Amazons on Campus, Chapter 1
By Harley K. Grant, harleykgrant@yahoo.com
An unexpected beating by an Amazon, and an unexpected apology. 


I was almost past the most lonely part of the path when she emerged from the
brush at one side. My eyes went to her, she was magnificent. 5'8" most likely,
broad shoulders, bulging biceps, pillars for legs bulging her shorts. I
guessed she had been hiking.

I was surprised when she approached me, but stunned when her fist lashed out,
catching me in stomach and doubling me over in pain. I sat down heavily and
would have said, "why" but I couldn't catch my breath.

She bent down, grabbed each of my arms above the elbow in her massive hands,
squeezing them tightly as she hauled me to my feet.

"You asshole, when I'm done with you, you'll never harass another woman
again!"

I blurted out, "what are you talking about! I've never hurt any wo..." My
words were cut off as she kicked me squarely in balls. The pain shot through
me, and I think, like the clich' I saw stars.

I don't really remember much of what followed, other than it was a series of
punches and kicks to my stomach, my thighs, my arms, but not my head,
actually. I tried to crawl away, she came after me, I tried to block her
punches, she pushed them aside. A couple of times, I tried to ask why, to
protest my innocence from whatever this was, but I could barely draw breath.

Finally, I was lying on the path in a heap, just surviving. Then she
approached me from behind, and I couldn't stop her wrapping her massive legs
around my middle and putting an arm as thick as my leg around my neck.

"You can cry all you want, sonny, but don't you ever even look cross-eyed at a
woman again, or this will happen to you and it will be worse next time."

She tightened her legs and I began to scream in pain from the compression of
my midsection. That was cut off as she tightened the choke hold and after a
few seconds of pain I went unconscious.

When I woke up I was half in the ditch to one side of the path, the wet ditch.
I was alone. My glasses had flown off sometime in all this, and my bag and
it's contents were scattered around the trail. Slowly, painfully, I tried to
get to my feet. Some would just run home, but me, no, I had to sort out my bad
and look for my glasses in the darkening gloom of late twilight.

Ever so slowly I collected my things. I did find my glasses and they were only
bent, not broken. I got wobbly to my feet and shuffled down the path. It
wasn't walking, far to slow and limping for that.

What the hell had that been? I had not had any argument with a woman, not been
rejected by one. I had absolutely no idea why I would have deserved that, nor
who she was. I'd have remembered a woman like that if I'd seen her before. She
was something out my dreams ' the dreams I masturbated to that is. Dreams of
strong woman and massive legs wrapped around my neck while I worshipped them.

But not this, no, not this. I wasn't one of those arrogant guys who thinks he
can "take" any woman. Not one of the jerks, I loved and respected women,
though they seldom seemed to return the favor.

Slowly, ever so slowly I limped towards my student apartment at the edge of
the university. Few wanted to live in the small units that meant you were by
yourself, but it was perfect for me. I had a ground floor unit facing a quiet
little grove of trees. I loved it for that, but tonight I loved it for
allowing me to sneak home without anyone seeing me.

That's typical of me also. I get beat up, but I want to hide. Most would be
demanding help, calling the police, alerting friends. Not me, I was just
humiliated ' even for something that was not my fault. Anyway, suppose I did
call the police ' what would I say? I got beat up by a girl? All I'd get was
more laughter because everyone believes that all men can dominate all women
and it is crap.

Finally, I was home. I went into my apartment, leaving the lights off to keep
my shame private, or so it felt. Taking off my clothes was painful beyond
belief. Even the hottest of hot showers and a mega- dose of the usual
over-the-counter pain medication didn't bring any relief. I just fell into
bed.

When I woke the next day I was so stiff I could hardly move. I just skipped
classes, something I never do. I tried during the day to flex and stretch, I
thought that would help keep things from getting worse, but I wasn't sure. I
hoped I wasn't bleeding inside, or that nothing had been broken. She was an
expert I realized since she had so carefully avoided my face or my hands,
nothing that would show.

The next day I was only a bit better and I had to go to class. So I covered up
with a long sleeve shirt and, taking the minimal amount of books with me ' I
could hardly lift anything ' I stumbled off to class. I wondered what I would
say, but I forgot just how little my alleged friends paid any attention to me.
No one asked me anything.

Usually I drop back to my apartment between classes, but this day I just found
a spot near the classrooms and sat on the ground and tried not to move. That
way the pain was manageable. Finally my last class was over and I trundled
home.

I was crossing an open space between buildings, and approaching a bench at the
side of the path when a woman sitting there called to me by name.

I stopped, traumatized, terrified. Was all this going to start again? This was
an older woman, clearly still in great shape as her smartly tailored clothing
showed, but not massive. She was also holding a cane. Perhaps I was going to
be beaten with that.

"Don't worry," she said, again using my name, "we're in the open here, you can
trust no harm will come to you. Please come sit with me, I'm sure you're in a
lot of pain."

I moved forward, a robot, since it never occurs to me that I can disagree with
someone. But a few steps away, I stopped again. "What ... who are you, what is
this about?"

"Please, sit. We have wronged you, and I'm here to try to put things right."