Jailbreak
By osbolik



Clang!! The cell door slammed shut behind me. I looked around

the small cell. I had been stopped for speeding, got into an argument with the
officer and here I am, in jail. Now they were checking my record and finding
out that I am wanted for

robbing banks. I have to get out of here while I can. The guard was sitting
behind the desk. The other had gone to get coffee for them. Suddenly I had an
idea. I sat down on the small bunk and slowly began to remove my clothes. When
I finished I walked over to the cell door and call out in my sexiest voice,
"Hey Sugar, why don't you come here. We could have some fun while your partner
is gone." He glanced up from the magazine he was reading and damn near fell
off his chair. I know the effect that my body has on men (and women for that

matter). I knew what he would do next, he couldn't resist me, no man can. He

leaped to his feet and made his way over to the cell very

quickly. I could imagine what he was seeing as he looked at my

sexy but powerful body. I opened my legs slightly to allow him just a glimpse
of what was between them. He was almost panting with lust now. I just seem to
have that effect on all men ahd he was no exception."Open the door and come on
in" I said. "I guarantee you that you will get a

surprise like you have never had in your life" I continued. I flashed him a
quick look between my legs again before closing them quickly again. He fumbled
with the keys trying to get the

door open.I moved back in the cell near the small bunk, I wanted to lure him
far into the cell and away from the door. "You have to take off that gunbelt"
I told him. "It would scratch and bruise my delicate skin". He must have not
been too smart because he immediately unbuckled his gunbelt and let it drop to
the floor. He had this silly grin on his face. "Come on over here, Sugar" I
said. He walked over to me. "Are you ready for your surprise?" I asked
him."What do you think?" he asked.

"I guess you are ready" I stated. He had this stupid grin on his face "Ready
when you are" he answered. I stepped toward him and suddenly brought my right
fist up in a ripping punch

that buried my fist deep in his belly. UUUNNNHHH!! came out of his mouth. I
smashed my fist under his chin in a powerful uppercut. CCRRAACCKK!!!! He
lifted up in the air and collapsed

on his back, out cold. I quickly got dressed and was about to leave when his
partner came in the door. "Help!" I cried out. "Your partner is sick" He
looked into the cell and saw the guard sprawled out on the floor. "He came in
to bring me a drink of water and just passed out" I said. The second guard
rushed into the cell and knelt by his partner. While he was

kneeling there, I said "There is something I have for you" He looked up.
"This!" I said as I sent my fist crashing into his jaw. He toppled over on top
of his partner, also out cold. I gathered up both of their pistols. I went
over to the desk and found my purse and put both of the guns into it. I locked
both of them in the cell and threw the key in the dumptser which

was outside. Then I got my car keys and left. Neither of the unconscious men
had even moved yet. I guessed that as hard as I had hit them, both of them
would be out at least another

hour. As I was driving around I discovered that I needed some

money, I was broke. I decided to make an unscheduled withdrawal from a bank,
that is to rob it.

I found a bank that looked just right, not too big, not too small. I entered
it just before closing and hid in the ladies' room. Just after the bank
closed, but before the money had been put in the vault, I left the ladies'
room and walked up to the teller. I casually flipped my coat over the
television

camera so I would not appear on the security tape. "How did you get in here?
Well, we are closed, you will have to leave." I pulled the pistols out of my
purse and told her to give me all of her money. Then I got the tellers on each
side of her. They put the money in one of those bank money bags. I was
preparing to leave when a bank guard across the room, pulled his gun and
opened fire on me. I returned his fire with both of us behind fairly good
cover. I failed to see another bank guard closing in behind me. I looked
around just as he leaped at me. His body collided with mine and we both
sprawled on the floor. My pistols skidded away from me. I drove my foot into
his groin, smashing his balls. He screamed in pain. While we

were still on the floor, I wrapped my huge thighs around his neck and twisted
violently. I could hear and feel his neck break. I unwrapped my legs from
around him. His head hung off at a funny angle, he was dead from his broken
neck. I had momentarily forgotten the other guard. He stood over me and
covered me with his pistol. However, he made the mistake of getting too close
to me. My foot shot out and kicked the gun out of his hand. I leaped to my
feet and buried my fist in his belly. The guard gurgled and started to fold
up. I smashed my fist into his jaw, breaking it. Then I drove my rock hard
fist upward, straight into his nose, breaking it and driving the cartiledge
directly into his brain. He was dead before he hit the floor. A third guard
grabbed me from behind in a full nelson bearing down. I must be slipping, I
didn't even know he was around until he grabbed me. I raised my right leg up
into the air and drove my stiletto heel directly into the top of his foot. He
yelped with the severe pain he felt. I brought my

left heel staight back and smashed it into his balls. I spun around and hit
him with a left-right combination, two powerful punches slamming into each
side of his jaw. He dropped to the floor unconscious. I gathered up the money
and ran out of the bank. I could hear the sirens approaching. Someone had set
off the alarm and the cops were coming. I needed some place to hide. Since I
had also recovered the pistols, I was now armed. I saw an armored car parked
in front of a drug store as I turned the corner. The guards were inside making
a scheduled pick-up. I was able to pick the lock and hide in the back of the
armored truck. The driver had no idea that I was even there. The two guards
who made the pick-up noticed that the back of the truck was unlocked so they
entered the truck with guns drawn. "Hello, boys" I said. They couldn't see me
all that well in the darkened truck. I braced myself and kicked both guns out
of their hands. I kicked the one on my right in

the balls and he collapsed to the floor of the truck, clutching himself and
moaning. The second one dived at me, but I stepped forward to meet him
bringing my right fist up from the floor in a tremendous uppercut that slammed
under his chin like a rocket going off. His head snapped back and he slid
slowly to the floor, out cold. The guy that I had kicked in the balls was
slowly getting to his feet, so I shoved him up against the wall of the truck
and began driving my iron fist into his belly over and over again. I finally
tired of beating him and let him fall to the floor. I turned to the other
guard who had regained consciousness and was climbing to his feet. His back
was to me, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and then my hands on his head.
One quick snap with my powerful arms and his neck broke. I turned to the other
guy who was still on the

floor, not moving and stomped his head. My five inch stiletto heel went
through his eye and into his brain. Both of them had died instantly. I felt
the armored truck pulling over. I took a quick look out and saw a motorcycle
cop waving us over. I crouched in front of the door, waiting. The cop slowly
opened it. I leaped out hitting him in the chest with both feet driving him to
the ground. I pulled him to his feet and drove a savage punch into his belly.
He groaned and pitched forward.

I smashed my fist straight into his mouth and I could feel his teeth
shattering under my battering ram fist. A powerhouse left hook knocked him do
and out. I stood over him and started kickinghim in the head until he was full
stunned. I looked around for the driver but he climbed down out of the truck
and started to run. I ran him down and tackled him from behind. He was so
scared he pissed in his pants, so I decided to let him live.! My savage fists
beat a tattoo on his face, blackening both of

his eyes, splitting his lips and breaking his nose.. At last I had had enough,

on one final uppercut from hell exploded under his chin, knocking him back
about ten feet and sent him sprawling on his back, out cold.. I went back to
the truck and collected all of the money that I could carry. All of this
fighting had the effect that fighting always had on me. I was horny. I could
feel the wetness between my thighs. I wanted a man, but I would have to settle
for the two hundred thousand dollars that I had collected tonight.

I hid most of the money in the back of my car under a blanket covered with
some clothes. I took two packs of one hundred dollar bills and put them in my
purse. I drove around until I spotted a bar. I parked the car and went into
the bar. I never have anytrouble getting a man when I want one and tonight
proved to be no exception. I sat down and ordered a drink, vodka and cranberry
juice. Before long a man approached me and offered to buy me a drink. I looked
him over. He was fairly

nice looking, well dressed, somewhere in his mid-thirties. I allowed him to
sit next to me. He explained that he was a lawyer, and asked me if I wanted to
go to dinner with him. I accepted even though dinner was not what was on my
mind. As we

walked toward his car, I grabbed him and gave him a long, wet kiss. "Do we
really have to have dinner?" I asked in a very throaty voice. "N-No" he
answered. "Do you live around here?"

I questioned. "Y-yes, fairly close" he replied. "Then take me there, before I
change my mind!" I almost ordered him. We got in his car, a new BMW, and drove
to his apartment building. He lived on the top floor in a very spacious
apartment. We rode the elevator up and he quickly opened the door. I didn't
wait, I simply grabbed him and kissed him again. We rushed into his bedroom. I
was almost ready to have an orgasm from all the fighting before he touched me.
He proved to be a very experienced lover and after a while I fell asleep in
his king sized bed. Something caused me to wake up. I don't know quite what it
was, but I have a sixth sense that seems to alert me when there is danger.
When I awoke, he was going through my purse. He had found the two packs of
bills and the pistol that was still in there. The news was on the television
that was playing telling about the bank robbery. "You are the bank robber!" he
said. "Now Sugar, why did you have to go and spoil

everything. We were having such a great time" I slid naked out of bed. I think
this is the first time he had gotten a really good look at my body in the
light. Maybe what had caused me to wake up was him turning on the lights. "Now
you are going to have to pay for being such a nosey boy" I said. "Stay away
from me" he said. It sounded more like a plea than a warning even though he
had taken the pistol from my purse and pointed it at me. "Do you think that I
am afraid of that little pop

gun Sugar?" I said as I continued to move toward him. "Stand back!" he said
again. I was close enough for what I needed and wanted to do. I quickly
reached out and grabbed the gun and the hand with which he was holding it. I
raised his arm up and then brought it down across my thigh. His arm broke with
a loud SNAP! He screamed in pain. "Oh baby, your pain is just beginning" I
told him. He tried to run but I dragged him down from behind. I wrapped my
lethal legs around his body and began to squeeze. He began to have trouble
breathing. I bore down even harder. He was turning blue. I suddenly reached up
and grabbed his hair and slammed his face between my thighs with his face
jammed right in my crotch. I proceed to use his face as a large dildo and had
another wild orgasm. It was now time to get my fists in action, I always want
to use my fists whenever I can. I am a great fist fighter mainly because I am
not afraid to get hit. If you are afraid to get hit or afraid of pain, you
have lost the fight before it even starts. Since I fear neither of these I am
a great fighter. I pulled him to his feet and began one of my favorite
activities, belly punching. I ripped my sledgehammer fist up into his belly
over and over. At first his strong abdominal muscles resisted, but my powerful
fist broke them down and soon my fist was sinking up to the wrist in is now
softened stomach. He began to gag, like he wanted to puke but there was
nothing there to come up,

so it was dry gagging. I then started on his pretty boy face, with hard, short
hooking punches that were designed to hurt, bruise and tear his skin, not
knock him out. After several minutes of that, there was not a place on his
face that was not ripped or bruised. I Broke his nose next, then started
knocking out his teeth. He was blubbering and begging, but I couldn't stop now
even if I wanted to. Blood was pouring from his shattered nose and his
brutalized mouth. I had his blood all over my fists. I now got to the point
where I had to hold him up to continue his punishment. I broke his jaw with a
powerful left and a spray of blood and teeth flew out of his mouth. I knew he
was unconscious but I continued to slam my fists into him anyway. At last my
blood lust was sated and I hit him with one last muscle driven punch that
knocked him through the bedroom door into his living room. I stood over his
unconscious body with his blood dripping from my fists onto his expensive
carpet. I had to get rid of him, he could identify me. I opened the sliding
glass doors to his balcony. I reached down and lifted him up in my strong
muscular arms and carried him out there. I took a quick look around but no one
was outside from the neighboring apartments. I lifted him up over my head for
a few seconds then threw his body over the balcony railing. It was twenty
floors to the ground so he had no chance to survive the fall. I went back in
and started to

clean up the apartment, wiping away all of my fingerprints

from everything I even might have touched. I got my purse and left, taking the
stairs and coming out the back entrance. It was not far back to the bar where
my car was parked and I had carefully marked in my mind the directions when we
came over to the apartment. After a brisk twenty minute walk, I reached my
car. I thought It was time to put some distance between me and this town so I
found the interstate and headed out of town. This town had seen the last of
Jazzmon! I absent mindedly licked the blood which was still on my fist as I
drove. I really have to start wearing gloves I thought as I drove away.