Miranda Miller was always in a foul mood. Men just wouldn't leave her alone. Not that she hated men. She loved the attention they gave her when she was out to have fun. But while handling the mundane chores of everyday living she wanted to be left in peace. It seemed like every asshole in the entire state of Massachusetts was out on the prowl during that time period. They constantly hit on her at the grocery store and the bank. At the gas station and department stores. She couldn't even eat a meal in a restaurant without being pestered to death by a horde of males. And she was sick of it. Unfortunately she couldn't see things from their vantage point. Miranda was an exceptionally beautiful woman. 5 foot 8 and 136 pounds of gorgeous female. A 36 D cup breasts and a finely sculpted ass that meshed perfectly with her light tanned, flawless skin. Along with her dark brown hair and dreamy blue eyes she was a vision of loveliness.

But repeatedly fending off drooling males was getting on her nerves. And she was about to snap. Which would be very painful for any poor male who happened to be in the vicinity. Miranda was an early bloomer and knew by the age of twelve she was going to have problems with men. She instantly signed up for every self defense and boxing class she could find. After mastering those, she hooked up with a professional wrestler and had him teach her everything he knew. So she was also very adept at wrapping you up in an inescapable wrestling hold and causing you excruciating pain. Her fit female body was a very capable fighting machine when she was riled. And the hard headed male assholes who kept hitting on her had just about drove her to that point. If she got angry and erupted, you better say your prayers if you were within striking distance. Because hell hath no fury like a female being pestered. Especially if her name is Miranda.

Today had been a pretty good day so far. She paid a few bills and shopped for a new outfit without having to shoo off a single male. Then Miranda made the mistake of stopping at a convenience store for a cold drink to quench her thirst. The clerk was taking his sweet time returning her change while he blatantly flirted with her. Then two more idiots approached from her side and spit out their best pickup line. One of them had the nerve to lay his hand on her back. She decided to let the clerk keep her change and leave. She grabbed the assholes thumb and nearly broke it with a savage twist. While he was howling in pain, she used the distraction to shove him into the other guy and high tail it out of there before it got out of hand. By the time she got home she was fuming. A good workout at the gym was the best way to rid her of the frustration she felt. So she packed her gym bag and drove through the crowded streets of Boston. Little did she know that decision was going to completely ruin her day.

Miranda entered the gym and strolled across the floor towards the women's changing room. Several males were present but no one bothered her while she passed them. She breathed a sigh of relief and silently prayed it would remain that way. Unfortunately her prayer was not answered. She dropped her bag on the bench and proceeded to take off her clothes to change. She just got down to her panties when a male voice interrupted her thoughts. "I told you she was a knockout Biff. She even looks better with her clothes off." "Yup. You was right Kain. That's one fine looking piece of tail. What's your name honey?" The second one asked. Miranda was instantly pissed. "Are you morons lost? Or are you just to stupid to read signs? The men's room is on the other side." She hatefully told them. "Now don't be that way darlin. Me and Biff can show you a great time if you'll just cooperate." "Yeah sweetheart. Nobody can satisfy a woman better then me and Kain. Just relax and enjoy the ride." Now she was really pissed.

"I'll be the judge of that boys. Let's see what you're packing." Miranda said as she smiled and seductively approached the one closest to her. The two males stood straight and tall while they bunched up their muscles and proudly waited for Miranda to inspect their manhood. Miranda laid her hands on Kain's muscular chest and slowly slid them up and down. "Ohhhhh. You're a big one aren't you?" She said while looking him in the eye. Then she struck without warning. "WHAM!..WHACK!" She drove her knee into his crotch and then slammed her elbow down on the back of his neck when he bent over. Kain dropped to the floor in a daze. Biff stood there in shock and left himself wide open. Miranda grabbed his balls and squeezed them in a vise like grip. His face scrunched up and he screamed like a frightened little girl. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"You don't have much down here at all big boy." She teased. While the big man was distracted and squealing like a pig, Miranda took advantage and clubbed him on the jaw. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Three solid left hooks connected in succession and stunned the muscular male. Miranda released his balls and slammed a teeth shattering uppercut to his chin from down by her knee. "CRACK!" Biff collapsed next to Kain like all of his joints had come unhinged. Both men were holding their aching testicles while they lie there moaning. Miranda grabbed them both by the hair and dragged them up on their knees facing each other. "You two punks need to learn some manners. Barging in unannounced while a girl is undressing is just plain rude. Is that clear wimps?" "WHACK!..WHACK!" She smacked their foreheads together and turned them loose. The two men were barely conscious when they flopped back in the floor.

"STOMP!..BAM!" Miranda stomped on Biff's face and drove the back of his head into the hard floor. His lights immediately went out. She lifted Kain to a sitting position and sat down behind him to lean against Biff's sleeping body. Then she pulled Kain's head down in her lap and wrapped her gorgeous legs around his neck in a head scissors. When she had him situated like she wanted, she slapped the groggy man awake. He instantly began to struggle when he saw the precarious position he was in. But his efforts were in vain. Miranda tightened her legs like a coiling python and chastised the large male while he was screaming his lungs out. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "You muscle bound idiots never learn. You think every woman wants you because you can puff your puny muscles up and make them dance. But they're not worth much in a good old fashion fist fight are they? Both of you have arms about ten times the size of mine. But I'm the one in control while you're screaming like a little girl and you're buddy is sleeping like a baby."

Miranda ready to crush Kain's skull while Biff sleeps beneath her.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS BITCH!" Kain threatened. "You really are slow witted aren't you? You're not getting out of this you lame brained muscle freak. Now shut your mouth and join your friend in a nap." Miranda placed her hands behind her head and laid back to get comfortable. Then she tightened her strong legs like a car crushing machine and smiled at his high pitched scream. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" About fifteen seconds later Kain dozed off. "That's my good boy. Sweet dreams wimps." She said as she unwound herself from their sleeping bodies and climbed to her feet. Three more heavily muscled males rushed through the door and stopped in their tracks. "What the hell is going on in here? Who was screaming like they were dying? What happened to Kain and Biff?" The one in the lead asked. Miranda placed her hands on her shapely hips and shook her head.

"Do any of you retarded muscle bound baboons have any manners or a good sense of direction? The men's dressing room is that way." She said pointing her finger. "You have absolutely no business in here unless you're thinking about getting a sex change operation. If that's the case, I would be more then happy to get you started if you don't clear out." She threatened with an icy glare. "You're a mouthy little bitch. Do you know who the fuck you're talking to?" The leader asked. "Well I know you're not Einstein because you can't find the men's dressing room. So let me guess. You're King of the gym. Right?" She replied with a smile. "That's right. I hold the record around here for the clean and jerk." He said with his chest expanded like a peacock. "Clean and jerk huh? I always thought you perverts jerked it and then cleaned it. How silly of me." She said with a straight face.

The mans body stiffened up and his red face flushed with anger. "I've had enough of your smart mouth bitch. So I'm going to cram something in it and permanently shut you up." He said crouching down. "Uh oh I made muscle head angry. I'm in trouble now." Miranda replied while taking a fighting stance. "Show her who's boss Gunny. Put the bitch in her place." One of the others said cheering him on. Gunny spread his arms out wide and reached to grab her. But his huge arms found nothing but air. Miranda easily side stepped his groping attempt and landed a mule kick to his exposed mid section. "WHAM!" Then her combination marked up his face. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Gunny staggered back in surprise. The second guy went to grab for her but Miranda snatched his wrist out of the air and flipped him to the floor. "SLAM!" The third guy took a step back like he was scared to death when she glanced at him. "Smart choice wimp." Miranda said with a smile.

Gunny took a wild swing at her pretty face and missed her dodging body by a mile. Miranda's muscle toned leg sprang up out of nowhere and swatted his face like he was an unruly child. "WHAP!..WHAP!" Gunny stumbled sideways off balance. The third guy decided to join the fray and leaped forward. His chin was met by a thundering right cross that nearly took his head off. "SMACK!" While he was backpedalling out of control she turned to the man in the floor and punted his face like a football while he was attempting to get up. "WHAP!..BAM!..PLOP!" His body flew through the air until his head slammed into the lockers. He was fast asleep when he dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Miranda whirled to meet the oncoming Gunny who was charging like a bull elephant. "Come and get it fool. I've got plenty more where those came from and you definitely deserve them." She said while she waited for him to get in range.

Gunny let fly with a sweeping right hook she could have avoided with her eyes closed. "You missed me hot shot. Are you sure you're not Queen of the gym? Because you fight like an uncoordinated sissy." "FUCK YOU BITCH!" He screamed as he threw a left and then another right. Miranda pulled her upper body back to elude the left. Then she easily ducked under the hard right. Unfortunately the other guy was on his way back in and Gunny's punch splattered his nose all over his face. "SMMMACK!" His eyes rolled back in his head and his legs folded up like a card board box. He slumped to the floor like a corpse. Gunny forgot all about Miranda and stuttered out an apology. "OH SHIT! I'm s.sorry man." Turning away from Miranda was a painful mistake. She tore into Gunny like a level five tornado and ripped him to pieces with both fists. The poor man never knew what hit him.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..CRACK!" Both of his eyes erupted in pain before his stomach took a pounding and felt queasy. Then his lips ballooned up from her solid left and he thought his jaw bone cracked when her wrecking ball uppercut exploded on his chin like dynamite going off. Gunny lost control of his motor functions and he collapsed to the floor like a lifeless rag doll. The other two were on their feet but were standing on unsteady legs. The first guy was still woozy from being kicked in the face and banging his head against the lockers. The other guy was standing there shaking his head to clear it while he held his shattered nose. "INCOMING!" Miranda screamed as she snapped her leg forward and drove it into the first mans broad chest like a battering ram. "WHAM!" He caromed into the guy behind him and they both went down in a heap.

"You boys can't seem to stay on your feet. Is all that heavy muscle making you lop sided and forcing you off balance? Or are you just naturally clumsy?" The one nearest her rolled to his hands and knees and started to get up. "Shut your fucking mouth you little bit" "WHHHAP!" Miranda cut him off with a vicious kick that struck him in the face like a one hundred mile an hour fast ball. He sailed through the air and landed about six feet away in a spreadeagled position. He was out cold and would be for quite a while. "It was a rhetorical question dumb ass. I didn't expect or want an answer." The second guy sprang to his feet and fired numerous massive missiles of destruction to take her out. Miranda danced around his crazed attacked like it was child's play while smiling the whole time. It frustrated him so much the big man screamed like a maniac. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "STAND STILL YOU FUCKING WHORE! "Naughty naughty little boy. Miranda will punish you for using bad language." She teased.

"AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He went back at her with spittle dripping from his mouth like a rabid dog. His muscular arms were pumping like there was no quit in them. But he couldn't find her elusive body with a single bone breaking punch. Eventually he tired himself out and became a target practice dummy for the beautiful female warrior. She took her time and chopped him down piece by piece. "SMACK!" His left eye started to swell. "SMACK!" Now his right eye blew up to make a matched set. "If I do say so myself, that's a couple of fine looking black eyes you've got sissy boy." "SMACK!" His lips swelled way up out of proportion. "With those fat lips and that red nose you would make an excellent clown." "THUD!..THUD!" His stomach nearly caved in. "That's a mighty soft tummy you've got there wimp. Maybe you better increase your stomach crunches." "CRACK!" The sledge hammer uppercut had him wobbling like a toddler learning how to walk. He finally stumbled over his own feet and pitched head first into the floor. "WHAP!" Her bare foot caught him flush in the face and knocked him out.

She heard Gunny moaning so she slowly strolled to him swaying her nicely curved female hips. It was a ploy designed to get in his thoughts and remind him it was a beautiful female one third his size who was giving him the beating of his life. It seemed to be working too. Gunny kept shaking his head and was repeatedly blinking his eyes to focus them so he could make sure he was seeing clearly. "Hey Bozo. The firm breasts and white panties should be enough to convince you I'm female. But then again I forgot how ignorant you meat heads really are." Before Gunny could respond, she drove her stiff fingers into his abdomen like a steel bladed knife and took his breath away. His face turned green and he stood there like he was frozen in the spot. "CRRRACK!" She plowed into his chin with an atom bomb uppercut. Gunny muscular body shattered the door leading to the juice bar and somersaulted twice before coming to a stop in the other room.

She started after him until she noticed her first two victims were beginning to stir. "Welcome back to the party boys I was afraid you was going to sleep all night." Kain and Biff dragged themselves up from the floor. Biff looked like he was still in La La land but Kain seemed fairly alert. Miranda decided to dispatch with Biff and get him out of the way. She executed a perfect spinning back kick and slammed the sole of her bare foot into his sleepy face. "WHHHAP!" Biff was unconscious before he hit the floor and tumbled. Kain's jaw dropped open and he stared at her like he couldn't believe what he just saw. His lapse in judgment was about to cost him dearly. Miranda grabbed his shoulders and leaped up to wrap her strong legs around his waist. "WHAM!" She jammed the heel of her hand under his chin and snapped his mouth shut while she hung on his muscular frame. "POP!..POP!" Then she whacked him over both ears with the palms of her hands and nearly busted his ear drums.

Miranda punishing Kain while wrapped around his muscular body.

"AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kain squealed in pain and reached for his ringing ears. Miranda grabbed him by the back of the neck with both hands and swung her legs back. Then she shot putted forward and drove her feet into his stomach. "UUGGGHHHHHHHHH!" Kain grunted when the air escaped his lungs. Miranda took advantage of the position she was in and fell backwards while shoving up and back with her strong legs. Kain flew through the air and skidded several feet when his back met the floor. Miranda dragged him to his feet and blasted him between the eyes with a powerful right after spinning him around. "SMMMACK!" Kain back pedaled through the door Gunny ripped from it's hinges and dropped to the floor in the juice bar. No one else was awake when she looked around so she walked after Kain to finish him off.

When she stepped through the door Gunny was there to meet her. "Hi ya Queenie. I was wondering if you was going to get off of your Royal ass and join the fun again." Gunny didn't bother answering. He drew back his melon sized fist to cave her face in. But the poor man was simply to big and slow for the agile female fighter. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" She rat tat tatted his swollen face like a machine gun before he could deliver the crunching blow. When he was off balance and vulnerable she clipped him on the chin with a jack hammer uppercut. "CRACK!" Gunny hit the floor like a ton of bricks. Just as he went down the bar tender came around the bar to intervene. "OK lady that's enough." Miranda didn't bother explaining. She dove to the floor in a hand stand and then did a full twist while lashing out with her leg. "WHAP!" She kicked him right in the face and knocked him clean over the bar. By the time she gracefully landed on her feet he was sleeping like a new born baby.

She turned just in time to see Kain charging at her. She shook her head at his stupidity and sent her leg flashing up in an arc kick like it was shot out of a cannon. "WHAP!" Kain crumbled to the floor like a crushed cracker and didn't move. "Stay down punk or I'll knock out every tooth in your mouth." Kain was sound asleep and didn't hear a word she said, but she felt better getting it off of her chest. Miranda was about to go back to the other room and get dressed when she spotted her cut off jean shorts lying on the floor. "I guess one of these dim witted beef cakes unintentionally dragged them in here when I knocked them through the door." Just as she slipped the shorts on and pulled them over her shapely hips, she noticed Gunny using a table to drag himself up. "You're about to get on my last nerve Queenie." She said as she stormed over to take care of him.

"SMACK!" A straight right nailed him between the eyes and knocked him against the wall. Miranda grabbed him by the throat to trap him there and began to obliterate the poor mans bread basket with her pile driving right. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" The big man was sagging in her grip while she destroyed his stomach. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Miranda drew her right fist back to finish him off with a jaw breaking punch when she suddenly felt something wet and sticky on her leg. She had to release Gunny when she looked down because she was uncontrollably laughing. Gunny's dick had slipped out the side of his thong and he had a boner the size of a roll of Salami. While she was wrecking the mans mid section his load shot out of his dick like a spewing oil well and his thick cum was running down her leg. When Miranda was finally able to collect herself she strolled out of the bar and headed for the wash room to clean herself up.

Gunny sleeping behind her as Miranda leaves to clean herself up.

Miranda was still chuckling over Gunny's explosion on her drive home. The big man losing his load while she was beating him to a pulp had put her in a very good mood. But it didn't last long. Some asshole cut her off and she could feel her temper rising. Six men were already lying all over the gym with severely battered bodies and brutally swollen black and blue faces. If the idiot males of Boston didn't watch their step, there was going to be a lot more of them incurring Miranda's wrath. Because Miranda was fed up and wasn't going to take it anymore. Wrecking havoc on any dim witted male who thoroughly pissed her off was a favorite pastime of the Boston Brawler.