Christine Beats Up Jolene




I'm Christine and I enjoy beating up men. Turns out that I also like beating
up girls too! I get a strong sexual pleasure from inflicting pain on my
victim. It all started back in high school.

My first fistfight was back then. I've always been a bit of a tomboy. I was
the star of the girls soccer team and my first fight was against one of my
teammates. Jolene was a black girl who used to bully people around. She
started some shit with me and I realized that I was going to have to fight and
beat her to shut her up.

One day after practice I did just that. I am thin and athletic whereas Jolene
is a big girl. She probably weighs 180 pounds. She made a hard illegal tackle
against me at practice and I wanted to pound her right there. But the coach
quickly broke us up. Her and I knew that we were going to settle this
situation right after practice.

After practice ended we both kinda hung around on different ends of the field
and waited for the coach and most of the team go inside. We met at the center
of the field and she offered me a chance to back out. I offered her the same
deal but she just laughed. Big mistake. I beat the Holy shit out of her!

She started the fight by walking toward me and she shoved me. I backed up a
few steps and when she got close and was about to push me again, I snapped a
quick left fist right in her nose. It felt great when it landed. My father
taught me to always get the first punch in a fight. And "don't blow it."
Undeterred, Jolene backed up a step and came back at me. I backed up and
snapped another quick left fist into her face. Another direct shot. This had
started perfectly. Jolene really didn't know how to fight. She was intent on
getting me down on the ground. But she had no idea of how to do it. She just
kept coming at me and I would back up and stop, quickly stepping forward and
punching her in the face before backing away. She swore and tried to ram me. I
backed away and fired another punch into her face as she was sailing by my
side. Pow! Another direct hit. She turned and tried to come at me again. But I
was waiting and fired off a 3 punch combination. Left right left. All three
punches landed cleanly on her face. She stopped coming forward and started
backing up. I took a step forward and fired a right hook which landed flush
against the side of her face. Jolene groaned loudly upon impact and she
looked confused and frightened. She should have been because I was about to
pound her into oblivion!

Jolene grabbed at her face with her hand feeling for the damage and I grabbed
her by the hair and began pummeling her in the face. I realized that she was
confused and the opportunity to really get her was now. So I gripped her curly
hair and squeezed with all my might. She was twirling around to get away from
me but I had a death grip on her hair and I just pounded her. She was able to
block a couple of them but many others got through. Her arms were flailing and
she was turning around in circles while I just beat the shit out of her! It
was epic.

I must have hit her 10 to 15 times in the face before she just sorta tumbled
to the ground. I let go of her hair and power drove her into the turf quickly
pinning her down. She tried to kick me but I kept moving forward and pinned
her face right under my crotch. I turned onto my side and squeezed as tightly
as I could. I felt her going soft on me and she was about finished. I wasn't!

I regained my balance and got her flat on her back. With my left hand I
grabbed her arm and punched her rapid fire to her bloody face. She started
screaming and crying and begging for mercy. I gave her a few more punches and
got off her. I stood over her and kicked her a few times in her bloated body.

Her 2 friends were standing there stunned and quiet. My friend Jacy was
cheering me on and urging me to really pound her. I looked over at her 2
friends and asked if either of them wanted a piece of me. They both backed
away saying no no no. Jolene had a broken nose and I knocked out her 2 front
teeth. She was a bloody screaming mess. For the coup de gras I stuck my cleat
in her face and made her kiss it while apologizing profusely. Jacy and I left
Jolene and her friends to figure it out. I never had any other problems with
Jolene!

Jacy was extremely turned on by my beating of Jolene. She admitted that
watching me woman handle Jolene made her wet. I realized that I too was wet!
We talked about the fight as we headed into the locker room. We decided to
forgo showering and just got dressed and headed home. I think I was afraid of
getting into trouble. So we quickly left.

When I got home I showered. Everything had happened so quickly and I finally
had a moment to digest what had happened. What happened was that I beat the
everlasting shit out of my problem. I mean I hurt her. Turned her from a big
cocky tough girl to a crying pleading little baby in no time. Absentmindedly,
I was stroking myself. It reoccurred to me, that I was turned on. As I
pictured pummeling her beaten crying face, I came! It was very satisfying.

Jolene missed a whole week of school but when she came back, she was very
gracious and respectful. She apologized for her behavior and promised that it
would never happen again. We actually became friends.

But that desire had been lit. I really wanted to beat someone up again. A
couple of weeks later, I got my chance. It was a boxing match against a guy
named David. Perhaps I will write about it. Let's just stipulate that I was
the winner!

(Questions to Christine at christip1357@yahoo.com)