The Terrible Red and White lady.
kavikarmakar@yahoo.com
Helena completely destroys three rugby players who accost her friends. A brutal tale. Warning: Blood and gore.


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She pushed open the nightclub door...the cold biting wind was a refreshing
change. She spat. The tequila shots were like piss. And that made her angrier.

Earlier, delivery of her new workout equipment had been delayed. So she had
missed out on her new fitness regime.

Helena had always been strong. In school as a gymnast, later an athlete...
Finally, to take up pole-vaulting as a sport of choice... In which her arm and
shoulders had become superhumanly strong.

Cut back to present, as she moves away, she hears cries and muffled screams
from the alley. She runs in... Only to see Viktor and Olga, her good friends,
being mugged by three large men. The three pause to look at her. They are
large men, very large.

Broad shouldered, broken noses. The toughs from the Volgograd rugby team. Once
the pride of the second division....now facing relegating to the fourth...

Let them go now, she said

"Pryzhki Suka!" (Look, it's the jumping bitch) "We will get you after we
finish with them", said one of the tough guys.

She stood there, and slipped off her trench coat. Inside, she had just a
sports bra. She was in a sports bra, her naked shoulders glistening in the
pale light. Round hard globes of muscle. Made strong and large through years
of exercise and a regimen which included propelling her body with force over a
bar 5 metres high.

As the trench coat came down, her hard, strong biceps came to the fore. Large,
curving muscles, like sculpted steel. Veins sprouting everywhere, cascading
down her forearms... Revealed as the sleeves of the coat came off. Her upper
body, defined by the shoulders...coming to the strongly built chest with
striated pectorals

A firm bosom...leading to the wonder of her abs - glorious 8 packs of the
shredded variety

And then she discarded the coat completely. She had just a pair of tights
on... The short sleeves of which were stretched back, as they couldn't quite
contain the musculature of the thighs. The thighs were long, and looked like
they were made of layers of metal sheets. Thick, dense. Made to propel her
powerful body at great speed.

Long thighs that came to strong knees... And the calves...what calves. The
legs just flared into magnificent orbs of round, dense, marble-hard muscle
pulsating with controlled power.

Those stems were made to break. Break people, break boards, bricks, bones,
walls, wills, minds...

When she stepped forward, the three ex rugby stalwarts had their eyes on the
calves. The mesmerising way in which they swelled, tightened, swelled,
tightened, as she stepped forward.

And then she leapt in a flash - like a leopard. She leapt without a sound. And
hit the first one with her knee on the jaw. KRAK! The jaw was unhinged. A few
teeth flew away, as Igor went down in a heap.... "Muuugh muughhhh!"

Helena crouched like a panther stalking its injured prey.

As Vadim got over his shock, and jumped at her. Helena was too quick for him
and he fell in the spot where she was placed just a second back.

She ran at Artur, the third one, and buried her fist in his not so hard gut,
felling him instantly. Quickly, she came to Viktor and Olga... The latter was
just scared, but Viktor had been battered.

Helena hooked her arms under his body ad picked up the 100 kg man tenderly.
She took them out of the alley. "Now Olga, take care of Viktor. I've some
unfinished business"

She went back to the alley, where Vadim had picked up a metal rod, and came
swinging menacingly at her. Helena was much too quick for the vodka dulled
senses of Vadim. She let him swing once, twice, thrice... And then as he swung
back, she caught the rod in her left hand. The rod would just not move from
her hand. Vadim tugged, pulled, heaved, but Helena's grip was as if the rod
had been welded to her hand.

Actually, years of gripping the pole had made her palms and fingers so strong,
that she barely registered a tug. Her arms and shoulders twitched, and she
turned the rod around in a circle, wrenching it out of Vadim's grasp. She
threw the rod back. "Vadim, now that can be dangerous"

She advanced on him. He responded by trying to bludgeon her with his pudgy
fists. She stretched her arms, and fended off his blows. As he hit her arms,
he felt shocks, as if he were striking metal bars. Clutching his arms, he
tried to retreat, but Helena was on him in a flash

She kicked him on his side, a blow that made him dash against the wall.
Thwack, smack, whappp! Powerful blows propelled by honed muscles, dealing
deadly blows with rock like hard legs. Her ferocious kicks were plunging into
him like fingers pushing into soft dough. After twenty kicks, both his arms
were fractured. His ribs were broken, and he was barely conscious.

She then got down to her knees and started pummelling him with her fists. Bam
bam bam bam...went her fists like pile drivers into his upper body and face.
Pieces of flesh, bone, blood splatter came flying from the zone. She got up,
her arms elbow deep in blood and gore. She laughed at the quivering mass of
jelly that lay at her feet.

She stomped on his chest. And again, as she heard the crack of his ribs. Her
body was highlighted by the rivulets of blood running down her sexy muscles.

And then she brought her leg up... and stomped with all her might. She broke
through the rib cage, bursting his heart.

Now all this Artur saw, and lost his nerve... Helena stood there...the blood
from Vadim caking her hands and legs. Making a stark contrast against her
white skin. Slowly tracing the shape of her veins, going around the ridges of
her muscles... as she stood there over the wreck formerly known as Vadim.

Helena turned to look at Artur. She walked to him. Artur had lost control of
his legs, and couldn't move. She held him by the collar. Her sheer arm
strength holding up his body weight.

She held her thumb and middle finger together...and flicked it at his groin
... like a carrom shot. That hit of her middle finger on his testicles gave
him a sharp pain - he almost blacked out. She let him fall down, as his nerves
reacted and he emptied his belly in one heave.

Boris, the one with the broken jaw, had painfully managed to almost drag
himself out of the alley, until Helena came from behind, grabbed his ankles
and pulled him back.

She dragged him right to the end of the alley, a good 15 metres away.

"Muughhh...muh muh mmuuugh!" he screamed. "I can't understand you brother" she
said. "But suffer you must, for what you did to Viktor"

So saying, she picked him up and put him against the wall. And pummelled him
with her knees. The beating was brutal. Nay, it was more of a pounding. The
kind that grounds hard things to powder, or soft things to pulp. Helena's
knees were like wrecking balls. She broke his chest so that he was bleeding
from his nose and mouth.

"You big rugby goof, are you ever going to do anything bad again?" Boris's jaw
was too badly broken, and he had no breath left to answer. So Helena turned
him around and picked him up. She placed him on her shoulders, facing up. Her
right arm was around his neck, the left around his thighs. She pulled down on
him, arching his back on her shoulders. She kept pulling down....using her
shoulders as the fulcrum...irreversibly damaging his back...making him scream.

She then placed him on the garbage can, with his butt over the edge. Bending,
she picked up the metal rod lying there. She roughly pulled down his pants,
exposing his milky white, somewhat cellulitic butt. And proceeded to spank him
mercilessly with the rod.

'Whack-whack-whack-whack-whack' went her arm in rapid succession. So hard and
fast she hit him that the 'whack-whack-whack-whack' went on to sound
'splat-slat-splat-splat-splat-splotch-splotch ... "

As the hard metal rod with the grooving tore the skin off his arse and made it
raw, removed the upper layer of fat and exposed the inner muscle. She left the
bloodied and broken Boris lying on the garbage can.

Artur was trying to run away. Helena leapt at him, managing to catch him by
the belt. She dragged him back into the alley, almost removing his pants.

Helena then laughed..."See what I've done to your friends."

She picked him up gently in a cradle. Led him to where Boris lay with his the
bloodied arse and broken face.

Artur was now quivering in her arms. The 90 kg mass of soft muscle was weeping
like a baby...

And then gently rocking him, walking over to the carcass of Vadim... To the
slaughter that she had so brutally carried out.

Artur had now pissed in his pants. The stink reached Helena's nostrils. She
dropped him on the ground. Somehow his legs found the courage to move. He ran,
but Helena had her hand gripping his belt. In his desperation, Artur scrambled
out of his pants. He almost got away until Helena grabbed him by his sweater.
She yanked that off, and then ripped his underclothes...leaving him quivering
and naked...crawling on the cold hard alley.

Helena caught the big man by the neck and pulled him up. "Do you feel my
power, Artur?" Artur was on his tiptoes, trying to avoid hanging from the hand
at his throat. "Do you feel THE STRENGTH IN MY ARMS!?!" Her fingers were
crushing his Adam's apple, making it hard to speak or breathe.

A weak croaking whisper came out..."spare me...spare me o Helena". With the
other arm, she punched his midriff...as he dangled helplessly in her grasp.
She then threw him down, and put her foot on his face. She pressed hard,
distorting his face, almost squeezing his skull flat. "Ehhh ... .Eeerrrmmmmm
... " he exclaimed.

His legs and arms thrashed about helplessly As Helena's foot continued its
relentless pressure...her calf bulging as she piled on the power. She moved
her foot away, to his chest...as he moaned his relief. Tears had come to his
eyes... he was sobbing like a child, pleading, begging, entreating her to let
him go: "Please, please ...oh please.....please...pleaseeee Helenaaaaaa"

His shaking hands went up to her bulbous calf. As if stunned, they stopped
shaking...and with wonder... he began to trace out the hardness - The rock
hard ridges of her calves... A hardness no man could ever get. He ran his
fingers over the twin inverted muscles...with the ridge between them. In his
mind, he picturised the domes of the Kremlin, only inverted...

He could feel the muscles therein move, he could feel the power inside...
pulsing, throbbing... like an immense coiled spring...ready to unleash
destruction at a mere thought.

He tried to push his hand at the calf, but met only rock like resistance. He
panicked....thrashing about... as her foot moved down...slowly, inexorably
crushing his chest. Helena laughed... and flexed a double bicep pose. The
picture of this terrible beauty, with the white skin caked with the blood of
his friends... Gave him a thrill of a different kind as well... As he
struggled with his body...his mind started to give. His will was weakening
fast.... And the most obvious sign was his raging erection!

His hips began to jerk upwards, almost involuntarily. Helena smiled almost
like an angel. Even as her foot was on his chest, she leaned down towards him.
The pressure increased more; he felt his ribs start to give away. He could
barely breathe now. Her face was close, almost close enough to touch.

Her massive calf bunched and clenched, as she rubbed her foot in even more.
She reached back with her right arm and caught his thrumming cock in her hand.
And began to slowly, ohhh, soo slowwlyyy....stroke it. She stroked him like
that, almost in slow motion. Making him mad with desire, driving him crazy
with his chest almost bursting...

She squeezed his dick, and pressed his chest. Slow. So Slow.

Squeeze, Press. Squeeze, Press.

His breathing was now in irregular, painful gasps. The eyes were rolling back
in pain and pleasure. As Helena smiled. And Squeezed. And Stroked. His mouth
opened wide, a tremor went through him....and he shot his load. Helena
directed his cock to her underthighs... laughing as his wet cum splattered and
tickled the back of her muscular thigh.

Cum for me, Artur, she said in a husky voice. Come for me. Come! As if in
thrall, he continued to shoot... Splattering her calves too.

Cum more....more... she said. MORE! I want more, Artur...cum more for me...
She squeezed him hard....used the power of her palms.... She squeezed his dick
like a sponge, so hard, that it burst.

She laughed, as his blood spurted...and splattered her glorious skin and
muscles. Red on white.

She laughed...

Artur had a glazed look. His ecstasy was replaced by agony. He was going into
shock. Come to me now Artur, she said, and pressed with her foot even harder.
His sternum began to crack, audibly...Krr Krr Splat! The ribcage was broken
now. His internal organs were ruptured

Helena pushed her foot through the crack in his chest. I want to feel your
heart, Artur. I want to feel it beat. Her foot moved through the broken bones
and the mess of his lungs. As they found his heart. She could feel it vibrate,
as it started to go into arrhythmia...

She felt his heart with her foot...pulsing irregularly...the fibrillations of
the organ. She felt the heart in its dying moments....

And then pressed with all her power...squashing the heart completely. The
aorta ruptured, sending a massive gout of blood out in a fountain. Helena was
drenched completely in the still warm blood that she had explosively forced
out from his heart.

She stood there, the red lady, with fair skin...laughing at her victory over
her weak opponents. The blood tracing its way over her veins and muscles, as
if Artur was feeling her power all over again...