could outwork boys her age,
and could put a few grown men to shame when it came to her strength, and had
once having winning a hay pitching contest at a county fair, dominately
winning that event over quite a few strong men.

The crowd that day in the grandstand sat awestruck at seeing Theresa hold her
trophy up with her revealing her strong arms, all in the while, while several
grown adult men sat breathing heavily besides a haybailer winded from trying
to keep up with the girl in the contest. One man was completely passed out
while lying beneath a bale of hay, due to the extreme physical exertion that
he had put out to even stay close in the contest. Theresa was far above her
age when it came to her physical strengths, and proved it that day before a
grandstand of county folk, winning a contest of strength against more then a
few strong grown men.

Later that afternoon.

Don an elder stepbrother of Theresa was making his way past a broken down
farm, while coming home from the fair grounds he heard some boy howling loudly
in pain. Then Don noticed a girl working a boy over near against a pickup
truck. "Damn, that there would be Theresa!" Don said to himself. The boy being
a friend to Don didn't look in too great of shape with Theresa hammering away
at him with a steady row of bodyshots that Theresa was delivering to his
midsection, with her redirecting her punches to his face. When the boy tried
to protect his stomach from the girl's devastating blows to his body, she made
his face a sure target.

Don was thinking that he better intervene here on his friend's behalf or his
stepsister was going to demolish him. From what Don could see taking place,
Theresa was going to leave the boy severly hurt, if not crippled if he didn't
put a stop to it soon. Don though waited before taking mind to proceed to make
his presence known, hoping that Theresa would decide to stop beating his
friend up with her putting an ending to it herself.

Don knew Greg wasn't that big of a boy, being somewhat tall, and lanky, but
the boy had no meat on his bones, and knew full well that Theresa was far more
stronger, being bigger in bodysize then Greg. Greg looked pitiful compared to
Theresa appearing weak as all get out, and if this was to continue, Theresa
would rip the boy a new one from limb to limb without leaving him the one that
he already had.

Then the boy wilted against the truck sinking to the ground pretty much beaten
up. Don then saw Theresa take the boy by one hand taking a fistful of the
boy's thick curley blonde hair, pulling him roughly back up to his feet. Greg
being the boy's name a friend to Don cried with uncontrollable tears, as
Theresa held him against the pickup while punishing him with more punching
delivering some wicked shots to his battered stomach with a her hard callused
knuckles of a tight right, and left fists.

Greg cried like a baby with tears streaming down his bruised and reddened
cheeks with his nose, and mouth bleeding from the brutal hammering that
Theresa had delivered to his face, prior to the beating she was dishing out to
him now.

Greg, "AaarrrhhhgggGGG!!! Please, please somebody HELP me! Stop Theresa
please, stop hurting meee... I'm sorry,, please stop hitting me!"

Theresa scolded the boy telling him, "Shut up boy. You just shut up, and take
your asswhupping like a man if you can you little pussy!"

Don then had seen enough, and shouted at his stepsister in fear that she
wasn't going to leave nothing left of Greg, "Theresa stop. Stop what you're
doing. Stop before you really hurt him!"

Theresa then paused giving her stepbrother her attention relieving Greg of
some of his present misery answering Don, "You want some of this Don? You want
your sorry ass kicked along with his you little wimp!?!"

Greg sobbed heavily while Theresa held him by his throat against the pickup,
and pleaded to his friend, "Please Don stop your sister from beating me up,
pleaseee... It hurts... Pleaseeee,, help me..."

Whammm!!!

Greg cried loudly, "AAAaaarrrhhhgggGGG!!!"

Theresa said giving Greg a warning, and a sharp solid shot to his mouth with a
hard right fisted punch, "I said shut up you little pussy, before i knock your
sorry ass out cold!!"

Theresa's hard cold knuckles weren't feeling any better to Greg at this time,
and with the taste of blood in his mouth, he began growing sick to his
stomach, hoping his misery would end. Hoping that Theresa would either keep
her promise, and knock him out, or that Don would put a stop to his sister.

A tooth had flew from Greg's busted mouth, after Theresa punched him with a
solid right, followed by a spray of blood that had shot from Greg's nose, and
mouth. Greg's head was now sagging some, and Greg appeared that he was nearly
gone, and was showing that he couldn't take another punch from this cornfed
country girl. Theresa was just too much for the boy, and Greg just wasn't
enough to withstand more of a battering from the girl.

As Greg's mind spun in a blur of pain, and dizziness, he found himself near
the point of passing out.

Don now seeing that Theresa pretty much wasted his friend, and seeing Greg in
his beaten up miserable condition Don decided he had seen enough. Suddenly Don
took a hold of his stepsister's shoulder from behind, and tried pulling
Theresa away from Greg.

Now Don was just the opposite of Greg with Don being slightly taller then his
stepsister, and weighing maybe just a little more then her. Don was a pretty
big boy having worked on the farm with his dad, and two brothers, and carried
some quality muscle on him as well. You might tend to believe that Don would
have no problem here with his sister, but that would be yet to be seen.
Handsome lad he was also, with his thick locks of dark brown hair, with also
possessing a dark rich tan from working out in the fields so much.

Don warned his stepsister again this time more sharply, "You heard me Theresa,
i told you to stop before you really hurt him. Now unless you want to deal
with me, you will stop this!"

Theresa suddenly turned about breaking free of her stepbrother's grip, and
releasing Greg's neck allowing him to slump to the ground with him being
nearly outcold. When Theresa came around to face her stepbrother she threw
several sharp solid jabs into his face taking him back, and away from
hereself. Before Don could respond, he caught a low solid punch to his hard
stomach.

Even though Don's stomach may of packed enough solid muscles, Theresa's punch
was a little too much for him to stand, knocking some considerable ammount
wind from out of him.

Don staggered back like a drunken man unable clutching his gut, and trying to
regain his wind. Don was quite surprised by his stepsisters strength, and
fighting ability, and tried circling about his stepsister, but he suddenly
recieved a hard short fisted punch to his mouth followed by an elbow shot that
sent him reeling back against the pickup when making his way around his
stepsister, stepping directly in front of her hard fist, and elbow shot.

Don grew frightened with surprised eyes opened wide, and he knew he was
definately in some serious trouble. Don saw his stepsister slowly making her
way towards him with both of her arms pulled up before herself, with two fists
doubled, ready to take more to him.

Theresa smiled at her stepbrother wickedly as she came towards him, and said
mocking him, "Prepare yourself boy, because i'm really gonna hurt you now..
Ohhh, this is gonna be so much fun, won't you think bro!?!"

At this time Don wasn't thinking, but just wanted to pass out, or would of
hoped for as much.

Theresa looked meaner then an angry bull that had a red blanket placed before
his eyes, making Don wishing that he hadn't involved himself in this one. Don
shook his head, trying to shake the cobwebs filling it, now trying to come up
with some kind of an offence in his head, with him also fearing the worst was
yet to come. The cobwebs though seemed harder to shake off, and tears welled
up in his eyes knowing that the worse was to come.

But just before Don was to recieve the worse, Greg managed to pull himself up
from the ground regaining his senses some.

Don then noticed Greg trying to return to his feet, and told him loudly, "Stay
down you blasted idiot, she'll kill you!"

Obviously Greg hadn't enough sense to stay put, and leave well enough alone,
and when seeing Don his friend was about to recieve an end of a beating by
Theresa, he was like most country boys with any pride thus making a grave
mistake of trying to help Don out.Theresa though was too quick, being alerted
to Greg's intentions, and with Greg on his feet, Theresa caught him advancing
on her, she gutting him hard.

Greg dropped to his knees instantly after meeting up with a sharp solid knee
to his belly delivered up by Theresa, then afterwards clutching his stomach in
pain, Greg released fresh set of tears came bringing him to crying once again.

"OOooaahhgg,," Greg cried, while on his knees. Then when trying to come to his
feet, Theresa suddenly lowered the boom on him with her throwing a hard right
fist down into his face taking him level to the turf, stretching Greg out on
the ground now nearly knocked out cold.

Greg stammered a little incoherently while lying on the ground then passed out
into unconscienceness.

Don was far to slow to take any advantage of the time given to him, without
him not retaliating in enoughs time. Theresa then had Don backpeddling from
her again, after he had managed to pull himself away from the pickup.

After there was some space between himself, and his stepsister Don staggered
in towards Theresa with him now somewhat ready to put up some more of a fight.
Theresa was all too prepared though, and sent frenzy of wicked punches into
her stepbrother, now making him wish the fight between the two of them was all
over.

"AAAaaahhhgggGGG!!!"

Then Theresa had Don once again where she wanted him, toying with him, as she
would pick, and choose her targets on his body, and face. Theresa appeared the
prize fighter here, with her stepbrother looking like the white towel should
be thrown in.

"Ohhh, this is so much fun stepbrother, beating your sorry ass like this!"
Theresa taunted, then taunted some more, when noticing Don was now crying some
with tears slowly rolling from his battered face, "Ahhh,, are we crying now?
Poor little baby, but i warned you i was going to kick your little punk ass
for you!"

Don felt like some little weakling that was getting beaten up by a schoolyard
bully with him having no defence.

Theresa continued working her stepbrother with punches taking him about the
area as if he was a ragdoll, using him as a punching bag.

WHAM, SMACK, CRACK!!! Lefts, rights to Don's face, and body seemed more then
he could take from Theresa, but there was nothing he could do to stop his
stepsister from pounding him to a pulp.

After Don had caught a solid right fist from Theresa with her turning him
about in a 360, then caught him with a solid left to the opposite side of his
face, turning Don away from her. Don then felt a solid punch land hard to his
lower back, sending him reeling face first into the side of the pickup truck,
on the driver's side. Blood streaked the car door window, with Greg's face
sliding slowly down against it.

Theresa then ceased her attack, giving her stepbrother some time to recover.
"Ok boy, would you want some more of me , because i have a lot more of that
where it came from," Theresa taunted.

Don did have a little left then composing himself a little with his head
spinning and tears rolling down his face, and with his nose bleeding
profusely, Don slowly raised himself back upright, and turning to face his
stepsister he raised his fists once again. While standing on a wobbly set of
legs that appeared they could buckle up anytime, came into Theresa slowly
advancing on his stepsister foolishly ready to fight again.

Don then told his stepsister, "OK, now it's my turn this time..." Sure enough
though Don was lacking confindence, and was thinking more on the lines that he
had lost this one, with this fight already being won by his stepsister,
Theresa.

Thesesa giggled then replied saying, "Oh really, come on with it then bigboy!"

Don threw a couple of wild lazy punches with them missing sorely as he
staggered forward, and his fists found nothing but air as they sailed
aimlessly by his stepsister with her avoiding his punches easily parring away
from her stepbrother's attack.

Don then turned around to face his stepsister after staggering past her, only
to hear her tell him, "Now it's my turn again little boy!" WHAMMM, SMACK,
CRACK, SLAP, WHAP!!! Don tried covering his face in protection from his
stepsister's hard stinging punches, but found himself unable, and worse yet
found himself in a real mess with himself recieving a barrage of heavy punches
to his upperbody, and face.

"So boy, how do you like having your ass kicked by a girl?" Theresa asked
mocking her stepbrother's world of hurt.

Don could only ball like a little baby, not being able to answer Theresa.

As Don would try to cover his body in protection against Theresa's hard
punishing knuckles, she would then go low to his stomach. Then when Theresa's
stepbrother would try to guard his face from his stepsister's punishing fists
she would go back to working over his stomach some more, weakening his abdomen
muscles.

Even though Don's abs were tight with muscles of their own he found them
weakening quickly under the hard fists of his stepsister hammering at away
them. Don's abdomen started to soften like jelly under the brutal punches that
Theresa was pounding him with. Theresa's hard knuckles sunk deeper in Don's
gut with each new blow delivered. Don was breaking beneath the pain, with his
stomach now not being able to put up any resistance whatsoever. Don's stomach
was just too torn litterly from Theresa's attack. Each time Don tried avoid
his stepsister's punching away at him, he found it all too useless with his
defence totally eliminated.

Theresa was ruthless, and Don was feeling her fury. Don's arms became of no
use to him with them burning with pain. Theresa would deliver hard solid shots
to her stepbrother's upperarms, and forearms when he tried to use them as a
defence, with Theresa's eliminating his defence with beating large bruises on
his arm rendering them useless, and leaving them hurting sorely. Don's arms
felt like a ton, and hurting something intensely now. Don's arms hurt so bad
at this time that he was unable to lift them, and could only suffer under the
agony of his punisher, being his stepsister.

"So you big pussy, you thought you could actually kick my ass? Well boy,
you're finding out how damn mistaken you are!" Theresa told her stepbrother,
while landing a hard right fist to the left side of his face.

The sound of bare flesh and knuckle smacking loudly against flesh sounded off
as Theresa delivered her hard right fist to her stepbrother's face, followed
by a left, then another right.

SMACK, CRACK, WHACK!!!

"AAAaaarrrgggGGGGGG,, IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGGGGGGGG!!!"

The last punch Theresa sent into Don's face sent him hard against the pickup
truck, causing Don to cry out loudly in extreme pain,
"AAAaaarrrhhhgggGGGGGG!!!"

Three punishing blows landed hard, nearly taking Don out for the count, but
somehow the boy managed to stay conscience. What was more surprising Don was
still on his feet leaning heavily against the pickup, and able to talk some,
and all through a busted open mouth that was bleeding profusely and fattening
up fast.

Through a swollen pair of split opened lips that were bleeding Don begged his
stepsister for some mercy, "Please no more, no more..." Don cried as he was
slumped against the pickup, now slowly sliding down against it to the ground.

Don had a swollen left blackeye , with his right eye being swollen tightly
shut with it being puffed up, and black and blue as well. Don's mouth was
busted wide open, and bleeding along with his nose spilling a large steady
flow of the deep red crimson.

Theresa then knelt before Don on knee, and took him by the collar of his
shirt, with both of her hands, taking a solid grip. Theresa then drew Don
towards herself some, and said to him, "When your pussy of a boyfriend
recuperates some you little wimp, you tell him he best never try to put his
grimey little paws on me again, One more thing little boy, you better never
involve yourself in a difference that i may have with somebody, because the
next time you do, i'll beat you like a redheaded stepchild, and into an inch
of your miserable little life. Do you hear me you sorry ass punk!?!"

Don could only agree with his stepsister while allowing his own tears burn
against his cheeks as they slowly rolled down them, he answered his stepsister
crying, "Yesss,, yessssss..."

Theresa then left Don, and Greg, leaving Don in tears, and Greg knocked out
cold.

The end.

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