The Teenage Girl Gang - Part 5 
By Junkie - mashafan1@hotmail.com
Lisa settles the score with James while Sarah takes on his Father


James sat alone in his bedroom, contemplating what he should do. He was so
ashamed of what the girls had done to him. They had put him in hospital and he
had been too embarrassed to tell anyone the real story of what had happened.
He was scared and nervous. Not of the girls as such, but of the situation he
found himself in. He had never been in a real fight before. It just wasn't in
his nature to be violent. Walking away had always been his answer when
confronted by bullies, even if he was made to look weak in the process. But
this time, James was also angry. He wanted revenge for what Lisa and the girls
had done to him.

"I tried to walk away, I didn't want this" James said to himself. "But if she
wants a fight, if she wants to push it this far, then I've got no option".

James wasn't prepared to let anyone - his friends, his parents, anyone - think
that he couldn't handle a bunch of girls.

"What happened today at school happened because I didn't fight back". He told
himself.

"Well, enough is enough. Now I'm going to fight BACK" he grunted to himself
aloud in between clenched teeth, before standing to his feet.

The hospital had given him painkillers for his injuries, his cuts and bruises.
His ribs were strapped in bandages for support and although he was still in
some discomfort, the drugs subdued most of the pain as he slipped out of his
bedroom window and began making his way to the park to meet Lisa's challenge.

A large group of teenagers had assembled at the local park along with the
girls; Lisa, Sarah, Becki and Tasha. Kids around them talked amongst
themselves, relaying the situation to one another as they all hoped to see
some action.

Looking at Lisa, no one would have guessed that she was getting ready for a
fight, dressed in her camo miniskirt and black tank top. Her best friend,
Sarah, wore a denim miniskirt and similar black tank top, only hers was
slightly skimpier, cut higher and showing off her mid-riff. All of the girls
wore their black high-heeled boots that were the trademark of their gang.

"He's not going to show, you know" Tasha said, expressing her boredom as the
tall, attractive brunette leaned back onto a large oak tree, running her hands
through her hair.

"Oh, I don't know about that. Let's just wait and see" Lisa replied with a
smug grin as she focussed on a figure in the distance that looked familiar,
making its way towards them from the other side of the park.

"Is that him?" Sarah asked, placing her hand over her brow as to get a better
look into the distance.

"I don't know..." Lisa replied, doing the same with her hand, blocking out the
intense sun beaming down on them.

"It is, isn't it? That's him!" Becki cooed.

"Uh huh" Lisa replied, rolling her tongue as her grin became wider. "That's
him all right".

"You get him girl, he's all yours" Sarah beamed as she began massaging Lisa's
shoulders excitedly as James slowly made his way towards them.

Meanwhile, back at the Harper residence, James's Mother and Father sat
together in the kitchen.

"John, I'm worried about him. Maybe I should go up and talk to him." His
mother said with concern in her voice.

"No." His Father, John stated shaking his head as he finished drinking his cup
of coffee. "It's best if we leave him for now... He'll talk when he's good and
ready."

At that moment, the doorbell to the house sounded. John got up to answer it.
Opening the door, he recognised the boy as Marc, his son's best buddy. He was
immediately shocked at the condition the youngster was in. Marc was totally
out of breath, hardly able to speak, obviously having ran to the house as fast
as he could.

"Is James in? Can I see James?" The chubby kid desperately panted in between
deep breaths.

"Marc? Are you all right?"

"I need to see James. Is he in?" Marc defiantly puffed again, his anxiety
intensifying.

John paused for a moment, still surprised by the apparent frenzy Marc was in,
before laughing it off "...Yeah, sure" He chuckled. "He'll be pleased to see
you, come on in" He continued pleasantly, standing aside to let Marc enter.
"JAMES, MARC IS HERE TO SEE YOU..." John called out.

He then turned back to Marc as they waited and in a more serious tone asked
"Hey, do you know anything about what happened to James at school today? He
hasn't told us anything. He's just been in his room all afternoon since we got
back from the hospital".

"Yeah - that's why I've gotta see him, I've gotta warn him." Marc defiantly
replied, still on edge.

"What? What do you know, and what have you got to warn him about? What's been
going on today!?" John followed up, keen to get some information. "JAMES!..."
He then called out once more to his son, before letting Marc speak.

"He was beaten up in the girl's changing room at lunch today. I don't know
what happened or why, but these girls did it... I know two of their names,
Lisa and Sarah, that's what's been going around school and they've just been
suspended from school for it and now they're are planning to come back and
beat him up again!"

"What? A couple of GIRLS did that to him? Why? " John asked, hardly able to
believe his ears at the story Marc had told him.

"I said I don't know why they did it... Can I just see him?" Marc re-inquired,
almost pleading.

John sighed in frustration before jogging up the stairs to James's room.
"James, Marc is here" He said again, opening the door to his son's room. The
room however, was empty. He walked across to the bathroom, to which the door
was open, James wasn't in there either. John paced around desperately, finally
checking the spare room - again not finding his son. Panicking now, with an
injured son and half a story in his head, John rushed down and manically
continued searching the house.

"I can't find him." He muttered to Marc, his voice now as desperate as the
boy's ever was.

"Linda, have you seen James?" He then asked his wife who still sat in the
kitchen. "No" She replied simply as her husband scoured the back yard from the
window with his eyes. Still no sign of James.

"I can't find him anywhere! He's not in the house, he's not out in the yard,
he's not here."

"Oh no." Marc cringed, bringing his hand up to cover his eyes."

"What? What's going on Marc, I need you to tell me everything you know!" John
insisted.

"He must have gone to the park." The boy concluded. "Lisa, one of the girls,
she caught up to Adam, Chris and I when we were walking home." He followed on.
"I tried to stay out of it, but she made Adam tell James's phone number, she
had him on the ground with her foot across his throat, he didn't want to tell,
but she made him." He whimpered. "Chris tried to help him, but Sarah, the
other girl, she scratched his face to bits, he needs stitches. An old lady
helped him home but I stayed and I heard Lisa call James on the phone and she
told him to meet her at the park or else she'd come here to his house and find
him... and then, a.a.and then.... and then." He stuttered, almost in tears
recalling the events from earlier.

"Go on..." John said, trying his best to comfort his son's friend. "And then
they all beat Adam up!" He whined, now teary-eyed. "They kicked him in the
face over and over until he wasn't moving, he just lie there ... and then
Sarah stomped on his face!" He finished, breaking down in tears, unable to go
on.

"There, there. Come on now buddy." John continued to comfort the emotional
boy, putting an arm around his shoulder. John's heart began racing faster
though, as he thought of James and of what violence these girls were capable
of.

"So that's who called just now. I spoke to her, James spoke to her, then he
went back to his room." John said as he pieced together the phone call from
earlier with what Marc had just told him.

"And now you say he must have gone to the park? I better get there before
anything else happens." He quickly decided, his protective fatherly instincts
taking over the situation. He glanced back as he was about to leave the house,
thinking of his wife, James's Mom... "No. There's no need to worry her, it's
better if I take care of this alone." He thought to himself, snatching up his
car keys and quietly yet swiftly sliding out of the door. "We better hurry,
there can't be much time."

"Go girl!" ... "Kill him Lisa!" Tasha and Sarah both called out to their
friend as James neared the growing crowd of 25 or so teenagers, all eager to
see a scrap. James psyched himself up, teeth gritted and one eye narrowing in
anger as he faced his rival.

"That's right you little bitch, come here!" Lisa hissed.

With that, James lashed out in a fit of rage, swinging wild, un-coordinated
punches at his tormentor, pouring all of the embarrassment, the suffering and
the pain she and her friends had caused into his attack. Some of the boys in
the crowd cheered on their fellow male, whereas all of the girls cheered for
Lisa.

Lisa dodged, ducked and blocked most of his initial punches before she could
mount any offence of her own. Immediately it was clear Lisa was faster, better
balanced and perhaps even stronger than her male opponent as she tagged him
with two punches of her own with a nicely timed a left-right, one-two
combination. She certainly had more experience fighting.

James backed up a couple of steps and brought his finger up to his sore lip.
It was bleeding - again.

"Come on you piece of shit," Lisa arrogantly encouraged him. "I'm just gettin'
started with you."

James's rage intensified as he charged at the spiteful girl, tackling her
waist before lowering and locking his arms around her bare, creamy thighs.
Lisa tried to use her knees to strike back, but she didn't have the leverage
as the two bodies crashed down onto the grass. Seizing his opportunity, James
began reigning down blows from above. Most of which Lisa was able to block,
but some shots found their way through to her pretty, doll-like face.

Some of the guys in the crowd began to make more noise as their hope, James,
pressed home his advantage. But before long, he began to tire, his arms were
getting weaker and he wasn't landing enough strikes while he certainly wasn't
doing enough damage as Lisa wriggled and writhed beneath him, blocking and
avoiding all of his weak punches. Her stamina was beginning to prove superior.
She soon secured both of his wrists in her hands, preventing him from hitting
her anymore before pushing him back away from her slightly. Showing amazing
flexibility, she was then able to bring her right leg around and place her
boot on his chest. She flashed him a cocky grin as James fought to get out of
the predicament, knowing what was to come, but she kept hold of his wrists.
With her leg coiled between their bodies and her high-heeled boot pressing
against his chest, roughing digging in, she drank in her superiority.

"Now you're gonna get it, fuckface!" She growled, before gritting her perfect
white teeth, releasing his wrists and with her powerful leg, fired him away
from her like a cannonball. The girls all exploded in appreciation as James
was sent reeling backwards, even performing an involuntary backwards-roll,
such was the momentum of Lisa's push.

In a flash, Lisa was on him, mounting his chest and raining down an aggressive
barrage of her own strikes. James tried his best to avoid Lisa's punches, but
he was too tired and weak to put up a good enough defence in the face of her
overwhelming onslaught. "TAKE THAT!! I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP NOW BITCH!!" Lisa
snarled as her bare fists exploded on James's face. Loud audible smacks rang
out for all to hear as each hard punch impacted and it wasn't long before
blood was flowing freely from James's nose and mouth. "THAT'S IT LISA!!!"
Sarah yelled to her friend. "FUCK HIM UP GOOD, GIRL!!! ... WOOOoooooo!!!"

The guys who had been cheering for James were pretty dejected at this stage as
the girls mocked and teased them that their girl was now winning, that she was
better, that girls were better.

Suddenly however, in the blink of an eye, a figure shot onto the scene,
sprinting at full speed, a man dived at Lisa, tackling her and sweeping her
off James's chest as the two bodies rolled several times on the grass. It was
John, James's father. Dressed in his work clothes of black pants and a white
short-sleeved shirt complete with pens in the top pocket, he had just driven
up, leaped out of his car and raced across the park to save his son.

"LET ME GO!" Lisa screamed as John pinned her to the ground face-down..

"I'M HIS FATHER AND YOU'RE GONNA STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" He demanded. Part of
him wanted to pound Lisa to death for what she had done to his poor son.

"Enough!" He then declared, rearing up onto his knees and addressing the crowd
of teenagers. "Show's ove..." He began, but before he could finish, a dark
blur suddenly smeared into his vision, before a heavy jolt of pain and
disorientation washed over him. Sarah had lashed out with her leg, the pointed
toe of her boot banging hard into his forehead. The soccer kick was in fact so
hard and loud, that the wooden sounding *knock* of it's impact echoed back
across the park. John fell back onto his ass and into a state of
semi-consciousness as he brought both hands up to either side of his head to
address the ringing in his ears and the dizziness that washed over him as a
result of Sarah's brutal kick. It was a sensation he'd never felt before, like
it had jarred and scrambled his brain.

"Shut the fuck up!" Sarah spoke down to him as she stood over him, hands on
hips. "Lisa ain't no where near finished with your poor wittle boy yet. He got
her into detention and then he got her - and me - suspended. So now he's
getting some payback and if you don't like that, it's just tough shit old
man!" She continued talking down to him in between smacking her bubblegum that
she was chewing. "Now why don't you get the fuck up and fuck off, unless you
want some of the same." She finished with a cocky smirk.

"Come on you fucking cocksucker" She began goading him, bringing her boot up
to his head again and using it to shove him down. "It's been a while since I
beat up someone as old as you and I'm in the mood for a fight. Are you in the
mood to have your ass kicked?" She arrogantly challenged as John fumbled
groggily back onto his knees.

Lisa meanwhile turned her attention back to James, but she had lost sight of
him. He must have managed to get up and escape when his Dad came along. She
spun around, but still she couldn't see him. "Where is he?" She asked random
people that were scattered around. The little miss stomped her foot in
frustration, frowning and stuck her hands on her hips with an exaggerated
teenage girl's sigh.

"LOOKOUT!" A girl's voice suddenly screamed, but Lisa was caught off-guard as
James blind-sided her with a huge punch, slamming his fist into her jaw with
all the power he had. She staggered and fell to the ground. James had,
however, taken a serious beating and was struggling to stay on his feet. His
nose and mouth were dripping blood and he felt totally disorientated. His
painkillers were also now wearing off and his body was wracked pain. He
staggered from left to right as he made his way over to Lisa in order to
finish her off. She lie on her side, her legs bunched up, looking vulnerable
for the first time, clutching her cheek where she had just been punched.

"Go on buddy" One guy called out from the crowd. As James approached, Lisa
channelled her pain into aggression "KI-YAA" She yelled as she lashed out with
a side-kick into James's ribs just as he came into range. The pain ripped
right through him, overwhelming his senses as he backed up in excruciating
pain. Lisa shot back to her feet. The expression on her face left no doubt
that she was steaming mad. She lashed out with a series of hard punches; right
hook, left hook, over and over as poor James's blood flew from his face in all
directions.

Sarah was still trying to goad John into fighting her. "Come on you old
fucker. See my friend Lisa over there? How would you like some of that?" She
smiled excitedly, walking around to block the view of Lisa, who had just
knocked James to the floor and mounted his chest once more.

"No." John shook his head in disbelief at what he was seeing.

"Yes" Sarah beamed back at him, leaning down and getting in his face.

"Now get the fuck up and let's see what you've got old man. I'll give you a
fair chance. I hope you fight better than your son." She cooed.

John couldn't control his rage anymore. His son was getting pulverised just 20
feet away from him, and in-between stood Sarah, her legs in a wide stance,
hands on hips and slapping that damn bubblegum in her mouth.

He roared to his feet in an attempt to tackle Sarah, but he just couldn't
focus, his head spinning from the kick she had nailed him with earlier. He
crashed back to the ground with an awkward thud as Sarah skipped away from his
intended tackle,

Sarah sighed before rolling her eyes, "Come on, you can do better than that,
can't you?" She mocked.

John awkwardly clambered back to his feet. The 5'10, 45 year-old man facing
off with the 5'6, 15 year-old girl.

"Try that again and you might be making out with my boots again." She teased
while twirling a lock of her dirty-blonde tousled hair around her finger as
she condescendingly eyed him from head to toe.

John knew he needed more time to recover and clear his head which was still a
daze, but he also knew that he desperately had to get past this girl in order
to help his son.

Sarah raised her eyebrows as she looked briefly over her shoulder at James and
Lisa, where Lisa was in the process of beating him to a bloody pulp, more loud
smacks to be heard as she pounded his face with her fists.

John couldn't take anymore and swung wildly at Sarah. He knew he wasn't right.
His brain just wasn't in sync with his body. It was like he was neck-high in a
pool of syrup. Sarah once again easily avoided his intended punch and as his
arm came around, she quickly caught his wrist and executed a neat Judo-flip,
taking him over her hip and crashing down to the grass. Sarah even impressed
herself with that move, considering she didn't even practise Judo or in fact,
any martial art. She was revelling in the fact that she, a 15 year old girl,
was handling a grown man with such ease. She danced and minced and strutted
around, shoving his head with her boot some more.

"Just kick him in the head again Sarah!" Tasha called out.

John staggered to his feet once more and charged at Sarah. If he could just
get hold of her, he thought, he'd be able to over-power her. He managed to
grab one of her arms as the two tussled for a brief moment before John was
able to trip her leg and take her to the ground. John was on top, but Sarah
was so nimble and slippery. He caught a brief glimpse up her denim miniskirt,
her red panties reminding him that she was very much female and to make
matters worse, getting the better of him. Before John knew anything else, her
legs were wrapped around his neck in a triangle choke. His hands pawed to
little effect at her fleshy thighs as she locked her choke in deeper.
"Arrrgghh" John grimaced as his breathing became restricted and his face grew
redder and redder. Sarah rocked off her back and over onto her side as John
weakened. "I'm gonna put you to sleep honey" Sarah remarked, rearing up as she
kept the hold locked in tight. She then leaned over him and made a kissy-face
at him. John was incensed that this was happening. Instinctively he took
advantage of Sarah's taunting and in desperation and did something he thought
he'd never do. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair. Sarah
immediately squealed in pain as John coiled her long hair around his fist,
pulling her head closer to him and hurting her back in the process. The
pressure of her triangle choke quickly subsided and John oafishly wriggled
free. No sooner had he done that however, Sarah came back at him with her
razor-sharp fingernails. Her hands a blur as they viciously raked and clawed
his face. John cried out in pain as he released her hair in order to escape.
Shreds of skin hung from his face as blood poured from the cuts. Sarah leaped
back to her feet in anger before John could get back to his knees. With the
pain from having her hair pulled fuelling her fury, Sarah took hold of John's
own rather thin, greying hair with both hands before yanking and pulling,
dragging him viciously across the grass by his hair. John screamed out in
agony but Sarah wouldn't let up. Often having to grab another handful of hair
as she was pulling it out from its roots.

Sarah continued to drag John over to where Lisa was still pounding James. She
stopped around five feet away and pulled John's head upwards slightly before
driving a savage knee into his face. Again and again, Sarah drove her knee
into his face, before swapping over and continuing with the other knee.
Relentlessly she pulverised his face, smacking, cracking, smashing it into a
bloody mess, breaking his nose and knocking out his teeth.

Breathing heavily, having worked up a sweat, Sarah delivered a mighty final
knee to the man's face before releasing his hair from her hands and backing up
a couple of steps. She then came back at him with a ferocious kick to the
face, socking his head back as a geyser of blood flew through the air. His
body crashed flat out on the grass having been knocked out cold. The girls all
cheered their approval while Sarah took a couple of deep breaths as she placed
her hands back upon her hips, standing above him, proud of her victory.

Next to them, Lisa pulled James back to his feet. It took some effort as James
was, at this stage, very badly beaten and in no state to fight back. Lisa was
still mad that James had landed a hard punch on her earlier but took great
satisfaction knowing she had reduced him to a beaten, crying, blubbering mess.
Tears mixed with his blood as James openly bawled his eyes out in front of
everyone, pleading for Lisa to stop. "P.p.lease stop... Please...
plllleeeeaaaassse." He begged.

Lisa however, was having none of it as she dragged him to his feet. "Is that
the best you've got?" Referring to James's earlier punch. "THIS is a fucking a
punch!" she called, and with that she stepped up and measured him with a
massive haymaker punch with every ounce of strength in her 125-pound body
behind it. Her fist slammed violently into his jaw with another loud smack
that echoed across the park, followed by an eruption of blood from his mouth
before his body was sent spinning around, crashing face-first onto the grass
and out cold. Lisa strutted around to the side of his prostrate body and used
her boot to tuck under and flip over his body. People grimaced when they saw
what a mess Lisa had made of his face. He wore a crimson red mask of blood,
covering his entire face. "Hey, hey, that's enough" An older teenage guy spoke
up as Lisa was about to bend down again. She shot him a mean scowl before
going back to her business. "She'll decide when he's had enough." A girl then
said to the guy as Sarah and Tasha also eyed him, their faces full of hate. He
quickly stood back in obvious retreat.

Lisa pulled James back to his feet again as he began to regain
semi-consciousness. Tasha held him steady as this time Lisa nailed him flush
in the face with a beautiful high snap-kick.

Several times the girls pulled James back up to his feet before knocking him
down again with their hardest possible punch or kick. They did the same to his
father too, taking it in turns between them. Sarah and Tasha made sure they
got some action too as the three girls beat both father and son to within an
inch of their lives. By the time the girls decided stop, both of their faces
were unrecognisable with a multitude of broken bones and deep lacerations.
John's nose had been reduced to a flat paste as a result of Sarah's knees
while you could literally see how Lisa had broken James's jaw. To add to their
humiliation, the girls then stripped both unconscious males naked, mocking and
ridiculing their shrivelled penises.

Sarah just couldn't be having more fun at this stage as she jumped up and
danced on John's naked body. Her boot heels ripping and tearing at the skin on
his chest as she gyrated her shapely hips to a tune she hummed to herself. The
girls all found this sight highly amuzing, unable to control their laughter.

Eventually the girls took both James and his father's naked bodies and tossed
them into a large garbage container that stood nearby. Sarah and Tasha first
took care of John, while Lisa and Becki - who had been remote from involvement
until now - tossed James into the container like a rag doll.

Finally the crowd of teenagers began to disperse as the girls used their
victim's clothes to wipe the blood from their hands, knees and boots. "I don't
think we'll be seeing much more of that little rat face." Lisa remarked
satisfactorily as the four girls strutted out of the park.

"Or his Daddy..." Sarah giggled in return, drawing wicked laughter from each
of the girls.

The end of part 5.

Tune in next time for Becki's fighting debut!

Thanks for reading. Any comments or future ideas/requests for the adventures
of the teenage girl gang, please write to mashafan1@hotmail.com