Bruises In The Night
By Klunker100(@yahoo.com)
PART 2


(An attractive young woman attracts the wrong kind of attention, 
then has to go a long, hard ways to make things right. Contains 
violence, forced sex, and coarse language.)


After beating up her share of trucker women (and men), she 
graduated to biker chicks...they seemed to be meaner and 
tougher...a greater challenge. One of Sharon's long-time quarry 
was Wendy, a large woman who needed the biggest chopper she could 
find...but it wasn't fat. She didn't have a fella Sharon could 
get a rise out of by flirting with, so another avenue was needed. 
Once Wendy was loaded with the proper amount of firewater, Sharon 
decided it was showtime. "You know, Wendy," she said as she 
brought the next round, "I really envy girls like you."

"Whaddaya mean, 'like me'?"

"You know...you can wear those guys clothes and nobody really 
cares what you look like when you're all alone there on your 
bike. Look at what I have to go through...I have to wear sexy 
outfits and watch my figure so the guys will keep coming back -- 
because the boss likes that."

"Oh...well, I'll just park my ass over in the corner so these 
apes can get a better look at yours...OK, dearie?"

Sharon chuckled. "Aw, you don't need to go through any trouble 
for me. After all, I imagine there are some guys out there who 
like the 'robust' look...isn't that what they call it 
nowadays...?"

Wendy started to climb out of her chair and snarl. "'Robust', eh, 
you skinny bitch? I'll 'robust' your ass all over that wall!" The 
leather-clad behemoth brushed the table out of the way and drew 
her arm back to deliver the haymaker. Sharon saw it coming a mile 
away and thought she'd have some fun with it. As Wendy threw her 
best punch, Sharon lifted up her hand and caught it mid-flight. 
Her hand wasn't nearly as big as her attackers, but was much 
stronger. Wendy screamed and writhed in pain as the muscular 
bartender squeezed harder and harder. Now an experienced fighter, 
Sharon let loose with a flurry of quick right jabs, dropping her 
opponent to the floor.

The stunned biker staggered to her feet. Her natural instinct was 
to point her arms towards Sharon's head and pull her hair out by 
the roots, but Sharon's experience told her that a blow to the 
gut might be a good way to stop this rhino in her tracks. One 
punch was all it took to stun the enraged Wendy. But as she drew 
back her extended arms, she grabbed Sharon's t-shirt and ripped 
it off, nearly taking her bra off in the process.

"Oh...so you wanna see my tits?!?! Why in the hell didn't you 
just say so?!?!" the angry but controlled Sharon said. She 
quickly finished taking off her bra and threw it in Wendy's face. 
She then grabbed her hair and pulled her head into her large, 
firm breasts and rubbed. After she figured the large biker was 
about to get over the initial shock, she kneed Wendy in the 
stomach, dropping her to her knees. Still holding the huge woman 
firmly by her long, blonde hair, she drove her head into her 
crotch. "I suppose you'd like to eat me out while you're at it, 
huh?!?!"

Wendy started to recover. She wrapped her arms around Sharon's 
legs, lifted her up, and threw her into a table. She then kicked 
the smaller redhead in the mid section with such force as to lift 
her off the floor. Sharon quickly got up and hit Wendy with a 
flurry of blows to the face until she fell over a table, 
unconscious. It was a hard-fought victory, but Sharon's record 
was intact. Her confidence was at an all-time high. She knew it 
was almost time to go into Phase Three...almost.

A week later, a new customer walked into the bar. It was a tall 
brunette. She kept to herself and looked around -- a little too 
much. Sharon was concerned but not frightened...other bars in 
town had been robbed at gunpoint but the Wheel had not been 
touched...too many customers packed heat and the bad guys knew 
they had better not mess with anybody's beer. As Sharon walked 
downstairs to bring up another case of beer, she heard the door 
slam behind her. It was the stranger. "You're the slut who put my 
cousin in the hospital." She removed her leather jacket and 
Sharon could see that she was at least as muscular as her. 
"Nobody fucks with my family like that." Sharon never saw that 
first punch, but she certainly felt it. Before she could hit 
back, the brunette had kicked her in the stomach, sending her 
crashing into the cases of liquor.

Sharon had finally met her match. She quickly rolled out of the 
way, avoiding another kick. She managed to land a couple of blows 
to the body but they didn't stop her. The stranger landed a quick 
right to Sharon's mouth, cutting her lip. Sharon returned the 
favor with equal results. Things were started to even up again. 
But the strapping brunette was obviously a trained fighter. A 
series of kicks and punches sent Sharon to the floor, bleeding 
and in pain, but still among the living. As a final indignity, 
the brunette yanked off Sharon's skirt, making it as painful as 
it could be, and ripped off her panties with equal vigor. The 
victorious girl grabbed a bottle of beer in one hand and Sharon's 
ankle in the other and spread her leg away from her body. She 
forced the neck of the bottle just inside Sharon's vagina then 
suddenly stopped.

"This is just a friendly warning, bitch: you ever mess with any 
of my friends or family and I'm gonna come back and fuck you up 
real bad...you got that?" Sharon nodded. The stranger put her 
jacket back on and muttered, "And the said you were tough. Hmph!"

As Sharon lay on the floor, the owner's wife, Debby, walked in 
and gasped. She picked the injured woman up and placed her on a 
cot in an adjoining room. She asked Sharon what happened and got 
the 'pat' answer, but pressed her on the truth. "Look, 
sweetie...ever since you've been here you've picked a lot of 
fights. It's almost like you were filling in an undercard. What 
gives?" Sharon broke down in tears and told her the whole story.

Debby let Sharon finished before she asked her the $64,000 
question: Can you describe this pimp and the woman who was with 
him. After she did, Debby put her head in her hands and said, 
"That sounds like 'D-Day' McClain and Ruby." This was the first 
time Sharon had a name she could associate with their faces. In 
her quest to exact revenge, she suddenly realized she never even 
knew the names of these people who attacked her. Debby continued. 
"My niece got caught up with those bastards. She was a beautiful 
child. Poor girl was murdered when one of her johns got drunk and 
shot her. They couldn't hang it on D-Day, but the cops knew how 
it happened. Well, girl, we've been looking for a way to get back 
at him and it looks like we've found it. But first we need to get 
you some help." She walked over to the phone, called her husband, 
Ed, and told him what happened.

Debby drove Sharon to her house. When they arrived, Ed and his 
brother, Ken, were eagerly waiting. Debby introduced Ken -- a 
retired policeman -- as the father of the murdered girl. They sat 
around the kitchen table and hatched a plan. Ken said, "You know 
that if I lay a finger on him, I'll go to jail. If Ed does 
anything, he'll lose his liquor license. If somebody were to just 
happen to walk up to him and blow his head off, we all know the 
world would be better off for it, but they'd have to investigate 
it and we don't want anybody going to jail for getting rid of the 
trash. However, if -- and that's a mighty big 'if' -- somebody 
who didn't have anything to lose were to go in there and put the 
hurt on them, that's another story. Whaddya say, Ed?" All eyes 
were on Ed, but Sharon didn't understand why. "OK, I'll train 
her," he said.

Debby explained to Sharon that Ed was in the Green Berets and 
could teach her how to take care of herself. "Now, dear, you're 
one tough chick but after what happened tonight I don't think 
you'd be any match for Ruby. Ed knows his stuff and he won't let 
you go in there and get yourself killed." Sharon agreed to be 
trained by the aged warrior. Ken still had friends on the police 
department who could tell him when the time was 'right'.

Sharon thought loading airplanes was hard work, but Ed made that 
seem like a walk in the park. Their basement was turned into a 
little gym. After each workout came the fight training. Here, 
Sharon saw that her barroom scuffles were successful because her 
opponents were lacking the proper skills, so to go against Ruby, 
who was an athlete trained in the 'manly arts', she simply had to 
rise to the occasion. Her toned muscles became thicker, deeper, 
and stronger; her fighting skills had also become quite sharp. 
She picked a couple more fights back at the Fifth Wheel and 
knocked out her opponents with that much more ease. Ed thought 
she was being wasted pouring drinks in glasses, so he promoted 
her to bouncer...the Wheel soon lost its reputation for being a 
do-it-yourself fight card.

Events in the city were taking a turn in their favor. Ruby got 
fed up with the meager handouts D-Day allowed her to live on. 
With the completion of a new downtown hotel complex, business was 
booming. She told him she wanted a bigger cut. He refused. He 
would have liked to have seen her just disappear into the night 
and not be any more trouble, but he had to put up with her 
insolence because effective strong-arm men were in short supply 
and strong-arm women were in even shorter supply. He knew that if 
they fought again, he may not get in the lucky shot that put her 
out the last time. But he also knew he couldn't show any signs of 
weakness in front of the organization, so a concealed knife was 
his best insurance policy...but everybody knew it was there, just 
waiting.

"You cheap bastard! I've been taking your shit for more than five 
years. FIVE YEARS! And what have I got to show for it? Nothing! 
Not a damned thing! Every time you want somebody's ass kicked, 
who do you run to? Me, that's who! And when you want to fuck some 
little white bitch, I'm the one who has to nail her first! You're 
too chicken-shit to do it yourself!"

"Shut up, bitch! I took you in and taught you everything you 
know! You owe me, woman! You were just the house nigger at that 
place and I gave you what you needed! You're just a big, fat, 
ugly ho' who wouldn't be shit if it wasn't for me! Ruby, you just 
get your sorry ass out of here!" Ruby ran out of the room in 
tears. D-Day couldn't afford to be sentimental...he had to 
conduct business as usual even if it meant hitting the streets 
without the top-notch protection of his best enforcer. Later that 
night, when the police made their usual rounds and saw something 
amiss, they called Ken and told him something was wrong with this 
picture but didn't have the details. Ken started the jungle drums 
going...it was time.

Ed drove Sharon within sight of D-Day's 'court'. All of his girls 
were either back at home base or out on all-nighters, so it was 
time to pack it in. They waited until the lights in his apartment 
went out before making their move. The two 'commandoes' quickly 
and silently entered the apartment house and went to D-Day's 
suite. Ed pried open the lock with no trouble, but woke up D-
Day's Enforcer Du Jour, who rolled off the couch, startled. In 
the dim light coming through the drapes he saw a female shape 
come towards him at flank speed. He thought his dreams were about 
to come true. Ed stood guard out in the hallway while Sharon did 
her stuff.

The enforcer was tall. Sharon knew, thanks to Ed's training, just 
how to handle him. She threw a flurry of punches to his solar 
plexus, which knocked the wind out of his sails. Doubled over and 
unable to utter a sound, Sharon kicked him in the face, sending 
him back onto the couch. He spun towards her, ready to grab her 
throat, but she blasted him with a right cross before both feet 
were back on the floor. One more hard left was all it took to 
knock him unconscious. D-Day heard the commotion and staggered 
out of his bedroom, half asleep, then quickly fumbled to turn on 
the lights Sharon turned to face him and froze in fear. He stared 
at her briefly, trying to place her face. He looked up at her 
short red hair and put two and two together. His first mistake 
was to walk towards her without first glancing towards the couch 
to check on his out-cold bodyguard. His next mistake was to open 
his mouth.

"Been a while, bitch. Come back for more?"

"Yeah...I've come back for more. Why don't you show me what I'm 
getting for my money?"

D-Day sneered. "Shit, yeah, bitch. But first lemme see what I'm 
gettin' for mine." He checked out Sharon's fabulous figure, 
barely hidden beneath gym shorts and a T-shirt. He vividly 
remembered her charms, but neglected to check out her chiseled 
body and iron stare. That was his third mistake. She approached 
him with a cautious gait and quickly delivered a sidekick to his 
ribs. He yelled out in pain and grabbed his side. There was no 
turning back.

"I'm gonna fuck you up real bad!" D-Day reached for his knife, 
but the time he took to hunt for it was all the opportunity 
Sharon needed. She kicked his wrist, knocking the small hunting 
knife to the floor, then began punching him in the face, 
relentlessly, remembering how he had brutalized her almost two 
years earlier. He went down slow, his face bleeding from the 
nose, mouth, and cheek. Ed could only wonder what was going on 
inside, but felt confident things were going the right way.

D-Day tried to retaliate but she blocked every punch. But he had 
been beaten up by a woman one too many times to give up without 
fighting for his life. He decided to try the trick that had 
brought Ruby to her knees last year, but since he wasn't wearing 
his shoes it was even riskier than the last time. He took his 
best shot, but in his weakened state the attempt was half-hearted 
at best. Sharon grabbed his ankle, twisted it, and teed off a 
kick of her own. It landed right in the groin. D-Day's face 
contorted and he froze. He slowly slumped down to the floor. 
Sharon didn't know if he was dead or alive, and didn't give a 
rat's ass either way. Her job here was done. Now came the real 
challenge. Her adrenaline was pumping full-bore. She was ready.
 

Sharon joined Ed out in the hall. She was slightly sweaty, but 
otherwise there wasn't a mark on her. He was relieved that this 
hurdle had been cleared. They walked downstairs to Ruby's 
apartment where he tried his luck again with a door lock. The 
handle turned, but this door had a chain. The noise woke Ruby up. 
She came running, wearing a long nightshirt, towards the door 
from the blind side. Sharon pointed her shoulder towards the door 
and barreled through. As it burst open, it caught Ruby unaware -- 
as well as Sharon. The flying door's edge hit Ruby in the 
forehead, knocking her to the floor. "Who's there?!?" the downed 
woman yelled out. Sharon flipped the light switch. "It ain't the 
Avon lady!"

Sharon's heart raced again as she gazed upon her second 
assailant. Memories of the beating and lesbian rape by this black 
Amazon in front of her made Sharon tremble, but she knew there 
was a job to do. The dazed Ruby didn't recognize her, but got up 
to get rid of the intruder, whoever it was. She spoke slowly. "I 
don't know who the fuck you are, but you had better get out 
before I kick your ass."

"That was then. This is now," Sharon replied. Then it clicked.

Ruby managed a grin and chuckle. "I wondered whatever happened to 
you. You know, we went back to your place to finish the job but 
they said you was gone. So I guess now's as good a time as any to 
finish wompin' your skinny white ass. You still eat that good 
pussy?" Ruby was on her feet and ready for action.

"Just come and get it." Sharon threw her best punch, landing it 
squarely on Ruby's nose. Although she gave up about seven inches 
and many pounds to the enforcer, she wasn't intimidated. She 
quickly threw as many more blows as she could before Ruby could 
react. But when she did, it was mayhem. This wasn't the same Ruby 
that couldn't last the full shift; she worked on increasing her 
endurance since D-Day's vicious beating. Ed glanced in the door 
and saw black and white fists flying all over the room. He hoped 
his student was ready.

Sharon used her new kickboxing techniques, but as a wrestler Ruby 
knew how to counter them. The enforcer was having trouble moving 
around in her nightshirt so she disengaged, stepped back, and 
tore it off. Sharon gaped at her exposed body, which she saw was 
more muscular than before, if that was possible. "Impressive, 
ain't it, bitch?" Ruby taunted. "Now I'm gonna rip your tits off 
and give the rest to D-Day so he can finish what he started with 
you." She lunged out and tore Sharon's shirt down the middle. 
Ruby was shocked by Sharon's muscles, which were almost on par 
with her own.

"You mean this D-Day?" Sharon reached into her pocket and pulled 
out D-Day's engraved knife. Ruby gasped in shock. She knew that 
if somebody else had his knife, he was in no shape to use it. Her 
benefactor was out of the picture and she was frightened. Sharon 
threw the weapon out in the hall and the two topless women once 
again traded punches, kicks, and holds. Ed couldn't help but poke 
his head in every now and then.

Ruby's experience was now starting to outweigh Sharon's training. 
But as Sharon glanced at her opponent's chest and saw the 
remnants of bruises against her black skin. She saw her opening. 
She delivered a hard straight-arm to Ruby's left breast, then one 
to her right. It stopped her dead in her tracks. This was the 
break Sharon needed, and began launching a quick volley just as 
D-Day had done. And once again, Ruby used her hands to protect 
her tender breasts, leaving her face wide open. Sharon threw her 
hardest kick to the taller woman's face and sent her flying 
towards the other side of the room. Ruby hit the wall with a loud 
crash. She fell unconscious, leaving a trail of blood from the 
back of her head. Sharon walked over and gave her one last kick 
to the body. Nothing. It was over. Once again, she didn't care if 
her attacker was dead or alive...it just didn't matter.

On the way home, Sharon tried to find it in her to savor her 
revenge. She kept trying to convince herself that the 
brutalization, the loss of innocence, and the violation of her 
privacy and sexuality were all atoned for now, thanks to her 
physical beating of those responsible. But she just didn't buy 
it. There she sat in the droning car, numb and speechless. Her 
single-minded obsession to avenge herself overshadowed what was 
left of her humanity; it just wasn't as satisfying as she thought 
it would -- or should -- be. Thoughts of her pre-rape life 
started to fill her head...the nice clothes, the rewarding job in 
the clean, bright office, the nice people, her well-scrubbed 
dates showing up in their impressive cars, her pretty apartment 
with the flowers outside the door...and here she was, sitting in 
the junker car of a stranger...her face bleeding, her body 
bruised, what few clothes she had on, tattered...and worst of 
all, she was the bouncer in a cheap, filthy roadhouse! The 'old' 
Sharon wouldn't have been caught dead in these rags or these 
surroundings...nor would she have set out to beat the shit out of 
another woman -- or man.

Ed tried to strike up a conversation as they drove towards the 
edge of town, but he could see by her expression that she was in 
heavy thought. He wondered what was on her mind but didn't press 
it...his own combat experience taught him that there's a time to 
debrief and a time to reflect. Sharon continued to ponder her 
situation. Was any of this worth it, she wondered? She glanced 
down at her exposed body, admired the musculature of her arms, 
legs, abs, chest, and cracked a slight smile. Yeah, it was worth 
it, if nothing else, she thought. Then she mentally went through 
her old client list, recalling a plastic surgeon who could 
possibly remove the numerous facial scars she had picked up in 
the last two years. She turned to Ed, smiled, and said, "You 
know, I think I'll let my hair grow out." Ed smiled back as she 
turned over and went to sleep.