How Our Buddy Really Got His Ass Kicked"
by Sid    sgold2424@aol.com 



I am relatively new to this site and have glanced through and read so many
stories, ranging from total pieces of crap to very good, well written literary
works. The intention of virtually all of these stories seems to be the
fulfillment of the author's particular fetish related to female domination
over the male. Since I am a member of this particular genre, I generally enjoy
the stories.

Incredibly, one particular story jumped out at me that rang true, totally
true. The story in question is located in Miscellaneous 7 and is entitled "
When a Girl Beats Up A Guy".

I can personally relate that this story happened, probably as the lady
protagonist described in explicit detail. I was there the night that this
occurred in Miami. It was the summer of 1992. My buddies and I went to the
terrific local bar that we frequented often. It was always a great place to
meet and pick up chicks. I can't even count how often one, two, three or more
of us hit and scored during our nightly meetings there. We were a good bunch
of guys only looking for a good time.

One of the guys in our crowd was the one that the author, Karen, called Tommy
(this was not his real name but I will refer to him using this name to tell my
story). Tommy was different than the rest of us in the way he talked about
women. He would speak in a derogatory fashion often that some of us told him
to cut it out or to chill, but mostly we ignored him, thinking that his
vulgarity was just his way of showing what a big macho guy he thought he was.
He never did anything other than use his mouth to degrade women, but never to
their face as far as we knew.

On this one particular night, the girl, Karen came in dressed in this
amazingly sexy getup. She was tall and stunning, simply drop-dead gorgeous.
Our collective jaws dropped and we started to flip coins as to see who would
be the lucky guy to buy her a drink and whatever else the night may bring.
Tommy lucked out, and we being the good sports that we were, started to
eyeball other chicks. I'll admit now and I even felt then, that she was too
good for Tommy. She had so much class written all over her. I did not get
lucky that night and stayed in the bar very late. I did notice that Tommy was
doing quite well with Karen and actually left the bar with her after probably
one to two hours.

We did not see Tommy again until two nights later. He came into the bar and we
were shocked to see that he had two black eyes and scabs under his lip and
under both ears. It looked like he got hit by a train. He said that after his
night out with Karen, he was walking back to his apartment at about 4:00 a.m.
when two guys jumped him. They wanted his money. They grabbed him and started
to pummel him. He tried to fight back, but they were two much for him. They
left him badly beaten on the street.

We had absolutely no reason to disbelieve him. The beating he took was real
enough. He said he did not report the mugging to the police, because it would
be pointless. They only got a few bucks and a credit card, and he felt that
even if these guys were found, then what?

Little did we know that Tommy would actually act out his crude perverted
behavior that, until that night, we thought was just idiotic bullshit. In a
way, I'm not surprised at all that Tommy was beaten up a female. He was
definitely not the toughest looking guy in our crowd. It's is surprising that
a girl so beautiful and feminine in appearance as Karen could accomplish this
feat so overwhelmingly. But the facts speak for themselves.

We never saw Karen again.

Since reading her story, I have had such an urge to tell this to my buddies
and to confront Tommy that I decided instead to release my feeling through the
website where I learned the truth.

I took the liberty of attaching her story. I removed the first two paragraphs
that Karen wrote describing her finding this website. Everything else is
exactly as she wrote it.

By the way, it appears that Karen met other guys like Tommy as she wrote of
three additional encounters with similar assholes in the same Miscellaneous 7
section of stories.

If anyone wishes to comment on my discovery of Tommy's fate that night, please
note that I will not divulge any personal information related to his identity.

When a Girl Beats Up A Guy

By Karen

True story by a female who turns the table on an aggressive male.

First let me give you some of my background. My "name" is Karen. I am
currently 39 years old. I am 5'10" tall and weigh 145 pounds. My weight has
only fluctuated slightly since I was 18 years of age. I am not married as I
love my freedom. I have worked as a flight attendant for the last 15 years and
I obviously meet many men (and women as well). I have had a few lesbian
encounters over the years but do not do so any longer. I have been in top
physical condition all of my life. I generally run about 10 miles per week and
lift weights regularly in my condominium townhouse. My physique is not
overwhelming by any means. I possess nicely sized and shaped tits that do not
sag in the least. I do not have broad shoulders or large biceps. I last
measured my arms about a year ago at about twelve inches, with some definition
visible if I really flex them. In fact, my arms and legs are extremely
slender. What I'm telling you is that there is no doubt that I am all woman. I
can lift more weight than you think I would be able to if you base your
opinion solely on the slightness of my figure.

I used to go out with any man that acted like he was interested in me, but I
changed my philosophy about ten years ago, when I met a big, rather friendly
guy at O'Hare in Chicago. We went out to dinner and a movie and had an
altogether great time. I invited him up to my hotel room when things began to
get out of hand. He apparently decided to end our date by making me pay for
his giving me a good time earlier in the evening. He came on like a hungry
gorilla and didn't stop his rough advances when I asked him to. He got really
pissed and proceeded to beat me up. He was about 6 feet tall and weighed about
200 pounds and was much too big for me to fight back against. He then raped me
as he ignored my pleas to stop hurting me. I did not press charges because by
the time I was able to move hours later, I knew that he had left town without
a trace. I chalked this incident up to experience and vowed that I would never
let it happen to me again.

From that night on, I did not go out with any man who was so much bigger than
I was. I brushed off every single guy who wanted more than simple conversation
at a bar that did not meet this "criteria". As it turned out, this was a great
idea for me because, as I alluded to earlier, four of these "smaller" guys
tried to take advantage of me like that big slob did, but got the shit kicked
out of them instead. I began to lift weights in earnest and I turned rock hard
without gaining muscle mass. I also joined a few self defense groups and
learned how to box and wrestle. Now I am easily as strong as any man my size
and I know how to fight.

Now on to my first story.

It was about seven years ago. I was visiting a girlfriend in Miami for a
summer weekend and decided to stay in town for a few more days to relax by
myself. I stayed at a nice quiet hotel by the beach. One evening after eating
dinner, I decided to cruise a couple of bars to check out the action. I
dressed up nicely as I usually did. I remember wearing a nice short black
sleeveless, low cut dress with black high heeled sandals. I wore a nice beaded
necklace and pretty gold earrings. My long brown hair touched my shoulders. I
sat down at the bar and ordered myself a drink when no less than two minutes
went by as a guy sat himself down next to me. His name was Tom. He was about
25 to 30 years old, was about 5'8 inches tall and weighed possibly 150 pounds.
He was wearing an unusual dark blue muscle shirt with a collar, white slacks
and tennis shoes. He looked very sexy to me and I was definitely attracted to
him. I noticed that his bare arms were rather underdeveloped. Physically, he
adhered to my idea of suitable company for the evening. He was very friendly
and we had a very nice conversation which lasted for several hours. He
generously bought me several more drinks throughout evening.

It was now about 2:00 a.m. and I asked him if he would like to join me in my
hotel room and he agreed to in an instance. When we got up to leave, I think I
shocked him when I stood up and was towering over him as I stood well over 6
feet with my heels on. He looked up at me and made the comment "man, you are a
lot of woman aren't you". I responded with my own smart remark "more than you
can handle Tommy". He did not seemed turned off by my height and we continued
on our way out of the bar. We walked along the boardwalk. It was deserted at
this late hour.

Tom and I were holding hands as we walked. I saw a bench leading down to the
beach and I asked Tom if he would like to "sit down" so that we could get to
know each other better. He smiled and said "I was about to ask you the same
thing".

We sat down and I immediately started to kiss him. He turned out to be a good
kisser as we started to tongue kiss and I was getting real hot. He was
massaging my tits through my dress and I was doing the same to his crotch.
Then the whole deal fell apart. Tom decided that he was going to take charge
with some rough sex. He grabbed me around my waist, pulled me up from the
bench and threw me down on the sand.

I yelled up at him "hey Tom, what the hell do you think you're doing". As he
began to undress by taking his shoes off, he answered me "Karen, I'm going to
show you how a man should show a woman a good time. Now take your dress off
before I rip it off of you". Tom said this without a smile. I answered him,
"Tom, I don't think I like the way you are acting and I think I'm going to go
home now. Forget about coming with me to my hotel. You just blew a good time
for yourself.."

Tom answered with anger, "look, don't make me hurt you. You're not going
anywhere until I say you are." Now I stood up quickly and walked right up to
him and, looking down into his eyes, I told him in no uncertain terms "now you
listen to me little man, if you think that I am yours to do with as you
please, guess again. I'm now going home, don't even think about placing a
finger on me."

I started to turn and walk away when Tom grabbed me around my neck and pulled
me down to the ground. He was on top of me and was trying to pin my arms down.
I was struggling against his efforts and, I saw his eyes open wide as he did
not realize how strong I was. I said to him "you made a big mistake and I'm
going to kick your fucking ass." I did not quite have enough strength to push
him off of me with my arms, but I was able to lock my legs around his waist
and I began to squeeze him. He was making some grunting noises and I know I
was getting to him. I violently twisted his torso with my legs as hard as I
could and succeeded in reversing our positions. I was now on to of him and I
was trying to pin him. Again, I did not quite have the arm strength to do so,
and I kneed him in the groin with all my might. Now he was moaning badly. He
released his grip on my hands and grabbed his nuts with his right hand.

I started to pound his face with my left fist. Obviously my kick to his nuts
had left him weakened and I was having my way with him as he was not fighting
me back. I continued to hit him in the face and I opened a cut under his right
eye. I used my elbow on his face, and he now began to frantically try and free
his other arm from my grip, but I had it pinned firmly to the ground.
Apparently, my stronger right arm was too much for his weaker left arm. I
lifted my leg up and kneed him in his exposed stomach, knocking all the air
out of him. I know he had nothing left and I released his left arm. I now
proceeded to beat his face with both my fists. I drew blood above his other
eye and his lip was now cut open. Blood was all over his face. He didn't say a
word the whole time.

After administering the worst beating that he ever had in his life, I decided
to get up and gaze down at this previously self-proclaimed "macho man". I
looked down at him and sarcastically told him "what's the matter big man, why
did you let a weak girl like me hit you the way I did? Couldn't you stop me?
Aw, come on, don't you want another chance. Get up and try me one more time."
Tom didn't attempt to get up. I walked towards him and he quickly covered his
face with his arms. He said simply "no more, please." I answered "Tom, I want
to leave you with one more reminder from our wonderful night together." He
rolled up in a ball and fell to his side for maximum protection. I then kicked
him with the tip of my high heeled sandal in his side twice and he started to
cry. I then turned and walked away as I told Tom "good night, see you
tomorrow".

As I was walking to my hotel room, I felt amazingly good. The experience of
beating up such a creep was absolutely exhilarating. I even felt that I was
sorry to leave him without giving him more of the same. This feeling of power
was definitely intoxicating.

When I got back to my room, I looked in the mirror and noticed that I did not
have a scratch on me at all. All of the blood on my hands and dress were
Tom's. This was a far cry from the time that jerk brutalized me in Chicago. At
least, Tom's beating started as an act of self defense. I could have stopped
without hurting him further, but I enjoyed beating him up. I was really
wondering if men actually have this same thought pattern when they are beating
up weaker women. In any event, I knew that I would not be a victim ever again.