Colette and the Mugger
By Arby


Colette Guimond walked hurriedly down the Paris street.  The clack of her high 
heels was the only sound echoing along the empty street.  She kept looking back 
over her shoulder, she thought a man had been following her.  Colette usually 
did not frequent this part of town, but she had a session in a hotel here, and 
she was walking back to her car.  She was dressed for summer in a blue dress 
that was short enough to show off her lovely, muscular legs and sleeveless so it 
left her powerful arms and shoulders exposed.   Colette kept looking back over 
her shoulder but the man who she thought was following her was a mere shadow, 
blending in with the walls of the buildings.   Colette had reached the car.  She 
took one more look around.  She thought she saw something flit through the 
shadows from the street lights, but could really see nothing.  She turned back 
to the car, when she heard a sound behind her.  Colette turned and found a man 
standing only a few feet from her.  "A pretty little thing like you should not 
be wandering around here by yourself in a neighborhood like this.   You might 
run into some bad characters, like me, who would want to harm you."  The man 
smiled showing crooked teeth, stained with nicotine.  He also smelled like he 
had been drinking.  As if to confirm that he had a bottle in one hand.  "Why 
don't you have a little wine with me, and then we'll have a good time."  He 
said.  He evidently had been drinking enough that he couldn't tell that this was 
no ordinary woman standing in front of him.  Colette was short, only 5'1" but 
her legs bulged almost obscenely with muscle. He thighs would stretch the 
measuring tape at 26 inches.  When she moved her arm, her biceps rolled up into 
a big, hard ball that was 16 inches around of rock hard muscle.  She weighed 145 
pounds. This bum was picking on the wrong girl, but he didn't know it at the 
time.   "Come on baby, let's go!" he said and reached for Colette with his free 
hand.  Colette had backed up until her back was against the car.  She snapped 
her right foot up in a kick driven by her powerful thigh.  Her foot landed 
squarely in the man's groin, smashing his testicles.  He suddenly forgot all 
about grabbing Colette, and grabbed himself instead trying to relieve the pain 
radiating through his groin.  Colette was not through.  She stepped forward and 
grasped the front of the mans shirt.  She shoved him nearly erect then ripped 
her right fist into his belly.  She got not only her arm and shoulder into the 
punch but drove forward with her powerful legs and hips, getting everything into 
the mighty punch.  Her fist sank deep in the mugger's belly lifting his feet off 
the ground as a loud OOOFFFF!! escaped his lips as all the air was driven from 
his body by the woman's vicious punch.  Colette was not an experienced fighter, 
but she had nearly knocked out an ex-boxer with a belly punch in one of her 
sessions.  And she hit this mugger much harder than she had hit the boxer.  The 
man's feet hit the ground, but his legs would not support him and he dropped to 
his knees. She heard a gurgling in his throat and then an explosion of vomit 
flew out of his mouth, just missing her.  It left a foul smelling puddle on the 
pavement.  The man continued to heave until there was nothing left to come up.  
Colette was amazed at the effect only one punch from her potent fist had caused 
to the mugger.   She had not known she had the power to do that kind of damage.  
Colette walked around behind him and wrapped her muscle laden legs around his 
head in a standing head scissors and began to squeeze.    The man began to 
thrash around.  Colette poured on the pressure, her huge, 26 inch thighs bulging 
with power.  The man thought his head would burst.  The big, hard, muscles of 
her legs were causing him to nearly black out.  Just before he passed out, 
Colette released the pressure and stepped back.  The would be mugger slumped to 
the pavement.  Colette walked around in front of him, taking care to avoid 
stepping in the terrible smelling vomit puddle.  She entwined her fingers in the 
man's hair and jerked him to his feet.  As she did that the muscles of her 
forearm writhed like snakes and the veins stood out like rivers.  She released 
her grip on the man's hair and he was weaving unsteadily around in front of her.  
Colette wound up and smashed her fist into his belly again.  Her fist seemed to 
go all the way to the man's spine as it blasted its way through his gut.   He 
would have fallen except Colette caught him and held him up.  He had the dry 
heaves this time since there was nothing left in his stomach to come up.  
Colette knew she had never fought with her fists before, but she liked the 
feeling of her fist burying in the mugger's belly.  She also knew that she was 
very strong, and her punch packed a lot of wallop, so she decided to try to end 
the fight with her fists.  Unlike wrestling, this would not end with a 
submission, or tap out, she needed a more definitive ending.  This time her left 
fist was sent burrowing deep in his ravaged gut again.  As his head came down in 
reaction to the gut punch, Colette brought her right fist up from below her 
knees to smash into the man's chin with the force of a runaway train.  
CCRRAACCKK!!! the sound of the savage impact filled the air.  The man snapped 
upright and sailed over and landed on his back.  He lay there not moving at all, 
he was out cold.  Colette looked at her fist in awe of what she had just done.  
She found it hard to believe that she had just knocked out the mugger with her 
punch.  She looked down at the unconscious man, he had a broken tooth sticking 
out through his lip and blood was seeping out of both sides of his mouth. 
 She flexed the biceps of her right arm and ran her left hand lovingly over it 
feeling the tremendous size and hardness.  Then she smiled a sad little smile 
and said, "You picked on the wrong woman, today, didn't you!", got in her car 
and drove away leaving him sprawled unconscious on the sidewalk.